The Widow of Craxton Park.

A new collaborative with ricegoddess.

The Widow of Craxton Park.

Razor:

 

Few ever dared to go this deep into the darkened forest after the sun had set. Only the most courageous or stupid would hire a coach to take them north of Flinders Peak. But there had been a change in the guard, and while the roads were often only used by farmers that needed to get their crops and herds to market, it would be now that a blackened coach that was pulled by a team of four jet black horse, galloped along the gravel track. Death, which was not uncommon to the down trodden, happened at the Craxton Park. Whispers from the local village had spoken of how the Late Lord’s estate had been to a left to a mysterious cousin, who had been out of the country for well over decade. The red satin curtains that lined the windows, hid the face of this newest heir to the Lord’s estate.

Would they suffer…the same fate?

And what of the young widow, that had not left Craxton since the funeral? Yet another mystery to be unraveled.

 

RG:

 

This was possibly the stupidest idea in the whole world. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but it made it to the top five at least. Children always joke about walking down the path heading to the north towards the “haunted” estate, even daring their friends to take the journey. Of course, no one ever went through with the dares. Except today. Ethan anxiously gripped his dark trousers, releasing it and then gripping it again. He can hear his friends howling at him, trying to “encourage” him to walk down the path and to “check things out for them”. Ethan was terrified of the forest but he never admitted it aloud. It’s just a scary story, right? It’s not really… Cursed, right? Rumors always circled Ethan’s village about murders, ghosts, curses, and deaths related to this estate in the dark forest. The story was always changing, so no one ever knew what had actually happened to the Late Lord. And a bet was made today that Ethan would be the one to find out what happened and report back. When Ethan finally gathered up enough courage, he took a timid step onto the hard road, and then another… Before he knew it, he was far into the darkened forest. A lone crow’s cry causes the young man to jump in fright, quickly looking around before continuing to walk slowly. He couldn’t hear his friends’ loud voices anymore, whether they ran away when his back was turned or he was just too far away, he didn’t know. Glancing around the forest, the setting sun’s lights only helped in creating large, intimidating shadows around Ethan. He wrapped his arms around himself, his short, dark blond hair being ruffled by a passing wind. His honey colored eyes dart at each subtle movement, darting at each sudden sound he hear. He shook because of the fact that he forgot to bring a light jacket with him, being cold in pale blue t-shirt, and also for the fact that was he was scared out of his mind.

 

Razor:

 

Amazing how much the landscape changes, just by the setting of the sun. Shadows stretch on forever, and this is also the time when the night creatures come out from their burrows and knotted stumps. Under the cloak of darkness, and only bathed by the moon’s light when it peaked out from behind a grey cloud – the many small creatures went about their evening as per normal. But this place. This cursed place was not for the faint of heart. If the signage did not warn off the curious, than the narrowing of the path, and the overhanging branches that encroached upon the winding road only made the trip forward very hard going. Was someone going to dare to make it through? Children and the young at heart often egged on the weak, to test their spirit and their resolve. Tales told by travelers and merchants around the fires of the local inn – fueled by drink and bravado, were not favorable of the terrible Lord of Craxton Park. He did his farmers and workers no favors, and often kept pretty much to himself within the walls of his Manor. Only sending out his man servant to pay wages and arrange business dealings on his behalf. The more one keeps to themselves, the likelihood of gossip and innuendo spreading across the lands. He could be just a miserly recluse, but there were other events, strange and terrible that happened every time he returned from abroad. On his last trip, he did not return alone. Bringing with him a new wife. The only knowledge of her, was when she had come into town with a black veil to order a dress to be made at the seamstress. She already looked as though she was dressed for a funeral. It was not long after this time, that it was said that he passed on from this earth to the next. Though the villages were not welcome to the funeral. The hearse had passed through the town, with just the widow and the man servant following the hearse. Even then, her face was covered and it all seemed to be so strange. There was no autopsy, no word on how he died. Just a simple parchment hammered to a tree in the village square.

But back to this night, when a young lad decided to take his chances and see just how far he got, on the road to Craxton Hall.

He had long left his friends behind, and he carried no torch or light. His colorings however did illuminate in the light of the moon. Just enough to be seen by those with exceptional vision at night.

“Only the brave or foolish dare walk this path.” It was a feminine voice, that spoke as the mist enveloped the roadway. A cool breeze nipping at the boy’s neck. If he did turn, he would see the prettiest girl he had ever seen, though she had a haunting smile. Dark flowing hair that was tied back fashionably, and wearing a flowing black gown of the age.

“Which are you?” She asked.

 

RG:

 

The young man felt a sharp chill run up his spine at her voice, slowly peeking over his shoulder at her. The images of haggard, old witches quickly dispel from his mind when his eyes fall on her, put off by her beauty. The question came back to his mind again, gathering up enough confidence in that moment to reply to her, “I-I’m brave enough to walk the path!” Ethan felt mild embarrassment at his stutter, but he took the moment to examine her appearance. Despite her dress blending in so well with the shadows and being shrouded by the sudden mist, he can still see her practically perfect figure clearly under the moonlight, and… Was that a sparkle in her eyes? He shivered at the realization, unsure whether the shine was a bad sign or a good one. He tugs on the sleeve of his tunic, having become nervous when they lock eyes for a brief moment, looking away quickly after. The quiet cry of a crow seems to mock his nervousness, but Ethan stands his ground, hesitantly speaking up again, “May.. I ask why you’re out here? Are you also brave…?” Just pulling out questions that came quickly to his mind, he momentarily forgets about the cursed estate and its widow, shifting on his feet while he holds the edge of his sleeve, still trembling slightly from his nerves and the chill.

 

Razor:

 

If Florina had meant to startle the young man on his trip into the forest, she did a good job. Though, he may never admit his fear it was easy to tell by the way in which he stuttered out that he was in fact brave enough to walk this way. “Mhmmm.” Was all that the strange woman said in return as though she was mocking his answer. Her crimson stained lips curved upward into a smile that was both wicked and fun. It was almost as though she enjoyed toying with the man. Funny how the moon’s soft light brought out a sparkle in her eyes. Collecting the edges of her lace and silk skirt, she circled around the young man, looking him up and down, as though he was intriguing. It may well make him all the more nervous. A crow’s call only added to the mix, making the scene even more bizarre. Ethan stood his ground however, and was bold enough to ask of her what she was doing out here. Why was she also brave? The reaction was for Florina to stop in her tracks and whip out an ornate black fan. Snapping it open with the flick of her wrist, and fluttering it about like one of those fine ladies of the royal court.

“I wouldn’t say I am brave…just I prefer to walk beneath the light of the Moon. You see I am very fair and burn easy under the heat of the Sun. Think of this as my daily stroll.”What she just said could have been taken a different way from what was offered. Perhaps there was more to the Widow of Craxton Hall then met the eye. She did have porcelain skin that seemed to be radiant underneath the starry night sky. It even heightened the colour of her eyes, and the red rouge of her cheeks. Almost like a fine china doll. Perfection. Yes that was the word you would use. Florina could see that the young man was feeling the cold, having just come out in a light tunic. It was enough to have Florina ask of him.

“Craxton is but a short walk up this road. Care for a night cap? A hot beverage?” The black haired vixen then lowered her fan closing it slowly and offering her gloved hand. Should he take it? Or did he need to know just who she really was?

 

RG:

 

Her circling did make him more nervous than he already was. It almost felt like she was a predator hunting and cornering its prey. But he did perked up at the mention of her fair skin. It did make sense with how her skin glowed under the moonlight, looking incredibly smooth and soft to the touch. The color of her lips and her cheeks complimented her appearance well, making her look very beautiful in Ethan’s eyes, but it was also a very sinister appearance. It made the young man uneasy, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her either way. Her movements were graceful and elegant, the fan being a nice touch. Craxton? The name rang bells in Ethan’s mind, but he couldn’t quite place where he heard the name from… He looks at her small, gloved hand, tempted by her beauty to accept her offer, but his heart thumped loudly and nervously. He didn’t know who she was, but the hot beverage was very welcoming on the chilly night. “May I ask for a name at least?” Ethan looked back up at her face, “My name is Ethan…”

 

Razor:

 

How delicious. Florina thought, as she watched the young man’s chest rise and fall sharply. Each breath he drew was making his heart beat faster. If it had been any louder, it would have echoed out from his chest. All this from the simple gesture of offering her hand for him to take. She noted how he appeared timid at her suggestion. Begging the question as to what her name was. This would unravel the mystery of her identity. Dare she keep him further in suspense? Curling in her bottom lip, she made out as though it was a great secret. Leaning forward to whisper her name so softly that he may barely hear it. “Lady Florina Craxton.” Only when he had said his name, did she draw back with a cat like grace. Her bottom lip released from the bite of her teeth and it appeared more plump than before.

Ethan. Such a wise choice of name by your parents.” Her smile grew as she continued with a tit bit of trivia. “I do believe it means strong.Florina had to be the Queen of small talk. Knowing that the young man still may be wary, she lowered her hand and then snatched up the edge of her skirt, in order for her to be able to walk on without getting the lace edge caught on the ground. “Well, I am ready for that night cap. You are welcome to follow, or return to the village. I shan’t tempt you further.”

And with that, she continued on down the path, leaving the young man to his thoughts.

“Good eve, Ethan.”

Strangely enough as she left the scene, so to did the rolling mist. It was almost as though it traveled with her.

 

RG:

 

Lady Florina Craxton… Ethan thought, the name was very fitting for her he believed. He felt his cheeks grow warm at the indirect compliment of his name, unknowingly giving a tiny smile. But when she left, his heart relaxed its beating and his shivers reduced to trembles as his body is now only trying to keep him warm. He blinked his eyes, noticing how much clearer his surroundings became as the mist left with the Lady. Ethan didn’t get a chance to wish her a good night, but he glances over his shoulder back towards his village, then looks back to where Lady Florina had walked. Would he follow her? He was tempted to, oh so very tempted to. The young man’s mind was practically screaming at him to run since he had the chance, but his heart yearned to know more about the mysterious, beautiful woman he just met. Ethan had meet many women in his life, his parents always trying to set him up and even arrange marriages for him, but none of them ever stirred emotions in his heart like how Lady Florina did. He didn’t understand what he felt, maybe it was fear, anxiousness? Or maybe even… Love? He shook his head at the silly thought, but he knew he felt something. He decided that he would go back home for the night and return the following night. Maybe fate would bring them back together, he thought hopefully. And maybe he would be smart enough to bring a small lantern with him next time, along with his leather-like vest. At that resolve, the young man nodded slightly and turned back to his village with almost a small skip in his step, the shadows and thin, gnarly trees no longer causing him fear as he walked. The lone crow that was mocking him earlier just watched Ethan this time, quietly observing before taking off into flight into the clear sky.

 

Razor:

 

Did the Widow of Craxton expect the young man to follow her so easy? She tested him to some extent, only to find he was still not sure of her – refusing to take her hand and be led into the unknown. That being Craxton Park. Few dare go past the wrought iron gates and come back. Even those making deliveries know that it is best to leave the parcels and the outer perimeter and ring the large bell, that alerts the man servant of the arrival of goods. This was part of the gossip of the town. Did Ethan realize that he was one of the first to actually speak to her? The Seamstress was on a confidentiality clause, if she wanted the Widow’s business, and so she had to refrain from speaking about what they had discussed in the shop. Why would someone go to that extreme? It only adds to the mystery. And what of the new Heir? Since the late Lord’s wife did not bare him a son, his estate and holdings went directly to the next in line among his family.

There were those that spoke of a black carriage that had passed through the town not long after the funeral, but it never left the estate. Did the Widow have something to do with this?

Florina’s dress swept along behind her as she entered the grounds, the gates closing in behind her as though to lock her in. Few lights were seen in the darkened windows, but enough to light her way. Waiting at the entrance, was the former Lord’s faithful servant and now the one and only that was to care for the Widow. He bowed low as she lifted her skirt enough to climb the stairs.

“Enjoy your walk, M’lady?” Curious to know why she was out so very late. Florina stopped, as though to ponder this very question. “I had no idea that the locals were so…nice.”The way she said the last word was done with a mischievous tone. Bertie blinked. “You actually met one?” He knew that few dare venture down the dark forest road, as the gossip was enough to keep people away. Florina’s eyes sparkled as she recanted in her mind, the meeting with the young man. “A young male. Handsome too. Almost had him come back for…a drink.” There she went again. Speaking with double meanings. What she said, when mixed with that gleam, that smirk on her crimson lips was enough to make the man servant shudder. But what could he do? Did he want to end up like his Lordship?

“He turned you down, M’lady?” Bertrand was now going into dangerous territory, with his questioning – but he just had to know.

“Would you accept the offer of a night cap from a stranger, Bertie?” The Widow took out her fan, with the edge of the lace touching just under his chin, causing him to gulp.Only if the stranger was you, M’lady” The Widow chuckled lightly at his response, and she gave his cheek a little…playful swat with her fan. “And that is why I keep you on. Now…get me a drink, and make sure its…freshly squeezed.” The man servant bowed and raced inside as the Widow glanced back over her shoulder at the darkened forest, where she had met what she hoped would be her newest friend.

“You won’t turn me down next time….Ethan.”

Smiling to herself, she started up the stairs, the doors closing when she had gone through into the majestic foyer.

The Whisper of Death [1]

Continuing from The Whispers of Death Introduction.

RP Collaboration.

Fortune:

Fortune stared at herself in the hotel mirror after getting ready for dinner, the loose curls of her blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

“God, I look like my mother,” she said to herself.

Her brown eyes had fine eyeliner wrapped around them, creating a cat eye. Red lipstick covered her mouth. She gave a smile, testing it out. The large gap between her front teeth was much too noticeable for her liking. She frowned, turning around to get the full effect of her ensemble.

She wore a dress that her mother gave to her for her sixteenth birthday, probably the most expensive thing that her parents ever bought for her. The money that her father “earned” was hardly ever spent on anything besides hiring hit men and other things relating to the business. The dress was long and red, with a slit running up to her left thigh. The front was covered up to her neck, but the gown was backless and showed off her tan skin and freckled shoulders. Brushing her hands down her torso and evaluating her appearance one more time, she let out a sigh and turned off the light. It was now or never.

 

Subtle:

Lance stared at himself in the mirror when he got to his room. Why are you so shy? Is it just the way you were raised? He thought. His parents were always gone, and his sister was always rude to him. So he had to be shy for many reasons. Maybe being here would help him overcome the shyness. “If only…” He sighed.

After he took a moment to himself, he began to get ready for the ‘party’ happening tonight on about, oh, 25 minutes. He put on a fancy suit, and made sure his hair looked at least a little decent. The freckles stared back at him in the mirror. What if you don’t get along with anyone? Oh you will. stop worrying about it… And he continued to get ready for the ‘big night.’

 

Lilah:

A few hours prior…
Stan was in the middle of the horrendous crowd before him. It annoyed him to no end to be in the middle of the swarming students, there was also a buzz going on about a celebrity’s daughter by the name of… Well Stan had no idea ‘Who the fuck cares anyway,’ He barely listened to the announcment, the architecture, while good looking did not faze him unlike others. He figured he was in the second pile of students going through the elevator dragging his black high quality suitcase he enters the elevator, ‘Bahh, parties aren’t my thing,’ He mentally whines despite knowing he would come anyways. The room number which he didn’t even check earlier was 418, he made his way after arriving on his floor.

 

Time Skip (7:24)

The hotel room was expensive looking, with tasteful furniture and its own kitchen, Stan didn’t really care as long as the place had WI-FI and a place to put his laptop he was content.
Stan, after checking the time decided it was time to go, not caring about his appearance, putted on a blazer on top on a white short-sleeved shirt, after finishing a quest in a video game, he grabbed a messenger bag filled with stuff he found necessary, and went out of the hotel room.

 

SA:

Celeste walks towards the huge bathroom, and took a quick shower, the shower glass had etched in flowers and was tinted blue. After she got out of the shower she began to do her makeup. she put on: a generous amount of BB cream, powder, peach blush, black eyeliner, mascara, shimmery eye shadow, and clear lip gloss. She unpacked her suitcases in order to find her dress and put her clothing from the bus ride over in the fold up hamper that she brought. Her dress was short sleeved covered in silver sequins, it hugged her body and went a teeny bit below her mid-thigh. She blow dried and curled her red hair and put on a black satin headband with a bow. She slipped her feet into some tall black heels. Her watch read 7:29, so she quickly hurried out of her suite and into the elevator again.Celeste walks towards the huge bathroom, and took a quick shower, the shower glass had etched in flowers and was tinted blue. After she got out of the shower she began to do her makeup. she put on: a generous amount of BB cream, powder, peach blush, black eyeliner, mascara, shimmery eye shadow, and clear lip gloss. She unpacked her suitcases in order to find her dress and put her clothing from the bus ride over in the fold up hamper that she brought. Her dress was short sleeved covered in silver sequins, it hugged her body and went a teeny bit below her mid-thigh. She blow dried and curled her red hair and put on a black satin headband with a bow. She slipped her feet into some tall black heels. Her watch read 7:29, so she quickly hurried out of her suite and into the elevator again.

 

Lilah:

Stanley’s right eye twitched, the dress that a girl about his age wore to the ‘Party’ was annoying him greatly, the silver sequins bothering his eyes. He stared at the girl, with an annoyed face. Not recognizing the famous Celeste.

 

SA:

Celeste noticed someone about her age with dark hair staring at her. He seemed mildly annoyed, at her dress? Maybe he didn’t like her parents? Did she have something on her dress? Did she step on his foot?
” Can I help you?” She asked. She mainly asked this to acknowledge the fact that he was glaring at her, but also out of her curiosity; she’s not used to people looking at her like that.

Lilah:

“Not really,” Stan said, he turned away, and looked at the number of the floor, they were about to arrive, the elevator doors opened “Well you can get rid of the dress, but I hardly think you will do so.” He said walking out of the elevator.

 

Subtle:

Lance walked out of his room and looked around. No one, he thought. This place is big, how could no one be in the hallways– He stopped himself mid-sentence and realized: the party, that’s why. He then made his way to the elevator and made it to the floor the party was being held on and looked around again. I know nobody here… Maybe I should make some friends.

 

Ob:

Calista tucked her keycard on her purse when someone suddenly talked to her. She looked up and saw a dark haired guy with olive skin tone, perfectly dressed in a tailored suit. Calista arched an eyebrow and looked around but there was no one else behind her. She looked at him again, “Uh.. Me?”

Asha:

Earlier on the bus that day…

Rome was in the last row, and thus, was one of the last students to get out. Everyone shot her nervous looks. They had all heard the rumours about how she had a shot a boy for bumping into her in the hallways and then walking away without apologising.
Honestly. I may be the daughter of a mafia boss but I’m not crazy. I just punched him. Stupid pricks, spreading rumours.

Grabbing her bag and room key, without thanking the person who handed them to her (the guy wouldn’t look straight at her anyway), Rome made her way to her room after listening to the announcer dude say something about a party.

Looks like I’ll have to quit my badass style for some time. Ugh, parties suck.

7:00 pm, half an hour away from the party…

Rome stepped out of the shower with her raven black hair wet and sticking all around her neck. She had already chosen her dress and make up, and laid them out on her bed.

She would be wearing a strapless, icy blue dress that hugged her hourglass shape perfectly, with silver heels that had blue gems lined along the straps. Her make up included a natural looking layer of foundation, silver eye shadow, and natural looking lipstick. She had decided to leave her hair straight, like how she usually left it. Her only accessories were dangling earrings.
In exactly half an hour, she was ready.

Smirking as she grabbed a silver purse with all her necessary stuff in it, she got into a lift that had some other people in it. They visibly moved to a corner of the lift as she walked in, and gawked at her at the same time. “What are you looking at?” She asked them coldly, and they quickly looked.

In a minute, Rome had reached the level where the party was being held. She walked out the lift, and the other two students walked out after she had.

So this is our welcoming party. She thought, as she looked around.

 

SA:

” You think I have a choice to wear this crap?” She said under her breath frustrated before she realized the elevator doors are opening. She put a fake smile on her face and walked out of the elevator and into the party.

Razor:

“Yeah, you.” Jon said with a slight smirk. There was no one else in the corridor, and he wasn’t the kind of guy to talk to himself. Pulling out the party notice, which she may well recognize he flashed it at her, before folding it back up smartly to place back into his jacket pocket. “I think I saw you on the bus earlier.” The Italian looking lad was giving her cues in which to speak, but it may well have fell flat, as she wasn’t one for small talk by the looks of it. “So are you going to the party downstairs?” He asked, then finally remembering his manners. “I’m Giovanni…er.. Jon, by the way.” He didn’t give up his last name, since Jon didn’t think she’d want to go on his arm if she knew who he was the son of. Jon spoke with a slight accent, that could be considered endearing, if you liked that sort of thing.

There was a moment of awkward silence, as he could hear the ping of the elevator.

“If we hurry we could catch that one.”

 

Lilah:

 

“Maybe you have a choice, maybe you don’t, how the hell am I supposed to know?” Stan said, irritated. The girl was a bother, annoying and probably thought her life was hard to live, despite not being so. With that Stan went off to the party, making his way through the crowd, he leaned on a wall and just awkwardly stood there next to the snack table, not being known for being a social butterfly, most people ignored Stan, he after all was not his younger siblings, who were adored by the public. But of course some whispers about the guy were made, he was after all a famous actresses son.

 

Ob:

Calista gave him a smile. “Of course I know you.” she inserted an arm on the arm he offered. Her other free hand held the purse. “Shall we? Before we get late on that party.” Calista said. “Such a gentleman of you. I didn’t expect someone would see me and eventually escort me to that party.” She chuckled.

Calista may not talk a lot but she knows when to give away her charm. She knows a lot and everyone than she is expected to. She also knows how to play and let someone be in her hands. But that’s another story.

Asha:

 

At the party, Lucius saw this girl with Raven hair and a dangerous look on her. He had heard the rumours about her, shooting a boy in the hallways. Of course it wasn’t true: If something happened, Lucius was always there to take pictures. What was her name again? Some city. Paris? No, that couldn’t be. London? That would just be stupid. Rome! Her name was Rome! A not even decent opening line came into his head: just the way he liked it. He walked up to the girl, tapping her on the shoulder of her icy blue dress. “Ave, Romae estis? Tu estis pulcra et magna! Sum Lucius. You know what that means?”

 

Razsor:

There was something magical about the way a simple smile can light up a girl’s face. It was the best indicator that Jon hadn’t been too bold in his intentions to escort Calista to the party. The girl looked a knockout in the silver gown, and matched his attire to a T. The pair looked as though they planned this, though nothing could be further from the truth. From the way she spoke, she already knew who he was. Well, that was understandable. He was a Bianchi, and they had a certain profile – both physically and in the media. Taking her arm properly, he strolled with her to the lift – his chest out proud and his chin held high. You could say he met up to the name, and was certain to show Calista off when they arrived at the party.

“It’s fashionable to make an entrance….or in our case, be a little late.” Jon and Calista just made the lift and he spun her around when the doors closed – sealing them in. The dark haired Jon flicked his hair back a little, as part of it had fallen down before his eyes. It gave him a slightly roguish look. “A beautiful girl such as yourself deserves to be shown off…and I plan to do just that.” Giovanni’s cologne was quite strong in the confined space of the lift, and it may have made Calista a little light headed. Everything, about Jon…seemed to be rich and powerful. From the fleck of gold from his cuff links and watch, to the fifty watt smile, that he only showed to someone he either wanted to impress, or genuinely liked.

On the opening of the doors on the floor where the party was happening, the smile fell away and he looked dominant once again.

“Lets show these kids how it’s done.”

 

SA:

She glared back at the guy, he came off at so negative, but at the same time she didn’t mind that he didn’t know who she was. She was near some other famous girls; they were less well known than herself, nevertheless, they still complained about their first world problems and bragged about the all the awards the received from a few years back. She just agreed, smiled, and nodded; just like her parents wanted her to. This is how you make friends right? She thought anxiously.

 

Ob:

“Oh, that’s great then?” there was a faint question in her voice. But Calista, nevertheless, let the dark haired boy escort her to the party. It was already full of people, the speakers were producing mellow music… yet. She walked with confidence along with Jon, her heels making bold sounds on the orange-yellow floor as they entered the party. Her face showed a faint, intimidating smile, something that she rarely does. But she feels confident, especially with Mr. Bianchi here.

 

 

 

Fights like a Girl – The Kingdom of Greed :PD

Back at the Greed Kingdom, the Princess has no idea that her family have vanished, while she is getting fitted out to fight the Jabberwocky.

Kiri:
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You ever have that moment when you’re so caught up in the enjoyment of the moment you can’t control your thoughts or actions? That was Ayana at the moment, she was caught up in such a creepy mentality that she was even going as far as to run the bottom of her tongue along the tops of her left hand knuckles with a look of what looked to be expectation of the moment. She wasn’t lying when she said she planned to break this beast, and oh he was a fiery one considering the tone of his voice, but it only brought a look of even more glee. As his eyes unleashed their little eye beam, the girl didn’t hesitate to lift a hand, unleashing a torrent of her Divine Lightning right into the beam in the shape of a wall of brilliant, white, crackling energy which coursed and fought off the beam with ease. While that beam was able to char the flesh and burn it away, her white lightning was a different matter all together, the only true way to defend against that was another form of energy; for a very good example, his own sprays of energy and flame, as well as the eye beam. What most didn’t know is… if you didn’t have a way to negate the lightning itself… blocking it was pointless as the electrical energy would still channel through and seize up your muscles to the point of being unable to move. The most debilitating use is paralyzation. Which she did to the Jabberwocky.

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“Ah, you’re being a very bad boy~ Time to teach you a lesson.~”

Even with the eye beam coming at her wall of lightning, the girl jabbed her sword as hard as possible into the ground, jamming it there before she lifted her right hand and smiled as she charged up a large amount of Divine Lightning around her curled fingers. It was a bit scary how she was finding everything he was doing to be kind of… just plain bad, like he was a child to be scolded in spite of being a massive dragon. Ayana would have pointed her hand right at the Jabberwocky, discharging so much of that holy energy right at him that once it hit he’d be put in excruciating pain; keeping it going she wouldn’t stop till he released his little eye beam, but as she finished she’d just be standing there. Giggling with insanity and speaking with a bit of a tone which told she was going to enjoy every little thing she did to him.

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“Do you give in yet?~ Or do I need to break you further?~”

And with that she just… continued giggling, laughing with such a wide grin you’d think her face was about to split as she let the electricity continue coursing through him and paralyzing him if it had connected, obviously ready to continue dealing out this torturous damage without end.

Dessy:
“Aye…armor, the likes that be fitting for a woman of your stature.” Suda spoke, and Mariela tilted her head. Suda was loyal – that much was obvious. He’s been with Greed since Mammon and never once left. If that wasn’t loyal to Greed, she didn’t know what was. Mariela lifted her head when the ceiling tremored, and dust began falling. “I’m running out of time…” she mumbled, looking back at Suda

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She looked at the armor as Suda spoke. It did have enchantments. That’s what Mariela had assumed. “Power booster?”she repeated. That meant it amplified her powers. Otherwise, made them greater than they actually were… at least that’s what she was getting out of it. That could be useful in many ways. And now that she thought about it, she forgot that she inherited Lydia’s powers. She might have to play around with that one day. That’d be useful.

She kept listening to him as he talked about the powers. “But then again, you aren’t no ordinary witch, are ya?” Suda spoke, and Mariela shrugged. “That’s what everybody else keeps telling me.” she said. “I don’t know.” she said again. She didn’t understand it – but that’s what they said. Mariela took the suit when it was handed to her, holding it up and looking at it. She looked up as Suda finished talking, before looking down at the suit. “Well…” she said. “Let’s try this thing on.” she spoke again, taking the suit and beginning to slip it on.

She then took the gauntlets, beginning to slip those on as well. “Anything else I should know about?” she asked, speaking as she continued to slip the armor on. She didn’t know how much time she had left. But she needed to get to the ballroom.

Razorbackwriter:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

There was so much about the Greed kingdom that Mariela didn’t know about. Suda, who had been faithful to each reigning monarch for as long as he could remember had always kept busy in his little blacksmith shop – but there was more to this underground dungeon than met the eye. Dealing with the Princess, while the upstairs ballroom was being turned into a gladiator arena, Suda found himself in a situation that he never expected himself to be in. Instead of whipping on the armor and racing off with sword in hand to go and fight the might Jabberwocky – who was going ten rounds with a lightning sprite, she wanted to know….if there was anything else she should know about.

Suda paused. Standing still…staring at the girl. Perhaps it was time to allow her to be privy to what really had been going on beneath the bowels of Greed castle.

“I was going to wait for a more opportune moment, but…since you forced my hand.” Suda reached for a large lever and pulled hard on it. What happened next would leave the girl truly spellbound and probably in shock. A massive stone wall started to turn around, revelling what was a large passage way. From the sounds of it, there was something going on down the tunnel.

“Guess you should see the lab.” The Lab? What had Suda been keeping a closely guarded secret? Motioning with his stubby little hand, he urged the Princess to follow, even with the loud roars still coming up from the ballroom. “Oh…no rush to go fight the beast, I am sure it will still be there when we are finished…NOW…welcome to Greed central. It is here that we are working on new and wonderful ways to defend the Kingdom.”

If she was to look, she would see an army of dwarves….more than Snow white ever had, and they were doing everything from making swords, to testing out new flame throwers against other dwarves in special protective suits. In the background a young dwarf was tinkering on what looked like a special gauntlet. Rupert…was his name and he was sporting a large pair of blast goggles and had a blackened face. His lab coat was covered in singes, and he smelt…like crispy bacon.

“Rupert…I have someone to introduce to you.” Suda then mentioned to Mariela “This is my son, who is training to follow in my footsteps.”

Glancing up, Rupert turned off his blow torch and shifted the googles off his eyes. He’d not seen Mariela before, and had no idea who she was.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?’ Rupert was not the most polite of chaps.

“Son…this is the Princess of Greed. She is the ruler of this Kingdom. Show some respect!” He was typical of youth of the day – outspoken and brash.

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“Ah yes…the legendary Princess of Greed. You’re the one that turned Lydia into slime. Nice work. I hate to say it, but…you don’t exactly look the evil ruler type to me.”

“RUPERT!” Suda couldn’t believe his son’s brutal honesty. Yes, she didn’t look evil, but then again looks could be deceiving. The young dwarf coughed before shrugging his shoulders. “I thought women liked to be told nice things.”Poor boy was trying to pay her a compliment. Dragging his hand down his face, Suda then asked Rupert what he was working on.

“Care to give a demonstration of that…gauntlet?’ This was a prototype that had yet to be tested out properly. Rupert was a bit shocked that his father wanted to do a presentation…especially with the noise coming from upstairs. A piece of the ceiling dropped down as you could hear the Jabberwocky going off the deep end.

Rupert carefully lifted the gauntlet off the stand on which it was placed and then fitted it to his hand.

“One size fits all, comes in an array of colours….” he twirled his hand around and wiggled the fingers. “High quality adamantium, which we harvested from a passing chap who looked a lot like Hugh Jackman.” He coughed, then continued. “Retractable claws, capable of tearing through any fabric or metal. Perfect for playing tic tac toe on a dragon’s face….ALSO it throws a net of plasma when you press this button….right…here!” Rupert pressed the button, only for the net to shoot out and hit a passing dwarf, pinning him to the wall.

“Test 27….ah a direct hit. Sorry about that, Wilson.” Rupert saluted the dwarf stuck to the wall, and then continued. “This button activates an invisibility cloak device…which makes the wearer invisible to the naked eye. Rupert clicked the button and then he simply vanished from sight – though..you could still hear him.

“As you can see….or rather not…this gauntlet is a wonderful addition to your armor, M’lady. Thinking about making you matching boots to complete the ensemble. One can never have enough of those. So…any questions?” Funny thing was…he was still invisible.

Upstairs, the Jabberwocky was getting as good as he was giving. Ayana had released a powerful lightning beam to counter the fire blast from his eyes, with a spectacular ball of power now hovering between them. The plucky little fighter was not about to be giving up anytime soon. And neither was the Jabberwocky. The bitch had used her spear strikes to incapacitate the creature, as well as wrap him in a type of binding hold, but there is always other ways in which to fight. What the Jabberwocky did not count on however, was the use of her holy powers. Strange you might say for a creature who was in the very bowels of hell, in a sin Kingdom. That alone was enough to make you question everything. The Jabberwocky let out a terrible noise of pain, with his muscles twitching and contracting during the onslaught. But there was one thing the beast was capable of and that was being able to continue to fight through the pain, as bad as it was. If he couldn’t move the bulk of his body and his eyes still could, he directed the fire beam to the iron chain that supported the very new and shiny chandelier, that was hanging right over the plucky little lightning strike. With a great exertion of power, he fired a blast that would sheer through the chains, causing the chandelier to swing and then fall…..plummeting at speed towards the girl who was in its path of landing. This was to serve as a distraction and give the Jabberwocky the chance to regain some strength of movement, to break through the debilitating lighting strikes.

~RB~

The Whisper of Death.

The Whisper of Death


(Inspired by The Heirs and Who are you? School 2015)


Kryss University is a school for the rich. The heirs of famous, popular businesses, the children of the politicians, the children of popular, worldwide artists and the children of some mafias attends here. They are beautiful and handsome, and rich. You may think they are perfect and lives a very comfortable life, but you are wrong. Every student in this university have a deep secret that would destroy their reputation– their lives, once discovered. Everything have flaws; nothing, no one is indeed perfect, whether you are rich or poor, beautiful or ugly.

A new school year has started again. Each student is excited to start the new year, have fun and make new memories. Everything that happened last year was buried and forgotten or left as a memory that would stick to them. But not everyone have forgotten.

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They may look innocent; they may live a comfortable life; they may be kind. But no one is perfect; no one could have a perfect life. These students are one example. Be careful who you are dealing with.

 

 

 

Ob:

The bus halted in front of a huge, tall building. “Okay guys,” their adviser said through a megaphone. Everyone silenced. “We have arrived on the hotel we are staying for 4 days. Each one of you will have your own room. As you get off, we’ll give you guys the hotel cards.” the students hollered, some of them pumping their fist on the air. Calista remained quiet on her seat and listened as the adviser talked again. “Now, the first row will get up and get off then the next and next.” the first row get up and get off. Calista sat on the 2nd row, so after the 1st row of students get off, she stood up and followed the girl in front of her. As she get off, a man gave her her galaxy colored suitcase and a hotel card. Written across from it in bold, medium sized letters was 423. Calista walked past them and pulled her shades down to her eyes. The 3pm sun blared below them, merciless.

Calista sighed in relief as she entered the hotel. The cold, comfortable air from the air conditioner welcomed her. The hotel’s lobby was amazing, of course, it’s a 5 star hotel. It was huge, like a grand ballroom. It has two, huge gold chandeliers, an indoor fountain in the center that produced the different colors of the rainbow, a couple of very artistic paintings hung on the wall and red couches with gold laces. There is also a mini fish pond on the corner of the room. The students who first got off crowded in the center of the hotel, apparently waiting for the next announcement. Calista joined them and stood meters away from them. She silently listened to them while her eyes rested on the hotel’s glass door that keeps producing another student. The students near her were talking about how they’ll spend their first night. She also wondered how she will spend her first night– it will probably depend on the activities.

 

Kay:

 

Fortune exited the bus, excited for her new adventure in life. Leaving behind her family in New York was a difficult decision to make, pushing for a more independent lifestyle than any woman in her family before her. A smile spread across her face as the group of students entered the hotel, receiving their key cards on the way. 426. She enclosed her hand around the piece of plastic and brought it up to her lips, kissing her hand and wishing for good luck – something her father had always done before a job.

The hotel was extremely extravagant, covered in gold and wonder. As Fortune passed a painting of the Virgin Mary, she stopped and made the sign of the cross over her torso. Pulling her suitcase behind her, she walked around the lobby and examined its beauty. She was used to the dingy shops and apartments of New York. Her father may have been a mafia boss, but he refused to leave the neighborhood for a better home. So they remained where they had since Fortune was a baby, and her father still worked at a pizza place.

 

Luc:

 

Lucius walked into the hotel with just two small suitcases. He had always traveled the world but hated carrying much, so he traveled light. All the students were looking at the fish, the furniture, the paintings on the wall or their phone. Lucius, however, was looking at the high ceiling. It had an almost perfect duplication of Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel on it. He had seen and studied the real one, so he could see the mistakes, but it was amazingly well done. He opened his jacket and got out the phone his father had given to him: It was no good for more than calling and taking photos, but it was amazing at the latter. It was the best camera phone out there, and Lucius carried it everywhere. The Niagara Falls, Mount Rushmore, The Great Pyramids, it was all on his phone.

 

TML:

 

Alexis jumps out of the bus. She’s excited to see what’s in store for her. And she, like most of her peers, hoped that this trip will be an unforgettable experience.
Alexis walked inside the hotel, impressed by it’s architectural design. She carries her luggage with her. Alexis checked her hotel card over and over again, to memorize her room number. 421, it’s easy to memorize but she can’t help but to look at it over and over again.

 

SA:

 

Celeste sat on the bus, she slowly slid her finger across the window. Her ring finger was covered dust from the old window. The bus came to a halt, she exited the bus and put her hood on her sweatshirt down to get a better look at the tall building. To her horror, dozens of her classmates faces lit up and started going to her. Oh God….. Even at this school they know who I am. Her parents were extremely famous celebrities, she would attend red carpet events, has been interviewed by the news, even her birth was a huge anouncement to the media. Celeste absolutely hates getting so much attention, she’d rather study, play videogames, participate in sports, and be a normal teenager. She wished her parents could just let her go to a normal school, whatever.

 

Ob:

 

Once the students were in one place, their adviser stood in front of them with his megaphones. “Okay, 12th grade. Proceed to your rooms and come back here at..” He stopped and checked his wristwatch, “7:30 pm sharp. We’ll all be having our dinners together. Make sure to wear your grandest outfit for the night!” He announced. The crowd burst into giggles and chats, mostly coming from the girls. “Now, we’ll let 20 students first go inside the elevator then the next batch and the next.” The hotel staff guided the students near the elevator. It was huge and made of glass where you can see through it.

Calista pasted herself on the wall, her suit case standing in her sneakers’ edge. She let the other students pass by her. She doesn’t mind of being last, she’ll arrive there anyway. And, she’ll also have a time to appreciate the room. It was so beautiful she wondered why her father hadn’t made negotiations to buy this hotel. Or was it theirs? Her parents never really pushed her to be part of their business, especially that she’s not the heir. Though,Moshe sometimes spectate business meetings when she’s bored and attend formal dinners and parties.

 

SA:

 

She briskly walks past her classmates who recognized her and stepped into the grande hotel and stared in awe. She walked silently around the lobby to pass time until she would hear further announcement. The lobby was glorious, gorgeous ceiling paintings, fountains with detailed sculptures, and paintings thats eyes watch you no matter what angle she happened to be at. Her long sundress caught on a mounted doorstopper she begun to trip over her dress before she caught herself. A few heads turned around because she made this big tapping noise when she caught herself. Great, now people know where I am she thought.
“Your Celeste, right?” A stout girl said excitedly.
Celeste goes here?” Her taller friend exclaims.
A small crowd of students surround her, asking her many questions about her parents. Celeste’s face flushes red underneath her heavy makeup.
Students start to fill up the elevator, she joins in too. She spots a girl with blondish hair, maybe it’s Calista, Celeste has heard of before throuh the other students.
Maybe I should make friends with her, she seems nice, right? Ok, act normal and friendly. You got this….

 

TMI:

 

Alexis noticed how people went crazy over somebody. One of her schoolmate, Celeste or something else that start with C. A famour actress maybe, Alexis don’t really follow gossip and news about celebrity. She’s her father daughter, after all. All she read about is about politics and international news.
Rather than grouping around her, people… Make some distance with her. Well, indeed that occasionally men wearing black suit would follow her arouns but not this time (or at least as long as she know).

Alexis make into the elevator, eager to see the hotel hallway and room design.

 

SA:

 

Maybe another day? There is too many people here right now, if I talk to one person then they’ll all expect me to talk everyone. For now I’ll just answer any non-personal questions until I get to my room. Man, this has been the longest minute ever.
The elevator slowly rises up to the different floors, Celeste liked to see the numbers indicating the floor level change, there was something peaceful about that. While answering some questions and being introduced to some of the more popular students on the elevator her eyes darted around examining each of the students. She saw this girl give a curious look towards her for a second, the girl was with a few other classmates, she noticed that about 1/6 of the students in the elevator didn’t know who her parents were and boy, was she glad. She held on to the metallic hand rail, her hand felt the elevator halt and the doors slowly opened to reveal a hallway.

 

Ob:

 

Calista noticed Celeste looking at her, everyone knows her. However, Calista pretended she didn’t see her. When the time came for the last batch to go inside the elevator, Calista moved and joined the other students. She was the last one to enter the elevator, thus, she stood near the glass door. The elevator ascended; Calista waited patiently. Each time the elevator passes a floor, the lobby always have different design. It was elegant, unique and gorgeous; it was full of chandeliers, gold, silver, white, red and black. The elevator pinged and halted in the 7th floor. The glass door spread open and Calista stepped out. She looked in awe as she stood on the floor’s lobby. The center had some Greek goddess statue fountain, around it are beds of daises and roses.

Calista headed straight and started to search for her room, 423. The first two doors that stood across from each other were 400 and 401– she have a long way to go. As she started to walk on the marbled floor, the hallway was full with laughter and it made her assured and comfortable. She turned right, then turned left and finally found her door. She scanned the hotel key on the sensor on the door knob. The light became green and produced a ping sound, Calista twisted the knob and opened her room’s door. She stick out a hand and searched the wall for the switch. But she immediately drew back her hand as she felt something cold touch or rather, graze, the back of her palm. She knew it was not an object, she was certain, since it was soft yet cold, very cold that it sent chills on her spine. Nervously, she stick her hand again and tapped the wall for the switch, after a second, she found it and the room’s lights turned on.

 

 

Fort:

 

Fortune learned that her victim’s name was Lucius. She apologized again and again, but he kept reassuring her that it was okay. They talked about the amazing art on the ceiling, and he asked her if she had ever been to the Sistine Chapel. Fortune blushed and looked at her feet.

“To be honest, I’ve never been outside of Brooklyn until I got accepted into this school.”

After their conversation, Fortune made her way to her room. Upon opening the door, she was in awe. The whole room was the size of her apartment back in Brooklyn. After the door shut behind her, she let out an excited screech. Running towards the bed, she jumped on it and landed on her back. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric of the comforter and breathed in the clean scent. She was really gonna love this.

 

SA:

 

She dragged her suitcases through the hallway. ” Need any help?” Asked the same stout girl she talked to in the lobby. ” No thanks, I’m fine.” Celeste responded, walking to her presidential suite. She unlocked the door using a room card, a small green light lit up and she heard the door’s locks making a clicking noise. Her suite was fairly large; it had a small kitchenette, living room, wide balcony, a master bedroom, a HUGE bathroom, and walk in closet. This must be the presidential suite. Celeste rolled her eyes, she honestly rather have a smaller room since it makes no sense for one person to require so much space and luxury. She has tried to tell her parents that she feels wierd about getting so much stuff and special rooms, her parents would always say in excuse that the extra space was for her “friends”. Celeste actually doesn’t have any friends, although sometimes she has to interact with other children of celebrities and politicians to get good press.

 

Ob:

 

(Time skip to 7pm, 30 minutes before the party)

Calista stood in front of the bathroom’s wide mirror, she wore her bathrobe and her blonde hair was wrapped in a towel. A small case of make-up was wide open in the counter and a bunch of rollers sat beside it. She started applying make-up: foundation, black-eyeliner, mascara, light red eyeshadow, a small blush-on and a scarlet red lipstick. She also put on a dark forest green contacts. After she was done with her make-up, she unwrapped her hair. Using the blower, she let it dry first and then wore the rollers.

While waiting for the rollers to do its work, she stepped out of the bathroom. She picked up her outfit from the bed which was full of other clothes. The dress she picked was black, fitting, short and sexy. It has a turtleneck that is see-through until her collarbone, the sleeves were until her wrist and they are also see-through. The chest part of the dress until its end is the only part that is not see-through. Calista stepped out of her bathrobe and wore the dress. It hugged her slender body and emphasized her S line shape. The dress ended meters above her knees. She then paired it with a black boot heels that ended on her ankles, It has a ribbon on the side where small diamonds traced its outline. Its heels were long, thin and sharp. Calista then proceeded to the accessories. She wore a pair of ruby dangling earrings, and a diamond ring which she inserted in her middle finger. The stone of the ring was small and is in a heart shape.

After a couple of minutes, Calista went back to the bathroom and removed the rollers, her blonde hair was wavy and soft. She let the other side of her blonde hair fall into her shoulder while she left the other side resting on her back. She stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed her purse in the bed. It was plain silver and is made of silk. She stuffed in her phone, her wallet, a handkerchief, her foundation, lipstick, a small perfume and her breath spray– a lady always bring breath sprays.

Calista closed her purse and looked up at the clock, 7:27 pm. Calista went to the door and removed the room keycard to its home, making every light in the room turn off. She stepped out of the room, locked the door and put her keycard on her purse.

 

Razor:

 

Earlier on the bus….

Jon had been the last to make his way down the bus from the back. This common mode of transportation was something of a disgraceful way to have to pull up at the hotel where the students would be spending the next four days. With his eyes shaded behind dark ray ban glasses, Jon sneered at the bus driver, who had been waiting patiently for the straggler to leave. Approaching the driver, Jon noted something familiar about him. He was an older male, about sixties and with a large bald patch that was covered by the world’s worst comb over. The driver reminded him of one of his father’s chauffeurs over the years. Badly dressed and portly, reeking of cigarette smoke. Clearly, the driver was dying to have a break so that he could enjoy a few with some whiskey. Jon reached into his jacket pocket and tossed the driver a fifty dollar bill, patting the man on the shoulder in a condescending way. “Thanks for keeping it running…” Not bothering to wait for a reply, Jon jumped down the last step onto the pavement, and headed inside the hotel, where a porter was waiting. Giovanni’s father had taken the liberty of arranging for his son’s luggage to arrive ahead of the group, and of course it meant that Jon didn’t have to lift a finger. The porter snapped his heels together on seeing the young well dressed man enter. This had to be Master Bianchi. He handed Jon his room key and then gestured to where the lifts were. Already he was well behind the others, but thankfully the porter knew the room that Giovanni was staying in, as well as the night’s activities. The porter handed Jon a slip of paper. Taking it, Jon took off his sunglasses and carefully folded them, placing them in his pocket as he waited for the lift. Reading it, Jon’s right eyebrow raised slightly.

“Party at 7.30pm? Really? So on top of having to ride in the bus with these clowns, I now have to socialize with them as well?” Jon didn’t even look at the porter, to seek his answer. The doors to the lift opened, and he strode in. Huffing as he did so. In truth, he would be much happier to spend the night watching the sports channel, than having to dress up in a tux and put on airs and graces that he clearly didn’t have. The lift went up to the fourth floor, where it opened out and the porter pointed to the right. “Room 419, Sir.” Jon swaggered down the hall, finally coming to a stop outside his appointed room. Swiping the card, the green light indicator came on, and Jon pushed the door open, with the porter following in with his luggage. The room was quite spacious and well appointed. All the mod cons that you would appreciate in such an establishment. While Jon went to go look out the balcony window, the porter stacked Jon’s bags, before coughing to signal that he wished to be tipped. Well, he had done his job and deserved something. Taking out a rolled up wad of notes, he then placed a ten dollar note in the porter’s outstretched hand, which he took gracefully. “If you need anything else, Sir?” He paused, half expecting something, but Jon simply waved him away dismissively. If he wanted anything, it would be the TV guide and the room service menu. Once the porter left the room, Jon checked his watch for the time. Enough for a nap, and then shower and change. Jon flopped backwards, landing on the bed – staring at the ceiling.

Time skip – 6.59pm

Giovanni emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his hair still wet from the hot shower. His Italian designer suit was hanging on the door, and he had a pair of shoes that had been polished and ready, along with his smalls and crisp white shirt. One thing about Jon was that when he went out, he always looked good. Even if he really would rather laze about the hotel, or sneak down to the bar. Amazing what he could get away with with his father’s connections. Dressing himself reasonably quickly, he was soon fixing his tie, when he flashed a glance at the time. Fixing on his jacket, he slid on his Rolex watch, and then placed his wallet on the inside pocket of his jacket. The key card was on the edge of his night stand, and that was the last thing he had to bring. One last look in the mirror, and he gave a light shrug of the shoulders. It was now 7.28pm. Great…he was going to be fashionably late. Stepping out the door of his suite, he emerged in the corridor close to the same time as a blonde haired girl that was done up to the nines. Pocketing the key card to the room, he showed her a half smile.

“You with the school?” He may well have not recognized her from those on the bus, but if she was a student, she sure scrubbed up well. “Need an escort?” Jon offered his arm anyways.

Seeking Echoes.

Seeking Echoes

So… Echoes. The perplex beings of time. Echoes, as foretold by many, are ancient beings. These ancient beings all have their own treacherous tales of woe. But after these experiences, they unlocked godly abilities. One day, however, all 8 Echoes just disappeared. After years of searching, people started questioning whether these god-like figures in time ever existed. After so long, people dismissed them as ‘myths’, or ‘legends’, having no real evidence to support their existence.But no more. These ancient beings have used their power to enchant artifacts that have been lost for ages, never to be found unless their great powers were needed again. Creatures were happy at the time, since the artifacts disappearance meant times of peace and prosperity…

Now, unfortunately, is no longer the time for peace. A strange darkness will soon fall upon us all, and we need to be ready. The Echoes are stirring, signaling a time of great change. A large amount of people have no idea whats in store for them, and so they have turned the most prestigious magic academy of all time to seek guidance.

Thing is, you’re but a humble school student, just wishing to hone your magical abilities. Are you up to the task of wielding such power and responsibility? Probably not…

Echoes
 There are, in total, 8 Echoes from ancient times. They each had one representation, something that showed how they would use their abilities.
ANIMAL, HEART, STAR, SPIRIT, MIND, CURSE, HOLY AND CHAOS
These are the 8 that were allowed to ascend to Echoes. Now, they have passed their powers on to you. With their help, hopefully we shall defeat this time of darkness…
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Animal
An Animal’s abilities include anything animal-like or related to animals in some way. This can include animal-morphing, animal communication, etc. Though, their powers are wild and unpredictable, possibly causing problems. Especially when you want to become a horse or something, and then you become a mouse…
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Heart
The Heart uses their or others emotions to draw strength from, normally to strengthen either healing or empathetic abilities. Their mental state and emotional state can be altered by other emotions, but as time goes on they might be able to control that more. The more dark and gloomy the emotions, the less effective their abilities become…
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Star
Well, this one is up to the imagination. Quite literally, as Stars can have almost any power they can think up. This is only temporary, and if used longer can have adverse affects on the Star. Say the Star tries to shoot stars from their hands, the stars will eventually start to explode closer and closer to their user. And, this happens incredibly fast, so best be careful…
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Spirit
The Spirit can use apparitions for different tasks, such as combat, house-cleaning, and possessing objects. They might even be able to escape their own body. Though, the Spirit has to be careful. The ghosts that serve them are tricky, and if not held under a tight leash might wreak havoc…
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Mind
Allows the use of the mind’s full potential, whether that be manipulation, communication, movement, or just smarts is up to The Mind who wields this power. The Mind’s physical body is, however, weaker than most…
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Curse
This is exactly as you’d expect. The Curse allows the user to enchant or curse certain things, though the opposite will happen to the Curse. If they enchant something, they themselves will get cursed in some way. The same with cursing, as if they curse others it is to the benefit of themselves…
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Holy
Able to manipulate light or protect those in need, the Holy is more of a guardian angel than anything. They can use the light to provide different protecting effects, or to vanquish those trying to attack those in need. However, in the face of darkness, they themselves cannot do much except shine light to attract its attention…
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Chaos
The Chaos is… Well, quirky. They are allowed to manipulate different illusions, perspectives, and sometimes even the physical plane itself. Though, this power does come with some strange after effects, if The Chaos is skilled enough they can amplify those weird effects or minimize them. It rather random, and can have many varying results.
Welcome to the Hydra Academy!
We hope you enjoy your stay!
This Academy is known by its colors of black, purple, and gold, one of the most Elite academies on the continent of Gaze. In response to the strange events that have started happening, this school has started accepting almost anyone. But if you don’t pass the entrance ‘test’, you aren’t going anywhere.

Secretly, the school is trying to protect as much youth as they can by keeping them there. However, if you do pass the exam on a whim, you will be shown the Echoes to see if you are worthy. The only way to pass the Exam is to show you are apart of the 9% of the populous that has a Signature. And it seems you have passed. Congrats on that, by the way. You will be training with the others, put on missions, then allowed a few days of rest in your Dorms. Dorms will be 4 people each. Have fun.
~Mrs. Haven

 
ML:

Welcome to Hydra!

The front gates of the school came into view after the long trip, the closed doors dauntingly high. There were many buzzing conversations and noises happening throughout the bus, though most of them about how the school was just allowing them in with no rhyme or reason. Some talked of how crazy it was to have a Wyvern as a Headmaster, while others talked about their spells. None knew of the actual purpose of the school, other than the rumors that had sparsely found their way into conversations. The bus lurched to a stop, its magical engines purring. As the door swung open, a silence hung in the air. Finally, the first person moved. Everyone stopped their awing, and slowly made their way off the bus. A few students were already there, though, preparing for the doors to open themselves.
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Rune:
Sivent drew his cloak closer across his body, hiding his pale skin and marks as best as he could. He’d avoided conversation with others as best as he could, hoping to avoid, awkward conversations. He’d made sure to listen in on most of the conversations, learning as much as he could about the other students and their capabilities. His silver eyes kept darting around, making sure that he and his bond were sa- no, it was just him now. He held a small, invisible sphere, an Annul, waiting to be used, just in case someone tried working some magic on him. He knew from experience it couldn’t be detected, due to it literally being nothing, which added to the surprise of any mage that tried working magic. He continued glancing around nervously as the bus slowed down to a halt, and waited for others to depart. Once everyone had made their way off the bus, he would follow, but for now, he was content to sit and absorb as much information as he could, and make sure that he was safe.
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Yumi:
Rayle Elyar
“Tch. How pleasant this school is…” A raven haired teen muttered as she got up from her bus seat. Wow. This window view. The academy seemed pretty large… For very unusual, not normal, freaks who attended here. She was one of those freaks today. Her dull expression never changed as she took a step towards the crowd exiting the big yellow vehicle that held them in seats before. A sigh was about to be released until someone decided to take a look at her.  Huh. He looked uneasy. Well, it was normal for students to have that anxiety on their first day, especially ‘normal’ ones. She stared back at him, with bored eyes until he decided to turn away and look at the other students surrounding them. So, he wanted to observe them… Just like what her Beast-like master told her to do… Observe. Blah.She stepped out onto the pavement and gazed at the school. Huge, bigger than she had imagined. Masterman did say it was large, but damn. Hopefully, she wouldn’t get lost or tick the so-called Wyvern headmistress off. Ugh, she didn’t like this. She stood out, or she thought she did. They were freaks like her, but she was more of a freak than them. Nobody wants to be here…. She didn’t want to be here… The teen continued her walk until she came across the boy who took a glance at her. She leaned close to his ear and whispered in a monotonous voice, “Why did you look at me?” Now, she had to sit back and interact with that person, because it was on one of the to-do-lists she came up with while waiting on the bus. One person you befriend can help you learn more about this academy. Otherwise more. She needed more… Nah. Too many people that have her attention could trigger something unpleasant in her mind.*

 

 
anime:
Sana hopped off the bus and looked around. She took off her hood and smiled seeing the school. “Wow this sure was a good idea just look at this place! haha!” She was wearing her hoodie and under it she wore jean shorts and a red tank top. She had on long black socks that went up to her legs and sneakers. She also had her knives attached to her just in case. She watched the other people talk. Seemed like most people had sighed up with their friends. She had couple of friends at home. But the one friend she really missed had moved before she left on her journey. She missed she could see her again. She sighed thinking about it. “Come on Sana this is no time to get depressed. The whole reason your here is so you can train and maybe even find out more about your parents. Alright!….Whoops!” She covered her mouth when she realized she was talking to herself out loud.
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Kurai:
Midnight got off of the bus as usual in human form and unfortunately not on her mothers broom. Oh how she hated human form, from day one it was an unnatural feeling she had to endure on only some of her mothers shopping trips as well as in shifter training, and now she had to be in human form until she was back in her dorm or on most occasions in combat training as that was one of her combat strategies. Midnight, although had only dreamed of coming to this school, had not realized how big it was and looked at the campus with awe. How amazing it was to finally be here after so many years! ‘Keep it together Midnight’ she thought to herself as she kept walking to the gates.
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TMI:
Skye felt sick. Her head hurts and she felt like she could puke anytime. She blame the carsick for this. But anyhow, she doesn’t feel good all the way to the school and feel a little bit better when the bus stopped. She almost forgot her pain at the sight of the gate, and the school behind the gate. She’s here. She’s finally here. She wished that her family could come with her and see this amazing school… Wait, she just arrived here and she’s already get a homesick? No-no. Skye shook her head.
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Shin:

Clarendon was finishing up his journal entry for the day as the others were getting off and going towards the gate. He packed away his belongings and journal into a sash pouch specifically designed to carry his book. He looked around and the different characters to take note of them. He knew everyone had their own reason for being at this place, and that he should not get side tracked from learning all he could about the Echoes and everything surrounding the myths. Throughout his travels, he learned little about them but much about the world. All answers seemed to point to this place, and he would not spurn the opportunity.

As he glanced around, he noticed that one girl ((SKYE ERSTAIN)) who did not seem to enjoy the ride and perhaps was not feeling well because of it. He approached her slowly to the side. Clarendon took out an unused bottle of water and offered it to her. ” May this refresh you. You did not seem comfortable during the ride.” he said to her. He paused a bit just before giving his name. He wondered whether to do so at all or just make up another name. His name had been a point of mocking from some, due to a shortened version of it being ‘Claire’. ” I am Clarendon by the way. Oh yes it is not open.” he said referring to the water bottle.

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TMI:

Skye Erstain

A good man approached her and offered her a bottle of water. She nods and quickly accepted the bottle. She opened it quickly and took a sip before letting out a loud sigh as she feel a lot better now. She smiled at the person who just introduced himself as Clarendon.
“That’s an unusual name. Any nickname? Or shortened version? Like how Michael are called Mike or something.” Skye asked, and then remembered that she haven’t introduced herself. “My name is Skye. Skye Erstain. But if you ever call me ‘Stain’, i’m going to punch you in the face.”
She laughed, and then abruptly stops. “No, for real..”

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OneTiny:
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Magi was one of the last ones to get off of the bus. She was a bit pale from the overexposure on the bus. Sure, there were plenty of excited and hopeful feelings. But the bad ones – anxiety, fear, dread – mixed with her own anticipation and settled in the pit of her stomach. She parted herself from the throng of people finding their way to the gates. While she was excited to meet new magic-users and potential friends, she needed a little time to adjust to the amount of people. It was certainly not Gramma’s little dryad cottage in the woods anymore. She idly noticed a girl in a hoodie talking to herself before starting. A small seed that had clung to her clothes had sprouted, making a baby flower on her dress. Right now, it looked wilted. All of the anticipation and worry must have been amplified over the past few days, causing it to grow.

Hoping nobody saw it, she brushed it off and re-evaluated herself. She looked over her off-the-shoulder, flowy, light pink dress with 3/4 sleeves that ended at her lower thighs. Her white socks that ended above the knee had slipped a little, so she pulled them up. The last thing to do was to re-tie one of her brown boots and she was good to go. The leaf shaped ring, bracelets, and necklace she wore had luckily stayed tidy. Glancing around, she pulled out her smartphone out of her bag and checked her appearance in the screen. Winged eyeliner, blush, and pink tinted lips were also in place. She gave a sigh of relief. Some would call her vain, but she only worried because of her habit. Too many times she had rubbed her eyes and become a panda.

She remembered how her Gramma had always told her that. Worried, she threw her a few texts, then played a phone game to look like she was occupied.

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ML:

As the students finally all get there and congregate, awaiting for the gates to open, a strange noise could be heard from not too far away. It turned out, a silhouette was circling the school. It neared the ground, and its features became discernible. A white dragon-like figure appeared out of the sky, then landed neatly directly in front of the gates. It closed its wings, icy blue eyes scanning her surrounding. Before any panic occurred, she opened her mouth to speak.

“Welcome… To Hydra.” The dragon’s feminine voice boomed, her eyes gazing at everyone in the cluster. “I’d like to personally thank you all for coming. Now, before I allow entrance to any of you, an Entrance test must be taken to see where we shall… Put you.” She chose those last words carefully, eyeing the students’ reaction. Some sighed, some go furious, and some were convinced they’d get in. Hmph. Well, at least some of them aren’t taking this horribly. She’d hoped for better, but what could she do… She placed her foot on the ground, in a battle stance.

“Attack me. First lesson: Prove that your worthy. Simple, right?” She smiled. Definitely not. The only way to actually make her impressed was if they used a Signature, but even then it’ be impossible to beat her even if they all teamed up on her. Not at the level they are at.​
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Kurai:
Midnight did not hesitate to get out her wand, her mother had not only coached her in shifting but also learning basic elemental fire spells. She only could use fire spells, however, because her mother had asked her to choose one and then she had coached her on that one element, she had never known why, though it didn’t matter much as she really wanted to become a pyromancer. She started to conjure up a fire ball focusing really hard on the warmth in her soul and summoning it through her wand. After a few moments the fire ball was as big as a juvenile hawk, thats when she slashed her wand through the air sending the fireball straight toward the wyverns chest.
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Shin:

Clarendon Adanaque

” Unusual, yes. I like to think it is somewhat unique.” he added. The dreaded nickname question. Well it is not as if he needed to tell her, but he was compelled to give her the benefit of the doubt. ” Well people have said ‘Claire’ would be the nickname.” he mentioned in a lower tone. Before he could speak further, a dragon dropped from the sky and welcomed everyone. Clarendon believed this being to be someone of importance at this Hydra.

” Lesson she says… more like a test perhaps?”
he asked Skye. ” There are none I know who have ever done in a dragon…. however well if it is to get in.” Clarendon waved at Skye as he put some distance between them. The young man noticed someone was already trying. Judging by what they were trying, attacking the chest would seem like a good plan with fire elements, but he decided to try for a rather vulnerable spot, at least for most creatures.

He pulled his arm back and then released it forward towards the Dragons head. The stream was quite wide, about 3-5 feet, however it would do little than to wash the face. Therefore, he narrowed the stream to about 3-5 inches, increasing the overall pressure. His target was the eye. He hoped it would do more than just make the Dragon blink. The Erosion Cannon was mainly used to cut through solid objects or push them away.

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ML:
The Wyvern had barely finished her sentence when some just started to attack. She smiled. A fire ball rushed to meet her chest, while a stream of water was rapidly closing in on her eye. Though she had expected them all to just attack head on, she noticed that the water-pump was a Signature. It felt powerful enough. She quickly placed her wings in front of her, allowing the attacks to bounce off harmlessly. She thought those would suffice, but they would have to try harder to meet the Echoes expectations. “Good. Keep going.” Were the only words that left her mouth as she relaxed into a more casual position, though still keeping guard. Another fire ball came out of no where, though the caster soon revealed himself and approached. Instead of blocking, she flew up into the air. The fire winked away at the rush of gases, and she growled something out: “Never approach your target unless you have a means of defending yourself. I could have easily hurt you, or worse. Is that what you want?” She questioned, beating her wings in the air to stay steady. “Continue, but try hitting me in the air this time.”
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Kurai:
Midnight began to cast Blazing phoenix, this move took up more power but was far better. Fire began forming around her wand until it took the form of a phoenix, then she pointed it towards the wyvern and shot. The phoenix shaped fire blast flew with great speed, Midnight had to practice a lot to get it to go that fast. Midnight also began shooting several other fireballs cause she knew she could not do any of her other techniques as those were mostly for escaping and dodging attacks. She knew she was not going to hit the wyvern with any of her fire balls, but the phoenix was something she had high hopes about.
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OneTiny:
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‘Whoa, is that… a dragon?’ Magi thought, looking up from her phone at the sound of the voice. ‘No… It’s too small. Some people said the Headmaster was a Wyvern…’ It took a bit of time to prepare her Signature due to its nature; when the creature first spoke she had paused and started to concentrate. Earth particles began to clump together as she stood still. Her magic molded the earth into three cylindrical rods. With a burst of energy, they bolted out of the ground towards the Headmaster. Two were aimed for either wing and one was aimed for the creature’s lower torso. They flew in a triangular formation. Small particles of softer earth flaked off as they went airborne.

At the time, her main rationale was that she wanted to try to impair its flying in some way. The rod to the torso was really supposed to aim for the diaphragm, but since she didn’t know Wyvern anatomy she had to guesstimate. It would literally knock the wind out her (she assumed it was a her from the feminine voice, but with magical creatures she was never so sure) – if it actually ever hit that was. Which wasn’t likely, but the other students were already aiming for other various parts, so she couldn’t be too choosy. She bent over slightly and held her knees. Molding earth was easy enough, but having enough energy to send the mass speeding skyward was a whole other story.

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anime:
Sana watched as the dragon flew in front of the gates. “Wow” She said amazed being this close up to a dragon. She listened as the dragon spoke but when she said entrance exam her face went white. ” A test? I didn’t know there was a test. I didn’t study aw man…” She snapped out of her rambling when she heard the dragon say attack her. “Wait what?” Before she could process anything she saw someone already attacking. ” Wow.” She watched everyone trying to attack her. She though before she decided what to do. Actually she had three moves she could use. But one of her signature moves would be the best. The question was which one….She thought for a moment and decided what to do. She could do her most powerful move but to many people were in the way and more then likely would not move just because she said so. She decided to use her butterflies. She closed her eyes and cupped her hands together. The opened them the moment she did butterflies made of flames flew to the dragon. They would try to land on her and set her on fire. She opened her eyes to see the hundreds of butterflies fling to the dragon.
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Rune:
“I was watching to prevent any attacks. I meant no offense.” Sivent replied. He didn’t have time to answer more fully as a Wyvern descended from the sky to land in front of them, challenging them to impress her. A few students started attacking, seemingly almost without thinking. He saw others pause for a while to consider the best options and then attack. He carefully considered his options. He could use his minor abilities to try to attack, but after seeing a few other basic spells, and even some obviously major spells, seem to bounce off of the Wyvern’s scales, he wondered what the point of the exercise was. None of their spells were making the smallest dent in the Wyvern’s defenses, and it seemed like they were woefully inadequate to ever get through. Did that mean the point of the exercise was to have everyone’s strongest techniques revealed? Well, only one of his major spells had to do with offense, so that was the only one he would consider showing. No need to reveal the Dark Barrier unless it became absolutely necessary. He also took a few moments to consider whether or not to reveal his true nature as Aegon. His magic would be more powerful, but he didn’t want the, aggravations, that came with people knowing. In the end he decided to refrain from reverting to Aegon form, but would launch a Void Pulse. He considered aiming at the gates to try to get into the school faster, but since the wyvern explicitly said to attack her in the air, he launched it from off to the side, trying to hit one of her wings. A dark bolt of negative energy formed between his hands and streaked through the air, flying towards the Wyvern’s position.
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ML:

The Wyvern watched as all of these attacks came by. Impressive. It seemed there were some minors spells people were throwing at her, but the more powerful ones were her interest. As a simultaneous barrage of attacks rained down on her, she flew up into the air further. There, she was followed by some of the spells, one being a Phoenix and a butterfly horde made of fire. Her eyes watched the dancing flames near, then was caught off guard by the bolt of negative energy struck one of her wings. It had made her falter in the air, causing her to flap a few times to keep herself steady.

Then, the fire attacks came. They seemed to try and ignite her scales, only landing a few hits until she blew them away with a strong beat of her wings. Some bolts of earthen arrows rapidly closed in on her as well, causing her to have to duck and spiral around to avoid them. Well, that was better than she was expecting, at the very least. She neared the ground again, shaking charred butterfly remains and earthen flakes off of her shining white scales. “Good. Now, give me a show of hands: Who made those attacks?”​
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OneTiny:
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“Whoa…” she breathed out, looking at the intense barrage of magic. It was like fireworks. She hadn’t really seen if her attacks had hit through the other, more vibrant ones, but she noticed the earth that clung to the creature. She secretly wished she had hid some seeds in the earth to act as a surprise trap, as she was much more skilled with plant manipulation. Her hand absentmindedly hovered over one of the seed pouches hidden in her clothes. Either way, there were clearly some extremely good magic users in the bunch. Come to think of it, she did see that a few of the bright colors had distinctly streaked across the creature’s scales. Thinking about it made her shudder.

Just who were these people, anyway? Clearly they had training of some kind – but again, it was so different than what she was taught… Her thoughts were interrupted when the creature spoke. Since she was more towards the back and was shorter than the people in front, she subtly shifted the dirt underneath her feet to make her bit taller. Hope pounded in her heart as she raised her hand.

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Rune:
Sivent shuddered as the Void Pulse hit and a massive amount of energy was taken from him. That was a downside to Void magic. It was powerful on offense, but it either took a large amount of energy, or if it was a cancel spell, it would restore a lot of energy. Also, working magic while in human form took much more energy than working in Aegon form, but he had already decided that he wasn’t going to shift. He weakly managed to raise his hand in answer to the wyvern’s question, and he summoned some Void Stone above it, just to prove that he had been the one with the pulse. Swaying slightly, he supported himself on a nearby tree, which had somehow survived all of the fire spells. He turned to the person he’d been talking to before  and asked, “Is there a weak spell that you could do for me? I need energy, and if I cancel a spell, I’ll get some back.”
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Yumi:
Rayle Elyar
She nodded in confusion, though she didn’t really show it. This guy was too cautious….Who was going to attack him on the first day of school? And why? Pft. It’s not like the apocalypse swarmed in, right? Or maybe… Did he get mixed up with a few serial killers or was some kind of paranoia virus eating up his wits? Hm. What a strange guy. Well, at least he wasn’t as strange as her, or her master. So, eh. He wasn’t a threat. Hopefully.And then, blasts of fire, rocks, and all those things that can hurt, no kill, a man started to fly towards the Wyvern after her speech. The teen frowned inside as she silently cut open a thin thread of blood before she was able to get a shot too. Of course, she wasn’t gonna use Squish… Ha… No. Never. She’ll use Stained Blade. Yes. That’s right. She’ll throw it at the creature like everybody else… Or maybe it was too late. Oh. Oh. Oh…. It was too late wasn’t it? The Wyvern already asked for the magic wielders to raise their hands. If she didn’t get into this school and observe for Him… There goes her pathetic little life… Ha. Well, she could always lie… To that Wyvern, otherwise catch her off guard. Yes, that sounded reasonable. So, the blood that dribbled down her hands transformed into a small crimson axe, perfect for throwing at a short ranged target. And she threw, aiming for the torso so she wouldn’t kill it….The teen turned back to look at the person she had interacted with before. He asked for a favor. Sure. Gaining allies in this freak infested place was wise, so she formed a dagger and lazily threw it at him. Wait. What if… He didn’t block or cancel it? What if he was too slow? …..Oh……. Oops. Haha, that would be his fault.

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Razor:

Way back in the yellow coloured school bus, there was a loud snoring sound coming from the back row of seats. Leaning up against the window pane, a girl with large owl like glasses and her hair tied back so severely, that it looked to be pulling her skin taught; was still fast asleep. No one noticed Sammy Logan, who with her nerdish appearance, was one that virtually became invisible to all around her. Dressed in a smock like dress, and a cardigan that was three sizes too big for her frame, she was blissfully unaware that she had been dreaming the day away on the bus – a small line of drool that hung off the edge of her lip. Oh what a dream she was having too. It would have continued to be a wonderful dream, had she not felt the aftershocks of an event that was taking place in the school grounds. The low rumble from the earth had sent a shock wave up to the bus, and it was this rumble that roused Sammy like a hand shaking her shoulder to wake her.

“No…I wanna stay…I wanna…I wanna…Oh Brad…I…ugh…where am I?” Her eyelids fluttered and she smacked her lips as she awoke to see that she was the only person on the bus. Sam shot bolt upright and then wiped away the spittle from her chin, only to feel a wave of panic flow through her. First day, and already she was behind the game. Grumbling and muttering to herself, she quickly got her bag and hurried down the aisle of the bus, shooting a grim look at the driver, before bounding down the steps and then seeing that the gates to the school was now the scene of what looked to be the first of the day’s tests – a battle. What? She missed the “Meet, Greet and Eat’ already? Sammy rolled her eyes, and pulled tighter on her backpack straps, before hurrying towards the main gate, bobbing and weaving as she tried to see just where the students from the bus had gone. Course, the first thing she saw was a Wyvern that was taking multiple attacks from some of the students.

Sammy quickly shot looks at each of the students that were engaged in all styles of magical attacks, and she knew she couldn’t well ask them to explain what they had to do to get in the gate. She slid off her backpack and let it fall to the ground, before bending open to unzip it and take out one of her text books. Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose as she took the book out. The power of the attacks was enough to cause the wind to whip at Sam’s hair, freeing it a little from the very tight pony tail, so she was looking a little rougher now than when she was on the bus. Madly flicking through her text book, where she had various spells and incantations underlined in red marker, she was nearly knocked back by a pulse of energy from another attack that had been thrown at the Wyvern.

“Ugh, I’m trying to read here!” Sam protested, as the pages of her book flipped through to the point she couldn’t even read it anymore. Tossing the book down on the ground, and knowing full well that she was going to have to rely on instinct. But if she was going to give a showing of her talents, it would have to wait. The embattled Wyvern had come to land on the ground, shaking off what looked to be dead butterflies and earth – begging the question on who did the attacks. Yep, Sam had already missed out on the chance to get through the gates early.

Morning Sickness – The Embassy : PD

 

Nicholas’s sudden illness takes everyone by surprise.

The Embassy RP – Yaoi romance.

 

 

Tsu:

 

 


In a room up in the farther part of the castle laid a person, one who groaned as the sunlight shined in through the window. Sighing a bit he would let go of the pillow and sit up, looking out the window. It was a nice day by the looks of it, his arm going up to his forehead and covering his face. A small yawn escaped his lips as long white hair flowed down to his back, the person half naked. Nicholas removed the sheets from his legs and swung them to the side to sit on the edge. It had been a while since that moment long ago; where Valmont purposed to Nicholas. It was still a shock to him at some points, he wasn’t sure what it meant at first. But once the realization came to him he was shocked and gladly accepted it. He had loved Valmont and he had did all that, it was something special. Standing Nicholas would remove the boxers he had on, standing nude there for a moment. Walking to the window he would shut the curtain and the room would be dark again, little light shining in. A knock had been heard and he picked up a towel, wrapping it around his waist.

” Coming! ” Nicolas said, walking and opening the door. A servant had been there with a tray of food. What was this?

” Valmont had requested you be served breakfast in the morning.” She said and handed the tray walking away.

Nicholas took the tray and shut the door setting it on the table. Breakfast? He hoped he wasn’t going to be treated like some royal but know him he probably was. With a small sigh he walked into the bathroom, dropping the towel and starting the shower. The windows fogged up moments later and he stepped in, the warm water hitting his back. It had felt nice to be cleaned in the morning, slowly he’d go to washing his body. Thoughts of Valmont entered his mind and he simply giggled a bit, continuing to wash. After twenty minutes of washing and cleaning the shower would turn off and he’d step out of shower. Nicholas would pick up a towel and wrapped it around himself, standing in the mirror. He really did look like a girl like this, soaking wet hair down, the girl features and his body. His eyes went to the small marks to his neck from the other previous night. You could say his sexual relationship in life had changed drastically, he was more open and willing to go such long lengths with him. He was use to being nude in front of the man, they were husband and wife after all.

After drying his hair he’d slide a silk robe on and tied it around the waist. It was slightly big but, still fit so the shoulders of the gown would hang down revealing his shoulders. Walking out of the bathroom he’d go to sit down on the bed near the tray, taking the tray its self he’d place it on the bed. Nicholas would go to eating the food away, you could say he was hungry and that was something new, but it didn’t bother him. After another 20 minutes of eating he’d put the tray on the table and laid on the bed. He had felt good right now and the cold air hitting his bare skin made it much more better. Roughly 10 minutes later a feeling would come to his stomach, one of feeling very sick and nauseous. What was it? With his body reaction he was up off the bed in seconds and into the bathroom on the ground, his head over the toilet. Moments later he had started throwing up a bunch and red liquid came after. What was that? Once more it came up with more crimson liquid, it was blood. Why was he throwing up and blood with it?

After the situation in the bathroom he’d shut the toilet and flushed it, washing his face and walking out. A couple of times earlier he had, had similar situations but, not blood. Was he coming down with something of the flu? It was unknown to him, sitting on the bed he put a hand to his stomach. This had worried him now and he’d make sure he’d go to a doctor soon if it continued on. Laying back on the bed the robe would slide up, showing his thin legs and he shut his eyes. Valmont and the others would probably wonder why Nicholas hadn’t come down but, he didn’t care at the moment. He wanted to relax, it had been a sick morning. 

Razorbackwriter:

 

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont had been waiting for some time for Nicholas to make an appearance in his office. The Ambassador had long since finished his coffee, and Jensen had cleared away the tray leaving Valmont to his thoughts. Naturally, they were filled with nothing but Nicholas, and that look on his face when he had accepted the Ambassador’s proposal. Standing by his desk, Valmont let his fingers run along the edge of the oak, being deep in thought and feeling chuff about the whole thing. Sure, he had a lot to do that day but part of him just wanted to hole Nicholas up in his room and make love to him till the sun set once more. A light chuckle left his lips, his hand leaving the timber of the desk and falling to his side. Valmont took out his pocket watch and noted the time. A crease formed on his brow as he saw it was a lot later than he had imagined. ~Where can he be?~ he thought to himself.

It was then that Valmont decided to go and check on Nicholas. Maybe he had gone to his own office first and got caught up in talks with some of the more nosy of the staff. Talk of engagements and weddings were always enough to stop staff from doing their duties fully. Straightening his jacket, Valmont strolled out of his office and went down the hall – nodding politely at all that passed him till he rounded into Nicholas’s office only to find that he wasn’t there.

“Strange…” Valmont said aloud. The ambassador stopped a passing maid, who curtseyed at him. “Yes, Sir?”

“Have you seen Nicholas yet?” He now had a frown, as he was starting to worry about his lover. This was most unlike him. The maid shook her head. “No one has seen him since he had his breakfast tray taken in, Sir.”

‘Hmmm….alright, carry on.”

The girl bobbed and continued on her way, leaving Valmont standing there rubbing his temple. He was going to have to go and check in Nicholas’s bedroom and make sure he was alright. Arriving a few minutes later, Valmont knocked twice, before entering. it was then he could see Nicholas laying down with his robe having slid up so his legs were fully exposed. The breakfast tray had been finished, and it showed he had eaten. Was he unwell?

Walking up to the bed, Valmont sat down on the edge, and then gently caressed Nicholas’s cheek tenderly.

“Love, are you awake?” Concern written all over his face.

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Tsu:

 

 

 


By this time Nicholas had been somewhat sleeping but not fully. Hearing the knocking didn’t register to Nic’s ears as his eyes stayed shut. It had been a bit of a surprise to feel a caress of his cheek but, he knew who it was. Opening his eyes he looked up at his lover. A soft smile came to his lips as he sat up now, next to Valmont. He had been a bit asleep but, not that much. The feeling from earlier still lingered a bit in his stomach but, not as much. His hair sprawled down his shoulder and back, the robe hanging a bit as he set his hand on his lap.

” I’m wide awake, just feeling a little sick. Nothing out of the usual, so I ended up slightly falling back to sleep.” He said and slowly he fell right back onto his bed, on his back.

What was it? He just didn’t feel like moving much or getting up but, maybe that was just cause of how he felt. Maybe something was horribly wrong with his body but, what could it possibly be? Softly breathing he moved his head to look over at Valmont and simply admired him, it was nice to see him again since he hadn’t seen him since the previous night. A soft smile fell onto his lips again. 

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

Embassy of Hell

Naturally, Valmont’s thoughts turned to the worst when Nicholas had said that he was feeling a little sick. Was it from the breakfast tray that had been provided? A bad egg, or some suspect bacon? It explained a lot about why Nicholas had been missing that morning. The Ambassador reached for Nicholas’s hand and held it between his. Worried that it might be a case of food poisoning, due to Nicholas wanting to lay back down again, instead of getting up – had Valmont ready to call for the Embassy physician. Nicholas had never had a sick day in all the years that he worked at the Embassy so this was most unusual.

“Perhaps a day in bed wouldn’t hurt. i can fetch the Doctor for you, if you would like.”This was more to allay the Ambassador’s own concerns as he really wanted to know the nature of Nicholas’s illness. They had so much to talk about and plan, since Valmont was hoping to discuss about their future. Everything about a proper engagement, and of course later a grand wedding in the Embassy grounds.

Though now didn’t seem to be the right time at all. Nicholas was breathing so softly and appeared fragile if anything. It was the feminine side that Valmont was loving more and more each day. His thoughts quickly changed for a moment, as he found himself staring at Nicholas, letting his eyes wander down his supple neck.

“Do you know how hard it is to be near you…..and not be able to have my way?” There was a tease in his words, cause he knew it was the wrong thing to say with Nicholas being sick. Valmont leaned forward to steal a kiss, before getting ready to get up and fetch the Doctor.

“Can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?’ he asked.

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Tsu:

 

 

 


A doctor? That was what Nicholas was going to do himself but, he guessed Valmont could do it too. A day in bed sounded good but, he had work too. Though that feeling was coming on strong again, he was wondering if he’d have to run to the bathroom again. There was a lot to talk about and he could tell Valmont wanted to talk but, he wouldn’t since he’s sick at the moment.

Yes, you can fetch the doctor. I was going to get one later.” He had said.

Nicholas watched Valmont roam with his eyes and he couldn’t help but snicker a bit at it. Hearing his words a small shiver went through his body. Maybe Nicholas was the same but, he wouldn’t let that be known at the moment. Feeling the kiss he smiled and watched him start getting up. No, he didn’t want him to go just yet, sitting up Nicholas was quick to throw his arms around Valmont’s shoulder, pulling him back down sitting on the bed. A soft smile came to his lips as he leaned his chest on his back and leaned in to nibble at his ear.

” I know it’s hard, I sometimes do it intentionally, to see your reaction.” He said teasingly.

Nicholas hand hand been wondering down Val’s chest now, going lower and lower onto his lap. His head moved down to let his lips plant upon his neck, giving a soft kiss and suck. The hand that was trailing down now pushed into his inner thigh, against his crotch. Slightly finding his soft member and rubbing from the outside of his pants, squeezing once in a while. This would of been the moment Nicholas would of done more but, something came undone. That feeling hit him strongly and as quick as he had been grabbing Valmont, that same pace was now him letting go and crawling off the bed. Sprinting almost towards the bathroom door and it shutting behind him. Again he was once again over the toilet letting out what he had earlier. It had gone on for just a couple of minutes, after it he’d sink down to the floor and groaned a bit. What was happening to him? 

 

 

Fu:
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– The faint smell of smoke slithered into the room where Nicholas took residence in , the Housekeep had been looking for quite some time now for Valmont and having checked all of the other rooms in the area he was certain that this must’ve been the place where he was . A soft double knock on the door to allow those inside to know he was outside as well as asking for permission to enter . He awaited for a reply from within , and would not move from the spot he was in in front of the door without waiting a good 5 minutes just in case. He had to ask Valmont whether or not he wanted his routine room cleaning just like the others of the Embassy members. – 

” Anyone inside ? ”

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

Embassy of Hell

It was strange. One minute Nicholas seemed completely fine and then he was even going as far as trying to awaken the Ambassador’s lust with his subtle hand movements towards Valmont’s crotch. The idea that the young man was still sick completely left Valmont’s head, as he let out a slight moan at Nicholas’s attention. Should he really be trying to start something now, he should know that it was hard for Valmont to stop. But…just as things were getting interesting, Nicholas looked green. A shocked expression and before you knew it he was off the bed and sprinting for the bathroom. The door slammed and there was the dreadful sound of dry reaching followed by a nasty coughing sound. Nicholas was being sick…right then and there. Valmont sat up straight as a board on the bed, not knowing if he should go in and hold Nic’s hair for him. This was most unusual. There was no doubt about it now, he would have to send for the Doctor.

When Nicholas returned and crawled back into bed, Valmont had lost any urge to play the lover, instead he wanted to make sure that Nicholas was alright.

“That’s it. I’m getting the Doctor.” He wasn’t going to dilly dally or go through another ten questions to figure out just what was wrong with Nic. It was pretty clear that it was serious.

It was then that there was a faint smell of smoke, that had come from somewhere, and had Valmont sniffing, to see if there was something in the room that had caught fire. Looking around, he then heard a subtle knock on the door followed by a polite voice.

” Anyone inside ? ”

“Yes, do come in, Hiei.” Talk about good timing. Valmont went to standing, but made sure to cover Nicholas with a blanket before allowing the House manager to see him in this state.

Once the manager was in, Valmont would ask. “Hiei, Nicholas has taken ill, and we need the Doctor right away….as well as a maid to clean and sanitize the bathroom.” Looking to the manager, it would be clear as day to see the worry on the Ambassador’s face. Something was terribly wrong, but Valmont had no clue as to what it was.

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Tsu:

 

 

 


Nicholas had finished and finally gotten up, turning the sink on. Slowly he’d splash water onto his face and groaned a little. This was beyond annoying, why of all times was he doing this now. Walking out of the bathroom he’d crawl into bed and ignored everything. He heard Valmont rumbling about a Doctor, that sounded really good right now. Who was the other person that came in, Hiei? He must of been on duty, he had seen him around and socialized a bit. Crawling a bit more Nicholas laid his head into the pillow, pulling the blanket up more. His body felt sick and weak, it also felt like something was splitting, he wasn’t sure what it was. Letting out a small sigh he peaked his head out and looked over at the other two men.

” Good day Hiei.” Nicholas said faintly.

Shutting his eyes he’d wonder off, his hand sliding to his belly and rubbing it. Never once had Nicholas been sick and he was getting sick now, was this karma? No, it couldn’t be, they had done their deeds and accepted it. Things were going good but, this had to happen. Another soft sigh escaped his lips as he simply laid there, under the sheet with his eyes closed. He wasn’t sleeping but, simply resting for the time being. 

 

 

Fu:

– Hiei entered the room upon hearing the notice that people were inside ; the voice belonging to Valmont and hearing the context of the message he could infer that Nicholas was with him and when he had entered he would see for himself that they were both here with one in a bad condition . – 

” Hello and Good Day to you both . Roger that I’ll get those coming as soon as I possibly can . ” 

– Hiei whistled as loud as he could ; hoping that it attracted some of the maids to his location via audio. Upon hearing some faint steps of proper services in the distance he would now try to address the other request. He wasn’t sure if he knew precisely if he meant a regular medic or a special one in particular. He would say it in a inquisitive manner so he would know what was meant by it and hopefully he’d know . He’d take a puff and straightened his tie before doing so.- 

” The Doctor was it ? ”

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

Embassy of Hell

It was good to see that Hiei was so prompt to rise to the challenge and arrange for someone to come and deal with the mess in the bathroom quickly. If it was one thing he could count on, it was Hiei’s house management skills. The loud whistle resonated throughout the room and sure enough you could hear that the sound of light footsteps coming towards Nicholas’s room was the maid. That was one thing out of the way, but what was important now was that Nicholas was seen too. The nature of his illness was still unclear. Valmont suspected possible food poisoning, but oddly enough they had both eaten the same thing, and as of yet no one else in the Embassy was feeling poorly – at least it had not been reported.

With Hiei now asking about which Doctor to call for, Valmont pulled out a card from his coat pocket and handed it to Hiei. It was the business card for Hell’s Kitchen. One of hell’s best physicians worked there and was well known for his dedication to his patients as well as his good bedside manner. He was probably one of the most trusted men in hell, considering he was actually human.

“Go and fetch Doctor Schwartz from his office at Hell’s Kitchen. I want the uppermost discretion for Nicholas, and of course the very best medical care.”

Valmont’s mind was made up, and now he turned back to his lover and fiance’ who was now looking very pale indeed. The repeated vomiting was taking it out of him, that was clear.

“I’ll cancel all my appointments today, Nicholas, and stay by your side.”

The Ambassador pulled up a chair near the bed and reached for Nicholas’s hand, stroking it gently.

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Camp Haven.

This is a new series that is co-written with seven other writers.  Most of the posts are written in first person, which is a little new to me.

Intro:

S.S

Welcome, one and all to Camp Haven!

Have you ever felt…different? Cast out from your peers because you could do things that they couldn’t? Have you ever been able to bend something to your will, be it water, air, fire, earth, or something more? Well don’t worry, this is the place for you! We have a fully equipped camp for everyone. We have a training ground, where our highly trained staff, who are just like you, will teach you how to control and master your gift! We have cabins for every type of bending, and they are very comfortable! We have a wonderful dining hall, with meals that enhance your mastery of your gift, as well as a fully stocked medical facility for whenever you have an accident. We also have special events every week, but you will have to come and see what they are for yourself! We can’t give everything away here can we? Worried that your parents wont let you come? Don’t worry! We are open 24/7, so your family can come and visit whenever they want!

So, if you have a gift, and you want to meet other people just like you, and make lasting friendships, then come to Camp Haven, where everyone is safe!

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*RIIIIING* I lashed out with my fist and sent the alarm clock sailing across the room. I knew exactly what time it was by the sun just coming over the horizon. 6:30am. It was time to get the camp ready for the new arrivals. I stretched as I walked into the shower. As the hot water cascaded around me, I checked my skin for signs of hemorrhaging. Being a Haemokinetic, or Blood Bender as we are referred to as, I had to constantly check my body for internal “leakage”. I got out of the shower, and looked over at the shattered alarm clock. I reached out with my mind, and began to reassemble it. I was a Ferrokinetic as well, meaning I could control metal, but I rarely used it. I picked up the assembled clock and put it back on the nightstand. As I headed for the door, I grabbed my black counselor uniform, which consisted of track pants, a spandex undershirt and a hooded sweatshirt, off the counter in the kitchen and pulled it on. None of the other counselors were awake yet, which gave me some time to head to the training ground and meditate. “Here’s to another year, Tim, make the best of it,” I muttered as I walked across the cool grass toward the grounds. “Let’s just hope the kids have more common sense this time.

 

S.S

It was around 7:00am when I finally reached the training grounds near the entrance to the camp. I took a deep breath in and looked around. I could see that the medical pavilion and dining hall staff were preparing for the arrival of the campers near the north side of the grounds. The medical pavilion’s white-washed walls were a stark contrast to the rising red sun, and the dining hall was nearly invisible due to the dark blue paint job. I looked back at the cabins on the west end of the grounds. The counselor cabin, being the only two story building in that area, dwarfed the other cabins by comparison, but they look almost alike. “They almost look like Lincoln log cabins” I muttered. I turned back towards the entrance to the camp, on the south end of the compound. I sat down in the sand and gravel fighting pit, and waited to hear the sounds of cars pulling into the lots.

 

Yan:

“I wonder if there’s more here?” I muttered to myself as I took inventory of the medical supplies. My hands ran along the boxes of saline, sterile gauze, bandages and dressings of various sorts, and I frowned at them in thought. “We’ll go through most of this in a single busy week, I’d wager.” I reached back and ran my fingers through my hair nervously, my eyes darting up to see the time. 7:00 am. They’ll be here soon.

I found the hair tie nestled against my wrist and used it to fashion a disorderly bun at the nape of my neck – disorderly enough to match my thoughts. I began to add some last-minute necessities to the cabinets and hummed quietly as I did so. The light, wooden cabinets added a more homey touch to the otherwise white interior of the building. I took a deep breath, and even from within the pavilion there was a faint hint of cedar lurking in the air. My favorite. Well. My thoughts corrected. Only second to coffee. The sun shone through the windows valiantly, somehow livening up the quiet space. Actually – I thought to myself, after a few moments of calm – I bet there’s more supplies on the backup cart. I glanced toward the large closet space near the back of the medical pavilion that I’d yet to venture into. It’s worth a look.

My arms could barely reach around the stack of boxes containing excess supplies after I’d stacked them, but I somehow managed to get the boxes and myself to the back room – what I could only assume was the supply room – in one piece. I clumsily opened the door, nearly dropping a box of 0.9% Normal Saline bags in the process. I set the boxes down just inside the door and felt around for a light switch for a few moments before they gratuitously turned on. They were the kind that sensed movement. Well, that’s handy. I thought, walking into the room in search of more sterile gauze.

 

Max:

Waking up at 6:40 am. I rolled out of my bed yawning and scratching my eyes. I checked my skin for any burns which was a daily routine for a Sergekinetic, or the ability to make and control acid. After taking a shower, I brush my hair and then brush my teeth. Putting on my Counselor uniform I run out making sure all the cabins were clean and organized. Going to the kitchen I make myself a cup of coffee and sigh “Well hopefully this is a good year” toasting to myself as I slowly sip my coffee.

Going to the training grounds to check on some small minor things, I stumble upon my superior Tim”Good morning Tim” Briefly talking to him I get my clipboard of the names of the campers and stand at the entrance waiting as the campers came in.

 

Yan:

“Shit!” I exclaimed as I tripped over something while exiting the supply closet. Twelve small packages of sterile gauze flew everywhere, like some odd confetti. I reached out with my hand and caught the door jam, turning on my back so that it could take most of the blow. After the air had been knocked from me as I connected with the ground, I looked to my palm. I’d scraped it on something – probably the door jam, somehow and it began to burn as soon as I looked at it. I propped myself up on my other hand, looking to find the offending object that had tripped me – the boxes I’d left by the door. I frowned at them, as though they had done something wrong and quickly stood up to nudge them further inside the supply closet with my foot, closed the door, and gathered my confetti gauze.

After placing the packages in the cabinets, I glanced at my skinned palm again. It wasn’t really bleeding, but I grabbed an alcohol swab to place against it anyway. It was true that nursing school was largely responsible for making me almost germaphobic. I sucked in a breath at the sting of alcohol and patted the scrape dry with a piece of gauze, before placing my other hand over it. Better get some practice. I thought to myself, my palms pressed together in a sideways-praying sort of way. With the ability of vitakinesis I can induce healing – speed it up, even, within reason. Pain control was another bonus. It helped to focus on nothing but the injury, and making it yours to control. Inhaling slowly, I imagined the edges of the scrape turning inward, and coming closer together. While exhaling, I imagined the pain leaving as my breath did. It was like meditating, almost. After a few moments of this, the burning had turned into little but a dull ebb, and I stopped to examine my handiwork. The scrape had subsided into a small area of light discoloration, which went away after a day or so if the injury wasn’t deep enough to scar.

I sighed and closed the cabinets that I’d left open. “I need some coffee.” I turned down the hallway toward one of the smaller pavilion entrances and stepped out into the crisp air, headed toward the dining hall. Turning my head, I saw two male figures in the distance and waved. They looked to be counsellors, and I wasn’t sure if they were among the ones I’d already met or not. I wasn’t even sure if they’d seen me, and hopefully they hadn’t been near a window to see the tumble I’d taken. Glad none of the kids were here to see that. I thought as I continued toward the dining hall.

 

S.S:

 

I nodded to Jerome, and looked back at the entrance. The campers were slowly beginning to file in. I recognized a few of them, as they had been with us for years, but most of the faces I was were unfamiliar to me. I saw a boy about the age of 16 hug his mother good-bye and grab his suitcase. I glanced to my left and saw a girl no more than 10 crying as she said good-bye to her parents. I smiled. “Jerome, check off the names of the campers who arrived. I’ll gather them around the fighting pit. It’s time for orientation.”

 

Max:

 

Nodding I go to the entrance of the camp and and set up a table and pulling out a chair I take out my clipboard and check off the names of campers who had already came.” Let me see… Ah yes the new campers” Looking at the group of newcomers. “So we got Thomas, Lilly, Ashton, and Bray” checking off the names. I direct all the campers to Tim”Showtime buddy” Patting him as I walk back to the entrance to make sure if any latecomers come.

 

Yan:

 

Eris walked out of the dining hall, a fresh cup of coffee in hand – which somehow made this already fantastic morning a little bit sweeter. She smiled at the campers walking in as they started getting their bearings, said their farewells to their families, and began their introductions with one another. She didn’t want to go back into the pavilion just yet with all of these new faces around, and so she followed the crowd of campers to where Tim was gathering them, taking generous sips of hazelnut coffee on the way.

She walked alongside the group of new campers. “Hi there.” She said with a gentle wave. “I’m Eris. I’m the registered nurse over at the pavilion.” She made a vague gesture with her hand toward the direction of the large white building. “I’ll be coming with you guys to the orientation, but if you ever get injured, or don’t feel well, come to the pavilion and see me. I’ll get you fixed right up.”

 

S.S:

 

When all the campers were finally gathered around the fighting pit, I stepped in the middle and addressed the newcomers.
“Welcome to Camp Haven. I am head counselor Richards. This” I pointed to my right “is Jerome. He is one of the other counselors at this camp. If you need any help while here, or just want to come and talk, our door is always open. Eris already introduced herself. If you need medical treatment, she is the best around.” I walked around the circle of campers. “However, do not take our charity for idleness. This is not a resort. You are here to learn about your gifts and master them. If you hurt each other on purpose, you will be sent to the penance hall.” I pointed to the second floor of the medical pavilion. “You will stay there until you have learned your lesson.” I went back to the center of the pit. “Now, I give this offer to all newcomers who arrive here. Who wants to show me what they can do?” I step back further into the pit. “If you can hit me, just once, I will kneel and call you master of your gift.”

 

Yan;

 

I listened to Tim as he spoke. “Eris.” I said quietly in a low voice, as he mispronounced my name. It wasn’t a common name, so it was understandable enough. One of my professors in college had always pronounced it ‘Eeris’, with a long E sound – so if I had to choose between mispronunciations it would be Eric, any day of the week.

l took my hair from it’s confined bun and let the wind do with it what it wished, and then looked around the circle to see if there were any campers willing to take Tim’s offer. I could imagine that in a group with such varied ages, there were at least a few who were brave enough to put themselves in such a position.

 

C.S:

 

I woke up as soon as the sun streamed across my face in lines reflected across the shades on the window. Rolling over I glanced at the alarm clock I frequently relied on to wake me up. The clock read “7:45” and my face contorted in surprise as I realized the ramifications of what this meant. “Oh crap, Tim is going to have my head when he realizes how late I am! My stupid clock didn’t wake me up on time.” Throwing the covers back in lightning speed, I quickly dressed myself, brushed my teeth, raced down the stairs and grabbed something from the refrigerator to quickly eat on the way over to the fighting pit.

 

Yan:

I noticed as a man with black hair strode over to the group and bit my lip, wondering if the boss man was going to call him out, and feeling sorry for the latecomer in advance if he was called out. I afforded him a friendly smile and wave. We’ve all had those days in our lives where we’ve run unfortunately if not fashionably late.

 

Razor:

 

Long before the rest of the staff had even gotten out of their beds, I had decided to get in a five mile run by taking to the forest trails that were part of the Camp grounds fitness trail. Today was going to be a long day. I knew that Eris had the task of checking the medical supplies first up, and knowing her as I did, she would have it done in record time. If she managed to have a coffee. Girl could be like a bear with a sore head without it. It was one of the quirks that I liked about her. Oh yeah, the kids thought she was great and had a wonderful bedside manner, but he knew that behind the sweet facade there could be a real tiger.

Jogging down the dirt trail, wearing my sweats and jogging shoes – I turned in for my dorm and took two steps at a time, before stopping to check my heart rate. I’d raised it enough to have worked up some sweat, and I lifted my arm to take a whiff.

~Pwoahhh~ I thought to myself. Yeah, I stank. A good shower and then I’d be able to join Eris at the Training ground. It was always a good idea to familiarize yourself with the latest group of campers, and also check in with Tim.

Tearing off my shirt, I hopped across the lino covered floor as I took off my pants, and then whipped off my briefs, before I got in under the shower. The jets of water were a welcome relief, and after washing my hair and body thoroughly, I stepped out of the glass cubicle, releasing a cloud of steam into the bathroom. As always I fogged up the mirror, and with a large wipe of my hand, I was staring at my dripping features. A good rub with the towel and I was able to dry myself down, shaking my head as water droplets cascaded all around me and onto the floor. The cleaning staff loved me. I gave them something to do.

Sliding open the door to my closet, I had a row of cotton shirts, all in light shades. Nothing flash really. I wouldn’t be what you regarded as a sensitive new age guy. I dressed for practicality, never fashion. Dressing in a white shirt, with jeans and of course my old faithful pair of boots – I slipped on my brown leather jacket and was now ready to face the day, and Eris.

It was a short walk down towards where Tim had a group of new campers at the ready, and it was pretty easy to spot Eris in amongst this lot. Having just released her hair from her trademark loose bun, it was actually nice to see her with her hair down. Sauntering up beside her with my hands buried deep in my pockets and I noticed that she was holding a cup of coffee. One that she must have been enjoying.

“Hazelnut? Where’s mine?” I joked with a slightly raised brow, before I turned my attention towards Tim and the campers. “Are we going to have enough bandages for this lot?”

I could have well answered that question myself of course, but there was nothing like making light of the first day back at work.

 

 

It’s time – PD

In the final part of the introduction of Reficul, we begin to understand the reasons behind his summons of the former Princess of Greed and Ambition.

 

The World inside Scar’s Hat 

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It’s time

Lydia had ever right to be suspicious. After all, she had been summoned from the plane of death to now stand before what could only be a necromancer….or a very powerful warlock. Being killed by a witch had left Lydia with a hatred for their kind, but Ref’s words only made her curious, when he said they had interests in the same girl. Raising her hands, as though to try and use her powers against this man…in the hat, she was shocked to find that she had no power to speak of. Lydia kept trying to blast the man, but all she ended up doing was looking stupid. Ref chuckled at Lydia’s predicament.

“Dear, try as you might you have no real power in this place. When you…died all your powers went to Mariela. You…are simply a demonic shadow of your former self.” The tone of Ref’s voice showed little to no emotion, as though he had this valve that turned off all his human qualities. In a way, it helped to keep those that Ref dealt with from seeing just what kind of a man he was. What his…motivation would be.

Lydia slowly lowered her hands – panting heavily. Odd, she felt real. Not like a shadow at all. Her eyes darted about the blackened ruins, then down at the symbol that had been drawn on the floor. The two dead officers….and of course the items that were placed at each corner of the pentagram. Dark art magic. The right hand corner of the edge of her mouth twitched, as though she was about to go off in a terrible tirade of venomous words and curses. The former Princess of Greed and ambition felt powerless and weak in this state – but her hatred and her resolve were just as strong as ever. Ref picked up on it instantly. There were so many questions that this demon had, and yet she appeared lost for words – for once. Ref truly had her over a barrel.

Ha…I am so surprised that you still let your emotions get the better of you. Perhaps that is why…you fell so easily to the sin of Greed. Has…death taught you nothing at all?” The smarmy way that Ref spoke finally made a clean shot. Lydia being now an easy target. He questioned her ability to rise above the sin. Her eyes followed him as he smacked his lips together and then uttered. “Perhaps I would have been better served bringing back Mammon….Hmm?”

“Mammon died a fool’s death!” There it was….the anger, and oh how beautiful it was. “He was easy to manipulate. I simply used his hatred of women to make him fall for the biggest trap of all. That…and his Greed!” Lydia practically snarled these words. Spittle forming on the edge of her lips. At this, Ref stepped into the symbol of the Pentagram and stared Lydia down.

“Now I am beginning to see the woman behind the demon. Yes…you were exactly the one I wanted. Though you lack a little fire power now, I have a….friend that can help with that.” One of the important things to note about Ref was his ability to form contacts in the unlikeliest of places. Forming alliances with the unlikely. The things he did…would both shock and amaze his enemies. Enemies that either were of his choosing, or…were handed down, like that of his long standing hatred of the Ramoskas.

Lydia didn’t trust this man at all. In fact, her trust levels overall had taken a battering. All she knew was, that unless she followed this man to…wherever it was he spoke of she was unable to do anything. Swallowing, as her temper cooled a little, Lydia asked. “How do you know so much about me….to even bring me back?’ This was probably the first honest question Lydia had ever asked. She was starting to feel that maybe he did need her, though why that was, was a mystery.

It was then that Ref pulled out an artifact, that was in fact a pocket watch. A very special one. He flipped open the catch and it revealed a worn face, where it was actually hard to see the numbers or the watch face underneath. It was unusual, and really didn’t look all that important. Not to Lydia anyways.

“It was time…” Three simple words. The power of these words however, would be lost on Lydia, who stared back at him blankly. “Time?”

Again, Ref chuckled for a moment, before reaching for Lydia’s hand. “Time my dear, is a curse to some and a gift to others. The question is, who controls it? Right now the sands are shifting quickly and this has allowed for a chance for the likes of you to return….as well as unleashing the mother of all destruction. Not just in this reality, but in others….including Hell.” As it stood, no one was truly safe. Like the incoming tide, Ref wanted to ride in on this tsunami of destruction….and he wasn’t the only one.

Taking out the chalk, he walked to the nearest wall, and started to draw a simple door. It was almost child like in its design, but that was the beauty of it. In the center he drew a replica of the watch he held in his hand. As he finished the last of the detail, he then placed the ancient watch up to the door. The whole wall began to shake, and rattle, as if the house itself was about to fall down about their ears. A greenish hue appeared like a neon light around the edges of the chalk marking, followed by a green mist that engulfed the room.

“We have an appointment at the Reality gate, dear. Time to go meet my little green faced beauty.”

The door burst open as though powered by an incredible force, and with a simple tip of his hat, Ref led Lydia…who didn’t look at all pleased, into the Reality gate.

~RB~

Down the Rabbit hole – The Greed Kingdom : PD.

In the Princess diaries series, we go back to Greed.  The Homecoming was the last chapter, and now the world of imagination and wonder has entered the Kingdom of Greed with disastrous consequences for Mariela and her kin.

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Oh what strange things were occurring. The Jabberwocky had not been the only creature to arrive via the mirror. The red and black army was well before the beast but before that, there had been a rolling mist that had seeped and crept its way through the ballroom, and up the stairs. With all the excitement of the arrival of the lighting girl, and the battle that had begun, there was the setting for a wonderful distraction, that had very serious implications. Lavinia had asked if anything strange had been happening at Greed. Little did the new Princess know, that this was only the beginning. Words echoed by Esme, the apprentice to Lavinia and probably the only witch that Mariela could really count on. Pity that Mariela left before getting to speak with Esme further, it may well have served her to have done so.

So many things were happening at once, it was hard to keep track, but if we were to go to Mariela and her ever faithful Scar she had begun to issue orders. First, to a guard. Telling him to throw a shield for the lightning girl to catch and be used as defense against the Jabberwocky, who was now getting seriously pissed off with the little warrior.

“Scar. Go get Alice. Bring her with Tessa and my brothers and make sure they are out of harm’s way. Stay with them and do not enter the ballroom.”

As much as Scar wanted to do her bidding, he couldn’t help but feeling that he should stay by her side. He could just feel that this was not going to end well, and while he wasn’t a great warrior like Miss Zippity Zap with the spear, that he would give his all if he was called to do so. Instead he could only nod in response that he understood what he had to do. Taking a last look at the scene, he ran out of the ballroom, where he was to see Alice talking to a floating cheshire cat’s head…..Yes…a floating head. Scar blinked at the sight, and when he reached Alice’s side, she quickly grabbed his hand.

“The cat knows a place where it is safe for Mariela’s family.”

“That cat? Oh come on!” Scar didn’t trust the beaming feline with his life, let alone that of Mariela’s family. The cat twirled its head around till it was upside down. It didn’t belong in Greed at all, it belonged in Wonderland. “What is that cat doing here anyways?”

“Oh…Hatter, I knew the Jabberwocky was coming for Miss Alice and I came to rescue her. But…I can save you all too. Just follow me.” It said with a cheeky voice. But then, another voice was heard.

“Don’t listen to him! It’s a trap! Follow me, Hatter, Alice….People.” The white rabbit in the waist coat and holding a time piece in his hand looked up at them pleading.

“Time is all over the place. We must hurry. Come…come.” In a trice, the rabbit took off down the hall, hopping this way and that before reaching a door, that suddenly burst open. “In here….this way!” The rabbit bounded inside, and Alice pulled on Scar’s hand. “Then we follow the rabbit.” She blew a raspberry at the cat, who just popped out from sight leaving behind a trail of sparkling dust and a titter of laughter.

As Alice pulled Scar along, he grabbed Tessa’s hand, and urged the boys to link together, to keep them altogether. Once they reached the doorway, Alice was first to go through….then Scar….as each was pulled in, a violent force sucked the three remaining into the room…..and then the door slammed shut!

At that precise moment, the mirror that was in the ballroom, exploded…..sending shattering pieces of glass in all directions. This meant one horrible thing. The Jabberwocky could not be sent back….and others were now lost…..to Wonderland.

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Who was….the White Rabbit?

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(TC – Wonderland : Alice, Scar, Tessa, Sam and Sean)

Down in the armory, Suda was busy working on crafting a new type of battle axe, when he heard the scream of Mariela, singing out for the sword that Mammon last wielded in battle. When she appeared, you could see that she was very much in need of it, for with the roars that were now filtering down from the ballroom, Suda knew that it was time for the Princess of Greed to be prepared for her first real test.

 

The blackened faced dwarf took up a cloth to wipe his hands, and bowed before the Princess, who looked to be in a real hurry. “Nice of you to finally pop down and introduce yourself, your Highness.” this was said with a deep and raspy voice, as he then went to wiggle a finger in his ear, before smacking his lips and musing about where he kept the sword.“Ah yes….Lydia wanted it polished. I have it here.” Turning around he went to a display case and undid the lock, before lifting the glass top. He brought out the most magnificent looking sword you had ever seen. ‘Isn’t she a beaut? Crafted by the dark elves…and carries many souls of those that died in battle. Be careful with it though. It’s call is painful….especially to your enemy.” Suda presented the sword to the Princess with a flourished bow, before standing upright again. “Won’t you be needing armor?” he asked. “A helmet? Maybe a shield?” He had many to chose from, some were even her size. “I took precautions of making you something, just for this sort of occasion.” Walking over to what looked to be something Mariela’s height, Suda whipped off the red velvet cloth to reveal a highly polished silver looking suit, complete with helmet, and gauntlets…boots too.

“Isn’t it splendid?” All she needed to do was try it on.

Up in the ballroom, the Jabberwocky was taking in a deep breath before releasing another blast of the purplish coloured energy at the young warrior. The girl had started to use some funky new power, associated with her viking heritage, or at least that was how it looked. Rising up again to slam the Jabberwocky’s head down to the floor with a sickening crunch, but as she went to flip away, the beast reared and spun 90 degrees, its tail swinging out with full force to knock the electric sprite right off her feet, right as she was shouting at him with all the ferocity of Valhalla. Spinning back the opposite way, it cracked it’s jaw, before it started a tirade of abuse.

“I’m going to make you cook and eat your own BUTTOCKS!” This was of course followed by yet another fiery purple blast, enough to singe her fringe.

~RB~

Kiri:

Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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Thank God for the help of the Princess and her guards, with one of them throwing a shield at her she reached up and caught it, just in time to fit her arms in the straps as she did so and spin around; catching the full force of the tail as she landed and roared out at him. She was thrown a good several feet, but her intention to piss off the beast definitely worked wonders considering his response. She barely pushed herself up on one knee long enough to take the fiery blast of purple energy on the shield, letting it raze about around her as she growled under her breath. She waited till the exact moment before it stopped, then she dropped the damn shield and stood up in full, giving a cocky little smirk as she raised up one hand and brilliant lightning coursed around her.

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“Oh forget killing you, I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

That was her response to his little tirade, now it was her turn to return the favor in full; switching to her spear, she picked up the shield again and wreathed her body in lightning once more as she charged forwards with a crack of thunder.

“Thundering Dash!”

Within a second she was inches from the beast’s nose, but she didn’t stay there, flashing around him she wreathed the spear itself in a large amount of lightning as she thrust at blinding speeds that were nearly impossible to follow. These would have felt like wasp stings to the beast, but of course they weren’t intended to kill, their real effect would be realized to the Jabberwocky when he was unable to move properly. In fact, once the barrage had ended, the amount of electrical energy that would have been in his body would have made his muscles convulse and seize up to the point he wouldn’t be able to even so much as shift a talon. With her standing in front of him with a slightly… unnerving smile as she decided to speak slowly but surely. Her actions during that moment were creepy too, if you had known anything about the curse at all, you might have thought that those were just her suppressed emotions coming to the fore; in a way those people were right, everyone had an inner sadist, without control of the power that mentality leaked through on occasion… this was one of those times as she dropped her shield and called on her sword instead. Lifting it slightly as she spoke with some very chilling actions that would probably make the guards shiver with chills going down their spines.

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“Well then, time to play.~ How should I break you first?~”

Dessy:
Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Mariela seriously hoped that her brothers and Tessa made it out fine. As well as Alice and Scar. She had no clue that they went into the mirror, or that they were in Wonderland. All she told them was to get to safety. Where they went? She had no clue. But right now, she was in a desperate need to find this sword, and end the Jabberwocky. Hearing Suda talk, Mariela turned her head. “Yeah, yeah. I should’ve introduced myself sooner. But I haven’t had a ten second break since I killed Lydia. Apologies.” she said, looking around again.

Mariela turned to face him and walked over to where he went to a display case. She watched him pull out the sword, before he turned to face her, holding the sword out and giving a bow. Mariela reached out to grab the handle, holding it in her hand and turning it. “Hm.” she said in thought, running her figners over the blade. She turned to face him when he mentioend armor.

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“Armor?” she then asked, before following him where a plate of armor was standing. “That might be useful.” she said. She turned and placed the sword on a nearby table, as well as the stone tablet, before turning back to the dwarf and armor. “Hand it over. I wanna try it on.” she then said. Did this armor have special properties? She didn’t know. But she knew the armor would actually be a bit of a good thing right now. Especially with the Jabberwocky.

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

If it was one thing to be noted about the blacksmith dwarf, it was the pride he took in his creations. Not just able to bend certain metals beyond their normal capabilities and resistance, he was also charmed to generate powers within the metals, or to enforce the wearer’s power therein. Mariela was in a hurry, sure – but she was new to all this side of being a royal and a warrior of heart. She had proved her worth against the likes of Lydia, but done so without the need for special protection. The time had come however for her to step up to the plate and be equipped properly for what dangers lay ahead, namely a rather angry Jabberwocky that was now destroying the newly refurbished ballroom.

“Armor?”

“Aye…armor, the likes that be fitting for a woman of your stature.” It was not like Suda had to do whole sales pitch. Everything he made was for either the reigning monarch or the army which served under them. Loyal to Greed till the end.

“That might be useful.”

Hearing the din coming from above, with the odd tremor and some grit and dust falling from the ceiling due to the fight currently going on, the dwarf rolled his eyes.

“Might? Bloody will, I say.” Suda confirmed, showing the suit to the girl, while she set down the tablet and the sword that she had already been given.

“This suit….is enchanted, M’lady. Think of it as a power booster for your magics. Say…like you inherited Lydia’s fire power, yes? Well, this suit here….this is like an amplifier…the bass to your killer beat.” Suda was emphasizing this with his hands. “When the helmet is fitted on your head, it locks on and engages a protective aura right around you. it lessens the affect of say…a fire attack, and you can still cast your own spells and magic from within. I know witches don’t normally get about like a Knight…but then again, you aren’t no ordinary witch, are ya?” Suda handed over the suit for her to try on, even though time was of the essence.

“Think of this…as an enchanted exoskeleton.” Smiling he offered her the gauntlets. “Heh, any beast will soil himself and turn tail when he gets a load of you, M’lady.”

While the metal appeared to be lightweight, it was incredible strong and flexible, allowing freedom of movement. You could say that this was well ahead of its time. A glorious tribute to the new Princess of Greed.

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Suda folded his arms and waited for the Princess to try the armor on. No doubt she was going to look spectacular.

Meanwhile….in the ballroom.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

Oh that tricky little lightning bitch. She was a girl that was wickedly fast, insanely so. Able to speed her way around the Jabberwocky before he could even turn his head and shower her with more blasts of the same purplish energy. He did however roar loudly in protest when the spear struck him again and again, each time like it was a very sharp electric cattle prod. He was no cow! Dare she treat him with such disrespect. At the end of it, yes he was finding his muscles were seizing and locking, convulsing in pain – oh but this pain fueled the inner fires that burned in a place that she found herself staring into. What gaul to assume that the Jabberwocky relied on size and of course his energy blasts. There was more to this creature than met the eye. A flash and he watched the girl who now proclaimed;

“Well then, time to play.~ How should I break you first?~”

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“After I roast you like a marshmallow, it’ll be me breaking you!” From his eyes there was the glowing fire like embers that burned hotter than the sun. In a trice he fired what was known as a Heat eye beam blast. It was enough to not only char his victims but burn off their skin. The Jabberwocky was a master of this power, and while he was confined in the binding of electrical energy, his eyes were not part of that. The trick to the beam was also that it was able to bend and warp and follow the direction of movement of his target -ie…the cheeky lightning bitch.

~RB~

 

RPC : Marika Cimentarius – PD.

Character bios.

 

Name: Marika Cimentarius
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Quote; “I’m going to make you suffer…..”
Race: Elder Witch/Warlock
Status; Former Supreme Elder of Dyre
Gender: Female
Age: 923 years

Physical Attributes: A dark haired beauty with raven coloured shoulder length locks, approximately 5’5’ in height and with a olive complexion. Deep brown eyes with a golden fleck that can change at her will. Marika is svelte, with a good muscle tone, yet is quite feminine. Though she may be deemed short in stature, she makes up for it with the strength of her character. An angel like face, she is innocent in appearance, but that is of course deceiving. Her hands are delicate, with slender digits and well manicure nails.
Personality: Well one word does come to mind – Bitch. A complete and utter bitch that does not tolerate stupidity, nor those of good intent. She has no compassion what so ever and is known to kill at a whim, without thought for what this may do to others. Self serving, manipulative, dangerous, diabolical.
Preferred fashion: Dresses to a period that suits the Victorian era, as she saw it as a perfect ideal and also a time in her life when she had a great romance. Thus she keeps to that style to try and remember the days that she was loved.
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Residence: Castrals Spire – The East of Dyre, otherwise known as the Dark Lands. A place where death rules and the darkest of magic can be found.

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An introduction: Marika’s rise to power in Dyre was like that of a meteorite having married the powerful Warlock, Dominic Cimentarius. With her natural dark talents and ruling her part of the Eastern state of Dyre, you would think she had it all. Becoming the Supreme Elder well ahead of time, though she was not entirely supported by the likes of Loretta, nor Marguriette Black. But it turns out that in her own affairs, trouble was brewing at home. Dominic was not entirely faithful, having also bewitched Lavinia Ramoska. The battle for Dominic’s heart was to prove to lead to Marika’s undoing, after her attempt to murder Lavinia actually took the life of her beloved husband. Poisoned; a simple and yet cruel death. An acid that she had slipped into a drink but he picked up the chalice. This would lead to Lavinia’s own heart turning black, her rage then led her to destroy her one and only ally at the time….her sister, and Esme’s mother Desmendona. She had somehow siphoned Marika’s powers from the dark lands and had trapped her within a tomb beneath her own castle retreat – Castrals Spire. Riddled by grief and her need to never feel pain like this in her heart again, she put the dark side of herself to sleep. Her control of the dark lands, shifting back to where it belonged. Leaving all to believe that she had killed Marika, she assumed the role of Supreme Elder. This of course, was not true, though generations of Cimentarius believed it to be so. Now you may wonder, just how Marika broke free from hundreds of years of captivity. The very same event that had broken Lavinia’s own self imposed curse to keep the dark at bay. The time piece. The deal struck in the Lab at Hell’s Kitchen had ramifications that stretched both across Hell and Dyre itself. The affects were being felt by all the Princes, the Princesses and of course the Witches of Dyre. It was little surprise that with this great surge of magic, that crossed every boundary – there were to be further shocks and surprises awaiting both sides of the warring warlock and witch clans.
Freed from her tomb, Marika emerged to find that her world had changed. The Spire that had once teemed with the voices of her kin and followers had fallen silent. The released Elder needed to find a warlock to assist her in the preparation to take her powers back….and this would require the Son of a Black. Her own son, Giovanni….was nowhere to be found. At least…not in Dyre…

Hates or Dislikes: Blondes, Ramoskas, Princesses, Lavinia, Royalty, Authority, Wimps, Demons, Disloyalty, the other Elders.

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Powers:
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Pyrokinesis : The ability to create, control and manipulate fire

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Marika can utilize the Dark Art: a form of magic typically used for selfish, self-serving and/or nefarious purposes. Though it is not necessarily “evil” magic per se, dark arts tend to focus toward destruction, harming, cursing and otherwise complicating the lives of other people while advancing the user’s own state. Users often reject social convention and the status quo, which some suggest is in a search for spiritual freedom. As a part of this, they embrace magical techniques and practices that would traditionally be viewed as taboo and are generally willing to go farther than most would even consider if it serves their ends.

 Blood Manipulation
 Blood Magic
 Curse Manipulation
 Death-Force Manipulation
 Destruction
 Disintegration
 Elemental Manipulation
 Energy Manipulation
 Extrasensory Perception
 Flight
 Life Creation
 Amalgamation
 Mutation Inducement
 Malleable Anatomy
 Motor-Skill Manipulation
 Necromancy
 Death Empowerment
 Death Inducement
 Death Sense
 Ectoplasm Manipulation
 Immortality
 Life-Force Absorption
 Pain Inducement
 Pain Suppression
 Reanimation
 Soul Manipulation
 Soul Absorption
 Spirit Physiology
 Possession
 Summoning/Banishment

Weakness: Been shown to feel apathy or any type of affection, can bring down her walls, though it’s a big ask. Marika needs to limit herself, or it gets out of hand. Emotions cause her to make errors, and those misjudgments are the very things that cost her everything. Dark art forces are truly addictive, as Lavinia was to find out in the past (which is why she put the dark side of herself to sleep.) The secret to Marika’s greatest weakness is the one thing everyone seems to be seeking….a heart.
Talisman: An ivory cameo pendant.