Sir Gavain Le Noir academy (Private Roleplay)

I say "RAWR" you say...

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[Ridley Reith Tagaryen]

Elite Legion Of Anointed Soldiers

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Lazarus_Rothschild
Ciarran Louvel

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[Ridley Reith Tagaryen]

Lazarus had been working for E.L.O.A.S for a number of years already, perhaps five or six. He could not really tell anymore, work in E.L.O.A.S was so time consuming that he didn't get much of a chance to think back on the past the way he was doing now. It did not help that E.L.O.A.S was raised beneath the prestigious Sir Gavain Le Noir academy where Lazarus was a Professor teaching Chemistry.

Now he could just relax as he looked at his side to gaze at his blond haired companion, Ciar Louvel. Ciar had been Lazarus's roommate for three years and although Laz had not been fond of him at first, the more Lazarus had gotten to know him, the more and more he felt obligated to see that the boy was always well. With Ciar, Lazarus learned how to trust and to just let loose and allow himself to have fun.

"You better come back in one piece." Lazarus told him with the promise of a warning in his voice. Ciar must’ve known by now that Lazarus would have thrown a fit if Ciar came back with so much as a scratch. Lazarus just fit his hand into his pocket calmly. Today, for the first time in five years he finally decided to take a day off. It was unfortunate however, that Ciar had to be off to collect the new recruit. Hawkeye, that was what the new recruit was called by many of the other division. Hawkeye was something of a tiny, black haired boy who had made a name for himself over the past few years for being serious with his missions and for having overcome challenge after challenge, flawlessly claiming victory each time. A famed name who’d been sent to them in division B to help out with on-going work after it was declared that Division B lacked soldiers. Lazarus was hesitant as he stared at Ciar, “Should I come? I can postpone my day off, it won’t be a problem.”

[Alazne Chraizhel]

Ciar shook his head, his hand behind his head. “Nah, the boy sounds interesting.” Ciar grinned at Lazarus. He was actually excited about this, as he let out a yawn. “I’ll inform you about this new recruit later, and don’t forget to get me some cheesecake on your day off.” Ciar grinned at Lazarus, before grabbing his helmet to go to the other time. He likes meeting new recruits.

Ciar had to whistle well, this was a little creepy. This was the first time he had come here to pick a recruit. He ruffled his hair as he entered the warehouse. “Anybody here?!” He called.

[Ridley Reith Tagaryen]

Lazarus watched as Ciar left before he picked up his keys on the table to head out. He was not sure what he should do on his day off. It's been so long but today, from all the stress of paperwork, he finally decided that it was time he should take his day off. He collected some of his papers that he planned to work on. He was planning on spending a day out at the cafe to eat have coffee, possibly do some reading. He made his way to the cafe rather lazily, plopping himself into a booth and making some orders. His eyes traveled towards a girl with copper colored hair. Lazarus thought briefly for a moment that she was rather beautiful and...familiar.
She was sitting a few tables away from him, simply reading a book as she snacked on strawberry shortcake. Lazarus pressed his lips together, massaging his temples at the painful thought. She looked familiar. That was weird. He was sure that he'd never seen the girl before in his life.

Ridley stiffened at the sudden voice. But with one, low, trembling breath she turned from her hiding place behind a stack of crates and made her approach. Her head was bowed, her hands and kneecaps trembling with some fear. She'd never been transferred before, much less had she expected this transfer. Already she missed the four companions she had back at Division A where she'd come from. She missed them and she was scared to be here. She did not look up at Ciar as she cleared her throat to claim her presence. The loose hoodie she wore managed to cover much of her face, which she had stuffed into her beanie hat. Ridley had not meant for it to happen, but most people in E.L.O.A.S thought of her as a boy. And if that was the case, she had to dress and act like one in proper -- which was really no problem for her. She looked rather rugged in fact, which was probably a good thing if she was planning on keeping her facade as a male. She'd tripped on her way inside the warehouse because it was so dark, grazing her kneecap against a sharp stone so that the wound bled out and she had no choice but to rip apart a portion of her white sleeve to tie around her brown trousers and staunch the flow of blood. Some of her had slipped from the beanie hat and covered half of her face, her hands were gloved and they had positioned themselves in the pocket of her shirt as she stared down, clenching and unclenching her fists rather uneasily.

[Alazne Chraizhel]

Chraizhel tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as it cascaded down her cheek, her eyes fell on a honey-brown haired guy, he was rather tall and quite attractive, a small smile touched her lips as he walked in the café. He was elegant the way he walked and move, and his clothes was her preference, he looked really good on it and not a lot of men could pull of what he was wearing, he was simply the epitome of perfection. She took a sip of her tea before turning the page of her book, her hand absentmindedly reaching out for the heart shaped locket she had worn since she couldn’t remember when. It was her most treasured item, she wouldn’t know what to do without it.

Ciar raised a brow at the boy in front of him. “You’re really short aren’t you?” He smirked as he looked at her. “You know it’s rude to bow your head down like that especially if someone is talking with you.” He grumbled as Ciar removed his helmet, before inspecting her from top to toe. He looked at his knee. “What happened there?” He asked.

[Ridley Reith Tagaryen]

Just as Lazarus's order had come, someone who'd been sitting a few tables before him suddenly stood up. There was something dark about this man's visage, something sinister and horrible that Lazarus could not put his finger on. As the man drew his face up to reveal a wolfish grin that put Lazarus on edge. He knew what was going to happen now. The man drew out his hand so that something of a machine gun manifested from thin air. The man clasped this as he began to shoot his gun. Bullets sailed through the air in a storm. People screamed as bullets penetrated skin and bone. Lazarus ducked under the table to guard himself from these bullets. The vicious man was not alone. Bullets that did not penetrate a civilian morphed into human-like shadows that began to wreck havoc within the cafe. Lazarus cursed as he pulled his flute out from its leather sheath. He moved away from his hiding place as one shadow was making it's approach. His lips pressed against the flute as he began to play an intricate melody that made the shadow vanish into thin air. That was one down.

Ridley looked up at him and turned her face away as she blushed, feeling both sheepish and angry, "S...Sorry for being short." She grumbled, trying hard to resist the urge to scowl at him. She stared down at her wounded knee, "And that is none of your business. I suppose you are here to take me back to Division B and that is all."

[Alazne Chraizhel]

Chraizhel pressed her lips together as she went to hide under her table, she was not that naïve about this attacks after all, all three of her brother’s worked for the organization that took care of this creatures. Her eyes widen at a child, tears fell down the girl’s cheek endlessly as she cried calling for her mother the child’s leg bleeding, without a second thought Chraizhel had jumped for the child before one of the shadow or a bullet could hit the child, she winced feeling the bullet penetrate her arm. She looked at the child softly as she held her protectively. “Saber.” The girl whispered, as a black stripped cat went in front of the girl, Chraizhel chanted something under her breath as she touched the cat, a soft white aura surrounded the feline, she couldn’t just release Saber in her real form not in front of everyone. She had brought the wounded child behind the counter way from anyone’s eyes as she tried to remove the bullet penetrated in the girl’s leg.

Ciar merely raised a brow at her. “Actually I’m here to train here too, rookie. So I should really watch what you say pipsqueak.” He smirked. “I can be your worst nightmare.”

[Ridley Reith Tagaryen]

Lazarus jumped from his spot up onto a table, continuously playing his flute as he sailed through the air, jumping table from table as he seized control of his magic. Lazarus winced as he felt a painful sting run through his shin. He'd been pierced by a bullet and he fell to the ground, rolling over the floor as he clenched his teeth in pain before he immediately dodged another attack made by a shadow that had sailed down towards his direction, its fist planting into the ground, digging through tiles. Lazarus scowled at this, using alchemy to transform the shaped of his flute into a scythe before he tore his giant scythe downward into a moon-shaped arc, swiping off three foes in a single blow. He continued to do this until he had finally rid the cafe of most of the shadows when he finally took notice of the copper haired girl tending to a child.
Lazarus saw another shadow move towards her in a blur. He bolted towards her immediately, suddenly taking her in his arms as he sprung away from an assault. He rolled on the ground with her held protectively in his arms. As they rolled to a stop, his arms were hurting. He quickly shot up from the ground however to raise his hand and let the ground tremble at the small movement of his tightening fingers. The shadow and the man who'd raised them were engulfed in a rain shower of broken glass and tiles. Lazarus used this opportunity to enter into their defense and ultimately, destroy them with a single sweep of his scythe.

Ridley just looked up at Ciar and cringed. Okay, now she was scared. The way he'd said these words sounded all too frightening to her. She bit her lower lip and took a step back, her body trembling the way a scared kitten might as she nodded her head slowly, looking down. She pressed her hands tighter into a ball, "O...Okay." She mumbled, choosing instead to be compliant than to curry more trouble. She did not like him, not one bit. But what could she say if he was to be her trainer? She was stuck with him. But then she realized that boys were not so very compliant and she realized that she should be tough. Ridley tried her best to stop trembling but to know avail. Pretty soon the tears were trickling down. Tears of fright that she knew all too well. She just bowed her head and let out a small, "Hic..." As these tears dripped. She lowered her hoodie so that he would not see her crying. Real men didn't cry. Why did she have to be such a wuss? Why couldn't she have stayed with Caitlyn and the others? They knew that she was a girl and she felt no obligation to hide her tendency towards tears. But here, everything was just so different and foreign.

[Alazne Chraizhel]

Chraizhel grimaced, broken shards of glass left cuts all her body. Dillan would not be happy if he saw her right now, and she was actually planning on telling him. She moved closer to where he was. She was taken by surprised by the man as he took her in his arms, she pressed her lips together as she swiped her finger on her arms, this wasn’t her blood it was the man. She watched him quietly, she looked at Saber who was watching at her protectively and protecting the child from any harm. She stood up dusting her dress, she grimaced at the deep cut on her leg, and the gunshot wound on her arm, oh Dillan would be furious. She quietly approached the man who saved her. “Let me tend to your wounds.” She said quietly, he was in a so much worse shape than she was.

Ciar grimaced, why was he crying? He wasn’t that scary. And he was a boy! Was the information really correct? Was this cry baby Hawkeye. “Oi.” He winced as he removed the boy’s hood. “Oi, what are you crying about? I haven’t even started yet!” He exclaimed.

[Ridley Reith Tagaryen]

Lazarus looked up at her and pushed a smile. She really did look familiar. And as she made her way towards him, he pushed her hand away gently, “Don’t worry about me.” He was looking at her wounds silently, “…You…You aren’t a normal girl.” He mumbled, looking up at her, “I saw what you did for that child.”

Ridley just pulled on her hoodie again and she shook her head, “I…I’m not crying.” She told him stubbornly, “I’m…I’m a boy.”

[Alazne Chraizhel]

“I do not know what you are talking about.” Chraizhel merely smiled at him softly, as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Please let me tend to your wounds, they are not to be taken lightly.” She informed as she eyed his bleeding shin.

Ciar grimaced at her. “Yes you are.” Ciar pointed out tilting his chin up. “Are you really?” Ciar challenged.

[Ridley Reith Tagaryen]

Lazarus eyed her quietly before he looked down at his own wounds and nodded, "After which, I tend to yours." He promised.

Ridley pulled away, blushing furiously as she scowled. Okay, act tough Ridley...Be tough. "Of course I am!" She told him, "I'm a boy. I am." Her cheeks were glowing, "N...Now, where is Division B so that we can pr...proceed from here?"

[Alazne Chraizhel]

Chraizhel smiled at that and nodded as she turned to the cat that eyed Lazarus warily, she crouched down and beckoned for it to go to her, cat leaped in her arms. She turned to Lazarus once again, a soft smile played on her lips. “Follow me..” She mumbled as she led him in to a hotel and in her room. Dillan would definitely not approve of this.

Ciar grimaced at that. “Dude why are you blushing? This is just so wrong.” Ciar grumbled ruffling his own hair. “So ******** wrong.” He looked at the boy quietly. “You’re not gay are you? I have nothing against them or anything but I’d rather know.”

[Ridley Reith Tagaryen]

Lazarus followed after her a little wary himself. As he limped into the hotel room, he kept himself away from any of the furniture so not to get anything dirty with his blood.

Ridley pressed her lips together, "Y--Yes! I am!" She said. At least this way, he would not find out. At least this way, she could act a little girly if she wanted to, "I am gay. Very, very, very gay."

[Alazne Chraizhel]

Chraizhel smiled at him as she sat him on his couch. “Don’t worry about the furniture.” She informed him before gathering the material’s she need. She looked at him quietly. “Do you mind?” She asked before placing a hand over him, or even touching him.

Ciar had to cringe at that, well this was troublesome. “Okay then..” He grumbled as he handed Hawkeye a helmet. “Put that on, we’re leaving.” He mumbled as he led him to his bike. “Hop on.” He should have taken a car.