вιттєяѕωєєт мємσιя ♔[Lit/Yaoi] OPEN

[Knight-of-Noir]

____♕ The Stoic Princess ♕
The Stoic Princess ________☣ Niko the incubus ☣

Chase the heathen call
We belong, you and I
Just don't say it's love!

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It was hard to keep the smile from Niko's face. Now this was an interesting person. Just when he'd thought that Zeke might be the only person with an ounce of something to him, this little fae came along and surprised. If only he weren't hiding his true personality, he could have crawled over and purred in the boy's ear that he found him just adorable. From the downward curve of his lips to the slight droop in his eyes - Kiirion looked downright melancholy. Not in an overly done, angst-ridden way. He was different from the humans who ran around with their eyes blackened, hair down in front of their eyes. Golden eyes raked up and down the delinquent's form. He didn't have to hide his interest now that they were having a conversation. He had a quiet, calm demeanor - but Niko was perceptive enough to sense a little something else beneath. Death?

Just a little whiff.... he promised himself as he inhaled slowly, taking in a deep sample of the changeling's scent. Soil. Soil on a grave. Moist, freshly unearthed. Oh, that's nice.... Niko made a very solid mental note to not scare off this boy anytime soon. He could be a lot of fun. Besides, Niko wanted to take a little taste of his essence. Just a little.

"My price? Hm. Well, I want your opinion on someone. Someone you're closer to than I am. Just a sentence or two, but you must be completely honest. How does that sound, love?"

Niko, of course, didn't actually need this opinion. But he was curious as to how the other delinquents viewed Zeke. It was obvious that some of them were terrified of him. He'd seen more than one of them avoid just standing too close to him. More interesting, though, would be what Kiirion was willing to say aloud about their leader. He waited for an assent from Kiirion, then he nodded and proceeded with the question.

"Your leader, Ezekiel. What do the others in your group think of him?"
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Niko is--
✗ In : Lobby / Outside Cafe
✚ With : Kiirion the cutie
✓ Doing : chatting~
❤ Thinking : he smells nice~



OOC (derp...this is short. I'll edit in his question if I get the OK from Azzy)


Azzy-chan89

[~k-i-a~]

α ί ɗ є η ▪ ▫ η ί ԍ ɦ τ я α ұ

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【The Beautiful Princess / / The Student Council President 】
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His right hand gave a light, experimental squeeze to test the bandages that were wrapped securely around his palm. The nurse, a kind, middle aged woman, did a fantastic job at tending his wound without asking too many questions. Aiden was grateful for that, because he wasn’t prepared for an interrogation that would only end up with lies slipping out of his mouth. If he were to tell the truth, the resort might have to take drastic measures, which would result in a ruined vacation for the entire student body. He didn’t want that, but he also didn’t want to allow Zeke to do whatever he pleases. The demon decided that he would have to pay close attention to Zeke, even if that meant pushing aside any fun activities and his friends’ company. It was a tiny sacrifice, and he would pick safety over fun any day. A polite smile reached his lips as he stood from his seat, thanking the nurse and complimenting her job before leaving the infirmary. His wound was probably very minor compared to what she has dealt with, like broken limbs from nasty falls on the slopes. Stitches weren’t even required, just time to allow the wound to fully heal. How lucky to leave a confrontation with Zeke with only a minor injury. The troubled teen could do so much more, but he didn’t. Why? Now that was a troubling thought. Just what was Zeke scheming?

Any worrisome thoughts were interrupted by a low grumble from his stomach, stirring a sudden realization that he has gone for hours without food. Aiden paused mid-step to pat down his pants and discovered that because he left his room in a hurry, his wallet was left behind for Zeke to possibly take and use. That is if the male was still hiding out in their shared room. Shoulders sunk a little and a hand ran through brunette locks in slight annoyance. Just when he slipped away from Zeke’s overbearing presence, he has to go back and tread those dangerous waters again. Better him than anyone else, he figured. He turned with his heels and walked over to the elevators, waving at familiar faces that brightened considerably when their gazes met. From the looks of it, everyone was having a grand time. Each face he saw had a big smile and his ears were constantly filled with laughter or excited chatter. Those sounds lifted his heart and brought him a sense of satisfaction. He was happy that this trip, despite having some rough patches, was a success so far.

Other occupants in the elevator made his ascent a little slow, but after one last ding of the bell, the doors slid open and he was finally stepping onto his floor. Purple eyes roamed from one end of the hallway to the other, taking note of how empty it was despite the time slowly getting later and later. Everyone was probably doing one last hoorah before bed, not like he could blame them. They were only given a weekend to enjoy freedom away from school, so he figured the students wanted to savor their time here as much as possible. As long as they were having fun and behaving, he won’t complain. The president quietly walked past several doors, hand slipping into a pocket to touch and fiddle with his phone. He was tempted to text some of their friends to see how they were faring. Call him overprotective, but he wanted to make sure they were safe and sound. Only earlier in the day has he seen Julius, so he was curious as to what all the other members were doing. Dawson might be chatting up a storm somewhere, that he can easily envision, and who knows what Niko was up to. There was also Vincente and Sebastian who have crossed his mind several times. They have been absent from school for about a month and so far, he wasn’t notified whether or not they could make it on the trip. All he could do was hope that he will see them both very soon.

A strangled yell followed by laughter startled the demon enough for his casual pace to falter and break out into a frantic sprint. The yell wasn’t very familiar, but he could easily point out who could produce such a sickening laugh. His room’s keycard was whipped out and slid through before a shoulder collided with the door, causing it so swing open so quickly that a gust of air was produced. Purple eyes latched onto Zeke’s form, the malicious smile stirring an uneasy feeling in his gut that intensified when his gaze landed on the male’s bloodied hands. Just whose blood was that? His or…? Aiden felt his heart stop temporarily when he finally caught sight of Max, his dear friend, lying on his bed with an expression of immense pain and misery. Zeke was temporarily forgotten as the demon quickly went around the bed to rid any distance between he and his friend. "Max," he breathed, bending down and reaching out to place a hand on the male’s shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. He hoped that the touch would at least notify his friend that he was indeed here and would provide him with some comfort. Max wasn’t alone to face Zeke anymore. Eyes filled with concern and panic flickered from his friend’s pained face to his bloodied hand that had a deep cut right in the middle. The horrific sight immediately answered his previous question and ignited a mess of distraught thoughts. How did Zeke lure Max alone into their room? Why was he doing this? What was he- Aiden tore himself away from his panicked thoughts to take in the situation, as well as his friend’s state. Blood was oozing out of his deep wound and forming a puddle on the used to be crisp, white sheets, yet no matter how hard his friend struggled, his body couldn’t be freed from the confinement of his bed. He was trapped.

A flare of anger ignited and Max’s pained face only fueled the flames that if provoked, could produce a fire so overwhelming and terrifying in itself that even the demon wouldn’t know how to put it out. Raw magic was beginning to pour from his very core, weaving into magical properties that has been repeated and mastered enough that chants were unnecessary. The light in the room started to dim, yet by no means was the electricity faulty. It was in fact slowly being dominated and consumed by the shadows that crept from beneath the beds, tables, and dark corners. Tendrils of darkness slithered up the walls, any light and colors from their surroundings tainted pitch black by the demon’s magic. Soon enough each wall was decorated by shadows that swiveled and twitched in anticipation before suddenly coming to a halt. Only a single bulb was spared, its weak glow barely giving them enough light for eyes to witness what was only a taste of the president’s anger. The tendrils, like thick vines from trees, shot forth from the walls and latched onto a pair of wrists and ankles. With enough force, it sunk back and pinned Zeke to the wall, no limb sparred from a tight, uncomfortable grip. Just like Max, Zeke was now trapped by magic unlike his own.

Aiden silently stood up, his posture strict and proper as he made his way to Zeke. Purple eyes lost any trace of that gentle nature the president was known for, replaced by a piercing gaze that portrayed a rare glimpse of genuine anger. Zeke wasn’t stupid. He knew that messing with Aiden’s friends was practically asking for punishment. Zeke seemed intent on crossing the line, yet his reasons for doing so were still unclear to Aiden. Either his actions come from a deeper reason, or he was just simply chaotic and insane. Zeke clearly wasn’t an open book. "Release him," he said slowly until his face was right in front of Zeke’s, merely inches apart and tense breaths mingling. "Lift your spell right now." There was more force in his demand as his eyes connected with Zeke’s, the purple hue in his eyes tinted a darker shade. "You’re a poor listener. I told you to stay away from my friends. This is between you and me, nobody else. Just what do you hope to achieve?" The tendrils wrapped securely around Zeke’s wrists and ankles tightened, almost to the point that the other might experience a flare of pain. The other was blessed with a rare privilege to experience the president’s anger firsthand and although his anger combined with his magic and flourished, his control still remained. It clearly would take a lot to see that control break entirely.

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mσσd → Worried sick, angry xxxx•••xxxxlσcαtiσn → In his room with Zeke and Maxxxxx•••xxxxthínkíng → I'll get you out, Max.

[Azzy-chan89]

Λℓσσf Ðєℓιиquєиʈ

Kiirion's eyes narrowed and his lips quirked slightly as Niko's gaze swept up and down his body. A sarcastic comment came to mind, but he didn't voice it. Niko was far too much a stranger for him to engage in that type of flirtatious banter, just yet. This was especially true when he didn't know Niko's intentions. He was not foolish enough to believe that Niko didn't have intentions regarding most of the others around them. The incubus then took a deep breath. What was he sniffing for? Perhaps he was attempting to discern what Kiirion was? While it wasn't necessarily common knowledge that he was half Fae, he had thought that Niko--who appeared to know everything--would already know that. Either way, all he would smell would be freshly-turned grave dirt. That didn't necessarily give away the specifics of what he was, even if Niko did know he was part Fae. There were many creatures that might smell earthen, especially within the Seelie and Unseelie courts...

Kiirion waited patiently for Niko to finish his assessment, and the incubus eventually named his price. His opinion on someone... and he had to be honest. He let his mouth twitch slightly in amusement. Niko was rather lucky that Kiirion was not full-blooded Fae. Those that were completely Fae, like Kiirion's mother, were incapable of giving a straightforward answer. Getting one out of them was nearly impossible. Thankfully, Kiirion was obviously not full-blooded. He felt less compulsion to speak in riddles. But Niko wanted a straight answer about someone that Kiirion knew. Even if it was one of the Fae, Kiirion's own opinion wouldn't be worth much. It should be safe, and Niko only wanted a few words. "Very well," he replied. "I accept."

Niko's choice, though, surprised him. Apparently, Zeke attracted attention from many places. Kiirion hummed softly, considering his options. The way Niko had spoken, there were two questions in one. Kiirion had only agreed to give his own opinion. Nothing had been said about those of the other Delinquents when he had agreed to the terms. Honestly, Kiirion didn't know a lot of their opinions on Zeke, but Niko didn't know that...

He took a moment to compose his thoughts. It wouldn't do to give more than he had to..."Zeke is dangerous, but in a way I find familiar. His presence is both disconcerting and comforting." He tilted his head a little bit, making sure to keep his eyes locked with Niko's. "But I agreed to give you my own opinion in exchange for my roommate's name, not those of the other Delinquents. You will need to offer something else in trade for the extra."

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☸Location: Outside the cafe ☸Mood: Curious, wary ☸Company: Niko ☸OOC:

[Knight-of-Noir]

____♕ The Stoic Princess ♕
The Stoic Princess ________☣ Niko the incubus ☣

Chase the heathen call
We belong, you and I
Just don't say it's love!

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Niko couldn't help but feel amused when Kiirion caught him giving him a slow once-over. Well, of course he'd been caught. It wasn't as if he'd been hiding it. Just because he had to be the serious-minded student council member didn't mean that he wasn't allowed to look. However, they were strangers, so he shouldn't be disappointed in the lack of response. He really shouldn't be, but he almost was.

When his terms were accepted, he really couldn't help but smile softly. It was a rare expression. He had to keep up appearances, after all; but what was the harm in showing a little bit of pleasure at getting something he obviously wanted? Kiirion gave his response and throughout it Niko's golden gaze stayed fixed on him, not moving away for a moment. He was memorizing Kiirion's every flicker of movement as if the information were absolutely vital. Really, he was just curious; but when Niko was curious he had to sate his curiosity. Once his interest was piqued, there was no ignoring it. No telling himself that he had to let it go. He might be biding his time when it came to Zeke, planning carefully and quietly, but that didn't mean his interest had lessened. If anything, his curiosity had only grown the longer he made himself wait.

"Dangerous," he repeated, as if he were pondering something, "yes, that does seem to be the popular opinion." Kiirion seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. He was younger than Zeke, Niko would wager, but not so young that Niko considered him a child. He'd obviously learned from the life he'd lived so far. He was no idiot. Niko might could come to enjoy the presence of such a person; but he brushed the thought aside. It was merely a possibility, though one he couldn't help but think of. He hadn't had a companion for nearly fifty years now; not even just a friendly one that he didn't sleep with, but sometimes just sat and talked to.

"Oh dear, you caught me." It had been a very mild attempt to get more information that he was actually bargaining for. In truth, he was testing Kiirion to see how strong-minded he was. And Niko was pleased with his answer. "Very well. Your roommate is Max. If you want more information about him, though, I'm afraid you'll have to ask him yourself. Seeing as he's my friend." It was a lie, of course; but a smooth lie. Niko didn't consider any of the student council members to be his friend. To be Niko's friend, you had to sacrifice a lot. Mostly time, but also a lot of patience, because the incubus could be a downright pain. No, Max was most definitely not his friend; but he had to pretend they were friends, or his cover would be blown. The demon raised his eyes to glance up the hallway, as if considering something. Aiden had passed them and was heading into the elevator. It was only a matter of time now. "For the time being, at least..." he continued the thought, as if he hadn't paused for a good moment. "Seeing as he's picked a fight with someone so dangerous." He glanced at Kiirion again with a mischievous glint in his eye, as if they were sharing some secret joke.

It wasn't very long before there was a distinctive ripple of energy from above them. Inwardly, Niko was pouting. Not only was Zeke having fun now but he was having fun with Aiden, of all people. That just wasn't fair. "Oh good," he said lightly, as if he had just found something of mild interest, "Aiden's gone to save your roommate."
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Niko is--
✗ In : The lobby
✚ With : Kiirion
✓ Doing : Chatting~
❤ Feeling : a little wistful...



OOC (whew ok...I think I've finally gotten into the swing of Niko's projected demeanor...it's a little difficult 'cause it's SO different from his actual personality ><')


Azzy-chan89

[Suki the Fallen]

iNSaNiTY ↩Like floating on air • PSYCHoPaTHY ↩A carefree life • iNSaNiTY ↩An illusion that can't end • CaPTiViTY ↩Unable to run away




iNSaNiTY ↪Like floating on air • PSYCHoPaTHY ↪A carefree life • iNSaNiTY ↪An illusion that can't end • CaPTiViTY ↪The corruption is continuing

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"You reside in grand disguises
Just to get, get away from it all."

♔ tab tab Fai knew he was making the right life choices when the mortified look spread across the bunny's features in the form of a violent blush. A sly smile was steadily growing with every shaky word that stumbled out of the unfortunate student lips. Idly, he noted that Julius' eyes were frantically dancing around the hallway until coming to a rest on one of the many potted plant décor. Lips pressed tightly in amusement, Fai could only raise an eye brow as the present was stowed away for another passerby to discover. At the moment, he wouldn't…no, he couldn't trust his voice to behave itself. Not when the bubbles laughter threatening to break loose and scare away the source of his amusement. It would do to jeopardize his earlier plans, after all.

♔ tab tab A chuckle broke free when Julius seemed to act on his thought and began dragging him towards the elevator. Fai didn't need any encouragement to follow after allowing the sound of their rush steps to fill the hall. Pulled inside the elevator, he could feel the prior excitement for the hunt returning. As the box descended down the building, Fai was bouncing on the balls of his feet at the short wait in the confined space. As the elevator bell sounded at the destination, it was time the roles were reverse. Almost able to hear the excited energy humming through his veins, he took Julius' arm and steered the other outside the building. Barely pausing as he pushed open the doors of the resort with one hand, his eye flickered back toward Julius in brief acknowledgement of the other question before a rush of cold air flooded through the open door. The wind swirled around him, tugging the edges of his jackets in an attempt to slip it's chilling grasp under.

♔ tab tab Stepping out into the white frost covered world, Fai was in no hurry to answer the bunny's questions. Snow crunching under his steps as they walked out, he mused that even at night the place was strangely bright. "It's fine." Fai said, the words leaving his lips in a coiling cloud of white mist. Letting go of Julius' arm, he took a step forward and spun around to face the rabbit. "The dark shouldn't be too much of a problem." He stated with a slight shake of his head, reaching down to scoop up a handful of snow with his bare hand. "You see, snow is this awful kind of blindingly white. Do you remember what they said in art class? White reflects light, which means this place should still be rather bright at night. Heh, they thought I wasn't listening. Actually, that's kind of true. " Having enough of the example, he crafted a snowball and tossed it away.

♔ tab tab "As for a plan, " Fai started allowing his eyes to trail upward towards the skies. The blackness of the night seemed even darker than usual with the stars playing hide and seek behind the stretch of dark clouds. "We'll just have to wing it. " He finished decisively with a slight shrug. Didn't he say before that he hadn't really thought this through? Drawing out a small flashlight from his pocket, Fai began fiddling with the switch. "I doubt bigfoot would stay in places where people can easily see him, so not the slopes. Maybe in the tree areas that's at the edge of the resort. " Which was where? Well, best not let his follower know that he had absolutely no idea where they were going. How could he? He did stay inside the entire day. Honestly, Fai was starting to regret not stealing one of those pamphlets that showed the map of the area.

♔ tab tab "Woah! You're really pale bunny. I think I might have to worry about losing you," Fai commented while shining the beam of his flashlight directly towards the other teen. With the snow and Julius' pale complexion, it looked almost as if he could just blend in with all the white. That might be a problem. "Hey, tell me your name again. " Fai said out of nowhere, his expression turning thoughtful. "I know a trick that'll let me find you, but for it I'll need your full name. Bunny ain't gonna cut it. " While awaiting the answer to settle the minor complications, Fai started to lead them further from the lodge.

♔ tab tab Something still bugged him as they began to heading out towards the unknown under the cover of night. Without warning, Fai halted in his steps. Spinning around, he directed his flashlight towards an area where he noticed movement. Illuminated under the light was a curled up figure with a shock of red hair. "Hey you!" Fai called out towards the bundle out of whim. "If anyone asks, we're heading off alright? You can join as well!" It didn't matter if he couldn't tell who it was. Without looking whether the stranger choose to follow them, he reached back to take hold of Julius' wrist and began leading the bunny off. If there was another member joining the party, then 'the more the merrier'. Also, even if the trip was a bust Fai could always turned that around into 'misery loved company'.

♔ tab tab It was a little while away from the resort did they start leaving their own footprints in untouched snow. Using the dark figures of trees on the horizon as a guide to his destination, he noticed that they were further away than he first thought. The tips of his fingers were blue when they reached the tree lines. Huge evergreen stretched before them, filtering what little light they had left of the night. By now, the cloud had over taken the skies and left them more or less in the dark. A grin revealing teeth spread across his lips as he looked back at Julius. Squeezing the other's arm, Fai's eyes were a lit with excitement. "Ready to get this hunt started?" He asked breathlessly, cheeks flushed from the cold.

"False pride never existed
Kill the lights, kill the actor, kill the actress"


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♔Location↛ Outside the Resort -> Outskirts of resort
♔Contacts↛ Julius, ???(Sebastian)-> Julius, ??
♔Feeling↛ We're just playing hide and seek in the dark~ Ready or not, bigfoot! Here we come!
♔Looks↛ Silver grey and deep magenta contacts, half strawberry blond, half ebony locks, and a strip of pink. Outfit
♔OOC↛ ---

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Lady Meara

Ximnoka

[Sir Dietary Supplement]

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0ᴄᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ɪᴛ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ, sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ, ʟᴇᴛ's ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ0





Some might ask why Ezekiel did the things he did. What could of made him so violent, to find some much thrill in harming others. Some would guess it was because he was never loved as a child, other suspect that it was all the black magic, made his mentality frayed. Some even suspected it was just who he was. Some people in the world were just crazy, they had no rhyme or reason to harm others. They just enjoyed the bloodshed they could leave behind. Sometimes Ezekiel wasn't even sure why did these things, but then he remembered how much he enjoyed doing it.

Cold eyes looked back at Max as he struggled against the bond from the blood magic. "Don't bother trying to escape from that. Blood magic is very powerful, it uses your own body against you. Its powerful, but hard to master. I can easily kill the victim or even the user. Lucky for you, it was the second magic I mastered," after all it was the one most closely tied to necromancy. Max wouldn't be able to move until Ezekiel lifted the spell, he wouldn't be able to move. If he kept fighting against it, he would just cause himself more pain in the end. Turning back towards the door, Ezekiel cleared his throat and stepped towards it.

But, then the door came flying out and in came Max's knight in shining armor. So to speak. The only other person that could so easily get into the hotel room was Aiden. There he was, and a chuckle escaped Ezekiel's lips as the president rushes to Max's side. With a wave of his hand, Ezekiel closed the door and turned back to the two. "I say, this is better then snagging that rabbit, isn't it Max?" the necromancer raised an eyebrow as the lights began to flicker and shadows were overtaking the room. This was Aiden's doing.

So the president could get angry, and Ezekiel could see it start to burn in Aiden's eyes. He was surprised as the shadows latched onto him and pinned him back against a wall by his ankles and wrists. He finally got to see some of what Aiden could do, and he was enjoying every moment of it. As the president stepped towards him, Ezekiel let chuckled again. "You should know I won't do something that easily," he was enjoyed this bit of dark to Aiden a little too much. He was even making it a little painful, oh, this was a bit too much fun. The excitement was bubbling through Ezekiel.

"I have to say, I like to see that you can bite back Aiden. You were always all talk and no action, but this, this is what I like," Ezekiel tempted, but he had plenty of tricks up his sleeves as well. Max was at Ezekiel's mercy right now. He looked over at Max and smirked. "Want to know something about blood magic Aiden? It takes any small bit and I can make that person just feel immense pain," with a snap of his fingers he would make the wounds on Max grow more intense. They would get larger, deeper, and wider, and of course cause more pain. He let that go on for a few moments before snapping his fingers again to call it off.

"What do I want to achieve? You act like this is some game Aiden, a game solely between me and you," Ezekiel clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Anyone and everyone call become a target my dear president. Its not just you want I reactions out of, but I know this is only a taste of what you can do. So come on throw it at me. I can handle it, I don't die so easily," he tempted. Even if he couldn't move all the much at the moment, being face to face with Aiden, while he had that look on his face. He couldn't help but enjoy himself. Aiden was causing him that small bit of pain at the moment. He wanted to see more of it.

"If you think you this was every just between me and you, you are more of an idiot then I ever thought possible. You think I would want one little toy, or have other ones while their queen reacts to violently to see that hurt. Oh, this way is so much more fun. Wouldn't you say? I got to cut someone up and see some sort of reaction out of you. Chaos is all that I ask for, and it seems I am doing just that."

He was no doubt happy about that. His words and actions now at this point was just to get more of a reaction out of Aiden. See how much further he could push the president. See how much more he was willing to do to someone that was putting a friend of his in pain. It was much too tempting to just stop at this point. He would keep on pushing and pushing. See how much more of a reaction he could get out of Aiden.

"Whats your next move president?"


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[Sir Dietary Supplement]

Ｍａｒｓｈａｌ Ｅｌｌｉｏｔ Ｓｉｍｍｏｎｓxxxxxxthe normal prince


xxxxxxxweep » for yourself, my man,
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xxxx ● ● Tak ⊹ e all the courage you have left
xxxxxxxxxxxxxWasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head


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Two things should be known about Marshal when he got lost. His anxiety would start to act up. Which could lead him to having a severe panic attack that could leave him gasping for air in some corner of the nearest stairwell. The other thing was, that he was much too afraid to ask for help when his anxiety would act up. That little voice in his head would go off and tell him it was a bad idea. Stating all the possible reasons why it was a bad idea to ask that person for help, even if they had a nametag and it was clear they worked at the resort. He didn't really understand how that habit, was made, but it happened and he had a hard time getting over it. Hard time asking for help even when he needed it. Maybe, he was a bit stubborn as well. It was hard to say. But, it was very clear that he was lost and even Marshal would admit to that at this point, at least on the inside. It was hard for people to admit things out loud after all.

He wasn't left alone for long. He turned his head as a voice sprang out and took his eyes off the map. He looked over at a green hair male with glasses. Then came the talking. At the mention of Ethel, Marshal pulled his attention directly onto the ranting young man. Ethel was the school he was attending, well going to attend. He was to meet up with that Aiden fellow at some point. After all, Marshal would be the new vice president. It hardly made sense, those roles were usually voted in. They said it would work as Marshal was the student council president in his old school. He was more then fit to take on the role of vice president. So, it was how he got the position. However, this male in front of him, talk a lot.

'He must like to hear his own voice,' Marshal thought to himself. He knew a few people like that in his old school. They would go on and on about nothing. Just like the male in front of him was doing. The rant finally ended. Dawson, and to make things better he was a member of the student council. It helped bite back some of that anxiety that he had at the moment. Marshal did wait a moment before speaking, he had to make sure the male wasn't taking a breath of air before going back to his ranting.

"Well, you aren't wrong. I do go to Ethel, well going to attend. I'm Marshal Simmons a new transfer student," at least he ran into some luck. Perhaps Dawson knew where he could find Aiden, Marshal wanted to get things all set for when they did get back to school. "I was actually looking for the lobby, I was suppose to meet with Aiden Nightray, the student council president. I'm the new vice president, and I was told he would discuss things with me...." the only problem was that Marshal was now lost. He hated not being able to find his way around places like this. "So, if you know how to get to the lobby, that would be helpful," and he could probably point out who Aiden was to Marshal.

"I just don't have a very good sense of direction," Marshal said with a sheepish chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. "Its sad to know that i got lost from the place I just came from...." but he couldn't help it. He had gotten use to taking a while to learn his way around new places. It was for that reason, both Marshal and his parents thought it was better that he didn't start driving just yet. Even with a GPS system he still managed to get himself lost. Driving would have to wait a while, and he was happy for that. Though he wasn't driving at the moment.

No, he was just lost inside the ski resort. There was a sad thought. "I would appreciate the help."

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Max had felt pain before. He'd even lost a significant amount of blood before. When he was eight, he'd picked a fight with one of the bigger kids who was always bullying his foster sister, Claire. The kid had to have been at least thirteen and even though Max was always much stronger than his size let on, the fight had still ended with Max's face slammed into the concrete. His nose was smashed and his left eyelid had been all but torn open - he still had a scar from the stitches. He could remember when his foster mother had taken him into the bathroom and he saw his own face in the mirror. Seeing himself covered in blood had been more terrifying than the pain itself, than hearing Claire crying. He'd had to face the realization that he wasn't strong enough.

Now here he was again, having the same realization, as he looked at the once-white sheets becoming soaked with his blood. This might be bad.... He heard a noise, but it wasn't Zeke opening the door - it was someone bumping into the door. He couldn't manage to turn his head to look, but it turned out that he didn't have to. Just when his breath was quickening and he was silently willing whoever had come in to go away, he saw Aiden's face. The council president's face was reflecting exactly what Max had been feeling. No Aiden. No, you have to leave. Have to leave now. Leave now. The hand on his shoulder didn't quite serve to comfort him. Instead it caused him to still in his squirming and give his friend a pained frown.

"Aiden-" His voice cracked embarrassingly. The fingers on his right hand, the uninjured hand, twitched. He wanted to reach out and push Aiden away, tell him to get out. Max didn't doubt that Aiden could take Zeke, but he didn't want him to. He knew how proud Aiden was of his self-control, and for it to break for someone like Zeke---

He took a deep, steadying breath and spoke up again. "Aiden, don't-" His tone was meant to be one of warning, but instead it came out pleading. Then his vision went dark.

No, the room was going dark. There was magic, powerful magic, rippling out of his friend and Max couldn't help but wince in anticipation. Everything seemed to speed up. Zeke was against the wall, held there by some magic. Max could hardly see what was happening. He couldn't get his head to move, but he could watch out of the corner of his eye. When Aiden approached the trapped male, Max felt his limbs squirming again. Aiden shouldn't get so close. It wasn't safe. Nothing about this was safe. He just needed to-

"AGH!" The pained yell pushed itself out of his mouth before his mind could even register where it was coming from. He hadn't been able to make out what they were saying, he was too distracted by the magic and the darkness closing in and the fact that Aiden was standing too close to Zeke. But then Zeke had snapped his fingers and all he could feel was his skin ripping apart. The wounds were growing wider, deeper - not just the one in his hand but the cut across his face and the line down his chest as well. It'd happened so suddenly that his body had jerked, spine arching the few fractions of an inch that it could manage before he tensed still at the additional pain from his movement. They grew and grew, though it was probably only millimeters at a time, and the pain made time stretch into an eternity of sharp sensations.

When it finally stopped, Max heard himself breathing loudly. Zeke was talking, spewing some nonsense about a game. Or perhaps it was about this not being a game. But Max knew better. He'd grown up around enough kids who had something lacking in their mentality. Kids who liked to kick small animals and hold the smaller orphans down on the train tracks, just to make the others scream and cry and beg. His breath rattled in his throat, which felt dry and thick from his second scream. It took him a minute to realize that he was laughing. The sound was small and sounded a little bit broken, but it was a sharp contrast to his crumpled body - it grew louder instead of trailing off.

Not good, Max. You've lost too much blood. Now you're losing your mind too. Reel it in. What the hell are you laughing about? Somehow his own thoughts sounded like his uncle, and he couldn't help but laugh a little harder.

"You-" he finally managed, having to pause between laughs and grit his teeth against the pain in his stomach. "You think you're so special, don't you? So strong to hold someone else down and make them bleed." Another ripple of laughter, and an accompanying jolt of pain that made his limbs tremble like a dried up leaf barely able to keep itself on the ground. His next words were spoken with a small wheeze of contempt. Max's spirit was certainly not broken, but his body was starting to give out on him. "You're pathetic."


The Protective Prince is--
✗ In : Aiden&Zeke's room
✚ With : Aiden&Zeke
✓ Doing : bleeding, provoking Zeke some more?
❤ Thinking :pathetic

OOC (holy crap this came out really long, sorry o-o')


~k-i-a~




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[~k-i-a~]

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Romance was always complicated with how sudden it can occur, blossom, and influence one’s future. Rey, for one, wasn’t very fond of the concept because it was unpredictable. You won’t know when it’ll strike next and who will make that heart of yours soar to amazing heights. Actually, he could if he was to use his powers, yet it wasn’t worth the sacrifice. He wasn’t curious enough to ponder over who would claim his heart. In fact, the idea unnerved him a little, because he didn’t like the idea of forcefully being taken on an emotional rollercoaster and his thoughts possibly succumbing to mushy fantasies. So many cling to the possibility of finding their soul-mates and experiencing a new, thrilling chapter in their lives that will take them down an unknown journey with exaggerated hopes and dreams. He was not one of them. He was someone who would push people away rather than giving them an encouraging pull. His notorious nickname in Ethel, The Frost Devil or Ice Prince, according to Fai, would be accompanied by several, smaller rumors like his heart was made of ice. Well, that was highly unrealistic, but the metaphor made sense in a way and he never bothered to correct what may very well be true. Love was unnecessary, overly complicated, and troublesome to him. He didn’t need it as a child and surely doesn’t need it now. Maybe that was why he saw Vincente as not only a perverted siren, but his opposite. What he rejected with disdain happened to be something the redhead would gladly welcome with open arms. They were practically polar opposites.

A breath hitched in the back of his throat, his heart, which he would hurriedly claim was because of lack of air, falling victim to a sudden, bizarre change of patterns that had it skipping drastically when violet was caught by gentle amber. It was only one out of many times they’ve stared directly at each other, yet for some reason there was something peculiar about the way the siren would look at him. Compared to the constant looks of fear and hostility he has grown used to receiving, Vincente has not once ever looked at him that way. There was always a teasing glint in his eyes, or a warmer hue in amber orbs that expressed patience and kindness. It was something Rey felt he didn’t earn, nor deserve. "You’ve really thought this through," he commented, shifting his gaze as he stole another sip of wine. If he were to be brutally honest, he expected a short, simple answer with a splash of perverted charm, but each and every word that came from the siren’s mouth snuffed his quick assumption. Vincente was not only cautious, but awfully considerate with his answer. It was almost too good to be true, but as Rey sneaked a glance at the redhead, his suspicion weakened and wavered. Maybe Vincente would prove him wrong yet again and secretly, he didn’t entirely oppose the possibility. "Just have to wait and see, I suppose," he said after a generous sip, a smirk tugging at his lips. Maybe it wasn’t terrible to be wrong on some occasions…

Their dinner arrived right on time to quell his empty, persistent stomach that was running nearly on empty and he wasn’t the least bit disappointed by the display or taste. It was a beautifully decorated plate and while the portions were decent, it was the rich, savory taste of beef drenched in a wine sauce that impressed him. This restaurant turned out to be an excellent choice and the rumors about it weren’t just exaggerated although, the chefs weren’t out of the woods yet. The real test would be their desserts, which will be picked and requested to be dropped off at a later time for him to enjoy. There was no way he would ever, ever decline cake when the opportunity arises. Conversations commenced as they enjoyed their meals, the topics shifting from simple topics to discussions that dove a little bit deeper without crossing lines. Occasionally Emilio, Vincente’s brother, would be mentioned as the siren shared fond memories that took place in their home country. It gave Rey a better idea of what Spain was like, a country that he has yet to visit and hasn’t earned a rightful spot on his list until recently. It was surprising how quickly they fell into a comfortable pattern of him asking questions and Vincente politely answering, then both adding comments every now and then to keep the conversation going. No awkward pauses or sudden shifts of topics ensued, and it would seem their interest was mutual. Rey was pleasantly surprised by how entertaining this dinner turned out to be, but most importantly was grateful that the focus stayed entirely on Vincente. His side remained unknown while some light was shed on Vincente’s. It was a double bonus for Rey.

Their empty plates were taken and a check was left behind for the blond to quickly snatch and pay for. A bet was a bet and unfortunately for the siren, the intention behind it all went over Rey’s head and was taken quite literally. The flirtatious hint was missed entirely. "Ordering wine was a bad idea, wasn’t it?" Well, that was a stupid question. He eyed the siren, quirking a brow at how the wine glass was being handled by slightly clumsy fingers. The human had to lean over and take it away before the floor was covered in shards of glass. Not only would the poor waitress have to deal with the mess, but that would mean additional charges. "I told you to stop drinking. How much have you had? Three?...Four?" The heavy frown on his face, along with an upset glare, did nothing to the siren who took his sweet time by bidding farewell to the waitress. Leaving the drunken siren was a tempting thought, yet it was partially his fault that Vincente drank too much. It was his decision to toss rules aside, purchase the wine, and encourage the other to drink with him. So in a way, Vincente was his responsibility and sole burden. And oh, what a burden he was going to be.

"Bye and good luck, you two~" the waitress chirped with a wave. If Rey wasn’t so busy dragging a drunken siren out of the restaurant, he would’ve openly questioned her choice of words. Just what did she mean exactly? "Hey, flirt," he said and gave a gentle tug of the male’s sleeve, "We can’t hang around here unless if you want to be locked in a classroom for the rest of the year." It would be one thing to be caught by an adult while under the influence, but it would be a whole different story if one of the prissy student council members were to bump into them. They probably wouldn’t waste a second to report them to the headmaster and Rey would never be in the mood to officially meet the uptight man who took over Ethel. A curious gaze surveyed their surroundings and a quiet grumble left his lips as he pondered over their options. It was a blessing that Vincente wasn’t trashed and was far from acting like it. He was more…affectionate than he was obnoxious. A little too affectionate in fact. Brows furrowed lightly as he questioned why the other was insistent on ridding any distance between them. One step back somehow meant a step closer to Vincente. A frown would earn a chuckle or smile, and a turn on his heels was apparently asking for a hug. There was no use fighting the clingy, overly affectionate siren. "You’re impossible," he sighed heavily, running a hand through pale blond locks. Thick, heavy fabric from the coat Rey borrowed concealed his frown after he tucked his chin, his nostrils once again tickled by that pleasant, spicy scent. "If you can behave for five minutes, I’ll treat you to something. Just be a good…drunk and come with me." The coat concealed more than a frown when a hand reached down to grasp the siren’s, palms and fingers exchanging a warmth that was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting.

Their first destination was the elevators that, much to his intense displeasure, were occupied by classmates who exchanged looks when they entered. The ride up was quiet and awkward with no chances of redemption. Of course he was under direct fire of fearful glances and looks of disapproval, yet what really stole the spotlight was his hand joined with Vincente’s. Nobody would dream of seeing Ethel’s Frost Devil doing what would be typically seen as intimate. This caused whispers to commence that would later blossom into rumors, yet at this point he didn’t care. His name was decorated with so many rumors that a couple more would make no difference. He spared no backwards glance when they reached their floor and exited the elevators. His human ears were too weak to hear what was silently spoken from their classmates, like how the popular redhead must be Rey’s next victim and that he was only with him by force. Their sympathy continued even when the metal doors slid shut and whisked them away to the remaining floors.

His hotel room was going to have to be their last minute resort in the meantime. To be fair, it wasn’t a terrible option to begin with. It was safe from prying eyes and provided a bed that Vincente could rest on while he sobers up. There really was no better option. As he yanked out his key and swiped it, he sent a hasty prayer to the heavens above that would bless him with an empty room. He wouldn’t know where to begin if his roommate happened to be inside. Talk about a horrible first meeting. Well, not like he was fantastic with first impressions anyways. He pushed open the door slowly, sneaking a quick peek inside before deeming it safe to pull the siren inside. His gaze fell onto the bed adjacent to his, pristine and untouched that had him wondering if his roommate happened to be out all day, or even has one to begin with. Regardless, that was something to ponder over later. Rey slipped his hand out of Vincente’s, the shared warmth quick to be forgotten as he fetched a cup of water and some medicine. He knew all too well the headaches that can creep up due to generous portions of alcohol and boy can they suck. The cup and pills were placed on the nightstand, meant to be consumed whenever it was needed, before the human stood before the other. With both hands on the siren’s shoulders, Rey pushed the male down onto his plush bed and said, "You’re going to rest and sober up while we’re here. There’s really nothing we can do with you drunk and all." A quick dip in the hot springs was his ideal way to end the first night, but oh well, that can be saved for another day.

Violet trailed up to gaze at the male’s face, hand trailing from shoulder to cheeks that warmed the pads of his fingertips. "You didn’t strike me as much of a drinker, or a big fan of wine…" Lips curved into a faint frown, eyes expressing curiosity as fingers grazed up to press against an equally warm forehead. There his hand pulled away slightly to curl his index finger against his thumb, so that he could gently flick the siren’s forehead. "What made you drink so much, huh?"

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「ℓσ¢αтιση: In his room with Vincente □ ■ ƒєєℓιηg: Responsible for once □ ■ тнιηкιηg: Not only is he perverted, but now drunk. Fantastic. 」

[Azzy-chan89]

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Kiirion let out a hum as Niko commented on his answer. Yes, dangerous was the popular opinion. Only fools and innocents didn't acknowledge the danger presented by another, and Kiirion was neither. Niko held up his end of the deal, though, and revealed who Kiirion's roommate was. Max... Kiirion wasn't entirely sure what Max was. He honestly hadn't paid much attention beyond a quick scan to see if he was a threat. Hearing that he wouldn't be rooming with Zeke allowed the tiny bit of tension to drain from his shoulders. At least he wouldn't have to worry about whether or not Zeke would get bored during the night... he did want to know a bit more about the other boy, Max. Particularly what would possess him to pick a fight with Zeke. But Niko said he would have to ask Max himself. Kiirion raised an eyebrow at the reason. Max was Niko's friend? Kiirion wasn't fooled... Niko's mask was very, very good, and while Kiirion couldn't see through it, he knew it was there. Part of him wanted to laugh, but the game might still be on. Instead, he just chuckled, fixing the incubus with a knowing smirk. "You don't have friends," he replied, almost as if he were reminding Niko. "At least not friends in the traditional sense of the word." Kiirion didn't have friends, either.

His gaze followed Niko's to the ceiling. He could sense... energies. And the use of magic, dark magic. It was familiar to him in the way an old nightmare was familiar; soothing in its familiarity and terrifying in its existence. Kiirion's lips quirked in a smile and he shuddered as he felt the energy swell above them. He honestly wasn't sure if he wanted to run and hide or not. And then he felt the life, Max's life, beginning to ebb. His keen bubbled in his throat, preparing to be let out, and a high-pitched whine escaped him before he could stop it. He clapped one hand over his mouth, one over his throat, and took a step back. The human part of him was screaming for him to run, run run; the Fae part, the part that reveled in death, told him to stay, to keen. Max was dying, it was only a matter of time! His eyes flashed a translucent green and he could feel his throat contract...

No, he told himself in his mind. Wait until the life is truly gone. He forced himself to swallow the keen and lower his hands, though his eyes retained their translucence. Kiirion was angry at himself for losing control like that in front of Niko. The incubus was dangerous, as well, and Kiirion had just made himself extremely vulnerable... he wanted to simply turn and flee, but he would not disgrace himself any further by doing so immediately.

"Apologies," he said quietly. "It appears Max may still be in some danger."

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☸Location: Outside the cafe ☸Mood: Nervous, irritated ☸Company: Niko ☸OOC: Finally posted!

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The reaction Anthony had gotten out of Khaani when he touched his ear was exactly what he had wanted. The redness from his face earlier had come back. He knew what touching the other's ears did to him; and as much as Khaani disliked it sometimes, Anthony found it quite enjoyable. He could recall the first time he had discovered the magical qualities that Khaani's ears held. It was one of the reasons he was fascinated with them and also one of the reasons he would try to touch them as frequently as possible. His own ears weren't very sensitive at all; due to the fact that they were, in his true form, internal, it had somehow meant that the external ones his human form had had very little sensation in them. Anthony didn't try to understand how it worked; he just went with magic and that was it. Regardless, he was curious as to why Khaani's ears were so sensitive, and how they managed to hear so much. Of course, the 'magic' thing was an explanation that could be used for them, just as Anthony's ears weren't sensitive at all, but Anthony wondered if there maybe was a scientific explanation. Regardless of Anthony's curiosity, his main reason for touching Khaani's ears was to get that blush out of him. He found it very appealing on many different levels to make him blush, a fact that was not unknown to the elf. A grin spread across his face as Khaani blushed.

As Khaani answered his question about who he had been talking to, Anthony couldn't help but feel a stab of sadness. There he was, complaining about his mother, when Khaani didn't even have much family left at all. Honestly, though, he does have somebody, you know. You have somebody too. He couldn't help but think about his mother again, back when she smiled all the time and she didn't need anyone but her boys to keep her happy. The memories were painful; a constant reminder of how cruel the world was, a reminder to Anthony why it was dangerous to trust people. A strange look passed over Anthony's face at the thought. What was he doing with Khaani? What was he doing, really? Why had he wanted to go get coffee with him? Who's to say he's not going to hurt you? How do you know you can trust him? It was a thought that Anthony struggled with frequently; why was Khaani different enough that he got almost ALL of Anthony's attention when they were in a room together? Why did Anthony say things to him, and him alone that he would tell no one else? Because he knows pain, just like you. Anthony didn't know much about Khaani's past, but somehow, Anthony knew that he'd been through a lot. Neither of them spoke freely about their past; the relationship they had was a "don't ask, don't tell" kind of one. But you could tell him, you know. Tell him about your past. Anthony frowned to himself. No, no I couldn't. He doesn't need to know. No one does. He thought. Not thinking about it isn't going to make it go away. It'll always be there, regardless if you want it to or not. Look at your mother; she's gone crazy. You can't deny that it didn't happen. It did, now you just need to learn how to cope with it's aftermath.

The last thought made Anthony want to scream. It was true, of course, whether he wanted to admit it or not. It distracted him so that he didn't even notice Khaani had said anything to him for several moments. When his mind finally snapped back into the real world, Anthony blinked and struggled not to blush. good job, idiot, you just completely spaced out, and now you have to tell him you hadn't heard a word he'd said. He scolded himself, rubbing the back of his neck as the elevator doors opened. "I-I'm sorry. My thoughts were distracting me. What did you say about weapons?" He asked, his face getting quite red. "And did you mention something about sparring? Because let me tell you what, that'd be great, but we should get something to drink first." He flashed Khaani a quick, disarming smile. The male was keeping his distance. He must think I'm angry at him... he thought to himself. He didn't want Khaani to think that; he wasn't angry at the male at all. The only person he was angry at was himself. Because you won't admit how you feel about him. It took everything in Anthony's power not to look upset again. He took a step inside the elevator and motioned for Khaani to join him. "Come on, or the door's gonna shut!"

[Knight-of-Noir]

____♕ The Stoic Princess ♕
The Stoic Princess ________☣ Niko the incubus ☣

Chase the heathen call
We belong, you and I
Just don't say it's love!

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"You don't have friends."

Niko raised a cool eyebrow at the changeling. How very candid. He wasn't offended, but the lack of a smile suggested that he might be surprised by the comment. In reality, he was pleased as punch. Conversing with Kiirion had turned out to be a much more interesting prospect than he could have expected. Fae in general had always been of interest to him, but Niko was of the conviction that anything with a bit of human in them was tainted; but maybe this particular one wasn't so bad. At least he didn't smell human.

"Aren't friends just people that you've decided to be loyal to? Is that not traditional?" The incubus's tone was light and casual, his eyes cutting from the ceiling to the changeling before him. The boy's shudder was noted without any noticeable reaction other than a blink. Niko had an entirely different reaction to the dark magic being used on the floor above. It was a rare thing for him to feel such power at the school. It's been a few years... His head reclined against the back of the couch, his eyes falling half shut as he concentrated on the swell of power.

Deep down, he had an instinct to change to a more powerful form; this current one was restricting, holding all the magic in like he was curled up in a container that was much too small. Sometimes it felt hard to breathe, like he needed to stretch his limbs a bit too often. At least he had fed last week, so he was satiated for the next few days.

The sudden whine from Kiirion caused him to lift his head quickly and look over at the boy. A soft smirk, not quite mocking, pulled at his lips. It was amusing, how quickly the young ones spooked. There was no threat to those downstairs - at least, not yet. But Kiirion couldn't help his instincts.

"No apology needed," he responded smoothly, the amused smirk not quite gone yet. It was always nice to see someone else's weakness. He filed that bit of information away to potentially be used later. "Hmm.." The smirk slipped away to a more serious expression. "It seems he usually is. He could benefit from being a bit more cautious." He volunteered the information with a short sideways glance at the boy. In truth, it was an exchange for Kiirion having exposed himself by nearly keening in front of the incubus. His gaze turned back to the book in his lap. "No need to stay on my behalf, if you'd rather not be here." He wasn't quite mocking the boy, more so telling him in his own way that he didn't find any danger in being in their position. The threat was an entire floor above, after all, and Niko didn't think that Kiirion would actually make a slow exit if there were any clear danger.
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Niko is--
✗ In : the lobby
✚ With : Kiirion
✓ Doing : listening/talking
❤ Feeling : amused/interested



OOC (boopboop~)


Azzy-chan89

[Knight-of-Noir]

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It was shock that made Khaani fail to enter the elevator right after Anthony when the doors opened. He couldn't even remember the last time that he'd seen his friend blush such a dark red. It had to have been sometime in the previous school year. So it wasn't until Anthony asked about the sparring that the elf's gaze was able to tear away from the sight. A fond, lazy smile pulled at his lips. Smiling was becoming easier lately. Usually, Khaani wore the weary, over practiced smile that one would find on someone who had to fake it for a living. That, of course, wasn't very far from the truth. Khaani had spent long years faking his affections in order to make his life smoother. He hadn't yet become consciously aware of the change, but lately his heart had felt different. At times it was lighter, but then later he could feel it suddenly become heavy and there was an almost physical sensation in his chest to accompany it. These fluctuations seemed to be directly affected by Anthony's presence.

"It's all right," he said, still smiling. By that time, Anthony was beckoning him into the elevator so he quickly stepped inside, his footsteps light. Once inside, he hit the button for the ground floor, then clasped his hands behind his back and tilted his body so that it faced Anthony. The elevator wasn't terribly large, but Khaani was careful not to stand near any of the corners. It was rare for him to feel comfortable in small, closed spaces. He'd spent too many years nervously scouting an unfamiliar civilization underground to want to willingly stay in cramped spaces.

"I was just thinking that we should have a friendly spar. No weapons, since they probably don't have any here. Besides, I wouldn't want to accidentally get too rough with you." With that final sentence, he tilted his head slightly and gave Anthony a teasing smirk. He wasn't actually upset with the boy at all for having zoned out in the middle of their conversation - but he was still going to tease him. It was actually an attempt to cheer him up. He couldn't know for certain what Anthony had been thinking about, but it was a safe guess that it wasn't something terribly pleasant.

He pursed his lips then in a playful look of concentration. "Though...I could fix you up myself if I needed to." At first, it seemed that Khaani was making another joke, but then he lowered and turned his gaze to his own hand. He'd lifted it, palm up, in front of himself - his fingers stretched slightly as if he were holding something. Small flecks of light had begun to appear in the space above his hand, almost like tiny fireflies that were hovering just above his skin. The elf's expression had smoothed into a look of dreamy concentration. "See?" he asked, raising his gaze back to smile lightly at Anthony as he caught the light and began to massage it between his fingers as if it were some pliable substance. The air around them seemed to shudder - at least, it did to Khaani, and he quickly snuffed out the light by curling his hand into a fist. His eyes raised to the ceiling of the elevator and his lips went into a straight line.

"Did you feel-?" he began to ask, but then the lights in the elevator flickered and the elf's entire body tensed. "Well....someone's upset." His tone was cool and dismissive, but his stiff posture gave away his anxiety. It wasn't so much the fluctuation of energy as the flickering lights that made him nervous. If someone was going to have a fight upstairs, that didn't concern him, but he did not fancy the idea of being stuck in the elevator. He let out an audible sigh as the elevator pinged, the doors opening to allow them access to the ground floor. The elf immediately exited, glancing back over his shoulder to offer a suggestion to his friend. "Let's....stay downstairs for a while, hm?"



location :: first floor, outside elevator. company :: Anthony. thoughts :: that was probably Zeke.... doing :: showing off a little/talking
lookie who decided to reveal his healy powers~

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[Melaeryn]

To photograph is to hold one's breath,
when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality.
It's at that precise moment
that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.

Dawson smiled sweetly as Marshal introduced himself. He studied the male as he talked, thinking to himself. He's very nice looking. I wonder if he'll let me take a picture of him some time... Dawson listened carefully as Marshal explained that he was meeting Aiden, and that he was the new vice president. "Oooooh! Well, it's nice to meet you, Mister New Vice President!" Dawson said brightly. That was exciting, but kind of strange to him at the same time. Everyone had been voted into the student council. This guy was a transfer student, who had never met anyone on campus, and he was automatically put on the council? Dawson would ask him about that later, though he had a feeling that Marshal knew about as much as everyone else. It was quite a peculiar situation, that was for sure, but the guy didn't seem too repulsed by Dawson's talking, so Dawson came to the conclusion that he probably deserved to be on the council anyways. There wasn't anybody on the council, with the exception of Niko, who wasn't downright friendly to just about everyone. Niko gave Dawson the chills sometimes. "I'm sure everyone's going to love you. I already like you. You seem friendly, especially because you didn't tell me to get lost. A lot of people would have..."

Dawson paused a moment and studied the map that they were standing in front of. "I have a built in sense of direction." Dawson commented, nodding to himself as he moved his eyes away from the map and back to Marshal. "Don't worry; we'll be meeting up with Aiden in the lobby in no time! Gosh, I haven't seen any of my friends yet." he said as he thought about it. It was strange; normally he would have run across somebody that he knew. "Anyways. Follow me!" He said as he began walking down the hall that they had just come from. "Everyone on the council is super nice! I'm sure you'll like them better than me. Aiden is a pretty cool guy, but he's always doing paperwork. I keep trying to get him to have a little fun, but it's hard. Julius is one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. Like, seriously. But he's really quiet, and he gets scared really easy, and he's kind of shy. Don't tell anyone I told you this, but he and Aiden are totally dating." Dawson said, nodding seriously. He was enjoying describing all of his friends. "Then there's Vincente and Sebastian. I really don't know too much about them, but like I said, everyone on the council is really nice. Uh... Who am I forgetting... OH! There's Max, who's kind of like our mother. He's VERY protective of us, and that's including you, even though he's never met you before. And then the last person is Niko. I'd just suggest staying away from him. He's... strange." Dawson said as they continued to walk, turning another corner.

Dawson thought for a moment. "I'm sorry! I've been talking so much, I forgot about asking YOU the important questions. Where did you come from? Like, I live just off the coast of Italy. Oh, and what made you decide to come to Ethel? Not that we're not happy you're here, I'm just curious. Do you have any hobbies? I like photography. Are you interested in music? And what genres of music do you like? I play the flute and the Viola, and I sing a little bit, too." Dawson stopped, blushed deeply, and hid his face. "I'm not even giving you a chance to answer these questions. I'm so sorry! I'll shut up now." Dawson shut his mouth, blushing more as they continued walking. What a first impression he was making. Why can't you just shut up sometimes? Geez. You're ALWAYS talking. he scolded himself as he waited for Marshal to answer. The voice that scolded him sounded an awful lot like his father's, and for only a quick second did Dawson's expression waver from the strong, welcoming smile to an insecure, nervous one. It was quickly replaced by the smile Dawson had been wearing before the thoughts he had went through his mind. Glancing down the hall, Dawson knew that the Lobby was close. "We're almost there."

[Melaeryn]

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The cold was enough that it was starting to bite through Julius's coat. He shivered roughly, wishing he had his fur. Unfortunately, they were too close to the lodge for Julius to allow his true form to come out. He longed for a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate, but Fai was determined to go on the hunt. Julius looked nervously around. Yeah, he had been paying attention in art class; he knew that white reflected all kinds of light. While that WAS making the darkness a little less, well, dark, the uneasiness that was building in Julius's stomach would not cease. The clouds were not looking kindly upon the two adventurers, and Julius could sense the storm coming. If he had been home, he would have curled up inside, in his room, and stayed there safely under the blankets until it had passed. Unfortunately, Julius knew Fai wouldn't let him bail. They were so close! Besides, Julius would feel guilty sending Fai off all by himself. They WERE friends, after all. He tried to relax a bit by following Fai's suit and making a snowball, but once he had, he wasn't sure what to do with it. Throwing it at a tree, it exploded into tiny bits of snow as it hit the trunk, and he sighed softly, looking back at Fai.

Unfortunately, Fai was moving already. "Fai! Don't leave me behind!" He exclaimed, following after the colorful male quickly. He was trying to get his flashlight working. That reminded Julius to pull his own flashlight out, and it flickered on. Relaxing a bit at the friendly beam of light, he frowned when Fai stated that he didn't have a plan. Julius wasn't used to not having a plan; Aiden usually had a plan. "W-wing it? Fai, why didn't you- Oh, never mind." He had been about to ask why Fai hadn't thought this through, but it occurred to him that thinking things through wasn't really Fai's... thing. Fai's words then went to the slopes, and Julius nodded. "That makes sense." He replied, holding his flashlight steadily. "Do we have a map of the area? Or are we just walking till we find something?" Julius asked him. He had a sneaking position that Fai was just going to lead them willy-nilly. The sound of a branch breaking nearby startled him, and his face paled even more.

Blinking in the light of Fai's flashlight when he shined it at him, he blushed slightly. "I'm normally pale, Fai. It's just cold out here." He tried to mask his fear, putting a courageous tone in his voice. That apparently didn't convince Fai, who then asked him what his full name was. Great. He's assuming I'm gonna get lost. Julius hid a pout. Yes, he was a little weak, but that didn't mean he was going to get lost. "Uh... My full name? It's Julius Anthony Granderson." It felt weird, saying his full name. The only person who used it was his mother, and it was when she was upset with him. "My full name is Julius Anthony Granderson." He smiled into the beam of light that was slightly blinding him, and he blinked rapidly as the beam moved away from him. They continued moving for a bit, before Fai spun around, pointing his flashlight at something. Julius turned his head in that direction, looking at the red hair, and Julius paused a moment as Fai shouted at him. "Hey, isn't that- Oh! Fai!" Julius squeaked as Fai began pulling him away. That had looked like Sebastian; but what was he doing outside all by himself? Julius didn't have much time to think about it though, because Fai was pulling him farther into the forest.

As the glow of the lodge was engulfed by the darkness of the stormy evening, Julius's fear began to grow exponentially. He was aware of every noise that the forest made, aware of each and every breath that the two of them took. Even the light from his flashlight wasn't comforting. Julius could feel Fai's excitement, and he tried to be excited too. He didn't want to ruin his friend's fun, but he noticed how it had began snowing, and their footprints were being filled up with snow. It would be hard to track them, if they got stuck out in this storm. Fortunately, they were finally far enough away that Julius felt comfortable being in his normal form. His marking glowed a faint red, and white fur covered his whole body, followed by rabbit ears, which caused him to take his earmuffs off. "Don't stare please..." he mumbled, self consciously hugging himself. "And I'm ready to look for bigfoot whenever you are." His ears twitched slightly, and he pulled his camera up, looking at it and making sure it would turn on.

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Where am I? well, um... I'm: Out in the forest
How am I feeling? ...I guess I'm feeling: Nervous
Who I'm with? I'm with: Fai
What I'm thinking: 'We're gonna get lost out here.'
My actions speak louder than my words: fiddling with his camera, trying not to freak out