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PostPosted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 1:11 am

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Dorobo felt the energy source cease giving off power. The winds outside dulled to a simple rattle, before stopping completely. Likewise, the racket of sound, which eerily sounded like two dragon's dueling with flame, claw, and tooth, soon fell off. The drop off was so sudden. One moment, every single one of the people within the school faced eminent death, and the next, they were safe. The Shaman couldn't help but wonder exactly what the hell was going on. Was this a joke? A prank even? Was Dorien just trying to show off, or something of the sort? Whatever the hell he was doing, foolishly doing, it was over now.

Dorobo didn't move however. Something could happen in the next few moments, and they could face death again. Even though he let out a deep and hard sigh, Dorobo was still on edge. His body language told the student's who were watching him that he was still ready to protect them.

After a long, drawn out moment, Dorobo dropped his hammer from it's two handed grip. The heavy head crashed into the tile floor, cracking it under the incredible weight. Dorobo turned his head around, and looked at the students clustered behind him. " It should be safe now. Drop the barrier. " He ordered simply. To all who heard, he sounded tired, and his voice carried and edge of anger or irritation. His chopsticks glowed again, and the Shaman pulled his mana from the hammer. By de-infusing the weapon of his mana, he transformed it back into simple chopsticks. Dorobo noticed that one child was knocked completely out, and the teacher made sure he was fine quickly. After talking with two students for a moment, they carefully woke the unconscious mage up, and two students left the room to go to the infirmary. They exchanged a few final words, and Dorobo sent a forced smile through to the leaving student. He would get out of class today for the injury, Dorobo would make sure of that.

Dorobo waited patiently for the students to all file back to their seats, while he made his way to the board in the front. It was a simple white board, and there were a few markers on a surface that rose perpendicular from the wall. There was an eraser as well, and Dorobo used it to slowly clear off the dust that had accumulated from the magic a few moments before. When everyone was seated, the Shaman turned to look at them all.

Worry was still etched on many of their faces, and fear was the main emotion. It was running high, and there was an obvious tension in the air. " Like I said, what we just witnessed was the spell known as Dragon Slave. It is an incredibly powerful Black Magic spell. It uses the power of The Lord Of Monsters to create wanton destruction on a scale so grand that humanity can not recreate it's magnitude except through the conceptualization of memories and mysteries. It's very dangerous, and our lives were all threatened. " Dorobo recited, in a dull, monotone, and sober voice. He hadn't done much, but he felt tired. Fear and worry did that to an old man.

" There are only two people on campus capable of using that spell at this time. I suppose you are all thinking it was non other than the resident assassin, Alphard Ishtar, who is currently acting as the teacher of Black Magic. I can tell you that assumption is wrong. " Dorobo shot a glance throughout the room. Many people took this as a surprise. She had shot a gun in the cafeteria, and raised a huge ruckus. What would stop her from using such a powerful Black Magic spell to freak out more students? " It was none other than the esteemed Dorien Shields, ladies and gentlemen. Whatever reason he has for doing it, I suggest avoiding him for the time being. " Dorobo turned his head away from the class, long enough to pull the chair out from his teacher's desk, and plop his large frame upon the simple wood. " The boy may have finally snapped... " HE said under his voice, just loud enough for the students to hear.

Dorobo pinched the bridge of his nose, and leaned his head back. " Technically, First Period is now over. You can stay for now, because I assume other teachers won't want to release their classes for a while. It is your choice. "


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PostPosted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 1:43 am

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Guarinot sighed in relief when they were given the clear to drop the barrier. He ceased channeling his mana and knelt down on the ground, just taking a moment to breathe and collect himself. It was only now that he took notice of his heart rate - it was calm. A little faster than usual from the adrenalin, yes. But he had expected it to be pounding at his chest, like it would do when he had to read a report out loud to his class. He couldn't stop the shaking in his hands as he held that piece of paper. But now... now he just sat, waiting for the adrenalin to run its course, to leave him broken down and shaking in fear. But something whispered to him that he wouldn't, and the whisper sounded remarkably like his grandfather.

"Don't let fear control you. What have you got to fear? You are a servant to God, and all you have to do is follow His Word and you'll never fear anything." Death is just his transition from a soldier on Earth to a soldier in Heaven; he didn't realise until now just how much he had believed that. Or maybe it was just all the relentless training, the scare tactics, threats of torture on capture, that had him running on instinct, leaving no place for fear in him. He'd faced the chance of death before - had risked it many times - while serving the Holy Order in France. But nothing like this. Maybe the shaking really will come after and he was just pretending that it wont.

Guarinot heard people shuffling - the one who was injured being escorted to the infirmary, by the Franch teen's assumption. And then they were heading back to their desks. It felt so odd. One moment they were under threat, and the next minute they were back into class mode. Most appeared to just collapse at their desk, shaking. It was something Guarinot almost wanted to do as - the shivering that would expel all the fear from his body, the confusion and anxiety. But he just stood, waiting just briefly for one second for his knees to solidify beneath him, before returning to his desk. He sat down, his note book still open, pen where he had left it. Like nothing had happened. He reached out, took the pen, and looked at his hand. Nothing. Just calm.

Guarinot sighed, blue eyes turning up to Dorobo, a sensation of tiredness niggling at his limbs being recognised at the obvious exhaustion it seemed their teacher was enduring. At least I still have some kind of human reaction. I'm no good being fearless of death - it'll just make me reckless... Guarinot found himself taking notes again, for some reason. His instincts, it seemed, extended beyond the field of battle.

Dragon Slave; (Black Magic)
> Lord of Monsters
= destruction on grand magnitude
Casters; Alphard Ishtar (teacher) & Dorien Shields (student)


Guarinot paused in his note-taking, something taking hold of his attention. He stared down at the notes. Grand magnitude. He read, once, twice, three times. Blue eyes slid back up to Dorobo. The French teen went to raise his hand but stopped, seeing the teacher wasn't looking at them anyway. A few students excused themselves, one mumbling something about needing to go to the toilet.

"... Mister Dorobo...?" Guarinot spoke up, sitting up in his chair a little higher. "The barrier..." He began, pausing now that he thought about the other students. Was it a good idea to bring it up now? So soon? But they were already looking at him, and the Beaumont felt they already knew what he was about to ask anyway. "Would it have held? Against the spell, would we really have had a chance?" He asked, and felt the students look away from him, focusing on Dorobo once more.





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PostPosted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 12:10 pm

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              In all the chaos, Drew had in fact drifted off, it was the same s**t he had experienced last year, just a different Teacher, and this one thought he could Tame Drew, another idiot, Drew did ponder when this school would take a leaf out of its own book and learn something, and that was that the only person who came close to taming Drew was his own mother. And by tame more like become an Attack dog if she was ever insulted or hurt. So he didn't really listen at all to Dorobo's words until, he felt a chill down his spine and the building began to shake. It was then that Dorobo huddled them all into the corner, and Drew knew exactly what was going down, his Scythe would appear in his hand, it offered little protection, seeing as Drew's defense was his offense, a very rare trait and dangerous one to use, he literally only had ONE spell that could defend against what was to come, and it'd take longer to cast it than the force to hit them, but Drew was ready to face this devastation head on. His eyes widened and a flame was lit in their chasms. As the force struck the barrier his teacher had made a laughter was heard coming from him. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHA!!!!! OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING POWER!!!! AMAZING!! I MUST FIGHT THE CASTER!!!"

              The barrier would drop and the all clear was given, the only thing that overrode the thoughts of fighting the caster was the safety of his little princess, he grabbed her and hugged her exceptionally close. "Baby Sis! You're okay aren't you?! That spell had better not hurt you, or there'll be hell to pay for..." In all honesty it would have been another excuse for Drew to fight Dorien Shields, he had always known of the lad, but well he seemed rather pompous to Drew, and he couldn't be dealing with such a person. "Yo Dorobo! About me swearing, and stuff, you should know by now what happens when they step on my toes... The lad shouldn't' have sneezed in my face, and the councilor should not have insulted my mother, her of all people..." The flame in Drew's eyes was still burning, he desired nothing more than to fight Dorien Shields now. That was his current goal and wish. And what's more, he would fulfill it...


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PostPosted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 4:15 pm

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" The Yellow Shaman "
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Dorobo listened idly to the shuffling feet as a few students left the room. One even complained about needing to go and use the school restroom, but Dorobo paid it no mind. He was thinking, and thinking hard. With the way his head hung back on the top of the chair, and his eyes closed tight, one would assume he had fallen asleep. This wasn't so much true, as he was deep in thought. Things such as why Dorien would do this, and if the little prince would even be punished for the transgression. Dorobo knew he had influence, being the son of the head master and all, but still. Threatening so many lives, and on the first day to top it off, would probably mean punishment for even his prestigious self.

Dorobo stirred when he heard his name called. Slowly, his head raised, and he opened his eyes to look at the Beaumont boy again. He was the one with the interesting invocation spell. Dorobo listened, and a weight came over his heart. He wasn't one to lie, especially the students, but this would be difficult to both admit and tell them. The Shaman took in a deep breath before speaking, obviously uneasy about his words. " It's hard to say exactly. If the full power of the Dragon Slave spell had been unleashed, we might as well have been standing behind a paper wall while a flamethrower was being aimed our way. The full power relies on the strength of the Great Ruby Eye, and no human can stand up to that, even if we can use the power through a spell. " Dorobo's deep frown was unsettling. " But, I can tell you this much. Ive felt the full power of the spell being used, and as a scare tactic. It was used by the only other person in this academy who could manage its great power. This was no such full powered spell. It was weakened on purpose, and used to try and incite fear in every single one of us here at the National Institute. "

Dorobo pushed himself up from his seat, and pointed off handedly in the direction where class 2-a would be. " I'll bet that Dorien was trying to scare the ever living crap out of someone by using is spell. So the answer to your question is simple. There's a seventy five percent chance we would have died, even with the barrier up. " Dorobo's words were blunt, like the edge of a baseball bat hitting someone upside the head. There were no two ways about it. Even the weakened spell could have killed them at this proximity. Dorobo wouldn't lie. With a nod of his head, Dorobo turned to address Drew, who had called for him.

" You know what, Clark? I'm not one for excuses, at any juncture in life, especially after the stress of having our lives threatened, I could care less if the poor boy who crossed your path sneezed on you, and called out your mother. One must have control of their emotions and their words at all times. There will always be slip ups. We are far from perfect as humans. " Dorobo slammed his palms on the desk he stood in front of, sending a wave of air to float across the papers. " As a Mage, it is your responsibility to stand up against words of that sort, yes. But is it really worth the breath to curse, worth the energy to punch, and worth your life to engage in a duel to the death, based on a few words and actions taken by a peer? I personally believe it to not be so. And as such, in my presence at least, you will show restraint. You will be calm, collected, and through this, you will gain prestige as a Mage and as a high class family." Dorobo waited a few minutes, his hard grey eyes staring right into the pits of black that were Drew's own. Dorobo was a firm teacher, as he had just shown, and his principles were law within the school as long as he was a teacher. He would not have insubordination, or he would show this young Mage what control and belief did to one's power. " Do you understand me? Because if so, we can finish this, and you may leave for your next class. "

Dorobo remained standing, waiting for the student's answer. He was a powerful Mage, and more than temperamental. Dorobo could expect a spell thrown his way, or even a verbal threat. Physical threats were not out of the question either. Dorobo would respond in kind to the Young Man, be it as it may.


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PostPosted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 7:55 pm

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Blue eyes watched, never leaving Dorobo's, as he waited for an answer. The French teenager did not miss the hesitation; the intake of breath, the... was it pity in the older man's eyes? Guarinot had seen it before, the pity, when they had first sensed the spell being cast. Dorobo had pitied him - for what? For being there? For having gone through what it feels like when someone does begin casting the Dragon Slave? Or, maybe, it was how Guarinot reacted; his shock and lack of understanding.

What we felt, wasn't even the Dragon Slave's full power... Blue eyes fell back down to his hands, resting in his lap. And we had only a sixth of a chance to survive. All because someone wanted to instigate a scare tactic? But the way Dorobo speaks of him - Dorien Shields - this student must have some level of control, of trust, to not bring down the school. A student my age being able to summon such power... no wonder I was pulled back for another year. If this guy can do it, can become this strong, I can too. I have to put more effort into my self! Blue eyes hardened into determination.

Dorobo was reprimanding Drew, and Guarinot couldn't help but remember the way the Clark boy had lost it, like some crazed Tarzan, acting like he was the number one gang member, able to take down anything. Yet there he was, not at all chasing after Dorien like he had implied, but just sitting there, like the rest of them. Perhaps the kid was just attracted to power, wanting to prove himself by conquering it. Guarinot just stayed silent, eyes on the board behind Dorobo, waiting patiently for an opportunity or the class' dismissal before speaking up once more.

As Guarinot waited, he absentmindedly fiddled with Aegis. The leather brace laid dormant on his right forearm, wrapped securely around his flesh. The material was a comfort under his fingers, as he traced its stitching and shape. Dorobo's speech to Drew reminded the French teen of his grandfather; 'prestige of the high class family', 'restraint to act within your bounds', and so on. Not that Guarinot was disregarding these aspects. No, they had been pounded into him. Respect, dignity, and humility; these he valued highly, but they weren't the only aspects he followed. Guarinot knew that, if he had ever broken down like Drew had done, Guarinot would have been severely punished on the spot. No words, no time for excuses, just a silent beating and then a command to repent and orders to train in some harsh but, ultimately, productive way.

Finally, when it seemed everything had calmed down and Dorobo had finally dismissed them all for their next class, Guarinot stood. He hauled his bag up onto one shoulder and gathered his notebook and pen into his hands. Walking calmly down the aisle, stepping over broken pieces of wood from broken furniture every few steps, he headed for Dorobo.

"Sir Dorobo?" Guarinot questioned, waiting to see if the teacher would grant him his attention once more today. "The Dragon Slave spell - has anyone ever made a spell capable of blocking its effects? A barrier or a counter-spell to nullify the casting?" He asked. Surely someone, somewhere, must have attempted such a spell, right? How could they not? Unless no-one has found a power source great enough to hold up the required resistance... That thought sent a small thrill of trepidation down his spine.





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PostPosted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 10:29 pm

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Guarinot flinched as the bell rang - he'd spent far too much time here. And it seemed Dorobo was busy tending to other students, or mainly Drew. The French teen turned, his mind flickering back over to when was talking to Drew's sister, Liselle. She had been quiet the entire time. But Guarinot had issues to deal with of his own. With a bow to Dorobo, Guarinot quickly left teh class room, moving around the other students and rubble of the broken and tumbled-over desks and chairs. Dorobo didn't have the time to answer the Beaumont's question, but what better incentive than that to go do his own research? And, obviously, his own training. If there was a spell, a way to counter or block the Dragon Slave spell, then Guarinot would need to train himself for it. There couldn't be a way that he could cast it when so weak. He needed to train. There were no excuses, and he had wasted enough time.

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PostPosted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 10:48 am

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Dorobo waited idly for Clark's reply. It was slow. Maybe the boy hadn't heard him. Nevertheless, Dorobo soon diverted his attention to the Beaumont boy once again. The question he posed this time was by far more interesting than the others.

Dorobo thought lightly about it. A spell that could block the full power of the Dragon Slave... Did such a spell exist? Well, a spell that anyone could do was probably long forgotten with the turning gears of heaven and time. But, were there other abilities that could do it? Surely, there absolutely had to be. Possibly some form of a Noble Phantasm could manage the power required. Dorobo reminded himself that many great things could be done with the weapons an invocation user held.

It reminded the Shaman he had to continue training to gain his own. Gilgamesh, the great hammer, was a mighty weapon. Becoming a Noble Phantasm would only make it better.

Dorobo looked up, ready to reply. Just as his lips parted, the bell rang. It was loud, and only lasted for a few moments. Dorobo blinked, closing his mouth. Everyone began to file away, going off to do whatever it was they had next planned. Dorobo shrugged. He surely had Beaumont in another one of his classes, and the question could be answered later. Shrugging, Dorobo stood up from his desk, and began to collect a few papers. Things that the missing teacher would have grabbed, like naming charts and the like. Dorobo was subbing the History class on top of his usual Advanced Course, so he'd need the material." Class is done for today, ladies and gentlemen. Be quick to the next one. I'd prefer not to get berated for keeping you too long. " Dorobo said lightly to the stragglers.

A moment later, Florence floated into the room beside him. She looked worried, but the look in Dorobo's eyes kept her from posing questions right then. She had a decent idea of what had gone down while she was gone anyways. Dorobo turned for the exit, and with slow footsteps, began walking from the room.


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After the shaking had stopped and the spell was no more, Liselle realized that she had no recollection of the incident. Instead, she stood there, with her great sword Shooting Star glowing with a furious golden light. How? I don't understand... She though, somewhat scared by the loss of time. Had she blacked out? This type of thing had never happened to her before and that alone scared her more than not quite knowing what had happened but a few moments ago. And then he was there, her knight protector. It was Drew, and he was asking her if she was ok. Liselle couldn't bring herself to answer and simply hugged her brother, her sword flickered and shimmered into a small silver ring. The bell rang and she knew it was time to go to her next class, even though she wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up in her brother protective embrace. "Don't worry about little me, I am fine brother." Liselle eventually spoke before turning and following the other kids out and into the hallway.
 

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