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 Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 4:26 am
Woonren Giyari Woonren ((I'm just picking whatever random songs pop into my head. >.> I just happened to have been listening to Saint Jimmy at the time I posted this, so I decided on that. *rolls eyes* I'm switching around to all different styles, you're not going to like all of them....)) ((Wooreeeeennnnn!!! D: I feel unloved here crying )) ((You said it shuddered and creak, the music's doing that anyway. It won't exactly get noticed easily... I'll do a music change while I'm at it.... Something I like. >.>)) ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLTSBvXRwMI((I said " taking out the foundations at said corner, causing the stage to shudder and creak rather unsettlingly" Make it faaalll twisted ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 11:54 am
((Fine...)) The figure felt the stage shake beneath his feet, originally believing it to be the music, it was creaking a little louder than it should, and shaking a little further than it should too. He took hold of the scythe, the eyes hidden behind the mask turning a bright shade of violet. "First seal, release," they said, an explosion of hundreds of different lights bursting around them, darting into the stage and the ground under it. The stage rose more, two large skeletal arms reaching out of the ground and taking hold of the stage, keeping it from moving more. Behind the stage, the torso of the skeleton rising up behind the stage, the head peering over it, the mass of lights moving through its eyes. The figure glared out over the crowd, daring whoever had done it to do it again. "Never mess with a Necromancer," he said, hitting a few more keys on the board as he did so. He was honestly surprised that he had enough energy to manage it... and he probably would be half dead when he was done with it. He could probably make it do something small, but other than that he was going to need a lot of sleep. Good thing he never did anything anyway. "Now if you don't mind, let's get back to what I was doing," he said, picking up the next song as he finished the one before. ((To placate someone.... >.> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYDmaexVHic )) ((Totally did not rip that off from Faust from Shaman King *cough coughs*))
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 5:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 12:49 am
(( >.> That made my ears bleed....))
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 4:30 am
Düthmér Ingeitum – Grumpy dwarf
Shut that crap up!
To Düthmér, the blaring music had been annoying from the beginning. The rumbling as it had came out of the ground had been enough to make him want to severly hurt the person behind it, but the music had changed that to a want to kill. Thankfully, only thing he done was make a small mobile Emp out of a few 6 volt batteries, a broken remote controle, various pieces of stone and metal and a simple spell of invisibility. If he couldn't hurt or kill the person, he could at least stop the shrill screech they were calling music. Dropping it out of the nearest window, it bounced before righting itself and making it's way towards the stage. Thankfully, it made it to the stage with no problems and trotted next to the speaker system. With a pop, it sent out an Emp large enough to short out anything on the stage, as well as anything another ten feet beyond that. "That's how you do it. Remove the chance to recover." Safe up in his workroom, Düthmér mentally applauded the last person who had tried to stop the music before him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 5:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 3:51 pm
James was to busy playing the song to notice the attack on his stage, for the first time since he'd joined the school he was actually... happy. But... apparently no one liked it when he was happy. The music stopped, and his eyes shot open. He hit the keys on the keyboard, pressed the power button, tried everything. Was someone really that much of an a*****e? The keyboard was his prized possession... his mom had spent most of her savings on this keyboard... it was just some music... was it really necessary to destroy everything?
He looked around, looking at the rented stereo equipment.... That had cost him most of his savings just to rent, now he had to spend more than he had since they'd been broken. His emotions were all over the place, but first and foremost in his mind was rage. If he was a different kind of person, he probably would've gone on a killing spree right now. But he wasn't.... ******** them all, he was sick and tired of it all... all the crap he'd put up with since he'd come to this school. Lights shot out of the rest of the band, causing them to collapse into piles of ash. The stage quickly followed, James becoming covered in the ash as he fell.
Lifting his scythe out of the ash, he moved through the crowd, shoving everyone out of the way. Since he'd stopped using his powers, his eyes had switched back to green, and his body was screaming in protest at every movement. It was music... someone was that much of an a** that they couldn't put up with it until he was done, or just find some way to stop listening... he wasn't that close that it was either listen blow up the god damn stage.
As he passed through the door of the school, the ash exploded off his body, settling on the ground. He was done putting up with the crap he put up with at this school. He was going home... he didn't give a ******** about his powers anymore. He ripped of the mask, stomping on it as he walked, still ignoring the exhaustion that filled his body from his overuse of his abilities. He breathed heavily as he tore off the cloak, tossing it behind him as he headed towards the dorms.
James... think about this for a little bit, you are upset, came Reaper's voice through his thoughts. This was his fault. He was the one that'd talked him into giving the concert in the first place. If he hadn't he'd have just kept going... nothing would've happened to his keyboard, he'd have graduated at the end of the year, and he could've put the hellhole behind him forever. No... he was just going to go home.
His movement became more labored as he walked, his body going completely limp as he took another step. He started to fall, but caught himself, sitting up, his body still mostly limp. He looked up, his eyes purple again. "Sorry James," Reaper's voice said, out of his mouth, "But you at least need a few days' worth of sleep before we go running off." He walked slowly, almost zombie-like as Reaper had trouble controlling the exhausted body. Eventually, they wound up in front of the infirmary, where James collapsed on his front, the scythe clattering to the ground next to him.
The souls erupted from his body all at once, twirling around each other in a small tornado, before taking on Reaper's armored form. "That was more difficult than I had expected," he said. "Would probably be easier with more than one seal to work through," he added with a grunt. He walked through the door of the room, making himself visible to the naked eye as he did so. "Could I get some assistance out here?" he called, fairly nonchalantly.
((The reason this took so long is he had three ideas on how to deal with it. >.> Go on a killing spree, try to kill himself, or this... it took me this long before he calmed down enough not to do the first one))
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 7:50 pm
Sitting atop a roof near the courtyard, GREEN and BLACK had been watching and listening to the musicians with curiosity.
"What do you suppose is the actual point behind their activities?"
"It's music dude... Don't you understand music?"
"It seems as though I do not."
"Well good, 'cuz it's one of the few things I do get. That and killing s**t."
"Of course."
"Do me a favor and open up Gate 39."
"Why, what do you have stored there?"
"My guitar man, get it out for me."
With a rather simple gesture with both hands, Mr. BLACK opened up a rather small, perhaps 3" wide, opening on the roof itself. After several seconds of fishing around inside, he pulled out a green acoustic guitar and handed it to his partner.
GREEN walked to the edge and sat down, letting his legs hang over as he began to strum out "The Times They Are A Changing" by Bob Dylan, singing loud and with a surprising degree of talent as he looked out across the school grounds.
"Come writers and critics who prophecize with your pens, and keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again. And don't speak to soon, for the wheel's still in spin. And there's no tellin' who it is namin', for the loser now will be later to win. For the times they are a changin'."
Mr. BLACK only sat by and observed, his logical mind apparently incapable of grasping an abstract thought such as song. That was how they had always been though, for as long as they could both remember; BLACK was concrete and detail oriented, whilst GREEN was abstract and erratic in everything he did. They were two halves to a whole, each countering the others weakness with a strength. This fact alone may have been why Riser deployed them to the school; as a team, they were far more powerful than either would ever be alone.
"Hm, I need a harmonica for this part...s**t. Oh well, fun while it lasted."
"I still do not fully understand the message you were attempting to convey with that."
"Well it ain't like I wrote it, it was Bob Dylan. He was singing about some racial riots or unrest or something, I don't know, something that doesn't matter now 'cuz America don't even exist anymore."
"...So, what do you suppose we do should Setsuka actually break my barrier."
GREEN looked up suddenly, it wasn't like BLACK to speak like this. He was logical, but optimistic in most counts.
"Well...I suppose we could blow the whole ********' place up."
"Like you did to our house?"
"HEY! It didn't 'explode', I just stored gunpowder in the attic and lightning hit it! Then it was all like PEW PEW PEW PEW KABOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 7:59 pm
((Sorry, I know the above has little to do with anything beyond a bit of background about BLACK and GREEN, but im BORED! for the love of Christ (or lack thereof in my case), somebody come talk to them or ******** something!))
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:58 pm
{{Huh. Gone for almost 2 weeks and there's nothing for me to respond to still.}}
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 6:11 pm
((I knowwwwwww, nobody is doing anythinggggggggggggggggg. burning_eyes ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 7:12 pm
{{I KNOW!! lol. This is the same thing in almost all the stories I'm in or used to be in. And most of the people who say they're too busy to RP are actually joining other RPs or starting new ones. It's like, what the heck?? You are not too busy! lol!! You know what I mean? wink }}
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 9:57 pm
(oooooook skipping place)
Kai flew back in the large clearing. once a goblin village, now a bunch of burnt out tents. A behemoth of a Earth wyrm standing in the middle of the chaos as Goblins tried in vain to fend it off with sharp sticks and rocks. It wasn't the goblins it was worried about however it was the silver wing getting in it's way from attacking the school.
"Puny human, your Kin will pay for it's transgressions against my kin with your assured destruction." It roared menacingly. The massive trees and bushes that hung from it's rock covered back shook vigorously as it swept a crowd of goblins aside impaling some on it's giant claws.
"You not making any sense! The school hasn't done anything to dragons for the past three hundred years!" Kai returned as Ned the zombie he had raised to rebuild the school stepped to his side.
"Sir it appears...," He stopped as his eye popped out of it's socket and hung loosely off decayed flesh. He pushed it back in with a *Pop!* and continued, "Sit it appears you won't get through to him he's far to enraged to even care what you have to say."
"Perhaps your right, I'll ask Ophi once this is done ... How do you kill a dragon made of nothing but plants and earth?"
"I'm a zombie, I'm only covered in dirt I'm not a master in it, how the hell am I to know?"
"Point made," Kai said leaping forward his Silver-wings Shimmering Like the moon as the dragon swung one of his mighty claws to block the attack, and send Kai Flying into a crowd of zombies. "Ouch ... Sorry snot-foot."
"Snot-foot K silver one, kill dragon now?"
"Yes snot-foot kill dragon now." He said hopping off the crushed goblin as his sword reappeared in his hand.
"You may have defeated my Icy Kinsman but I shall not fall so easily I have withered the slash of thousands of your blades and spells, and destroyed countless heros! You shall be no different."
"Ugh I hate egotistical dragons ... speaking of which what ever happened to Ialo?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 1:55 pm
Cuwen {{Ah! Thanks for the 2nd source of proof, Victoria! I'm glad it wasn't just in Wikipedia, then. smile That's not always the best source for information. lol. On that page, it says that even caffeine is considered a psychotropic drug! lol!!}} Lin smiled softly when Dymetri slipped one of his hands in between hers in her lap, and then she gripped his hand back with both of hers, cradling it in her lap as if it were a priceless treasure. To her, he was. She turned her smile up to him and then rested her chin on his shoulder. Her eyes were sparkling up at him. She gently moved one of her hands from his and cupped the side of his face. Her thumb slowly traced his cheekbone. "I would prefer not to partake in that activity, Dymetri, but I will not think poorly of you if you wish to. As I mentioned, it is a natural substance and as long as you don't abuse it or become dependent on it, I do not see anything wrong with it. I trust you and your judgment. I just do not wish to participate because I like to always have my facilities about me. I am afraid to possibly lose control over my mind or have hallucinations. I would rather keep my interaction with the plant on a strictly medicinal level." She kissed his lips softly and then pulled back slightly again. She was smirking slightly. "However, I was thinking it might be nice to have a small get together in your dorm room sometime this week. We could invite classmates you will meet this week and anyone else who might want to come. You should meet your classmates and develop some friendships. Plus, I think it would be fun to have a small party in your room. What do you say?"
Dymetri raised a brow and pursed his lips. "I never previously thought you were the sort who denied trying new things. Why, whenever my lips graze over yours or the slightest touch of my hand gets the pleasure of meeting with your own, I always lose control of my mind; all I see are colors and fireworks. My perception of reality is warped whenever I'm near you. Of course, that would mean you'd prefer our meetings to be on a strict professional level. And we've already tried that," he said, smirking and placing a hand over her own that which was on his face.
He smiled at her with his eyes. "That's a lovely idea, Lindolyn," he cooed. "That would be catastrophic, my only friend at school being my mate, don't you think?" he said sarcastically, with a grin.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 2:20 pm
((I'm still waiting on someone to notice James. <.< He's sort of passed out in front of the infirmary still.... With Reaper looking for someone to help him))
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