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 Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 8:48 am
An invitation had been given to a relatively popular Crystal girl. A girl that Ladon, or maybe more specifically "London" had walked up to chatting on the side of the gymnasium of Crystal. It was never hard to spot the girls that knew they ran the school, and also those who could give a damn about rules. Crystal girls just gave it off more, an extra layer of the expensive perfume they wore. An undertone.
He gave her an invitation, and while she could have snubbed it off, London had the confidence and the no-caring attitude down for this adventure. Mainly because he knew that his plan hinged on her spreading the word, and once he noticed she might not take the bait, he went to someone a little lower in the totem pole. Really, it didn't matter whose interest he got. He just needed a group of girls. The one was a friend of the popular girls, one he cornered after the first attempt left. She was eager to please, excited to be involved, and had the mustered flair of superiority that just couldn't hide her tenderness. Just not yet.
He would have felt sympathy if he wasn't concerned about other matters of business.
She took the bait and he left. It wasn't till Saturday, the weekend, that he appeared again. The invitation had been simple. He pretended to be a rather cool girl who had connections to all the hip places in the city. She had word that there was a rave in town, one of those parties that just sprang up in some abandoned lot overnight and was gone come morning.
To add a restriction (he didn't need the whole blasted school showing up), he said there was a van taking them there. Her boyfriend was giving them a ride – but he only had so many seats. So the girl could only invite 5 other people. A good small group. One he could manage.
And they showed. He noticed them in the gymnasium, in the dark, whispering, at the meeting place he had discussed. They looked around and dressed in their finest out-of-top, too cool, straight from the designer best.
Then, among their clatter, the footfalls of his Mary Janes clacked on the floor, and he moved from the shadows where he was watching toward them. "Hello ladies. I see we're all ready to go." He said, imitating his best girl-voice. It was probably the only time where his less than deep voice was actually useful to him. "My boyfriend will be right along to pick us up. In the meantime, I have the wrist rings we need to get in. I got them from my friend yesterday. If we don't have them, they won't let us in." He didn't have wrist badges. He just needed them to drop their guard. This would be his first big energy drain. He tried it on single people. Making sure he had the technique down. But 6 people. That was different.
He only hoped that it attracted the sort of attention he wanted. The supernatural kind.
"Now stick out your arms and close your eyes. I have it with my wallet and I don't want you guys all peaking where I have it." The note was playful, like a child telling the girls she was going to slip them a candy in their hands. Innocent. Sweet.
((Wolframite (+youma), Lydia, Albali, Polaris, Ares, Birhan))
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:36 pm
Since starting at Crystal Academy, Lydia had done everything she could to put herself out there. For the first time in her life, she was away from her parents, able to make her own decisions (to a degree), and around a bunch of interesting people. She wasn't the most popular girl on campus by any means- no freshman could be, unless they were actual royalty or something- but she was slowly making friends and finding interesting things to do.
The party was not one of those, initially. Lydia knew the girl who'd first scored the invites, but a sophomore she knew, Svetlana Poliakov, had. Svetlana, or 'Lana' to her friends, was bragging about it to her intimates, spreading the word to her BFFs. Lydia was too new to be in anyone's inner circle, but she'd been at the right place at the right time.
"I'm not sure you're up for it, though," Lana had warned. "This isn't just any party. Things could get a little... rough." And she giggled, inciting the rest of the girls to laugh with her.
Lydia laughed along with the rest of them. "Don't worry about me," she told them with a grin. "I can take care of myself."
So Lydia found herself with Lana and four other girls, dressed to kill (or in Lydia's case, dressed like she fell out of an explorer's suitcase) and waiting for one London Herder. Lana was bragging about how awesome this would be, and the others were agreeing. Lydia nodded every once in a while, but was looking around, waiting for their ride to arrive.
It didn't take long. From the first, it was clear to Lydia why a girl like London was organizing this event. She, like Lana, exuded confidence, and she clearly knew what she was doing and why. If fun was her goal, Lydia had no doubt that they were going to have a blast.
So, while the others looked at each other with varying degrees of uncertainty at London's request, Lydia promptly shut her eyes and held out her hand. If that was all that London needed for them to get on their way, she wasn't going to be the one to keep them waiting.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:08 pm
Lydia would soon know the error of not taking that advice, but then again, so would Lana. As the girls collected and gave suspicious looks, London held his breath and waited. Then, looking at him, the girls realized that a cute girl in curls and their uniform was nothing to be worried about. She had no gun and it wasn't like she was going to fight them or steal their purses. She was small, chipper, and offering them the time of their lives. They were all eager to get the show on the road and being held up on just closing their eyes seemed silly.
It wasn't.
As all the girls finally closed their eyes and London checked, he smiled and breathed out. In a familiar ripple, the 'girl' vanished from sight and was replaced by Wolframite. The Negaverse Captain wasn't concerned now. In the few moments they closed their eyes, they would be well on their way to getting weak and tired. By the time they opened their eyes, it would be too late.
Hand out, he closed his eyes and concentrated. That was the most vital part of it all. Even though he wasn't a lieutenant, he wasn't a General-King either. While it wasn't necessary, he did hold his hand out at the center of all the girls and breathe in slowly. His other hand raised up and he started to feel the prickle of energy trail through the air, up and then start pooling high into his raised hands. Small tendrils of energy escaped the girls as their energy slipped from their bodies and rose high into the air, collecting into a large ball. First small, but slowly growing larger. Already he noticed a girl sagging, and she opened her eyes, surprised by what was going on. Before she could even attempt to stagger back, she fell down in a swoon and mumbled something. It was too late now.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:30 pm
Nothing happened, Lydia noted with frustration. She felt nothing around her wrist, heard no signs of their hostess pulling out the goods she'd promised. All she could feel was the cold night air on her legs, and the fact that she was suddenly very, very sleepy. Which simply would not do if she was supposed to attend a party.
"H-hey, wha's the stoy?" she asked, her words slurring from sheer exhaustion. Should she have taken a nap that afternoon? Did shopping for a new outfit that day really take such a toll on her? Lydia waited for another few moments before, in sheer frustration, opening her eyes again. It was a lot harder than she'd thought it would be, and by the time she managed to do it, she had unconsciously fallen to her knees, unable to stay standing.
London was gone. In her place was a person (boy? girl? Since all Lydia could see at first was a pair of knee-high boots, it was hard to tell) in an outlandish costume, seemingly looming over her and her fallen friends. She struggled, wanting to tell him off- or at least ask where he got his clothes- but by now, speech was impossible. Lydia tried to reach forward, but instead toppled over, her forehead scraping against the concrete.
The pain gave her a moment's clarity, and she managed to roll over on her side. From that angle, the person in black felt about ten feet tall, his one visible eye seemed to be glaring at her, and even his boots looked menacing. Suddenly being awake wasn't so attractive anymore, which was just as well, since her energy was exhausted. Shuddering slightly, Lydia's eyes closed again.
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