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 Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 4:50 pm
House Almedha is the second oldest and the only female of the Four Black Dragon Tribe. Almedha corresponds roughly to the element of Earth; Almedga was the only Black Dragon that refused to take flight for that she lost her wings and gained the toughest skin out of all of her brothers. It’s said that Almedha couldn’t be cut by any weapon even if she was stabbed in her eye the weapon would slide off as if it was cutting steel. Students of Almedha House are known to be hard-working, friendly, loyal, honest, and overbearing. This may be due to how Almedha reacted after her son was killed in the war and cried for one thousand years that she left behind this parental strength and bound to those to succeed her name. Almedha appears to have the least rivalry with the other houses and because of this they are rather great host. The Almedha House often throws parties during the off season and even on the weekends, some say they are a bunch of party animals but when it comes to getting serious the Almedha never back down from a fight. Their cheerful and friendly demeanor is what makes them so frightening in a fight.
UniformThe males wears a uniform similar that of a formal suit. It mainly consists of: a white vest, a black dress shirt, a red tie, a white pair of pants and a white jacket. The Almedha uniform is also customized with the black lining design, customized rose buttons and cuff links.
The females wears a similar design, with their uniform color being also predominantly white along with the intricate black lining design. The uniform consists of a white jacket, black dress shirt, red ribbon, white mini skirt, black knee high socks and a pair of dark colored boots. It also comes along with the customized rose insignia buttons and cuff links.
All the Almedha uniforms are laced with chain mail to ensure they won't be killed very easily from any blade making them take on the appearance of being as powerful as Almedha herself.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 2:30 pm
 Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || ExwireAlexandria passed through the snow covered gate of the Almedha house. The main building held the architecture not unlike the Japanese tenshu. It had two visible eaves as she passed through the gate. Highly ranked exorcists often stayed within the main building. That building was also often the place where parties and other gatherings between students were held. Almedha was after all one of the more gracious hosts out of the different houses. Alexandria cut through one of the snow covered paths to structure that had been built in front; it looked much like a hotel- in a massive three-story “U” shape. Although, had similar style to that of the tenshu structure behind it. A majority of the students stayed within these halls.
Approaching one of the many side-entrances Alexandria stepped up the steep concrete ‘porch’- if it could be called that. In more temperate weather it wasn’t uncommon that the students would leave their sandals outside. Or, at least, take their shoes off before entering the hallway. However, during this time of year mats were simply placed on the opposite side of the glass sliding doors. She slid one of the doors just enough to slip inside; closing it quickly behind her.
The air inside was quite warm- almost sticky in comparison to the chill of the outside world. Alexandria found herself quickly stripping off her coat and digging her boots into the mat before walking down the hallway to another sliding door. Unlike the doors to the outside world- the doors to the rooms were made from clouded glass and solid cream-colored screens. Placing her boots on the ground near the wall and her charcoal coat over her leather bag; Alexandria slid open the door to her room. It appeared she had a roommate- both their bags and boxes on separate sides of the room. Although the girl wasn’t yet there. The room had an odd symmetry to it and more modern interior to her room she had the previous year. For Alexandria, the interior was a bit distasteful- but it would do. She began to unpack her things, setting out a small number of them. Namely a few small boxes made of different types of wood. Although one of the boxes was notably long and made from a dark walnut. The only other distinguishable feature being a small keyhole centered on one side of the box. Alexandria also set out her hakama and a rose-colored chain which featured a number of keys- one being a golden key, her key to some of the Academy’s secrets.
She spent some time organizing her bed with some of bedding she had brought from home as well as placing other sheets, towels and things in the drawers underneath the bed. As well as organizing her clothing within her closet before taking a towel, as well a short bath robe with long sleeves.
Alexandria spent some time in the shower letting the warm water pour over her. She would clothe herself with the short robe after she dried her skin- throwing her hair in her towel and over her head as she finished unpacking and organizing her things. Finally placing the final item- a small fox like stuffed animal given to her by her sister, Emma, against her pillows. Alexandria sat at the desk for a short while as she bushed her hair and tied it back into a large Korean bun near the top of her head. She slipped into plain white undergarments before putting on a much more colorful mint colored kimono. It featured furisode-style sleeves and a floral print. Shortly after she was securing her hakama, finishing with a small bow that was tied off-center towards her left. She then approached the rest of the items she had left out- opening the smaller boxes removing their contents. Alexandria placed two small bags before her; one contained different varieties of poisons and their antidotes and the other was her arrangement of explosives and other things. She tied the bags securely to her waist- angled towards her left side. Mainly so she could access either of the bags with her free hand. Finally she approached the long walnut box taking with her the chain of keys; quietly unlocking the box to revel Avarice. The blade its self was concealed by a black sheath- the elaborate pommel sticking out in the velvet covered casing. She quickly took it from the casing and tied the black ties to her waist as well- the blade rested easily against her right side. After placing the rose colored chain around her neck she tucked it under the collar of her kimono before placing the boxes in the closet- her other blade within one of the boxes. They were hidden with her other bags and things to make them appear ordinary.
After lacing up her black boots once more, she went to the bath room. There was a small key hole in wall opposite the sink. Closing the bathroom door she pulled the chain once more from her blouse and unlocked it. Proceeding into the labyrinth she closed the door behind her- careful to lock it once more before continuing on her way.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:31 pm
Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || Exwire
Alexandria took an obscure route towards the Almedha house. Taking her time to take in the cold air- only thing that could make her walk any better was if perhaps she was able to just hike in the mountains somewhere, or if she wasn't feeling a bit tired. The battle wore on her energy; the constant use of her acrobatic skills was more intense than a ‘typical’ battle. But then again it was do or die. She idly wondered how much of it she would feel in the morning.
Alexandria hoped none of the students were out for a late night stroll- hoping the weather was too “severe” for most people’s tastes. While she enjoyed the snow and the cold, looking like she’d just left some kind of accident also wasn't an impression she wanted to leave. Her mother always lectured her in her younger years about such a thing- how not only is the first impression important but so is how you “end” a conversation with someone. The logic being that it will be some of the first things they think of when they see you once more. Alexandria’s mind drifted to the past, she had kind of ignored Victor- brushed off his concern as if it were nothing. To her it wasn't anything terribly special; she was proud of her talents but sometimes forgot others saw things very differently. ‘I’ll just see how things are tomorrow I suppose.’ She thought as she looked up to the dark sky, the moon was cloaked with clouds and the stars seemed to hide. The sky instead being lit up dimly by snowflakes as they caught the light off street lamps and the alike.
After a while she found herself in the snow covered courtyard of the Almedha house and towards one of the many side-entrances. Alexandria slid the sliding glass door open and quickly closed it behind her, digging her boots into the mat the Almedha house staff had put out. She made her way down the hallway and slid open another door and closed it behind her. The room was dark, dimly illuminated by the light of the hallway. Her roommate appeared to be asleep, as a figure twisted and turned towards the wall to avoid the sudden light. Alexandria rummaged through her closet for her pajamas and a towel and then headed to take a shower. Turning on the hot water she began to scrub her body with soap to cleanse herself of dust and dirt. The hot water was soothing to her muscles as they began to loosen up. After a short while she turned the water off, dried off, and put her pajamas on. After a short while she was laying in her bed setting an alarm for the next day on her phone. Wasn't long before she fell asleep.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 7:52 pm
Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || ExwireAlexandria would of probably have seemed in a rush to passersby’s as she reached the covered landing. Quickly letting herself in- not caring if she brought the snow with her as well as she trekked off towards her dorm room. It was far down the hall way and she could hear her ice-coated boots squeak a little bit as they met the birch floor boards. Reaching her room she quietly slide the door open once more, her roommate was likely in class or having lunch- not unlike most the student body. Once with in the room she quickly went towards her closet opening its doors and rummaging through her things until she found the appropriate boxes.
After unlocking them she quickly secured them to her waist, Avarice was easily accessible from her right side while the other two bags- containing poisons and different explosives were more accessible to her left side. Finally removing her combat knife from her bag she strapped it high on her left thigh. Alexandria pulled her long black sock over the base of the blade’s holster. The K-bar was something of a last resort but none the less- it was also a blade that could actually cut things too.
With her gear in order Alexandria once more left the house of Almedha.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 12:02 am
  His living arrangements had been switched during their vacation, and he was now to reside within the Almedha House. When he had actually arrived within the large house, he was quick to find his room, and inside, his things packed into various boxes. Dropping Celebron off atop his bed, he looked at his new uniform before running his hand along it. It felt nice, and directly besides it was a light-looking chain mail that as to be worn with his new uniform as well. Placing Durandal on his bed besides Celebron, he began to undress himself, and after unbuttoning his shirt, he hung it up on a hangar that rested on his now closed room door. His shoes and socks were the next pieces of clothing to be removed, and with them off as well, he stood in his room wearing nothing but his pants and the boxers beneath them. For a moment, he looked at his body in order to examine the cuts and bruises that he had truly sustained. Surprisingly enough, there were a lot more than he had initially counted or could have seen to begin with. Putting his hand to the cut on his cheek, he flinched instinctively at the pain before clenching his fists.
Those Hobgoblins had gotten the better or him, and merely because there were far greater numbers than anything they had expected. "You should clean off. Blood is not really befitting of a male the girls of this Academy call the Prince. Oh, my Prince, whatever has happened to your face!? Blah, blah blah. It makes me want to throw up on them sometimes. Can I do it once? How about to the males that whisper about you secretly like their better at anything? Can I leave them nice surprises?" While Celebron continued questioning him on what he could and could not do, Lloyd was shifting through his repositioned things in order to find a specific bath salt that his family held within their possession. It was supposed to alleviate the stress put on the body after extended fights. Since he had to bend down to get into his bag, when he stood upright, every part of his body screamed at once. His face showed his pain and as he adjusted slowly, he released a soft breath before moving to the bathroom. The water was turned on, and after stopping the exit of water through the bathtub's drain he watched the water within slowly begin to take on the shape of the bathtub. Filling the tub with the bath salts, he watched as the bubbles began to form in the water. Stepping back out into the main room where Celebron was pacing back and forth along the bed, he spoke up.
"No, Celebron. You can not go and defile their personal belongings, scratch their faces or legs, have inconvenient hairballs at opportune moments. If I am to be seen as a Prince of sorts, then you will have to be my loyal and respected discolored cat. The young women that gave me the title of Prince also seem to be easily fascinated by small cute animals. Do you know what that means?" questioned Lloyd as he put the bath salts back down into the box that they had come out of. Immediately after saying so, Celebron fell backwards into a fold in the bed sheets before acting as though he had died. "You know, only dogs have been known to play dead. What ever will I do about my dead dog now?" Laughing, he walked back into the bathroom. There was no need to close the bathroom door since only he and Celebron were in the room, and as it stood, he had no roommate, and probably not enough space for one even if he wanted one. Removing his pants and boxers, he through them directly on top of Celebron before standing just before the tub. Sliding in, his entire body heated up at once before it adjusted to the temperature, thus allowing him to slide into the soothing waters. Submerging himself beneath the waters, he felt the pent up tension slowly dissipate before he brought up himself back to break the surface of the water. Pushing the water out of his hair, he leaned back against the tub before closing his eyes. "Thousands of Hobgoblins all break loose in the school causing the evacuations of all the students. Not just an outbreak, but an outbreak with a sped up multiplication process, and no Queen to report to. Vesalius, the game master, and Pandemonium. He said some of us had already taken part in the first part of Pandemonium's battles. So, what does Pandemonium have in store for us? Will it live up to its name of Pandemonium? Are there more battles against various hordes of other demons?"
Unable to find answers in his thoughts, or by going over what he knew already with the information provided, he sighed. "Celebron, I need you to bring my phone from my pants pocket for me. Please?" While he could hear his familiar grumbling at him, the Cat Sidhe had placed the phone on the arm of the tub before returning to Lloyd's bed. Grabbing the phone, he quickly dialed his great grandfather's private cell phone number, and when the elder male picked up, Lloyd began immediately. "I know I asked you to hold a secret for me earlier, but now, I need your help in uncovering a mystery, if you will. Do you know of a man by the name of Vesaius? We students of True Cross Academy have been entered into something called Pandemonium. See what you can find out about him, and then please, please get back to me as soon as possible."
Knight || Tamer || Page
Strength: 50 || Defense: 75 || Mobility: 55 || Qi: 3,200
Intelligence: 43 || Weapon Arts: 97 || Martial Arts: 35 || Accuracy: 40
Fatal Verse: 12 || Demonic Control: 60
Word Count: 964 || OOC:
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 11:00 pm
The rest of his conversation with his great grandfather on Vesalius and Pandemonium had continued on for quite some time, in that time span Lloyd had exited his bath before clothing himself in sleepwear. After finally having managed to get the elder male off of the phone, Lloyd had remained atop his bed for the remainder of the night. Lost in both thought and action, he merely kept quiet. Even Celebron's voiced complaints on the silence were not enough to snap Lloyd out of the trance he seemed to be caught within. When he continued to draw blanks, he yawned and closed his eyes before drifting off to sleep.
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To say that he slept for the remainder of the night would have been partially true, but it would have been more accurate if one were to state that he had slept for a portion of the morning as well. Needless to say, the realization of time was not enough of a "shocker" to actually make him want to move. For once, he would not watch another person decide to skip a class or two. This time it would be him to skip the class and he had no problem doing so. Instead, when he had gotten dressed, he had sat cross-legged in the middle of his room with Durandal in front of him, laid sideways. With his eyes still closed, he removed his shirt to reveal a toned athletic body, and upon putting his hand to his left shoulder blade, he could feel the mark of Excalibur's tattoo and for a moment he kept his arm there without removing it. Then, having slowly moved his arm away the tattoo began to glow. "Control the skies and rip through the land. From the dragon who bites the throat of tigers and to the lion that seals the Dragon’s Fate. Awaken, Excalibur.” The golden light emitted continued to burst forth until the blade had been pulled from within and placed directly besides Durandal. Both blades were weapons of pure legend, and if any human of the normal world where to be asked on what they thought of the blades, their answer would always be the same every time. Its a myth, the blade does not actually exist. Then, if the blades did not actually exist to them, was it merely his fate? Wielding weapons deemed both mythic and the product of storytelling to slay that which regular humans could not see without help? "Why are people born? If people are born only to suffer the hard life, is it meant as some kind of punishment? Or a cynical joke? If that's the case, animals that adhere to the survival strategies programmed in their DNA are far more elegant and simple. If there really is an existence worthy of being called a God, I want to ask him just one thing. Is there really fate in the universe? If a man ignored fate, and ignored his instincts and DNA to love someone else... Dear Higher Power, is it really human? Just wondering. I hate the word itself." As his eyes moved over to the blades lying on the ground before him, Celebron brought over a piece of cloth and after leaving it by Lloyd's hands, returned to his position on the bed in order to watch carefully. Taking the cloth in his hands, he wiped down Excalibur's blade before unsheathing Durandal in order to do the same as well. "Why is it that when you hold your blades before you, you seem different? As though your emotion changes internally?" questioned Celebron. To his question, Lloyd paused for a moment before looking between the small Cat Sidhe and the blades on the ground before him. Standing him, he quickly moved to lock his door before re-positioning himself on the ground before the swords.
"Exaclibur. The pinnacle of demon swords, forged by the planet as the crystallization of the wishes of mankind stored and tempered within the planet. It cannot be called beautiful because of its appearance for the description of “beautiful” will only dirty it. It is instead sacred, made from people’s conception, legends weaved only out of hope. This golden sword is so famous, that the very sight of the blade is said to bring enemies to their knees. Durandal. Also known as the Peerless Sword, is said to be a Holy Sword favored by the Paladin leader of the Twelve Peers, Roland a member of the Yggdmillennia family during the time of King Charlemagne of the Frankish Empire. It’s said that Durandal was given to the Yggdmillennia as a gift after Roland defeated a great Demon during the Battle of Roncevaux Pass. I wield two blades of legend. One by a male considered to be the greatest knight, Roland, and the other belonging to that of King Arthur as proof of his right to rule over Britain." He could see that it was a lot to take in for Celebron, but even in his confused state, it did not seem like his familiar actually wanted to question what was happening and why he was explaining everything. Rubbing his familiar's head for a moment, he returned his attention to his blades before rubbing his hands along his blades. Re-sheathing Durandal, he crossed the blade over Excalibur before taking a moment to admire them both. ”A Demon Sword. If you accidentally become the owner of one it might kill you. To use one, you have to become the official owner by making a pact with it, much as you would with a familiar. After becoming Sword Saint, members of my family have said that I was fated to become a great knight, or that it was my destiny to take on the burden of both a famed sword, and a demon sword of legend. In the same sense, one could say that I've been cursed to a life of constant fighting as the possession of a Demon Sword attracts trouble to the wielder.” To this, Celebron stood tall and proud before trotting around Lloyd's bed twice. There were no need for words as his actions proclaimed that he would take on all that dared to challenge his master. When the Cat Sidhe finally sat back down, Lloyd shook his head momentarily before picking Excalibur back up. Holding the demon blade to the side of his arm once more, his tattoo glowed brightly before the blade was re-sealed within his body. Standing up once more, he took Durandal in his hands before putting it on his bed besides Celebron. Standing back up, he ran his hand along a small scar towards his lower abdomen that been delivered to him by one of the Hobgoblins they had fought before. He still was not happy that they had actually managed to harm him and Celebron, but more so because despite their numbers, his mind had not been in the right place, thus leading to his injury. If it had been a mock battle within the castle, his father would have scolded him for his lack of focus during the battle. "Did you know? I hate the word "fate." Birth, encounters, partings, success and failures, fortune and misfortunes in life. If our lives are already set in stone by fate, then why are we even born? There are those born to wealthy families, those born to beautiful mothers, and those born into the middle of war or poverty. If that's all caused by fate, then the higher power is incredibly unfair and cruel. Since, ever since I took on Excalibur and accepted my role as a Knight, I did not have a future and the only certain thing was that I would eventually fall in battle.”
For the rest of the day, he did not attend any of his classes, and instead spent his time training both physically and mentally for everything that could happen in the near future. Vesalius was still a threat, and while things may have quieted down, nothing ever remained quiet within the world of an Exorcist. He could already hear not his father, but Ignazio scolding him over how he could not attend classes when the other male could. But, he would have to take the earful with a smile before continuing on with his day. He had also spent his temporary leave of absence putting Celebron through training drills in order to make sure that his familiar truly was unharmed and could indeed stand up and move around again if the situation called for it. He and Celebron had also done a few laps around the House of Alemedha in order to get a better understanding of the house along with whatever secrets the house as a whole may have been hiding from him. Naturally, the small cat was now happy with the thought of having to run around their living place, but even more upset that Lloyd had held dinner over his head if he did not run with him.The cat had called bribery on several accounts, but nobody was around to hear him thanks to the classes that were still in session. The rest of the day went on without problem and before he knew it, it seemed as though a month had gone by.
Knight || Tamer || Page
Strength: 50 || Defense: 75 || Mobility: 55 || Qi: 3,200
Intelligence: 43 || Weapon Arts: 97 || Martial Arts: 35 || Accuracy: 40
Fatal Verse: 12 || Demonic Control: 60
Word Count: 1714 || OOC:
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 9:20 am
  indentA hollow thump breaks the silence of the room. The door closes shut crisply, and the lock ticks. The knob turns to its resting position. The sound of foot steps slowly fade away from the door. Then, again, silence. Emerald and ivy - her eyes scanned the room. It was small, but none the less, the space was acceptable. There was a bed neatly made near the window, and curtains, white as snow, flowing like it was made of webs, so feeble-looking under the glamorous sunlight the way they danced with the breeze. Beside the bed, a wooden table with multiple drawers. It looked pretty new, but she could tell that it was from the varnish, like golden lacquer coating the cracks, it hid the evident roughness of some of its parts, and the naturally unpleasant feel it had on the eyes if otherwise if had been left the way it was. On top was a simple study light - a lamp which was pretty much an eyesore simply because it did not belong with everything in the room for all its modern, contemporary and synthetic, plastic splendor. The lamp caught her attention, and for a moment, she wanted to throw it out of the window - but decided not to. After all, a lamp made of wood and glass alone could not exist in this world... Or could it?
She arrived in True Cross just in time. After all, she was allowed, on special request, to tour the institution first - that is, provided that she would go to cram school on the day that she arrived. That, of course, was not too big of a problem considering that it was the only reason why she was even transferred to this school. Japan, and True Cross Academy, was her new home from now on. And now, this was going to be her room, and the bathrooms of this house were going to be hers to share with the others who settled with her. As well as the kitchen, the lounge, and every other room in this house which she saw after having been given the so called "tour de grande". French, as suggested, but she was pretty sure there was something wrong in that statement - even though she was not too fluent in the language.
A straw sunday hat, denim shorts, a pair of ordinary slippers and a perfectly fitted blue blouse. Fair white skin under the daylight, and lips pursed pink. Her eyes looking at nothing but the dancing curtains as if she was deeply entranced by a pair of arabian dancers behind the white veil. It was what she wore, and it was how she looked like at the moment - relaxed and soothed, and seemingly without any worry in her heart. Her left hand held about five books strapped together by a lengthy piece of cloth. It was old school how the books were packed, but she found it a convenient method to carry them, instead of lifting it up with two hands. Her right carried an instrument wrapped in emerald green cloth. It was long, and appeared to be as light as cut pole of bamboo in her hand. It was only moments after the door to her quarters had closed when her wrists relaxed, and both held items fell on the floor. By her left foot, a loud bang one might mistake for a strong firecracker exploding; by her right foot, a heavy thud and the familiar clank of something metallic striking the wooden surface - had it been naked, the sound would have been louder. The noise was loud, but it appeared as though nobody had cared to even know what had happened inside... Others might have been worried, but there was really nothing to worry about. She just dropped her things. Books, item, suitcase, herself in the otherwise empty room.
One by one, she raised her feet and her slippers fell to the floor. There was a soft tap, and the were positioned in an unorganized manner. She slowly moved, looking around her room as she made her way to her new bed. The desk and that unsightly lamp to her right, and to her left, she almost had not noticed, a tall built in dresser. The wardrobe and closet were made to be part of the wall. How economical, she thought to herself with no trace of glee nor dismay on her face. She placed her hands on the bed as she approached, feeling the soft and smooth texture of the covers. It made her think of home... And essentially how everything was too different here in Japan - in the House Almedha. Her hands slowly sank into the bed as she leaned forward, and inch by inch, she allowed herself to fall face first into the confines of comfort. She'd slip onto the bed, onto the soft sheets and bathe in it silently, claiming the bed with arms wide open. The sensation - the feel of such smooth, soft and rich fabric on her skin made her tense up, strangely before she'd ease herself into reality... This... It was so, very comfortable, and it was so, very far from home in every possible aspect.
Sad enough, she had to leave the comfort zone for a while and begin her tour. Not of the house, but of the campus itself. There were still so many things to see and learn, in a topographical and anthropological aspect. After all, it was a new place. She needed to adjust, and although her eagerness to adjust to the different time zone was strong, her desire for discovery was far stronger. It was a just bout between brain and body, and as is most of the time, her mind would win. Rest was for the weak, and besides, travel was one thing that her body could endure... It was a task overcoming such temptations - the temptation of comfort, and rest, and relaxation was something she was very adept at fighting, and she was so used to conquering. She rolled on her back and raised her legs perpendicular to her body. With a whipping downward motion, quickly, she was up and out. One step, and then two, and then her arm reached for that one object wrapped in moss green cloth on the floor. In one swoop, it was in her left hand, and the succeeding motion allowed for her hand to reach for the door. With grace and finesse, she'd pass through the thresh of the open door, and the second after, it clicked to a close, and everything in the room returned to how it was before she had arrived. A dead, quiet, motionless, calm.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 2:27 pm
 The Qualification Exam. An exam that determined whether or not one was actually ready to move up in rank, and despite what ever abilities they may have held, they would only truly be seen as a threat due to their actual ranking within the Exorcist World. "A rank that is above a Page. To become an Exwire, a Page must pass the Exwire Authorization Exam. The exam consists of the Pages secretly being put to a test of defeating a Demon by working together; the exam also tests which Meister a Page categorizes in. Exwires usually do menial jobs like cleaning a Demon's cage, and helping to collect samples, etc. However, they still study Demonology, a study of demons to know their category, strengths and weakness and a way to counter them" Yawning softly, he stood out of his bed only to find Celebron sitting in front of the door staring blankly at him. The look of seriousness that was conveyed by the small Cat Sidhe was enough to tell Lloyd of what was more than likely going to happen. A test by some higher up in his family was obviously being institutde, and since Celebron was the one blocking his path, it went without saying that he was expected to pass both the test and then the Exwire Authorization Exam as well. But, if Celebron was to be used in the test as well, then they would be testing him on something that many Knights generally failed at when it came to actual combat situations. Illusions. Talking a calm breath, he dusted off his tee-shirt and equally the black basketball shorts that were sitting slightly below his waist. Running a hand through his hair, he took a calm breath before looking at his familiar.
"Tell me Celebron, am I allowed to know what this test will be about, or why my family has chosen to give it to me now?" questioned Lloyd as he returned Celebron's glare. "There isn't much I can tell you Lloyd. What I can say, is that this is your test. Your test does not have a time limit, however, it will not end until you admit defeat, or manage to find your way out of the illusion I create for you. The Exwire Authroization Exam is also today, and your family is well aware of this fact. But, if you wish to progress past the rank of Page, you will need to pass this test, and then worry about the Authorization Exam, understanding that due to this test, I will not be able to help you whatsoever. Now, son of the Yggdmillennia Family, do you accept the challenge placed before you?" Could he honestly say no? As an exam coming from his family, he had no choice but to take it if he was to remain an unchallenged Sword Saint with as many priveleges as he had earned. But, even if he were to have said no, the test would have begun anyway. For one, he was sure that a spell had been placed on his room that probably distorted the space around it so that if he did leave without saying anything, he'd end up back inside the castle, or worse. Sighing quietly, he picked up Durandal before placing it outwards at Celebron. "I, Sword Saint of the Yggdmillennia Family, hereby accept this challenge under the name Lloyd. Let us begin."
For the lognest time he had been on the opposite side of Celebron's illusions, and while he could not tell how powerful they were, he knew that most who fell prey to them ended up being defeated swiftly by his blade. Other members of his family stood no chance against his illusions, and his own father could not survive long within Celebron's illusions. Many within his family simply believed that since Celebron could not increase his size like typical Cat Sidhe, the universe need a way to make him just as frightening as his kin, and his illusions were the universe's way of keeping the order of power balance. When he was younger, Celebron would have denied doing such a thing to Lloyd, but as a fully realized familiar within the Yggdmillennia family, he small cat had no choice. Although, if he were being completely honest, had Celebron not agreed to administer the test, then he could have been up against virtually anything and anyone for the duration of the test. But, while Celebron's test may have come first, he had been sent to the Academy to become an Exorcist. That, he had to achieve without fail, and if it came to it, he would forcibly tear through Celebron's illusions with Excalibur if need be. "Before we start, I will need your blades. Both Durandal and Excalibur. As this is a mental exam and not a physical one, you will not need your blades. However, if the exam progresses for too long, it will become that of a physical one in which your hand to hand combat skills will need to be able to get you out alive." His family had thought of virtually everything so that this would be one of the hardest tests of his life, and so that he would ultimately have to wait for a while before becoming an Ewire. Unfortunately, he had been denying the fate his family placed on him since he was a little boy, and if need be, he would continue to do so.
"Understand this one thing Celebron. If I can not get out until the physical challenge begins, I will not waste any movements in bringing them all down. I will exhaust of all your energy, until you can no longer sustain the illusion." His hair had cast a shadow-like veil over his eyes, and in that moment, Celebron shook with fear before backing up closer to the door. Lloyd was completely serious, and if he had to beat his own familiar to escape his room, then he would do so with no regret. Excalibur's tattoo pulsed with bright flashing lights before he put his hand over the lights. "Control the skies and rip through the land. From the dragon who bites the throat of tigers and to the lion that seals the Dragon’s Fate. Awaken, Excalibur." Removing his hand from the bright lights that burst from the tattoo, the hilt of Excalibur began to protrude outwards, and with a mighty pull, the entire was pulled on Celebron. Pointing the blade at the small cat, he put both blades in front of the Cat Sidhe before backing himself up to the corner of his room. "Then..Let the challenge begin."
The sound of Celebron's earrings clashing together caused Lloyd to close his eyes momentarily until the sound faded completely. When he had reopened his eyes, doors upon doors littered his entire room, and directly in the center of the room seated at a small table were his great grandfather, grandfather, father, and older brother. They were drinking tea, and each one of them pointed to a different door. "I'm supposed to pass...So which one of you wants me to fail the most? That is the person whose door I'll open." Looking at each family member, he moved over to the door behind his great grandfather and opened. Nothing. Closing the door, he watched as the door slid up the wall before disappearing. Then, the doors that already been stationary floated off of the wall before spinning rapidly around the room. When they had landed, they were in a different location completely, and the table with his family was now behind instead of in front of him. "It seems you have gained a lot more control over your illusions than the last time you trapped me in one of them, Celebron." Moving to another door, the same thing happened once again, and when he could not find the door in an hour, he sat quietly on the ground directly behind the table. No one within the room spoke, and his family members merely continued to drink tea until his great grandfather stood up. The cane within his hand was exactly like the one he had in real life, and so he had to remember to commend Celebron on the authenticity of his illusions. But, the cat eyes would definitely need to be worked on. "Lloyd Yggdmillennia. You have failed to escape through intelligence alone. Now, we pass judgement on you based on your physical performance. " Before he could even move his leg to stand up, his elder brother had slammed his foot directly into the center of Lloyd's chest causing the younger Yggdmillennia to fly backwards before slamming into wall behind him. "Stand, Sword Saint. If we thought that would be enough to put you down, you would never have obtained that title to begin with. Show us what you can do when everything has been taken from you." It was easy for them to say that since they had not been kicked, but Celebron had even managed to get the strength of his family members correct based on solely the descriptions he received.
Slowly lifting himself to his feet he looked around at the family members closing in on him. There was no way he could take them each head on, and the illusion would not be ended until he passed. Although, if he could force Celebron into releasing him, the illusion would be dispelled by its very own caster. That in itself, was what he would bet on. A punch was thrown at him by his father, and after ducking the hit, he slammed his elbow into the elder male before pushing hard to knock him into both his grandfather and brother. Speeding across the room to the table itself, he reached out to grab Celebron, but the small cat didn't look scared or worried at all. Then, he realized what would happen. Slamming his socks into the ground itself, he began to slide at the table, and almost immediately, he bent backwards, and watched as his great grandfather's cane swung just above his face in a wide arc. Despite avoiding the cane, there was no avoiding the table, and having only managed to bring himself back up slightly, he crashed directly into the table. The wooden tea table broke upon impact with his body, and as he laid in its remains, he released what sounded like a low growl from his lips. His great grandfather soon had his foot on Lloyd's side before rolling him over and placing it atop his chest. "Tell me. Is this really what the Sword Saints, the strongest warriors of our family, have been reduced to? Stupid boys who go for the easiest bait, despite knowing that it is ultimately a trap? Is this what taking up my title entails?"
For a moment, he honestly thought of laughing, but instead, he merely responded calmly. Putting his right hand against the elderly male's ankle, he began to push to the left as he struggled to breath, despite the pressure from the male's foot getting harder. "I would hope not, but it seems as though my generation was simply learning what our elders did, and mimicking them." With no warning, Lloyd's right fist slammed directly into the elderly male's ankle causing blood to shoot out from the male's leg as his ankle was essentially broken. In pain, the elderly male began to maneuver backwards, but with his hold still on his great grandfather's ankle, he pushed further back in order to free his right leg. Once he had released the male's foot, his own leg lifted high into the before slamming downwards into the male's gut. The elderly Sword Saint was sent crashing into the ground, and scrambling to his feet as fast as possible, he lept into the air slightly before slamming both feet onto his chest. Unable to maintain the physical form of the elderly Sword Saint, he vanished, leaving only three family members left for him to beat. Standing tall once more, he looked to the remaining males in the room. His elder brother was the next to step forwards at him. "To think, little brother, you would attack the one male who honestly cared for you from the time of your birth. Does he mean so little to you? He, who chose what battlefields would be the safest for you to enter?" questioned the male as he took up a fighting stance before Lloyd. "I choose my own battlefields. I always have, and I always will. Not through my great grandfather, but through what I believe to be right and just. I stand on the battlefield to protect what and who I want...If you're going to get in my way, it doesn't matter if you're my family, familiar, or friend. I'll end you." Hearing his master say such words out loud had caused Celebron to temporarily lose his control over Lloyd's elder brother and in that moment, Lloyd had gripped the male by the back of his neck, before bringing him forwards into Lloyd's knee. This was followed by Lloyd slamming his foot on the male's knee, a loud cracking sound following afterwards. Another illusion dispatched, two left to go before he moved to Celebron.
Just when he prepared to charge at his father and grandfather, something changed. The hair that had fallen in front of his face had changed color mid-run causing him to slow down before coming to an abrupt stop. Whatever was going on with Ignazio, the male had dispelled the Qi that had been placed around Lloyd and had effectively changed his hair and eyes back to their original colors. Seeing that as a great opportunity, his father skidded to a stop directly besides him before kicking him in the direction of his grandfather, who then proceeded to punch him directly into the ground. As his father ran up on them in order to slam his foot down atop Lloyd's face, he wiggled just enough to temporarily get his grandfather's to stop punching him. Lifting his arm up to block the attack by his father, he quickly gripped his foot before pushing him back. Leaving his grandfather for last, he stood quickly before charging at the male. A swift kick was delivered to his side before Lloyd lifted his leg high into the air in order to kick the male across the face. The elder male stumbled back slightly before attempting to perform the exact same move on Lloyd. Seeing it as his own, Lloyd quickly ducked the kick before getting back up to unleash a barrage of punches. The first two hit his father directly in the face, and with a quick drop, the next ones were aimed directly at his gut. Backing up slightly, he charged the male once more, this time, his arms locked themselves around his father's leg, thus forcing them together. Bending his knees slightly, he performed a quick bridge in order to slam the male directly into the ground behind him, but his assault would not end there. Rolling over his body once, he pulled the male over him before his feet were in a proper position in the center of his chest. Kicking off, his father's body was forced into the air, as Lloyd jumped back onto his feet. When the male's body came crashing back down towards the ground, Lloyd spun on his heel once before planting his foot directly on his father's skull as the male fell.
The pure force behind his kick had sent his father crashing into his room door, and ultimately through it as well. His father's body soon vanished afterward, and as he brought his leg back down to the ground, his breathing had become rather heavy. He had never truly realized, but without his blade, the amount of movement and steps he had to take and accommodate for was unbelievable. If he felt this way, then there was no telling how actual members of the Fighter Class felt when they went into battle. As such, he would have to think slightly better of Victor when he next saw the male fight. Either one of his blades were extensions of himself and as such, made his reach much longer than it generally was. Realizing that he was still within the midst of a fight, he slowly began to turn around, only to have his grandfather's weight push back against him and slam him into the hallway wall outside his door. Now being held by his neck, he could feel his feet slowly leaving the ground and as he clawed at the male's hand in order to give him some breathing room, his grip only got tighter. "Had you not resisted when you were a boy, you could have become the fiercest Knight in not only the family, but the entire world, and possibly Gehenna. I only had what was best for you and the family in mind! But no. Instead, you chose to rebel against the wiser words and decisions of your grandfather and ultimately failed the family. The title of Sword Saint should never have become yours as you are nothing but a False Sword Saint. An impostor, an imitation. Say what you will about me, but you and I both know that I would have made you great. Greater than you will ever become on your own." Higher and higher he was lifted until he managed to slide on his hands in between the male's throat and his own neck. Taking in a large breath, he coughed repeatedly as Celebron walked out of the room in order to increase the strength of the illusion itself.
For a moment, Lloyd completely forgot that the male before him was just an illusion and not the actual male he held the utmost disdain and hatred for. "What's best for me? For the family you claim to actually care about? Are you joking? You were going to turn me into a weapon, a weapon that you could control with nothing but a few words, and a weapon, I am not. I would rather have died than worked beneath you, and for all that you have ever said, you know as well as I, that your greatest mistake was denying me the childhood I deserved." Kicking upwards, he felt his foot connect with the bottom of the male's chin, causing his grip to loosen enough for Lloyd to fall to the ground. Coughing, he held his throat for a moment before glaring at Celebron, who merely took a few steps back into the room. It was painfully obvious that his family members had contacted Celebron and had specified what they wanted their illusory selves to do to Lloyd, and apparently, his grandfather wished to be the one to cause him the most damage to him. "A-Allow me to inform you of your time. As of this moment, the Exwire Authorization Exam has come to an end, and while it pains me to say, you will not be becoming an Exwire today. I apologize. Despite this, your exam has still not ended, and your combatant is still able to fight." Celebron's words had caused his blood to boil. He had missed the exam that he had practically been waiting for since he set foot within True Cross Academy. Not only had he missed it, but he had missed it due to the planning of his family members who believed that making their test start moments before the Exwire Authorization Exam was a swell idea. Of all the times that they could have given him the test, and they chose not too. He had even returned to the castle over break, and did they think to give him the test then? Of course not. But, that was an argument for another time, as it seemed like the old fighter was about prepared to stand back up.
Rising to his feet at the same time as the elder male, the area which had already been quiet seemed to be dead silent. "If he is truly to become my last combatant in this test, then I ask of you this; Do not under any circumstances lower his combat ability. I will toughen it out, and escape this illusion of yours with no help whatsoever. Is that understood?" questioned Lloyd as he wiped the blood that had gathered at the corner of his mouth. "I understand master, and while as your exam proctor I can not say this, I tell you this as your familiar instead. Please, be careful." A soft smile made its way onto Lloyd's face, but it disappeared almost immediately as the elder male began to move forwards. Matching him step for step, the two paused momentarily before clashing head on. Punches and kicks were exchanged between the two, but it was not until, Lloyd had bent the male's arm awkwardly behind his back that the illusion began to shout and scream. Pushing his arm further in, he heard the illusion beg to be let go, and when he did, it faded from existence completely. Letting out a breath of relief, the sound of Celebron's earrings separating signified the end of the illusion. "The challenge has ended. Congratulations Lloyd Yggdmillennia on your completion. You may reclaim your blades and continue proceeding through the remainder of your day."
His door had actually been destroyed, so there was no more of that, and first he would have to clean the inside of his room. Trudging over to Excalibur, he fell on the ground for a moment before leaning himself against his bed. Extending his hand, he ran his fingers along Excalibur's blade before holding it up besides the tattoo. in a flash of light, the Demon Blade had disappeared from the material world completely. "Are you okay? You said a lot...and I've never called you master before, but you were scary. Oh, and what happened to your hair and your eyes? Where did the blonde go?" questioned Celebron as he got a new shirt out for Lloyd to wear. Putting the new shirt on, he remained seated before dragging Durandal onto his lap. "Illusion or not, the fact that he looked like that man was enough to upset me. He and I have never seen eye to eye, and to have the illusion say that, well, it just made me not want to go near him even more now. In a sense, you could even say that I am holding a long lasting grudge. But I have no intention of forgiving him, or speaking to or at him. About my hair and my eyes..This has always been my normal hair color, but Ignazio had approached me one day with a method for him to truly train his Qi and how he controlled it. Wishing to help my friend, I let him the change the color of both my hair and my eye color. Its honestly been a while since I actually got a chance to look at my old hair, and to be honest, I sort of forgot what it looked like." spoke Lloyd with a slight chuckle. Once he had gotten dressed fully, he yawned once before standing. Lifting Celebron into his arms, he rubbed the top of the Cat Sidhe's head slowly before he began to speak. "Rest assured Celebron, you do no have to call me master, nor will I ever force you into doing so. We are friends before anything else, and partners at that. I will always be Lloyd, just like you will always be Celebron, no matter what happens."
Listening to the sound of his familiar's laughter, he quickly took his phone out and sent a text to his family explaining that they needed to pay the school for a new dorm room door since their little test had broken it. "How about we go get a snack from the Cafeteria? I am feeling rather hungry after that test, how about you?" A nod was given, and after grabbing Durandal, the pair exited the room headed for the Cafeteria.
Knight || Tamer || Page
Strength: 50 || Defense: 75 || Mobility: 55 || Qi: 3,200
Intelligence: 43 || Weapon Arts: 97 || Martial Arts: 35 || Accuracy: 40
Fatal Verse: 12 || Demonic Control: 60
Word Count: 4033 || OOC: Exit to Great Hall
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:24 pm
Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || ExwireAlexandria and her companion walked along a path that followed the tall, white walls that surrounded the Almedha house. The main building towered above them, it looked not unlike a fancy hostel with the plain exterior and subtle appeal. There were few gates into the interior, wasn’t long the duo found themselves at the mouth of the main gate. Some younger students could be seen scurrying to and from the different doors that overlooked the courtyard. They wore similar outfits to Alexandria’s- clearly some of the other members of the house. Alexandria glanced towards Victor to see if he had managed to keep up with her through their short walk.
She didn’t dally long with the scenic view of cherry trees in bloom, or the subtle beauty of the dusty pink petals falling to the ground. Instead she set off across the courtyard, along a stone path laid out between the cherry trees and other blooming flora. To the right side of the multistory “U” shaped building, and up to a tall concrete step that extended out from the building not unlike a patio- shaded by a portion of the roof. The far wall consisted of multiple sliding glass doors that lined along the concrete step, a single mat on the ground just outside of each doorway. A small collection of sandals of the nearby inhabitants rested at the far end of the concrete porch.
Alexandria slide open the nearest door, not looking back to her companion she rubbed the bottom of her boots on the mat as she spoke, “Normally we would have to take off our shoes. But, we won’t be here long.”
Stepping through the doorway Alexandria proceeded to head down the hallway towards the right- the last door being her own. She glanced over her shoulder to see if her companion had been keeping up as she reached into her jacket pocket for the small collection of silver keys that hung on a simple necklace made from a single, thin strip of dark leather. She unlocked the door before her and propped it open as she walked inside. “You can change in the bathroom if you need to.” Alexandria said aloud to Victor as she gestured towards the bathroom on the left of the room. The space wasn’t particularly large, containing mainly her desk, a small coffee table and her bed, other amenities were made available through built in storage along the walls and within her closet.
Alexandria proceeded towards the interior of the room, untying the straps that held her rapier to her side. Leaning the long blade along the wall before beginning to loosen the belt from around her waist. She wasn’t going to need it where she was going.
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Physical Strength: o75
Defense: o95
Mobility: o125
Intelligence: o137
Weapon Arts: o160
Martial Arts: o15
Accuracy: o47
Fatal Verses: o10
Demonic Control: o10
Word Count: 456
Qi: 2,200/2,200
Mobility: 116/125
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 7:06 pm
Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire
Victor had followed Alexandria out of the Gymnasium and down the path to the House Almedha. He had never personally been there but he knew that it was a fancy place since he sometimes crossed the courtyard and saw it's roof and garden. He liked the Japanese themed architecture and décor but wondered what it looked like on the inside. They made their way down the main path and down the multiple gates set to mark the correct direction. There were Sakura trees that lined the path and Victor couldn't help but stare at them. They were common in Japan but when coupled with the ambience of the area, they felt that much more 'authentic'. He could see other students of the same house, wearing their distinct uniform, moving through the buildings. Some surely had classes to go to and others simply chose to spend lunch their rooms. He was led down a path that deviated from the main walkway and led to a building of several levels. There was a concrete staircase of sorts that was expertly crafted and embedded in the building. They walked up that way and up to the outside deck that lined the building. There were several entrances, outlined by mats and sliding doors. Victor imagined a movie being filmed in a place like that, full of ninjas and cut up paper doors. His wonderous gazing was interrupted when Alexandria stopped at one of the doors. There were several pairs of shoes and sandals left outside by the mat. Victor knew of the traditional custom of removing one's shoes before entering their home but as he was beginning to do so, Alex told him not to bother and simply cleaned off her shoes with the mat. Victor did the same, stomping a few times, letting the dirt and dust fall off the soles. Around this time, Victor had reached a full recovery of Qi. The scenery had done him well and eased him enough to forget about the whole the thing. Plus, the thought of seeing inside of Alexandria's own dorm room was exciting enough for him. His expression was expectant, his eye brows raised slightly as he took in the well lit and painted hallway they had turned into. “You know, House Kurthnaga is nothing close to this nice. It is as good as a motel eight..” He said, as he arrived beside Alexandria who was finding her key to the room. Once she let them in, he stepped in slowly and looked quite amazed. “Those bastards.” He began as he was shown where the personal bathroom was. “We have to share a common bathroom with the entire building.” He said looking inside before looking back at the single bed by the wall. “Your alone, too? Man, I'm stuck with a roommate.” Victor said, shaking his head with closed eyes. He looked up at her and saw that she was removing her rapier. “You should count your blessings.” Victor said before turning for the bathroom. He had wanted to take a shower but wondered if that was too much to ask but at the same time, he was sweaty enough to go uncomfortably on with his day. Putting his gym bag on the bathroom floor he turned to Alex and asked, “Is it alright if I take a quick shower? I know lunch is just about over but I could use one.” He said with am almost pleading look in his eyes. As he stood inside the bathroom, he could smell the sweet scent of shampoo and soap. It was calming and surreal, especially standing in the room of the girl he had been after for a while. He realized that some staff might not agree with his presence there but Victor liked to push the limits sometimes and this time it was well worth it.
Post Word Count:642 Total Word Count: 1322 Mobility: 27/27 Qi Level: 4,700/4,700 Parameters:
Physical Strength: o300
Defense: o198
Mobility: o27
Qi: o4,700
Intelligence: o65
Weapon Arts: o15
Martial Arts: o232
Accuracy: o52
Fatal Verses: o60
Demonic Control: o12
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 8:18 pm
Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || ExwireAlexandria removed her belt from her waist and gently placed the belt across the desk beside her. She was careful to place the belt to where the small container bags where upright, facing the ceiling. She’d have to check for damage to the vials but from what she could tell there wasn’t a major spill. And it didn’t require her finding a hazmat suit to check some mixed cocktail of poisons. Her companion, Victor seemed fairly jealous of her living arrangements. No roommate, not having to share a bathroom, a fairly fancy building to stay in with beautiful scenery. She couldn’t lie- it wasn’t bad. This time around she was lucky to not have a roommate. Made things much simpler.
Alexandria turned towards him as finished making comparisons between the two dorms. She could only smile, and hold back the laughter. It was nice, but it wasn’t something she got an opportunity to fully enjoy. They weren’t going to school to stick their noses in the books all morning and all evening. More often than not they were out- and even the nicer places were simply a place to crash and leave from in the early hours of the mornings. “Count my blessings, huh? I suppose that’s one way to think about it.” Her voice didn’t ring with tones of sorrow or perhaps anger but instead an emptiness. The word blessings was one she didn’t associate with well. Too many nightmares and other issues to plague her and not many blessings to look back on. Her olive gaze returned to the blonde hair boy in her dorm room, he asked if he be allowed to shower and the flaxen blonde haired girl simply nodded her head, “Of course. Makes no sense to change into fresh clothes when your already sweaty…” A small smile crossed her pink lips as she finished speaking. She paused a moment before speaking once more, “Besides. I’ve some things to do.” Alexandria said to him before turned once more to the desk behind her.
Physical Strength: o75
Defense: o95
Mobility: o125
Intelligence: o137
Weapon Arts: o160
Martial Arts: o15
Accuracy: o47
Fatal Verses: o10
Demonic Control: o10
Word Count: 338
Qi: 2,200/2,200
Mobility: 116/125
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 6:07 pm
Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire
Victor had gotten the green light to go ahead and shower by Alexandria. She understood his position and also seemed like she had something to do at her desk. Victor thanked her with a, “Thanks!” and closed the door before lifting his gym bag onto the toilet seat. He unzipped it and pulled out his phone from his back pants pocket. He noticed he had a few new emails and put the phone in the bag before pulling out a container with his bar of soap, a small bottle of shampoo, a scrubber and a bottle of hair product. He took off his shirt, which was barely on considering he rarely buttoned it up, and folded it before setting it in the bag. Victor then pulled out his uniform, well folded to keep it from wrinkling, and hung it on a towel holder by the shower. He sat down on the toilet seat and began to take off his shoes. Victor wondered what Alexandria could be doing but thoughts of class came to his mind and a few unwelcome assignments that had been tacked on after the break. Removing his pants and briefs, he turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up. Behind the curtains, he could see various products including the famous shampoo. Feeling the water for the temperature, he was prepared to go in. Victor set the shower to fire water from the shower head and put his toiletries in the shower before getting in himself. He drenched himself before taking a bit of Alexandria's shampoo in his hands and taking a quick sniff. Victor smiled and nodded at having found the source of the delectable scent in her hair. After a moment, he mixed the shampoo in with his, an irish compound from the United States, and began to lather it on. Everything that followed was simply routine and one completely quickly, especially when one had someone waiting. Victor shut-off the shower and reached into his bag for his towel. Drying himself off, he stepped out and put away his clothes in the bag. The toiletries followed but something came out after that. A bottle of shaving cream, after shave and a shaving razor. Folding the towel over his lower half, he began to apply the cream although he didn't need it. The steam that filled the room was enough to keep the razor from catching. In a moment, Victor was shaving the quick growing stubble on his jawline as he spoke. “I'm almost done, just shaving real quick. You must want to shower too. Although, I bet you didn't break a sweat back there.” Victor smiled, looking at himself in the mirror. He was done in a few minutes and moved on to put away his things, including his towel. Taking up his uniform, he began to put it on.
Post Word Count:477 Total Word Count: 1799 Mobility: 27/27 Qi Level: 4,700/4,700 Parameters:
Physical Strength: o300
Defense: o198
Mobility: o27
Qi: o4,700
Intelligence: o65
Weapon Arts: o15
Martial Arts: o232
Accuracy: o52
Fatal Verses: o60
Demonic Control: o12
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 3:02 pm
Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || ExwireAlexandria nodded her head at his thanks, she didn’t feel it was needed. It was only a small favor she had granted after all. The young doctor turned her attention once more to the belt she had worn previously. It had become a habit to frequently check for damage- she didn’t want to risk unnecessary “chemistry experiments”. Especially if such an experiment would likely result in direct contact with her skin, either on her finger tips or the flesh around her waist if the concoction proved corrosive.
Each clasp making a swift clicking noise as she opened up the containers, three in total. Each contained a variety of vials- all seemed undamaged despite her tumble. Carefully, Alexandria pulled each vial for a closer inspection, a little over thirty vials in total. A small smile came across her lips as she finished her inspection- all were still in good condition. Alexandria closed the clasps picking up the belt with one hand and grasping the scabbard of Avarice with the other hand. She could hear Victor had finished with his shower, the sound of water pouring through the shower head having come to an end.
Her companion called out to her letting her know that he was nearly done and asking if she would like to take a shower herself. Alexandria shook her head horizontally as she answered him, “No, I’ll take mine later tonight. Thanks though!” The young girl neared her closet and lazily positioned her elbows to push open one of the closet doors. It wasn’t a particularly graceful sight, but it had worked. Her closet contained a number of sets of uniforms- most of them identical to the one she wore, her own clothes were mixed in with a number of wooden boxes. They were cedar built- mostly to deter bugs and the alike. Each box was covered with pretty engravings of home- some resembled mountains or forested views of her home town. She had a number of them- different sizes for different purposes. She rested Avarice on top the box that matched the blade’s length. Alexandria then proceeded to open up the smaller boxes before unbuttoning the small containers from the belt she had carried over and placing them inside their respective cedar box. After closing the boxes she closed the doors to the closet, turning on her heel she walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge to wait on her companion.
“When your ready we will go get lunch.” Alexandria called out to him.
Physical Strength: o75
Defense: o95
Mobility: o125
Intelligence: o137
Weapon Arts: o160
Martial Arts: o15
Accuracy: o47
Fatal Verses: o10
Demonic Control: o10
Word Count: 421
Qi: 2,200/2,200
Mobility: 125/125
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 6:26 pm
Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire
Victor had finished putting on his uniform and was putting on his tie when Alexandria told him they would get lunch soon. He could definitely go for some food after working up an appetite. Victor tightened up the red tie to his gold lined black suit and looked himself over in the mirror. He looked displeased and kept moving his tie around his neck. Victor finally ripped the tie off his neck and opened up his white shirt revealing his bone necklace. With a smirk, he nodded at himself and opened the door to the room. “Alright, where do you want to go?” Victor said, looking to Alexandria. He had his gym bag slung over his shoulder with his change and toiletries. He could see Alexandria by her desk, fiddling with her things. Victor took out his phone from his jacket pocket and held it out at Alexandria. He grinned and waited for her to turn around before the sound of an old shutter camera could be heard from his phone.
Post Word Count:171 Total Word Count: 1970 Mobility: 27/27 Qi Level: 4,700/4,700 Parameters:
Physical Strength: o300
Defense: o198
Mobility: o27
Qi: o4,700
Intelligence: o65
Weapon Arts: o15
Martial Arts: o232
Accuracy: o52
Fatal Verses: o60
Demonic Control: o12
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 7:02 pm
Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || Exwire Her companion made his grand entrance from the bathroom, donning all but the red tie. She couldn’t blame him- it likely warmed up since they were last outside. That and only a few of the professors seemed to care much about dress code.. So much as it looked like proper attire was attempted and the clothes worn weren’t dirty or generally poorly taken care of no one seemed to have an issue. Although, that wasn’t the only thing he had done as he made his appearance. Victor also held his phone up in wait for her to turn, the snap of camera could be heard. The photo probably showing a small smile on her face. Alexandria shook her head as if to say ‘your ridiculous!’. It was something she had gotten used to, something he more than frequently did.
Her companion then began questioning her about her own preference and she responded simply, “Oh… I don’t know. Somewhere were the foods good. Is the Café even still serving lunch?” Alexandria asked, a confused look on her face. In truth, she didn’t have a particular craving to fill nor the need to eat a heavy meal.
“What would you prefer?” Alexandria asked him.
Physical Strength: o75
Defense: o95
Mobility: o125
Intelligence: o137
Weapon Arts: o160
Martial Arts: o15
Accuracy: o47
Fatal Verses: o10
Demonic Control: o10
Word Count: 202
Qi: 2,200/2,200
Mobility: 116/125
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