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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 10:11 pm
 Victor Rodrigo de Asturias
Fighter || Aria || Exwire || 1st Year It was a white day, with most of the city covered in snow. Even with the snow plows out doing their work, the weather didn't let up and yielded yet more of the white suppressant. That was all it was to Victor who watched it fall from under the bridge's shelter. It made road conditions more dangerous than they already were and all the absence of color just flat out depressed him. There was a time when he reveled in it and welcomed every snowflake like a flake of his very own happiness. Snowball fights and snow angels were at the top of his agenda as a child and even now, Victor wishes he could lie in the snow and make angels without abandon. He sat against the side of his motorcycle, an American made Harley, a leg crossed over the other. In his hand, he held an insulated beverage container he kept on his kit when he went on long trips. One could tell it was hot as the steam rose out of it's vented lid and into the air, mixing with Victor's easy breathing. Now and then there would be a rouge breeze that would blow through the bridge's underside and make Victor hold himself a bit tighter but it wasn't enough to get him on his way out of there, not so soon. Victor liked it there, under the bridge. He would often ride his bike down a small path from the street to the water and watch the ships go by. Something about being beneath the city's commotion made him feel disconnected and at peace. Victor remembered something and looked at his watch. It would soon be time for him to make his way back to the Academy to receive his dorm room for the year and whatever orientation that came with it. An expression of distaste came of him as the idea of approaching duty and responsibility sunk in. He took another sip from his coffee, hoping the taste and feel of it warm him as it went down his throat would ease his tension but to no success. Finishing the beverage, Victor looked down at the lid dissatisfied. One could see the imprinted "Thermos" just above the vent. "Should've got de-caf." Victor said before he threw the cup into his left saddle bag. He then reached into his right arm pocket and pulled out a thin white and brown sliver of plant products and put it in his mouth. Leaning back slightly, Victor slipped a small, folded set of matches with a plainly inscribed "Matsuda's" and pulled one free from its binding. With the flick of the wrist, the match came alive with heat and light. Victor was careful to then shield the cigarette in his mouth from whatever breeze might come his way while synonymosly passing life from the match to the cigarette. In a second or two, it was lit and delivering what it was made to deliver. Victor was clearly relieved by the inhalation he took. Removing the stick with his right hand, he released his stress into the air in front of him. He smiled slightly, looking at the faintly burning paper in between his index finger and thumb. The road could wait for him just a few more minutes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 2:13 am
Exwire Over the sounds of blistering winds and the light haze of snow that covered the area. The light sound of a door clicking in the distance as the metal of the limousine door was opened and then shut, a young man with mocha colored skin stood outside of the limousine. He was dressed in a crimson suit with a teal ribbon tie of sorts with chocolate brown dress shoes, but the outfit was covered by a long black jacket with white rabbit fur around the collar. The young man looked at the blonde haired man in front of him as if he was nothing but an eyesore or a bug. The piercing golden eyes were like the sun that was partial covered by the clouds so high above. The young man had his hands deep inside his jacket pockets as he looked directly ahead before he started to walk into the street.
The clicking of shoes tapping against the shoveled pathway echoed as he approached the man smoking, ignoring all the children playing in the background and the fact the snow was falling, yet not a single drop touched him; hanging above his head was an umbrella held up by a man not much older than the mocha skinned male, he was wearing a European styled suit as well but pitch black with silver buttons along the coat and white gloves against his hands. The young man came to a stop several feet away from the motorcyclist with his butler. ”Sightseeing before the new term are you? I couldn’t help but stop the car, I noticed the uniform, sorry. Do you want a ride? I mean being out in this kind of weather isn’t good for you and I mean, even driving a motorcycle in this is kind of dangerous.”
The voice didn’t match his aristocratic glare from before. The voice that came from this man was rather calm and gentle, he didn’t seem much like a threat, more so helpful than anything. His head tilted slightly to the right as he gave a warming smile; with perfectly straight-white teeth this young man deserved the title of an aristocrat. Everything about him, from the tone even down to his scent.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 8:53 am
Victor Rodrigo de Asturias
Fighter || Aria || Exwire || 1st Year Victor hadn't taken but a few puffs of his cigarette before he heard footsteps coming down from the street just a few ways away. He could spot a black umbrella, the kind businessmen bought to match their black suits or simply blend in with the rest of the office workforce. Under the umbrella was a young man, easily Victor's age and surely about his height. He wore a stylish outfit reminiscent to Victor of the rage of fashion in Paris. It intrigued him to see the young man, obviously with some weight in his wallet, come down to a lesser than decent common place like under the bridge. Victor watched the man and his umbrella assistant as they came closer and seemingly towards him. He then caught a glimpse at a glare not uncommon to Victor. It was the way people looked at him when he was a delinquent and sometimes even now whenever Victor walked around in his riding wear. The thought of being thought lesser made Victor smile slightly as the man finally stopped before him just a few feet away from him. It would be unwise to make an assumption such as that so soon but he wouldn't be surprised if the young man had come to do his part in his community and give to the poor. At the first words of the young man, Victor picked up an educated air about him. It could be said that the young man knew how to speak to someone very much like how a politician addresses the masses or how a celebrity addresses his fans. This was a talent that Victor never took into consideration but seeing it before him now, it made him yearn for it, even if just a bit. Apparently, the wealthy stranger recognized the Academy's uniform on Victor and stopped by to lend him a hand. The glare from before or even a trace was unapparent now and that was a pleasant change. Victor would never return wrong for right. He took a pause to take in what the man said and take in some air through his cigarette. Victor kept his unflinching eyes on the young man as he finished his drag and pulled the cig from his lips and into his right hand. He was careful to choose what he said in case he was in front of someone important like an Academy official or maybe the mayor's son. "I appreciate the gesture but I'm going to have to kindly refuse." Victor said with a playful smile, lifting the right corner of his mouth. It was a deviant expression but nonetheless a display of Victor's amusement. "It might be too chilly to make a long trip, but I have a commitment to keep." Victor crossed his arms, pulling forth smoke again. He then looked down and to his side, at the motorcycle under him. "Once you take a seat on this machine, you sign a contract. A contract with the road." He then looked up at the stranger, his chin slightly raised as if proud of what he was about to say. "A contract signed with blood, sweat and tears." Taking the last puff of his cigarette, Victor's eyes tightened. "To ride and keep on riding." He quickly then whipped his arm across his chest and flicked the last burning bit of paper over his shoulder and out into the channel."'Till death do we part." Taking another pause, Victor crossed his arms again and got comfortable. "So...you go to the Academy?" Victor asked, a questioning expression on his face. He couldn't say that he'd seen him before but then again, he never stayed long enough to see who was who in school.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:05 am
Exwire Ignazio didn’t understand a word Victor was even saying: blood and tears with the road? The young Barthomeloi turned and looked at the man holding the umbrella for a second and then turned and looked back at Victor before nodding his head to the young male’s question. ”Yes, I attend True Cross Academy, I’m a part of House Rajaion.” he said before he gave himself a light tap on the forehead with his right hand that was shielded by a brown leather riding glove. ”Where are my manors, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Ignazio. Ignazio Barthomeloi. ” he said giving a slight bow at the waist moving his right hand over his heart as he bowed his head down slightly then raised after a few seconds and looked up at the sun like hair. ”Forgive me for the intrusion then, it was a mistake on my part, to get in the way of your contract, as you say, but to be safe, you might want to at least wear thicker clothing if you’re going to ride out into this weather. I mean, this location of Japan get pretty cold during this time of year, it’s kind of like living in America or Canada I guess you can say, in terms of temperature, but not as cold.” Ignazio started to ramble on then stopped himself and smiled before looking at the trailing smoke ”I guess I shouldn’t assume you’re not from here, I’ve seen a lot of foreigners since we moved here, so if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name and what House do you belong to at the academy?”
Ignazio’s demeanor slightly changed as he asked his final question and the wind slightly changed direction and brought in a gust of snow, just enough to barely cover the sly smirk that came across his princely face; unlike his normal smiling face this type of grin wasn’t one for friendship it was one with some sort of intent. The question was, is it malicious or curious? The young Barthomeloi lowered his eyes as the snow flowed, so in order to protect his sight without taking his eyes off this foreigner he had to make a face that looked as if he was glaring or ate something really sour. Ignazio and the umbrella wielding man took a couple more steps forward. Their steps were completely in sync as if they could tell what each other was thinking. Once they stopped they were exactly three paces from where they once stood and they were close enough that the smell of cigarettes was in their breathing air. Another ten or twelve steps and they would be toe to toe with Victor and his bad habit.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 11:09 am
Victor Rodrigo de Asturias
Fighter || Aria || Exwire || 1st Year The stranger answered Victor's question and no longer was a stranger. His name was Ignazio, a common name in Spain and by the looks of him, he might have some hispanic blood in him but followed by that name was Barthomeloi. That was a name that Victor had heard before. It was between classmates that he often heard the name mentioned and it always seemed accompanied by the strangest of nicknames: "The King" Victor couldn't imagine why they called him that but prestige was sure to follow it wherever he went. Apparently, he was part of the House of Rajaion, one of the four towers to contain the dormitories and living quarters of the attending students. His introduction was followed by a very formal bow that made Victor slightly uncomfortable. He wasn't a very formal person to begin with and didn't know if he should be bowing in return, his name was "The King" after all. His expression became that of slightly impressed with the young man's manners but was then settled when Ignazio apologized for appearing. He suggested that Victor wear more warming clothing at that time of year and considering the region. While he was completely right, Victor's riding jacket came with an electric liner that while thin, it served it's purpose and quite potently at that. He then asked Victor what his name was and where he stayed. It was a simple question, one that he would have asked him in return and so he was prepared to answer. Another rogue breeze blew in but from another direction, bringing in snow under the bridge but not close enough to bother. It hid Ignazio for a second and so he stepped forward a bit to get in view. "My name is Victor Rodrigo de Asturias." His accent showing up briefly. "I'm with Kurthnaga. Nice to meet you." Victor said without cheer. It wasn't that he wasn't pleased to meet the man, it was that he simply didn't care for socializing. Victor contemplated lighting another cigarette but let the urge die with the thought of not having any left until after school."You going to this 'Opening Ceremony', Ignazio?" Victor asked, wondering what Ignazio was doing in that part of town.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 12:31 pm
Exwire An inner evil grin and chuckle filled Ignazio’s head as he got the name of the young man as his smile on his face never once changed into the evil serpent wrapping around his soul. ”It is required, so you have to go, doesn’t matter if you’re a first year or a fourth year, we’re required to go. I mean, it’s worth the refreshments at least.” said the young man as the man the umbrella bent forward and showed his young master his silver watch. Ignazio nodded and smiled before waving his left hand signaling the driver in the limousine to start the engine. ”Looks like we’re in rival houses, which could be fun. Although I do feel a little bad for you Sir Asturias; Kurthnaga is mainly a freshmen dorm. So I guess that’ll make you a floor leader or something. That’s got to be cool. I’m taking it as you’re in advance classes too then? I mean they don’t let anyone just run a floor in the dorms.” he replied before taking his hands from his pockets and stretching them out from his body before extending his right hand forward. ”I really wish you would reconsider; I can have someone bring your bike to campus and park it for you. Consider it as my token of friendship. It’s not really easy being the new kid, especially at True Cross. There is kind of a class system among the students.” Ignazio said as he continued to think about the name Victor Rodrigo de Asturias. ’Where, have I heard that name before, I really don’t remember seeing him in any of my classes, and with the number of students I run into daily it’s almost impossible for me to keep track. This is a pain, but he seems interesting enough for me to keep this little façade up even if it’s for a little while longer.’ Ignazio’s head was going into overdrive as he tried to think about where he heard the man’s name from, but nothing was coming to mind, the best option now was to let it go and move on with the time.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 2:48 pm
 Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || Exwire It was a chill morning; a winter wonderland of sorts. Snow gracefully fell and coated the ground while the city bustled around it- uncaring how unique each flake may be. Alexandria walked quietly, staring down towards the pavement beneath her feet as she mused about her homeland. It wouldn’t have been too much different back home- perhaps only more snow. Alexandria stopped and looked out towards the river. Her olive eyes uncaring for the view, but there was a peculiar site to be seen. Under the massive bridge a limousine was stopped as well as what appeared to be three men standing together- one sitting on top of a motorcycle. Even from the distance it was clear at least two of them attended True Cross- their school uniforms had a certain fashion to them.
Letting curiosity set in Alexandria decided to meet them- ‘Perhaps they are some of my class mates’ She thought idly. ‘An introduction can’t hurt.’. Alexandria wore one of her lighter winter coats open over her uniform, her white jacket neatly folded in her bag. Her jacket was a dark charcoal grey and extended just past her hips. The jacket’s hood rested on her shoulders and was lined with raccoon fur. Her uniform would mark her as a member of the house of Almedha, white skirt and black dress shirt peering out from beneath her coat. Today she had opted to wear black thigh high socks and tall black boots- It was too damn cold to wear the other.
As she drew closer to the gathering it was clear the man on the motorcycle came from the house of Kurthnaga and the evidently rich man hailed from the house of Rajaion. The third had disappeared to start the limo it seemed. For some reason they seemed familiar and she couldn’t place why they would be; their faces weren’t ones she recognized immediately.
The rich fellow was taunting the other man by the time she reached them, perhaps in jest as he didn’t seem entirely uninterested in the other. They both had a certain appeal to them, although for completely different reasons.
”I don’t mean to interrupt,” Alexandria said to Ignazio, “..But I don’t believe any of us are truly new comers here.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 3:08 pm
Victor Rodrigo de Asturias
Fighter || Aria || Exwire || 1st Year Ignazio gracefully informed Victor of the requirement that is their attendance to such a ceremony. It wasn't that Victor was lookingto skip out on it all together but he could have utilized his time in some other way instead of gathering around to shake hands and share class tips. The bit about refreshments that Ignazio mentioned at the end made Victor smile slightly. A free coca-cola would just make his day. He saw Ignazio's butler brandish his watch, hinting at the escaping time. Ignazio saw this and waved at the street and Victor heard and engine start, surely the man's ride. Ignazio decided to point out that they were in rival houses and how the one Victor was a part of was for freshmen. While that would have normally worried anyone, Victor saw it as an opportunity to rise like everyone else and not be given a hand-out. Ignazio then proceeded to speak about the position of floor leader. Victor had heard of resident advisors but doubted he would be chosen for the spot. He was a first year and already an Exwire but definitely not worthy of watching over the rest of his floor. Perhaps, it was simply wishful thinking. He knew that he was capable of leadership but often turned it down for the more attractive lifestyle of lesser responsibilities. Ignazio asked if he was taking advanced classes, and indeed Victor was but for the sole fact that the other classes seemed less than mediocre to him and just plain easy. Victor nodded at what Ignazio was saying, agreeing with his logic. Right-handedIt rose a slight suspicion in Victor as to why he wanted to take his motorcycle for him but he shrugged it off as being over-protective. His Harley was his baby after all. The young man extended his right hand forward and Victor stood up from his leaning position on his bike and stepped forward to shake it firmly. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'll just have to get a raincheck on that." Victor said, sincerely. He wondered about the effect it might have on Ignazio's image if Victor came riding along with him. It wasn't something Victor usually thought about but if it was true that they were to be of rivaling houses, it wouldn't look to good for them to be riding together. Letting go of Ignazio's hand, Victor turned back and threw his right leg over his motorcycle. He pulled out his helmet, a full modular, from his right saddlebag and slipped it on. The face plate was lifted so his face was still visible as he tied on his chin strap. "I'm guessing I'll be seeing you there. Maybe you can show me how that class system works." Victor said, optimistically. He wasn't sure if he would even see the young man but something told him it would not be the last time they would meet. Reaching down on the right side of the bike, he turned a key then returned his right hand to the handlebar. He lifted the shift to neutral with his left foot, holding the clutch with his left hand. He then stopped as he noticed someone coming closer. Victor could tell it was a young woman. He didn't know her but perhaps she knew him. She arrived commenting on Ignazio's words about Victor being a newcomer. While she wasn't entirely wrong, Victor wasn't pressed to comment. The one thing that Victor could not deny and repress was her beauty. Even in the cold and well covered, this girl was beautiful and to Victor, that was a dangerous thing. Knowing it would be rude to leave now, Victor excused himself."I'll catch you later." Looking at Ignazio. He wasn't great with crowds anyway. He pressed a button with his right hand and the engine roared to life. It settled into a loud beating and would roar as Victor twisted his right hand on the handlebar. Victor was warming up the engine before taking off. He looked back to the girl and gave her a particular grin, a deviant expression barely hiding his thoughts of her and winked, closing the faceplate and letting off the clutch. The back tire skidded a foot or two, an unplanned event due to the snow that had gathered but used it to his advantage to spin around towards his way out, and sped up the path he had taken down from the street. He then leaned into the turn that took him onto the bridge and in the direction of the Academy.
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 5:50 am
Exwire After Victor released Ignazio’s hand after shaking it firmly, the mocha skinned aristocrat turned his head as he heard the voice of a woman. His personal attendant looked at her as he began to reach into his jacket with his free hand that wasn’t holding the umbrella, but with a quick step in front of the man caused him to stop with his motion, the limousine started to pull towards them slowly then came to a stop a few inches from Ignazio’s and the umbrella wielding man. With the disappearance of the Spanish man changed the young man’s attitude completely but that same smile remained; fake as it was it looked real enough to pass by the eyes of most people who fell in love with his words and charisma alone. ”It is rather rude to interrupt people while they are speaking, and interjecting your own opinions in to a conversation of people you don’t know personally is rather, suicidal if you don’t mind me putting it frankly like that. Even in more civilized countries most people wouldn’t change their route to enter a conversation they aren’t apart of already without knowing the parties involved, miss. A lady should know when to address a Lord in public and how to address him, did your parents teach you nothing before sending you to one of the highest ranked aristocratic schools in the world? Unless…are you here on scholarship?” Ignazio stood there for a moment thinking after talking to her as if she was nothing more than one of his annoying duties to deal with at home, he took in a deep breath of the cold winter air before turning his back and walking with his attendant to the rear of the vehicle to the door which the man holding the umbrella opened for Ignazio. Placing his right leg into the car he turned and looked at the girl with cold eyes for a second. ”That’s funny, the scent in the air is different now, it’s familiar, yet I can’t put my finger on it.”
As Ignazio’s cold golden eyes looked down on the woman as if she was some kind of dog they turned into a warm smile once again as he remembered the scent. ”I remember now, it’s the smell of blood and sewer water, no matter how hard you scrub or how far you run from it that stench will never leave you. It’s rather strong, I’d recommend using a stronger soap next time. Well I think it’s about time I bid you adieu miss. I would offer you a ride to Almedha House, but unfortunately I don’t want to have the rest of my morning or impression on you to be tainted. So I’m taking my leave.” Ignazio said as he stood in the door way, half of his body in the warmth of the limousine that was escaping into the winter’s air. ”Dutch, you can get in the car, I’ll be fine to close the door on my own. I’d like to hear what the lady has to say, I have the feeling she just doesn’t like me for some reason.” he whispered to the man. Obeying his young lord he closed the umbrella after shaking the snow off of the top and walked around to the other side of the vehicle and entered in to the passenger seat in the front.
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 7:47 am
Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || ExwireIt was clear to her; Victor had been uncomfortable with her presence or perhaps previous conversation? He had quickly taken a warm hand shake from Ignazio before beginning to start the motorbikes engine. She watched him leave and observed the devious smile that came across his face before his face shield came down. It was the kind of smile most girls would want men to give them. Alexandria knew immediately what that sort of look meant, although wasn't at all sure what to make of it just yet. Victor's motorbike spun off towards the bridge- the direct route towards school.
Looking back towards the limousine she observed the discomfort of the wealthy man’s servant. He began to reach into his coat pocket- probably for a gun. Ignazio stepped in front of the servant- further blocking her view of him. Ignazio’s attitude had changed, but from little she observed, perhaps it hadn't really altered that much. He prided himself on belittling her- and held a fake smile she knew all too well. Ignazio, however. was most upset with her- lecturing about her place in society and further about her scent. So she let him speak. It wasn't the first time someone had given her a piece of their mind and likely wouldn't be the last.
Alexandria observed Ignazio as he moved towards the back of the limo to get in; however he seemed to be waiting for her to speak. Finally, she gave a coy smile, “Funny you know what the sewer’s smell like. And blood? Is it not below your level?” She asked before turning her back to him as she placed her hood over her head and zipping up her coat. Slowly turning around her smile hadn’t left her face- she had found the whole façade amusing. Not that it was entirely fake- as he obviously came from some great family.
“As much as I.. Appreciate the offer and your hospitality.." She said half-heartly, her smile fading for a moment."..I don’t believe your men would be comfortable with that decision. Auf Wiedersehen, friend.” Alexandria said slyly before turning once more and walked away, perhaps at a later date things would be salvageable. She began to evaluate his words. It hadn't been a goal to start controversy, yet she had to chuckle at his reasoning. It had been some time since she'd done business in the sewers, it took a brave, suicidal, soul to step foot in the place after the accident. A lot of the crime rings were meeting through restaurants and other places; not unlike the Italian mafia.
She stopped and looked up to the cloudy grey sky for a moment. Alexandria took her left hand and touched the her first two fingers to her thumb and folded the others into her palm. She touched this symbol to her forehead, lips then down to her stomach before crossing her shoulders, right to left. 'Your memory isn't forgotten' She thought as she looked down the street to begin her trek once more. Perhaps the horror of that night would never leave her. She smiled, instead of taking in the criticisms negatively she simply let out a sigh, closed her olive eyes and let them go. The new year had just begun there were happier thoughts to be had. Happier things to dwell on- something she had learned after her father's death. Perhaps something of a gift from him.
Alexandria continued down the street, watching as the city began to breathe the morning air and come to life. More people and children bustled through the snow on the way to work or school- not unlike herself. She would be headed back to True Cross, although not likely to the house of Almedha just yet. There was a ceremony to attend.
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 5:04 pm
Exwire Ignazio chuckled as he entered the limousine and closed the door behind him. Dusting the snow off of his shoulders and head he began to fix his hair and laugh a little bit more. ”Well, that was interesting. That woman has more of a bite then I thought she would have. It’s ironic isn’t it, how such beauty is grown from such ugly soil.” he said out loud causing his driver and Dutch to chuckle in the front of the vehicle. The car began to make turns to the left and then the right as they took the longer way around the park in order to get to True Cross. Ignazio reached towards his backpack and grabbed his bottle of water and slowly opened it before taking a sip. The refreshing taste of room temperature water, it was much needed after a heated affair with a woman of her nature. ”Dutch, do you think you can do me a favor? I want to have a bit of a read on the other students in Cram School, do you think you could use your high ranking within the Vatican and my name as a Barthomeloi to get the files of the students sent to my phone. I’d like to get as much information as possible before classes start, just so I can have the perfect partners and all. No need to go into things blind.” Ignazio said as a slight humming came from his inner jacket pocket. Ignazio reached his right hand into his left breast and pulled out his cellphone. It was almost as large as his hand as he placed his thumb on the screen a small bluish-green sphere came out of the phone and expanded into a holographic projector of the screen itself. A new file was blinking in the middle in red: ‘new’ Ignazio smile and then turned the screen off. “Thanks, Dutch.” he called out to the man as they made their next turn down a main road which was a direct shot to the Academy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 5:30 pm
Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire
Victor traveled down the streets and towards the highway out of town. He was weary and weak but something had happened to him. It seemed that something had been lost or perhaps gained in his time away from reality. Images of his mother surrounded by light filled Victor's mind. A feeling of belonging and peace had filled him what felt like hours ago. A conversation unheard by anyone of the living rang in his ears. A place waited for him on the other side but had been denied to him. What life Victor had given up had turned out not to be his to give. He had been returned with the intentions of carrying out work that only he could perform. Explained by his late mother, was the mission he was to give his life unto until relieved not by himself, but by the One who sends him. The sight of the bridge came into view and Victor knew that there was a long road ahead of him. What he had fought for and desired had left him like a doffed mantle. Even if he was to be dragged from street to street, city to city, he would see his goal through. They must be stopped. All of them. Victor's eyes looked ahead in determination at what he rode to. He knew that the CIA would inevitably ind that he had failed the examinations and fled. They would assume him a deserted and would hunt him to the ends of the earth if he did not turn himself in and explain what had happened. He would not let them get in his way since the last thing he needed was the U.S. Government against him. Victor headed for Kyoto where an analyst was posted and make contact in order to be likely debriefed and discharged. Becoming an Exorcist was no longer a possibility yet Victor didn't care for that title anymore. He would seek out strength not through the corrupt trials of True Cross but through the sources of righteousness he knew best. Passing the bridge, Victor felt blood leaving his arms again. Glancing down at them, he knew that he would need to go the hospital but he couldn't afford to be found not by True Cross or anyone he knew. His thoughts drifted to painful places but were quickly shot down by pain that drained him of his strength. Victor knew that he had little time left.
Post Word Count:409 Total Word Count: 3881 Mobility: 450/450 Qi Level: 1,000/18,950 Parameters:
Physical Strength: o300
Defense: o198
Mobility: o450
Qi: o18,950
Intelligence: o65
Weapon Arts: o15
Martial Arts: o232
Accuracy: o52
Fatal Verses: o60
Demonic Control: o12
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