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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 4:18 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 4:51 am
 Silveril Volce ________________________Silveril remained still in his casket. Mainly because he didn't want to wake up, but it was already too light. There was light and Silveril knew he had to get up since Vivian probably would pester him until he was up. His eyes opened and he easily moved the cover of his coffin off. He sat up and sleepily looked at Vivian as he raised his arm to shield his eyes from the light. He would hiss, but he felt too tired to even try.
"Why would you bother me so early in the morning? It is bad enough I have to work in the middle of the morning." Silveril sighed. "Could this mission not wait until tonight or the weekend?" Silveril figured that he should probably go get the potions and drink them since he didn't bother do that last night and he didn't want to eat the person who supplied his food. ________________________
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Young Master Oz Vessalius Crew
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 4:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 9:51 pm
Silveril Volce ________________________Silveril sighed and was kind of annoyed--mainly because he was being disturbed with his sleep. He got out of his coffin and was too lazy to bother to make it. He hoped to return to it later in the morning. Silveril followed Vivian out of the basement and out to the hot air of summer. He wondered what this important mission was about but he would not complain since it was free potions for a month. That just meant he would get to use more of his income to spend for himself.
"Vivian." Silveril said once he caught up to her. "What exactly am I delivering?" He couldn't really piece together what she wanted since it involved a graveyard and a delivery and importance. Did one of her friends die and she needed help to set up a funeral? Vivian didn't seem like the type to go all out on a funeral. He could just see her shrugging about the death and instead of showing up to the funeral, she'd just send a card about how 'sorry' she was for the loss.
It was either that or he just had a really bad impression of her.
[Exit] ________________________
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 12:53 am
χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ νση ∂єя вα¢н-χιqυι  xI'm more than happy in my candlelight
How strange, how strange.. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Xochiquetzal narrowed her eyes as she heard him continue on in that disrespectful manner. She could perform miracles – she knew it, he just didn't want to accept reality! She took in a deep breath to try to ease her nerves back down, not enjoying how frustrating one person could be. She couldn't be put off by one stupidly vocal heretic – she had heard far worse, though.. they were normally directed at her parents rather than her. ..But, it hadn't bothered her mother, so it shouldn't bother her.
She lowered her arms and looked back at him, masking any irritation carefully from her expression, “...Should you.. accomplish it, it is a definite.” She told him, pausing for a moment before adding, “...I do not.. believe you recall, however.. You fell from a tree moments prior.. I would say I am.. 'brighter'.. than you as well as this girl.” ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ That you should come to my dominionxxxx
In the middle of the darkest night..xxxxx
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 4:35 pm
Peter.Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine. "Incorrect," Peter said, leaning against the wall as he spoke. "You couldn't even break into a building through a window. And I feel out of the tree because the branch broke--not because I didn't know how to get down. So I'm still smarter. And taller. And better looking. Also more clever and better dressed. You're just a purple runt in ugly clothes. With food. Which is your one redeeming quality."
"Also, you never said why you want in this building or why you were going through the window. Frankly, I think we should just use the front door but if you want to be all sneaky about it---hey, how against breaking things are you? I mean, I could just break this window and get us in but if we have to be sneaky and we can't be destructive, well, that's going to take a little more effort."
"Frankly, I think we should--" Peter was cut off by a loud crack and a suspicious crumbling sound, followed by a small puff of dust an oddly man-shaped section of the wall behind him crumbled and he fell through. "Oof!"All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 5:52 pm
StrawberryZ0mbie (( I am not pestering you! D8 I just know that keeping up with both subforums can be hard and.. yes. ;w; )) χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ νση ∂єя вα¢н-χιqυι xI'm more than happy in my candlelight
How strange, how strange.. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Xochiquetzal was starting to learn that the best way to handle this man was to ignore him. She stared at his face and focused on it, memorizing it so when the day came that she was to be granted her omnipotent position over the world, she would recall who this mortal was and dispose of him however she pleased. She wasn't sure if she would have the chance to do that, though, as the Goddess already seemed to be channeling Xochiquetzal's magic towards the man as it was. She raised her brows when a loud crack sounded, feeling dizzy from the sudden noise and even more so with the sounds that followed, but she wasn't going to give into that. She had a greater duty to do. The girl batted her head softly to wake herself up again and turned weary eyes onto the hole that the man had fallen through.
She smirked slightly at the sight and half scooted, half limped her way around him through the hole she had created. “...I believe.. you have felt my.. miracles.. at work, mortal.” She stated, feeling almost proud of herself – today was becoming quite a miracle-filled day. It was a good sign. She looked through the inside of the dorms – no one..? Good. “...Are you.. a teacher..?” She turned back to glance at him; he looked a little old to be a student, didn't he? “Perhaps.. you know where the.. battle strategies teacher.. Abel.. my brother fiance.. resides?”▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ That you should come to my dominionxxxx
In the middle of the darkest night..xxxxx
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 9:55 pm
Peter.Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
"The only thing I've felt so far is a strange urge to wring your skinny neck," Peter said, sitting up carefully. Ow. "Fortunately I'm not a violent man. Or particularly mortal so all is well." He turned around and let out a low whistle as he got his first look at the dorms. "Well, what a swanky little place this is." He had to admit he was sort of jealous. He hadn't lived in a place like this in, well, ever. he had lived in a place that had a roof in ages--much less walls and rugs and beds.
He had to admit one of his life long ambitions was to spend one, full night in a bed without the bed and floor crumbling away at two in the morning and sending him down into the basement in a tumbled heap where he'd end up impaled on the twisted bed frame.
That had happened......more than once, sadly.
"Anyway, you're engaged to your brother? Is that actually normal? I thought incest was frowned upon in most cultures. Sort of like cannibalism."
All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 5:11 am
χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ νση ∂єя вα¢н-χιqυι xI'm more than happy in my candlelight
How strange, how strange.. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Did he just threaten her? Xochiquetzal looked at him curiously for a moment more, wondering how the Goddess would solve this before it harmed her – unless she wanted to hurt her..? It would be strange, but she had been on a long punishment streak, it seemed, so it wouldn't surprise her. Thankfully, before the mortal could attempt to carry out his threat, divine intervention killed any violent instinct in him, it seemed. Ah, it must have been her stare that softened him.
She felt satisfied enough to respond to him openly enough, “...I.. do not concern myself.. with what mortals rule as.. incorrect and correct. However, we are not related. My fiance.. wishes to believe.. so I refer to him as 'brother'.”
Whatever made him happy with the arrangement, Xochiquetzal didn't care. Not.. that it seemed to have worked out very well. She suspected that was why the Goddess was bothering her lately – their fated coupling was failing. She had to try harder and, for that, she would need the man's bedroom. So, she went on opening doors to try to locate the room, standing in front of each one long enough to determine she didn't feel the 'fate' emanating from the room before continuing on.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ That you should come to my dominionxxxx
In the middle of the darkest night..xxxxx
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:45 pm
Peter.Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
"Ah, good thing I'm not mortal," Peter said, wandering after Xochi. Ooh! That vase looked expensive. Unfortunately, he'd never be able to transport it far enough to sell it, which was just depressing. He sighed a little forlornly as he walked over to it and ran a finger along the top rim. There was sharp crack as it broke and fell to pieces.
Oops.
He looked around, impressed with all the strange things in this room. Including the sofas. Oh man, they looked amazingly soft. Just...amazing. He went over to one and sat down, completely losing his voice for just a moment, as he sank into it. Wow. The teachers at this school had it good. If he got to sit on chairs like this every day, he would definitely teach her too.
Maybe he should just take a little nap here for a while or something...All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:39 pm
χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ νση ∂єя вα¢н-χιqυι xI'm more than happy in my candlelight
How strange, how strange.. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ With the man who claimed to not be a mortal – which didn't make sense as that only meant he was either a demon, a fellow avatar, or a spirit. He looked human, so he couldn't be a demon, she truly doubted a moron such as that could be an avatar, and his hair was black. So, he had to be a mortal. Xochiquetzal would have explained that all to him so he could stop with his silly notions about who he was and maybe appreciate his short life enough to start worshiping her, but he seemed to have been distracted by the common room.
Ah, well. Xochiquetzal didn't particularly enjoy talking anyway. She had continued on her way to search every room, looking within each as she went. None had really struck her as particularly 'destined' – none, that is, until she saw a very dark room. True, it wasn't the first darkly decorated room and, indeed, there were more cool-toned rooms in comparison, but this one had caught her interest as, on one of the shelves within it, there was a grand variety of bottles filled with different colored liquids. She wandered further into the room, turning on the lights and taking down one of them to throw it on the ground. It cracked and out came a thick, sweet odor that would probably have been enjoyable had she not just doused the carpet with it. She covered her mouth, but, after a dizzying moment of getting used to it, she grabbed the next few bottles and shoved them into her sack to keep.
She was just heading out when a picture caught her attention. ..Was that..? “..Brother.. fiance?” She raised her brows curiously as she grabbed it up, staring at it intently. Brother fiance.. and Ayu..? They looked younger, but.. She frowned and threw that into her sack too, reaching for the next framed picture of – white-haired harlot. She scowled as she took that too and, determining this was likely Abel's room, she started to get to work.
Xochiquetzal took out a large stack of crayon depictions of her and Abel's wedding day, their children, future dates, and more that she hung about the room, taping it over paintings and onto the full-body-length mirror there so he could always see them together. He would get used to the idea in no time if he had to see these every day! After that, she took out a tube of bright, glow-in-the-dark purple paint sent from her mother, stood on Abel's bed, and began to use her hands to paint a large heart on the wall. Inside of which, she wrote out her and Abel's name, with a quick DESTINY written under that.
She pulled back to admire her handiwork before wiping her hands off on his covers and, pouring the man's waste bin out into her sack so she could go through his trash later, she left the room. She only paused to write, Xochiquetzal's in crayon on the door before returning to where her mortal man had went. “...I have finished the task.”▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ That you should come to my dominionxxxx
In the middle of the darkest night..xxxxx
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 10:12 pm
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 11:34 pm
Christine.Tremaine 
Christine had just been in the process of getting ready to go out when someone knocked on the door and she heard Sylth's voice calling to her. A little surprised when she heard him mention a date, she smirked slightly and went to open the door. "Very bored," She told him, smiling slightly. "And just planning to go find some trouble, somewhere."
"So a date sounds lovely. We should find some place where a lot of people are having a simply smashing day...and do everything we can, to ruin it.'
"Because it is way too hot to enjoy anything. And the idea anyone is enjoying it in the first place is just annoying." She paused. "Then again, we could go for a quiet dinner somewhere like normal people..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 12:38 am
    "When I think about it, rules are like people." ███████████████████ ███ ██ █ Sylthfreiyn smirked, glad that she was already on bored. After all, it was boring to sit around in a dorm doing nothing but torturing little insects, which he doubted Christine did on her spare time. "Of course. Happiness taken from others is the best type of happiness." Sylthfreiyn agreed. He didn't care what other people said. Usually it was the opposite meaning, but Sylthfreiyn honestly didn't find any fun in happiness built by one's self. Cheesy, lame, pathetic sentimentalists only believed in such happinesses. It's like how only ugly people truly believe that beauty is found in the inside and how poor people say that money doesn't buy happiness. Those were all sayings to make themselves feel better. Well, Sylthfreiyn would spit on such sayings if he could.
He started to head out of the dormitory. "A quiet dinner? I'll assume you were being sarcastic dearest. If I wanted someone who would enjoy a quiet dinner with me, I'd just pick off any typical woman off the streets and let myself die of what chefs proudly call food and what I call trash." Sylthfreiyn remarked. "I think we need to find a way to make it rain--water or blood, you pick."
Sylth made his way to the exit. Well, the hole seemed much more convenient to leave through so he slipped through it. Never mind the door. You had to twist a handle and open it. While a hole, you cold walk through it. Whoever invented doors was an idiot who didn't value convenience.
[Exit to somewhere?] █ ██ ███ ███████████████████ "They are better off strangled and stomped to a bloody mess."
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 3:16 pm
Christine.Tremaine
Christine followed Sylth out the strange hole in the front of the dorm. Huh. That was bound to be cutting down on the air conditioner's efficiency. She was going to have to remember to keep her door shut. Stepping outside after Sylth, she grimaced. Ugh. Summer. She hated summer. Too hot. The only place heat was good was in bed.
Or in a fireplace on a cold, winter day.
"I could have been serious," Christine said. "A quiet dinner, served by shackled slaves after having spent most of the afternoon encouraging their obedience by the use of whips and an assortment of sharp, pointy objects. I think it sounds nice." She smiled slightly. "As for rain...I hate decisions. Let's just go with both."
"It sounds more fun that way, anyhow."
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