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Axel Oblivion : Shaman Priest

Axel nodded her head. "Oh so the one with the brown hair." she said holding her hands behind her back. "Well, I never expected you to be twins. You don't look the same. Well of course neither do my brother and I. The only thing thats the same is our hair." she said with a chuckle as she walked around the corner and found Trent's room. "Well here we are." she said knocking on the door waiting for them. "Hey Trent! You in there!?" she called to him.

The fairy held her hand in the light, afraid to melt, like snow and spring.

Ivory winced, tears pouring, blinding her as Aerith grabbed her wrists. Panic drove into her lungs like a searing knife, but she gound her teeth against it, thiking like a mantra that it was Aerith. Just Aerith...Just Aerith...
The panic slowly subsided. Her friend's voice helped. It was soothing, soft, like a landmark, helping her dig her way out of the panic that tried to pull her down into that primal fear again. She opened her eyes, and could see the watery image of her behind the flow of tears. "Ivory it wasn't your fault. And you're not stupid either." Ivory shook her head in denial and puffed a helpless breath out of her mouth. Her nose was no longer an option, as it was stuffed with mucus. It was shaky, and felt hot in it's passing, like he insides, her lungs were overheating from hard labour. Another little hiccup and sob escaped her into Aerith's face. "I know how you feel. At one point in time...life had no meaning anymore." Ivory tried to blink to clear her tears, and thought hard to process her meaning.
"Y-you-?" she asked before she choked and twisted her head to the side, coughing to clear it. The effort brought her into another body-wracking sob which bent her over, falling back into her own lap. She felt Aerith's hand softly touch her hand and stay there.
"That time's gone now. It's hard to move on from a troubling past. Because it haunts you from the shadows. But its all in the past and this is something new. You aren't surrounded by people like that anymore and even if you were. I'm pretty sure Maro and I wouldn't allow anyone to hurt you like that man did."
Ivory had tried to forgive him. She knew, in theory, it wasn't his fault. It's not like he'd really done that of his free will. But it was the only way she'd ever seen him. That hot, sick panting, rough possessive touches, and holds. It's what made meeting males so hard. She knew it was her fault for going out there, but she just couldn't bring herself to wholly forgive the man in her heart. It hurt too much. It made Ivory look at her own self with that much more disdain.
Aerith's finger coaxed her chin up, to look at her. "Please don't cry anymore. Crying only deepens the pain that you want to escape. Forgive him and forgive yourself. That's what Ms. Travoi told me at least. It was hard though...forgiving my uncle for what he had done to me but it help me repair myself into the person I am today. It was hard and it was harder when I thought no one was by my side. But I had Lena and her mother and father. As for you, Ivory, you have Maro, Me, and many others who will stand by you when you need them. Life will only have no meaning when there is nothing to give meaning to it."
As much as Ivory despised herself for all the reasons that this had happened and how she handled it, she loved Aerith. Her words were helpful. No one had never put things so compassionately in front of her. No one had said she had so many people who loved her and would protect her and support her, besides her own sisters. It was bittersweet, jabbing at her heart in warmth. As gentle as her own kin, Aerith dabbed at her face with an infirmary towel. She closed her eyes, her sobs calming down until they were pitiful little hiccups.
For a while, Ivory just sat there, swaying from her overwhelming story-telling. She blowed some snot into the towel until finally her breath evened. Her hands lay limp in her lamp and she stared at them, not feeling so much worthless. Just....tired.
"I can't forgive him...just, not yet..." She sniffed and wiped her hand across her nose, picking up a trail of boogers and wiping it on the towel. "And...if it means anything, I didn't want to tell you like this. I wanted to get over it first. I don't know how, though. I mean, it's like it's always there. How do you get rid of something like that? I thought things were getting better. I was acting like it wasn't a problem. I could ignore it, until that girl suddenly did that... And she'll think I'm crazy. And why do I keep getting upset with Maro. It's not like he's done anything." She gulped in some air, realizing she'd never said so much about her feelings in her life. It shocked her. Appalled her, even. She wondered if she was troubling Aerith with this.

But her white skin flashed in the sun, solid, existing, and astonishly alive.

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xxxx Asphodel stood past the gates, eerie citrine eyes found themselves looking at one of the random school buildings. A soft breeze caressed her lavender skin and swayed dark, heavy indigo locks. She blinked thrice, an addled expression filling her blank expression. 'Huh...? But I was just home...' Shaped eyebrows furrowed in befuddlement. She rubbed her fingers onto her palm, forming a limp fist. The action made her aware of a piece of crumpled paper in her left hand. On it was a sloppily scribbled note.

Spent too much time in the astral plane. No time to wake up. Sleepwalked.

Her cheeks puffed up in irritation. I can't believe I did that again, thought the girl. A quick sigh escaped her plump, indigo lips. Asphodel looked much like a corpse who had died due to frostbite. However, that was what made her beauty eerie. Not that she minded... Asphodel had her fair share of lovers here and there. Never ended well for any of them.

After pocketing the note, slender hands dusted off the dress. It was an inch above her knees, showing off her feminine, indigo legs. Asphodel started towards the dormitories, keeping her pace languid. She wanted to get a feel of this place. It had been awhile since this sorceress had been to school. A long while.

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Trent got caught off guard when Hibachi started messing with his male hormones. Dammit, she's right. That would be interesting, getting deep in his thought as the girl jumped onto his back, forcing him to carry her to his dorm. He grinned, Let's Go! he shouted, as he began running at full speed, having a trail of dust follow him.
Soon they got to his dorm room where she began setting things up. Every second they got closer to the goal of their prank, Trent would nervously gulped. Of course, if the prank went wrong and turned out to end up him having relations with the two girls, it wouldn't be anything new to him, besides the whole 2 girls on 1 guy thing. That was certainly something he's never done before. He was thinking of ways how he could appease the two, causing his face to get red with images. When Hibachi began explaining the rest of the plan, he snapped himself out of the trance and nodded.
You think sexual harassment has stopped me before? I'm not scared of any trouble. I'll do it. He put his hands on his hips and laughed triumphantly at the ceiling as he watched her disappear into his closet. What? he shouted as he followed her to only reveal she had some of her clothes in his large closet. He shook his head in awe, wondering how the girl got the clothes in there, only to come down to one conclusion; it's Hibachi. How else?
He sighed and smiled at her as he grabbed onto an outfit, removing his clothing, and putting said outfit on. When he finally slipped into it, he had unbuttoned the shirt and the buttons to his pants, revealing bit of his underwear as if to entice someone. K ready, he said as he left out the closet and jumped onto the bed putting one of his hands behind his head in a comfortable manner, and the other latched onto his pants as if he was ready to slide them off any time.
He heard the Axel knock on the door immediately springing to action. He pointed at Hibachi to open the door, getting ready to show off his glorious for a man's body (YEAH, He's supposed to be buff in the chest and stomach, just imagine ;-; ).
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Location | | Trent's dorm
Thoughts | | SO... TEMPTING...
Company | | Hibachi
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OOC | | Sorry I've been away guys :c . Time to make up for missing posts D:

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent
spacespacespacespacespacenot belligerent
spacespacespaceI wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent
spacespaceand have common sense.. yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club
spacespacespacespacespacecuz I wanna belong
spacespaceAnd I need to get strong, and if memory serves
spacespacespaceI'm addicted to words
spacespacespacespacespacespacespacespaceand they're useless

Suddenly in the bowling alley, there would be a few butterflies only the supernaturals would be able to see, which would group up forming a familiar male, except he was in different clothes. DIFFERENT AND RIDICULOUS CLOTHING. He looked around realizing none of the humans noticed that he used a spell to teleport there. Mentally thanking the fact they didn't notice he ran towards the group. "Hey guys! Sorry if I'm a bit late. I had to pick out something to wear, he said not realizing he looked like a hot mess. So, how do you do this sorcery? he asked looking around at the normal humans bowl, wondering how they were able to do so, and if so, what trick were they doing.
He stared intently, focusing on the bowlers only to receive creepy stares in retaliation, at one: his outfit, and two: his weirdness.
After a minute of staring at the bowlers, he finally gripped onto the sides of his face, crouching down, looking as though he was lost, confused, and defeated. I DON'T UNDERSTAND! HOW ARE THESE PEOPLE ABLE TO DO ALL THIS? he said watching people make strikes and pars and play games and such.
Judal stayed crouched down as multiple people crowded around him, trying to help the strange... man.

"We're all standing with our backs against the wall.
Sooner or Later
Waiting on the phone that never calls, at all.
Heartbreak come strollin' in like a storm.
Sooner or Later
Tryna' swim, but your sinking down like a stone, alone.
I can feel the fire, in the night, waiting here,
Baby it's like we're
Walkin' on a wire, through the fear, take my hand, we'll get there.

Sooner or Later, I swear
We're gonna make it. We're gonna make it.
Sooner or Later, I swear
We're gonna make it. We're gonna make it.
Milk and Honey 'till we get our fill.
I keep chasing and I'll always will
Sooner or Later,
I swear,
We'll make it there,
Sooner or Later."