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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 8:00 pm
((Well, keep in mind you were about to fight Mrs. Enlil, so I imagine she's not to pleased.))
"Oh, no you don't!" Elain grabbed the girl by arm as she tried to run by. "You aren't going anywhere till you tell us what's going on!"
((Ohey. The resident villain has arrived.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 8:05 pm
"Begone!" He grabbed Ialo by the head with his left arm, raising him into the air. He arced his arm backwards, sending Ialo into a massive swing and a brutal smash into the floor behind him. The Exile walked forwards and stomped on his back.
((if you play Soul Calibur IV, that move should be familiar. I totally ripped it from Nightmare haha. I've been playing that game nonstop lately))
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 8:15 pm
Ialo ignored any and all pain. Pain, was not part of his mission. Yes, he would have to live in order for this work, but that wouldn't be a problem. Clearly, this man underestimated him. Ialo's aura began to spike in a cold and erratic fashion, and ice began to climb up the Exile's leg.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 7:42 pm
((Pm me if someone posts something.))
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:39 pm
((I'm not dead! Sorry. sweatdrop College kinda took over my life. I'm going to read what I missed--which should take a while--before I do anything. Also I've got some homework due & have to go to church in about an hour, so Colin & Jabezrien might actually be absent 'til tomorrow... hopefully not, tho. If they're not back by tomorrow you have permission to beat me unconcious, even if my excuse is I really am dead. I'm sorry! So sorry--Colin=stop apologising! You're supposed to be an evil jerk!--... Oh. That's right. I am unrepentant! but not really
Colin=you're doing it AGAIN!
Despite my internal discord, all of me is really quite thrilled this has stayed healthy. Us loves us a vibrant non-dead rp.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:40 pm
(( 3nodding We all missed you! Well, I did.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:55 pm
[[Haha, I missed you too. I signed out of my mule just to see if you really did come back. xD]]
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:48 pm
((I feel so loved! Seriously, only one of my friends noticed when my main came back on.... stare Ok, maybe someone's noticed by now, wouldn't know, I'm over here more often... making this my main. Wait. Um. xd ))
Colin had taken care of the stupid burglar quickly, if a bit messily, and had been in the process of preparing to return to the school/warzone when he got the sudden urge to go through his mail. He rarely did. He never got anything of interest that way unless he had initiated the exchange, and ever since school had started he'd been so busy trying to kill people he hadn't had time for any schemes-by-post. Therefore, he was exceedingly taken aback when he found invitations to four magic schools, none of which he'd heard of before. Their messages all started roughly the same way... "Dear Mr. Rivers, it has come to our attention that Mystic Fountain High School's academic atmosphere has been profoundly disrupted by violent death and teachers' dislike for teaching. We have surrupticiously reviewed your entrance exam scores, and found you to be meeting our requirements. Moreover, despite the ghettoesque atmosphere your current center of learning has developed, you have continued to attend what classes were still available and persued research on your own, leading us to believe you are (school name) material. If you would consult the following charts, you would see that our murder rates are much lower than Mystic Fountain's..."
((to be continued))
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:11 pm
((continued! i had to recheck Colin's previous posts & stuff))
Colin drew up a list of the four different schools. I want to be in on the fight for the Fountain. It sounds very much like anyone who controls it can automatically reshape the world. I don't actually want to change the world itself, but merely having that power would make me the most powerful being on Earth--a true shortcut to world domination if ever there was one. On the other hand, I originally went there to learn magic and classes are never taught. While mindless killing is fun, I'm not learning.
One school was called Bai Ching and appeared to be high in an isolated area on the Chinese side of the Alps. They probably have interesting magic to learn--but, China! Damn! I doubt the classes would be in any languages I know. The next was called Unwelcome Boulder School. Its very name was ominously intriguing. The invitation refused to reveal exactly where it was, saying only that if he should choose to attend he would be retrieved. Its murder rate was not that far below Mystic Fountain's, but also listed a full roster of classes and insisted the headmaster was very strict about them actually being taught. Teachers who stopped teaching without either a note from a hospital, a letter of resignation, two weeks notice, or a death certificate had a bounty placed on their heads. Students were encouraged to try themselves to collect such bounties, contributing to the high murder rate. This sounds quite promising, Colin thought, placing a small checkmark near its name.
St. Gristlewood's was in the Austrailian bush. It claimed to be completely isolated from the outside world during the schoolyear, lacking even internet access or cell phone reception. As he didn't rely on either nearly as much as the average teen, this didn't bother Colin. It had no murders at all in the past five years, suggesting strongly it was a proper academic environment. He underlined its name.
The final school was called The Tower and was in the middle of a dense forest in Hungary.
"Oh, oh, oh! You have to go to that one! Dense forest! Eastern Europe! It will be like the olden days when people liked me and feed me and Santa was still around. He ate my cookies! My cookies! Wait, did I have any cookies? Oh, no! Because he ate them! Colin, make me a mayo and relish sandwich," Jabezrien demanded helpfully, floating a little behind Colin and reading over the teenager's shoulder.
Colin scowled and ignored the elemental, refocusing on the school. It was the least interesting of the schools. It mentioned all classes were taught in English, which was good (though strange), but nothing else really made it stand out. He crossed its name off the list, to Jabezrien's vocal dismay. Whoever had written the invitation seemed to recognise how dull the place would sound to a student at Mystic Fountain and had included some legends about the school's past to try to spice the place up. Colin scanned the pages with boredom. He wanted a school with an interesting present or even future, not distant past... Did that say what I think it just said? he exclaimed silently as he hurredly reread a paragraph with sudden interest.
((Ok, this is quite long enough. Continued in next post.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:57 pm
((continued--I like talking, especially about myself! biggrin ))
Yes! This otherwise bland 'Tower' place had a very familiar sounding story of its beginning. Apparently a cathedral had originally been built on its present site a thousand years ago. It had been built around an even older and very mysterious tower, rumored to be sacred. This tower, though supposedly taller than the cathedral, had not been seen for centuries and it was believed the order guarding it had somehow sealed it in another dimension. This sounds exactly like Mystic Fountain! And with the average death rate it has, there was no way its headmistress has realised how spiffy getting into this tower thing might be and gone nutto. It's such a boring sounding place, I'd bet a finger I'm one of the first people to realise the potential spiffiness. It's so much better to come in on the ground floor of these things, instead of having to run around aimlessly, trying not to get killed while you figure out what the hell is going on. I am most DEFINATELY going here. He circled and underlined the name.
Then he realised he'd seen something similar in one of the other invitations. Which one? He shuffled through the pages until he found it. Ah, right, St. Gristlewood's. It briefly mentioned a magical cave called the Sorcerer's Grotto deep under the school. It had once been a source of power, but it had been sealed off (apparently with cement, but whatever it was seemed slightly more spell resistant) sometime in the past thousand years. No one knew how to unseal it, but no one seemed to have tried particularly hard either. And it sounded like the school may have once been a church. Colin's teeth glistened as his mouth cocked into a hungry grin. He wondered about the other schools now. Why had these four schools decided to invite him now? They all seemed to believe they were natuarally connected to Mystic Fountain High, but at the same time none of them seemed to realise this belief.
Colin chuckled as he began drafting letters of reply. I'll ask Bai Ching how easy it would be for me to take their classes, what with only speaking English, Spanish, and German. I have no experience with hierogliphs at all--that is what Asian mountain people write with, right? Hm. Perhaps I oughtened to mention hierogliphs. I might have that wrong and then they'd think I was an idiot. I'll also try to find out their origens. Perhaps he'd just go to all the schools. If they all didn't pan out he could always drop out of some. Wait. He frowned. How was he going to travel across continents quickly enough to stay enrolled in five schools? He fingered the Sticks in his pocket. His cloak was very useful in travelling, but even it had limits. He couldn't just say to himself, 'ok, now I'm going to be in China.' He had to be able to physically see where he was going. Damn. It had been such a great plan too. He groused for a bit before an idea occured to him. It might even work! Can't hurt to try.
((what takes place while I was offline taken care of. Next post they're back at MF High. Also, Kami? I just created/fleshed out all the MFHS impersonators you mentioned briefly! Lol. Hope that's ok.
Do y'all still want another GM? you were looking for one about 30 pages back. I might be able to help.))((mebbe))
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 10:33 pm
Colin wandered around the school with a old polaroid camera, looking for something to photograph. "This place has really taken a lot of damage, even just while I've been elsewhere. I'm not even sure what will still be standing." He stared a bit at two weeping statues. The statues were part of the fountain somehow. They were probably pretty indestructible.
Jabezrien also solumnly observed the two statues. "Do you ever getthe feeling we're standing somewhere the moon has been and doing something she has done? It's very chocolate."
"What? The moon?" Colin asked distractedly while he focused the camera.
"Yes! The moon! Cheese! The pretty moon with red eyes who smells nice you like her but not as much as the healing teacher because she has giant balloons on her chest, can she fly? I'm flying. You can fly. Can the moon fly? She's really a doggy."
"Oh. Luna, right?" "That's what I just said you silly creature, don't you pay attention anymore? Why are you in blue?" it asked suddenly, staring at Colin's clothes as if they had just now materialized.
"Don't you ever pay attention? This is my Bai Ching uniform. I've been wearing it for months, you freakish moron," he replied with a strange lack of malice, taking a picture of the two statues. He held the polaroid, waiting for it to develope.
Colin was indeed in different clothes than he had last worn at MF High. Instead of black robes he was wearing a vaguely Asian royal blue coat and pants. The coat was buttoned up high enough it was hard to tell if he had a shirt on under it. It had a slight bit of gold trim. Both the coat's sleeves and the trousers' legs accentuated his thin limbs. It was one of the reasons he wore the outfit even when he wasn't at Bai Ching. The other reason being that Bai Ching had uniforms and the other schools did not. When he teleported to the other schools the uniform didn't seem that out of place--it was merely a personal taste in dress. Were he to teleport to Bai Ching in something else, however, he would immediately look utterly wrong. He still always wore sandels, however.
Jabezrien didn't care in the least and had forgotten it asked. It floated over to a window. "Oh! Bad dragon! You leave the moon alone!" it cried out and phased outside. It immediately sent a blast of air that seperated Mrs. Enlil and Luna. "Bad bad dragon! You're all just like fire elementals, so rude and lacking in fashion sense and assaulting the moon! We need the moon or there will be no seasons. Seasons are good. They make beer. You," it declared dramtically, wagging a finger at the furious half dragon, "are not a mushroom. So don't pretend to uses you do not have. My name is the same size as my face. Bad dragon!"
Colin looked around. "Bane of my existance? Chatterbox? Where're you off to now? If you're getting another behive to throw in my face I will find a way to kill you," he growled, wondering for the first time where everyone was. There should be more explosions and screams for mercy echoing through the corriders. Or was he getting confused with Unwelcome Boulder?
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 10:43 pm
((Very slight recap for ImEx=
Basically, you & Ialo are in wuv & NewBadGuy somehow twisted that into forcing you two into agreeing to serve him. He brainwonked you both & you're both trying to get Miya for him so he can sacrifice her. Why? Because he's evil. That's what villains do. Evil stuff. Yeah.
Anyway, Mrs. Enlil figured something was up & now you & her are fighting. Or you were--Jabezrien just interrupted to protect you, which is very unusual for him. (using his powers for anything other than brattiness, that is)
Ialo is off aways but nearby & is fighting this revenent/unhallowed dead type guy called the Exile.
Both you & Ialo have weird auras too.))
((I've g2g, but hop hope to be on tomorrow. See y'all!!))
((edit--I was rereading way back.... Mrs Enlil called Colin 'Neutral'?! rofl That's just so cute. I mean, he's running his own agenda, but he's a serial killer for Ra's sake. rofl ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 4:40 am
The Exile leaned forward, the ice just under his knee by this point. He burst forward, his encased knee snapping and bending back as his face bent towards the floor, allowing his free foot to arc up and deliver a smash to Ialo's face.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 4:56 pm
((Oh wow, really excellent posts!))
Ialo yelped as the Exile's foot connected with his face. He was sure he heard something crack. Using all his strength, he forcefully raised himself off the floor, removing himself from the Exile's grasp. Some strange instinct came over him, and he ran his hand over his injury, and it partially healed.
"No. More. Games." he growled. A short obsidian sword appeared in his hand, and the whites of his eyes began to turn black.
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