✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ The butterfly was the most naive fool he had ever met. She still had her hands clasped before her as if she expected nothing to happen. Taunting him, trying to provoke him to attack. 'I will not fall for your treachery so easily.' He thought to himself, though she increasingly made it more difficult. Especially with her words. She was not going to raise her blade to him...because he was not a threat!? 'The nerve of this spineless creature!' He thought to himself as anger briefly crossed his face, his left hand clenching tightly into a fist at the words. She was insulting him to his face to get him to start the fight first, to break the word of what he just said. He took a slow, subtle, breath to try and calm himself down. Focusing on the pain of digging his fingers into his hand. He was not going to fall for so easy a ploy, as tempting as it was to strike at the butterfly before him. He longed to lash out with his blade, but it was at that moment Z would intervene. First with words of her foolishness, which he agreed, though he was blinded by her words into believing they were noble. Not at all aware of the treachery that lay underneath all words a butterfly spoke. He was completely oblivious to the truth of things. 'How far has she corrupted him?' The young moth would wonder.
The moth had been vaguely listening to the humans interaction, but not fully. His mind, focused on the butterfly, only heard bits and pieces. Such as O wanting them to fight, while Z did not desire it it seemed. It hardly mattered what they thought though. This was a war between their two tribes; no one else should be involved. Even if he agreed with O that they should fight and settle this now, though not for the same reason as him. 'Better to cut off the head of the snake quickly.' Was the thought in his mind, even if his mission was not to fight them. And even if he knew he couldn't do to her foolish choice of alerting them to the situation. His attention would be forced onto Z though as he stood in front of the butterfly. The human, unlike O, seemed very much intent on interfering with matters that were not his own. This was exactly why he had been intent on not revealing anything to them. His saving grace was not reaching for his own weapon. Knowing of O's intention, at least a little, Miserorum would have gone into a fight knowing he would not be attacked by him from what he gathered so far. But Z seemed intent to be a human meat shield. Which was a fine sacrifice to kill a butterfly, but would ruin his mission here. He at least, as he spoke, understood he was an outsider to this but seemed intent to stop any bloodshed. His claim of being on the same team was hardly any authority to the moth, though he would shift the focus to coming here for a reason. His reason was very clear; do not let the butterflies get any advantage. Which he was sorely needed for, seeing how easily one human had already been brought under their control.
Miserorum was silent as O began to speak to try and convince Z to not intervene. He was hoping he would convince him at this point. He only showed to Misery that the moths were already at a disadvantage at the moment, especially with how comfortable the butterfly seemed with humans. But his mission was not to kill them, just make sure they moths benefited equally or more. 'And as tragic as it is, killing her would compromise the mission.' He thought to himself. He would die before he failed his tribe just because of his own feelings. Even if he felt he may be forgiven to deal a blow to their eternal enemy. He would hear the cowardly butterfly mention him being right about a goal, as Misery was fairly confident he knew what hers was; the gaining of allies to defeat the moths. Then after asking about a room...she flew off into the room that had all the water in it. Annoyance flashed on his face again. 'Is she so brazen to think she is immune in the company of others, that I am no threat to her...' He thought with growing anger. This was not going to be left without some form of retribution. Not with him having to hold back so much while she seemed at ease. As she entered the room, he would swiftly move to the door before anyone could stop him...and closed it, putting his back against it (the door opens out into the bedroom). While he could do no physical harm to her, he could keep her in isolation for a while at the least. It would hurt more than any words to those vile creatures. He was set to use his strength to keep her stuck in there, and would make it difficult if anyone tried to move him. "Fine, I can agree to those terms. On the condition that I can isolate her in there for a time and that her bed is as far from mine as possible. As she took it upon herself to say, our people do not get along. Grant me this request, and you have my word I will not kill her unless she intends to do so to me." The moth would say, completely serious and intending to keep his word. Was it perhaps a bit childish to make this his request to keep the peace with the butterfly...Probably. But it was his terms to the human who was so intent to meddle in matters that were not his own. He was not one to hold back what he thought most times, save if he gave his word. And if she had been keen to let them know a bit of the history, he was fine with making his own position in this matter well known. ☪ Post count: 5 ✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
Out Of Cocoons: Let me know if I need to fix anything!
CEOxJOE
Aeval_Silvertongue
Lord Hedo
Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2019 11:05 pm
Post count: 17
Zachariah de La Vallière
Though Diana more than likely had her own dislike towards the moth Zachariah still felt like he could trust her to want to keep the peace. Whom he was having trouble having faith in at the moment for peace was Oswald. Zachariah knew where he was coming from, but the brave and adamant man of raven hair had to speak true to Oswald. "I'm doing this because it's wrong for us to throw blows at each other with malice behind each swing. We're a team and we've all got to get use to that!" With his eyes steel Zachariah let Oswald know he wasn't budging on the matter, and that was that. Yet, for all his talk Zachariah hadn't notice the butterfly flutter by behind him and make her way into what appeared to be a brightly lit bathroom.
Zachariah may not have noticed, but someone else sure did. And that someone took full advantage of the moment. A quick slam took Zachariah's attention off of Oswald to see what it was Miserorum had done behind the human's back. "Dang it, this is my fault for taking my eyes off either of the two." It was only do to her missing presence that Zachariah put two and two together, and with the moth being the type to do things for a reason the human knew Diana was shut in the bathroom. "Oh believe me, Miserorum, you and Diana won't be bunking on the same side of the room. You've got my word on that." Zachariah then rubbed at his temple with a growing headache about the negotiations of moth/butterfly peace conference. "But I can't let you keep Diana shut in the bathroom like shes a bad odor. You'll need to let her out."
That's when a sudden knock came to the door. "Excuse me? I have a delivery from Raphaela's Sweets!" On the other side of the door was a raccoon woman, a faunus, with a bakers outfit on with the words Raphaela's Sweets printed on the uniform:s chest, held a rather large box in both her arms as she stood outside the room with her tail swaying curiously. "This is the dorm for team DOVE, correct? Someone named Zachariah paid in advance for this pastry carousel! ...Hello?
Company:: Diana, Oswald and Miserorum Clothing:: In picture Feeling:: Condition:: Healthy Location:: In the dorm room Card account:: 880.00$ Items:: Scroll,
In Diana's mind, she was not providing insult to the young moth, though she had a tendency to be wrong in these instances. Ignoring the words of the white-haired human for now."So violent, obviously not all humans are like that...right?"She thought as she was mentally comparing Zach and O for now. Her purple eyes fixed on the moth before focusing on Zachariah's back before she would be distracted through shininess. The butterfly faunus looked to the little turning things, unable to resist turning the one past the clear walls. Sprayed by cold water, she let out a yelp.
Too busy trying to turn off the water, by the time she had turned to leave, the door was slammed shut. Panic set in as she ran to the door, the now wet butterfly trying to listen through it."You! Let me out,"Diana shouted in indignation, rattling the knob.Why does he have to be such a brat!She thought with a huff. That was before banging on the door itself, trying to force it open to no avail."Zach! Let me out! Please..."The petite butterfly shouted before lowering her voice but still in equal measures of anger.
If she could fly, she would but her wings were currently wet, so she had to let them dry before then. Thinking carefully over what she had eavesdropped on through the door, she huffed again in anger before crossing her arms with a pout, walking over to the strange closed-lidded seat to wait.I guess Koryn was right...Moths are jerks!...This is a disaster. I have to think of something, and quick,She thought, mind running through the possibilities to how to make this work. Standing, she walked back over to the bathroom door just in time to hear a familiar voice; Raphaela."What could she be doing here...?"Diana wondered, confused and curious as ever, momentarily not mad at the moth.
Out Of Crystals!: If I need to edit, just please let me know. Posts Count: 18 Profile Location: In Team DOVE's dorm room // Stare-down with a Moth. Outfit/Equipped: A light colored, long-sleeved dress that rests slightly off the shoulders and gently "V"-shape in the back that is covered mostly due to her hair, the skirt rests to just below her knees. Legs covered by white over-the-knee stockings, black flat Mary Jane shoes and a purple lace head band // Messenger bag with her things inside it // Weapons. Semblance Activation/Rest:
Lord Hedo
Ghost254
CEOxJOE
Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2019 6:13 pm
Team: DOVE Location: Beacon - Room #7 - Team DOVE Company: Miserorum, Diana, Jeremiah Mood: Entertained Post: [49/100] Level: 1 Mission Points: 5
Oswald listened to Zachariah as it was wrong to fight each other. He took his words into thought and taking the situation in all seriousness. He took a breath and began to speak in a well-mannered tone."Damn, I have to say that is one hell of a high road speech." he rubbed his head taking it all in. "But, damn what a buzzkill!" Oswald started laughing at his own joke. He barely shows this side of him but only because it was entertaining to him.
"Fine, not fighting amongst the team." Oswald walked to the bathroom door to where a teammate was needed of assistance. "Hey, stay far away from the door." Oswald yelled out on the other side to Diana and instructs her to stay clear. "I'm going to bust the door down"
He punched the wall with a one-two-one punch and then followed up after having 3x combo hits with a right straight at the door, breaking it opened.
"You good Diana?" Oswald said with a straight face as well as being sincere with her well being.
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Sadly too, the butterfly had grown quiet. Perhaps she was thinking Zs words had an effect on the moth and she would be free soon. Or perhaps she was trying to take away his enjoyment in hearing her suffering. The reason mattered little to the moth as he stared up at Z, though did not draw his weapon. His eyes would lock onto Z, with steel resolve on them. "If you've chosen to side with the butterflies then so be it. When she betrays you, you shall see the error of your ways. But I will not free her as of yet. Not when she insulted me." Misery would say with a cold yet level voice, anger showing at the end of it. An insult was usually met with much worse from the moth, but he had chosen some restraint in this matter. Though it seems for naught in regards to Z. Misery would find his attention taken by a knock on the door, saying they had a delivery from something called Raphaela's sweets and that Z had paid in advance for it. He knew not what they referred to when they said sweets, unless it was some type of nectar. It was a strangely timed distracted, one that O seemed to take advantage of before Misery could question or voice anything. He would loudly yell to stay away from the door, claiming he would bust it down somehow. Why O was siding with her he was unsure. Perhaps in his conversation with Z he may have been persuaded. Before Misery could so much as stand himself to act, he saw the man punch the wall a few times before punching the door...breaking it open and sending wood flying.
Having been leaning against the door, Misery was unprepared as there was suddenly nothing against his back. Before he could truly regain his balance, he found himself falling backwards with his arms moving to cover the back of his head. Everything felt like in slow motion. He could see splinters of wood flying above, what was left of the ruined door swinging to the side...and more importantly, a large chunk of wood that would go straight into the butterfly that was to be freed. It seemed to impact her forehead as she was also showered in splinters, especially in her hair. The moth was feeling a variety of emotions as his hands would impact the floor first. Anger at Z for siding with the butterfly, anger as O for breaking the door and causing him to fall, but satisfaction as the butterfly was showered in splinters and hit by a decent sized chunk of wood. Also confusion at all this happening in the span of seconds. This slow motion type of view ended though once his back also hit the ground as time seemed to go back to normal, with everything flying and crashing at high speeds before everything settled. Still laying on his back, he would look up to O. "Was that truly necessary?" He would ask in an annoyed tone. He would have preferred a fight or competition to settle this rather than O going ahead and destroying the door. He was too stunned to rise just yet, especially with both O and Z looming over him nearby. He had a very much un-amused expression on his face. Hi gaze would then travel to Z as he spoke again. "Who is outside and what is this pastry carousel they speak of, is it a weapon?" He would ask, totally serious. Too many distractions were present to really focus on the butterfly herself for once. Perhaps a mistake he would regret, but the commotion outside the strange room seemed much more relevant to the prone moth. ☪ Post count: 6 ✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
Out Of Cocoons: Let me know if I need to fix anything!
CEOxJOE
Aeval_Silvertongue
Lord Hedo
Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2019 3:14 pm
Post count: 18
Zachariah de La Vallière
"If you've chosen to side with the butterflies then so be it. When she betrays you, you shall see the error of your ways..." These words grabbed Zachariah's attention as the room had grown eerily quiet and Miserorum stare with conviction right back at Zachariah. M spoke as though it weren't a matter of whether Diana "would" betray him but more so "when" she would betray him. O gave a complaint about Z's little speech yet that somewhat fell on the wayside of his mind as Zachariah thought about the words said to him. Betrayal was no stranger to him and Zachariah knew to not completely trust people at first glance. His days wondering around Vale with the wrong crowd had taught him that yet the raven haired lad didn't want to bring himself to suspect the friendly butterfly of any mistrusting emotions but the fact was Zachariah had little idea about this war between the two faunus clans or who might have started it. For all Zachariah knew the butterflies perhaps did strike first and broke the peace. Still... thinking about how Diana smiles so brightly and looked at the world with such doe like eyes made thinking logically against her difficult for Zachariah.
Another knock came at the door as the raccoon faunus' voice called out again yet the tension between the two unwavering teammates was only beginning to grow; Both men sticking to their own guns for their own reasons. Just as things felt like they were going to escalate, they did. But not quite how one might have expected. Oswald had suddenly sprung into action and calmly rose up from his comfortable seat to walk over to the bathroom door Z and M we're currently having a glaring contest in front of. With a quick word from O about agreeing to no fighting between teammates and a warning to the trapped butterfly, Zachariah swiftly realized what he was thinking of doing. Zach tried to open his mouth, a forming plea getting ready to burst forth, but he was too slow. SMACK! BANG! SMASH! The racoon faunus outside jumped slightly and stiffened with uncertainty, while at the same time Zachariah stared at the destroyed door with jaw dropped speechless and a stare of shock. "No...my money.."
"I-Is everything alright in there? I can come b-back later..." The racoon faunus, Raphaela, called out once more but this time there was audible nervousness in her voice as she stood in the hallways with the large box of sweet pastries. Zachariah had came to his senses once Miserorum, laying in the floor, asked his questions. The raven haired leader would had found M's curiosity amusing had it not been for the bathroom door being destroyed, and instead gave a little growl of annoying when responding. "If you're so curious why don't you answer the door politely. You know how to do that much, right?" Zachariah gave a huff but then looked at the resulting aftermath from the O's actions. Zach was thankful he got the but he also gave a sigh before glancing to Oswald himself, a little bothered but now Zach was cooling down some. "M might need help with the team's gift. Could you lend him a hand O?"
Seeing the resulting mess, Zachariah took a step into the bathroom to see his butterfly friend and ask if she's alright. Turns out just taking a glance at her you could see Diana wasn't perfectly fine. Splinters of wood we're scattered about the floor as if they had gone through a wood chipper with bad or missing teeth to shred the material, leaving the pieces misshapen and oddly sized. The sight of a wound visible on Diana attained Zacharias careful attention and as he neared his teammate to see her wound he'd reach into an inner pocket of his coat to pull out a small med kit; Sufficient for most small wounds and ailments. "Diana, hold still. You're hurt." Unzipping the kit, Zachariah opens a small package containing an alcohol wipe then gently raises it to the faunus girl's face to careful dab at her wound and help her heal with his best intentions at heart.
Company:: Diana, Oswald and Miserorum Clothing:: In picture Feeling:: Condition:: Healthy Location:: In the dorm room Card account:: 880.00$ Items:: Scroll,
Diana's curiosity would prove to be her undoing as she was close to the door in order to listen. She was confused when O had told her to step back."Why? What does he plan to do?"The petite butterfly thought with concern as she started to back away from the door as instructed. Not even ten seconds later, she got her answer...In the form of the door exploding!
She had closed her eyes, trying to activate her aura in time. Unfortunately, she did not cover her face in time as a rather large piece hit her in the forehead. And she could not save her hair...several splinters poked out from the moonlight locks."Oowie,"Diana groaned, rubbing where the door piece had got her."That'll leave a bruise,"She noted before opening her eyes. Purple orbs glared ahead towards the tall pale-haired male."That was unnecessary,"The petite and wet butterfly said calmly with a frown, her wings were practically vibrating from her agitation of being hit. Though her wings would be still as she registered a voice and words in unison with her own as she looked to the moth momentarily before looking away.
She had not realized the light trickle of blood on her forehead at this time. If it wasn't for Zach, she might have lunged at the big meanie-head. Although Oswald's intent was pure, his execution was a bit overboard. Her attention back on their team leader, she would wrinkle her nose at the scent that was in his hands. Her petite hands grabbed the human's gently but firmly, moving them away from herself to rest in front of them.
She would give Zach a kind smile, as if to silently say she was alright before letting them go and walking over to her tormentor. With a sigh she would carefully walk around and to his left. Careful not to step on him before turning to face the moth."Well, this could be worse,"the butterfly thought, her expression calm once more. She held out a dainty-looking hand for Misery to take, should he choose to.
Out Of Crystals!: If I need to edit, just please let me know. Posts Count: 19 Profile Location: In Team DOVE's dorm room // Stare-down with a Moth. Outfit/Equipped: A light colored, long-sleeved dress that rests slightly off the shoulders and gently "V"-shape in the back that is covered mostly due to her hair, the skirt rests to just below her knees. Legs covered by white over-the-knee stockings, black flat Mary Jane shoes and a purple lace head band // Messenger bag with her things inside it // Weapons. Semblance Activation/Rest:
Lord Hedo
Ghost254
CEOxJOE
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2019 4:21 pm
Team: DOVE Location: Beacon - Room #7 - Team DOVE Company: Miserorum, Diana, Jeremiah Mood: Entertained Post: [50/100] Level: 1 Mission Points: 5
The door was broken down by one punch after a three punch combo. His power allowed him to do more damage after each punch. "Damn, maybe I punched a bit too hard; two punches would have made less of a mess." Oswald was surprised from the damage he has caused. He just wanted to open the door, not destroy it. Misery fell on top of the scattered pieces from the door that Oswald has caused and in his response asked him if it was necessary.
"I like to smash things but if there is any consolation, I didn't see THAT s**t coming either." He walked close to Misery and gave him a hand to help him off his feed. Oswald is in an excellent mood. Oswald couldn't care if he isn't liked, he was having too much fun. "Zackariah, was that a bit too much?" he asked a rhetorical question about the door.
"Diana, you were close to the door, weren't you?" Oswald asked another rhetorical question. He helped M as Zack helped Diana. Oswald couldn't help feel all warm inside. Today was getting better and better. Now he is hearing more threats from his teammates. Seeing them getting heated. "This is exciting."
✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ There was a bit of a silent pause after O's punch busted the door open. No one quite sure why things had come to this, or even expecting the results of it. The first thing to break the silence was the voice at the other side of the door, saying they could come later with nervousness in their voice. Misery, for once, could not blame whoever it was. Hearing combat was something you either took advantage of for scavenging, or you decided to not partake in if you weren't ready. Which whoever was outside side seemed to clearly not be ready, though Misery couldn't really focus on that. He would hear O say that he punched too hard, and two punches would've been less of a mess. Misery wasn't even sure how the person had the strength to do this to a door just by punching. 'A person of formidable strength. I wonder how things would be if he were my enemy.' Misery thought to himself fleetingly, as much too much would be going on around him soon enough. He had a slight smile to his face at hearing the butterfly say owwie in pain from the hit, glad at least one good thing came out of it. Though when he heard her say that was unnecessary as he asked it to Oswald, his eyes shoot back to the girl in question. His look was more confused than angry that they had the same thought, noticing her look to him as well before looking away. He would even note her wings vibrating in what he assumed to be agitation. His confusion would turn to a scowl, even if she couldn't see it now. 'Damn butterfly.' He thought to himself, not entirely sure why having the same line of thinking as her made him upset.
Misery would find his attention taken by Z this time as he would receive an answer to his latter question, being told if he was curious he should answer it and asking if he knew how to do so politely. That was a word Misery didn't know the meaning too. 'What is politeness...' He wondered idly to himself, but didn't voice it yet as Z gave a huff, sigh, and told O to help him get the teams gift. 'Gift? Why are we receiving a gift.' He wondered to himself, confused. Gifts were reserved for only when you accomplished something. Like being gifted a name. Besides being put on this team, Misery could think of no reason to be given a gift. Before he could really question it though, Z was already walking past him to the butterfly. 'The fool.' He thought, knowing the butterfly would betray him one day. He could understand why the human would side with those deceptive creatures, and not believe his own word. It was simply a lesson he would have to learn with experience...if it didn't lead to his death. Misery would look to O as he walked over, saying he liked to smash things but he didn't foresee the door breaking either. 'So it was an accident.' Misery thought to himself, understanding a bit more of why the guy would punch the door. Though still annoyed he decided to circumvent Misery by doing so, assuming it had gone as O wanted it to, it was a smart way to get past Misery. Even if Misery wanted to punch him to be at least even. He would offer a hand to Misery, who debated on accepting it.
'I can get up on my own...he was the one who knocked me over...But do I accept his indirect apology?' Misery would wonder to himself as O took the chance to speak, asking Z if his knocking down the door was a bit too much and the butterfly if she were close to the door. Not quite picking up the rhetorical nature, Misery almost felt like answering...except that Z and the butterfly weren't exactly on his good list. So that deterred him enough from speaking in regards to that. Though logically he knew the answer was no for the first, as short of a dual Misery was not moving from the door. And for the second one...just looking at the butterfly earlier one could tell she tried to be far from the door. As Misery was processing this, he would notice another presence sneak up on him. He saw black shoes, white stocking that went up past knees, darkness, and a dress continue up. As the butterfly had walked past him on his left side. Too much had been going on for him to keep track of her in this instance, though he felt ashamed to have let her get so close without his knowing. Even if awareness during the day was one of his weaknesses. He scowled again as she went entirely around him, wishing he could do something about it...and offered her hand to his. He gave her a suspicious look, not at all trusting her. He almost wanted to accept it just to pull her down to the floor, but then she'd either be next to him or on top of him...and physical contact with a butterfly repulsed him.
Looking between the two he felt mildly annoyed. He now had to accept one to get up at all. Not giving the butterfly a second glance, he would accept O's hand and be lifted to his feet with the guys help. "Apology accepted O." He would simply say, taking the mans explanation as an indirect one since he didn't intend that kind of damage. He wasted no time after that though. He would move forward, not caring if he had to bump into anyone/ shove with his shoulder, to get past them and to the door. He did not desire to be near the butterfly a single moment longer. As he made it to the door, one hand would drop to the hilt of his katana as the other would open the door. He was prepared for combat, to be attacked, any excuse to bring out his katana to fight at this point. He needed an outlet after all of this. As he opened it he had an almost apathetic look to him which hid his inner anger, though his eyes may betray that part. The door would be opened wide, so whoever was on the other end could clearly see he had his hand on the katana and was ready to draw it. "You may leave this "gift" here. If you have no further obligation to be here, you may leave." He would simply say to the person, taking in her features and assessing how much of a threat she may be. ☪ Post count: 7 ✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
Out Of Cocoons: Let me know if I need to fix anything!
CEOxJOE
Aeval_Silvertongue
Lord Hedo
Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2019 3:12 pm
Post count: 19
Zachariah de La Vallière
He intended to help the butterfly but when stopped by her own hand Zachariah nodded his head and understood. With a small smile to him he knew that cringed face of Diana's wasn't so much because the sting of her cut but more so the sharp smell of the alcohol wipe Zach was going to use. If she didn't feel it necessary to treat her cut that was fine, Zach just couldn't help from thinking he'd wasted a perfectly good little tool; His left hand balling up the alcohol whip and then tossing a three pointer into a garbage can sitting within the splinter filled bathroom.
From there Zach kept kneeled in the bathroom as he silently watch Diana approach Miserorum. Half expecting a scolding, like how she huffed at Oswald earlier, Zachariah was glad to see how she was extending an olive branch to her moth enemy. While Zachariah would have maybe been tempted to give to the winged guy a kick for this fiasco he could also see that same sort of explorative curiosity coming from the faunus. "Perhaps he's still figuring out how to trust others. If so, I can't stay too mad at the guy for being rough around the edges." For the time being if felt as though things would be fine, and even Oswald was trying to make amends to thing in his own way and words.
With a sigh of relief Zachariah took to his feet, simply rolling his eyes at Oswald as the silver haired boxer asked his rhetorical question. "No, not at all O. We would had made more reselling sawdust instead of barkdust." Giving his own smartass response, playfully of course, before waiting for everyone to kind of migrate out are the bathroom area Zachariah then give a stretch in the main part of the dorm room. Taking this moment of peace, the team leader would take a seat in one of the lower bunk beds before shifting through his contact info on his Scroll. A well written apology and explanation was swiftly typed up to be sent to the administrative email with Zachariah kind of just shrugging things off, ready to take the punishment whatever the higher-ups deemed fitting for his team's accident. It was only after hearing the dorm room's door open did he remember about the person out in the hallways calling to them earlier.
As Miserorum would open the door a faunus woman slightly jumped and stiffened up, along with her tail, to see the young man's subtly stern face greeting her. "Isn't he too young to look so serious?" With Miserorum words taken in, and Raphaela's own worries from the sounds earlier still in play, the faunus woman was uncertain how to react to this until the door which the moth man had opened showed her two customers from earlier also within the room in question. With a humble smile the faunus woman would kindly place the large box on the ground and then give a bow to Miserorum. "Thank you for buying from Raphaela's Sweets!" With her delivery completed the raccoon faunus took her leave but not before silently waving goodbye to her patrons; Though there was a little worry since she had seen her butterfly customer had looked a mess.
Zachariah was glad to see the gift box transaction went well enough between Raphaela and Miserorum, but after quietly waving goodbye to Raphaela the raven haired leader would unzip his pack and toss a towel to Diana; Thinking she might maybe wanna dry off a little and his way of saying her attempt at kindness hadn't gone unnoticed. After that it was easy to take to his feet and to slip by M for Z to place the box on small glass table by the window. A sweetly sugary aroma bloomed from the box as it sat there tantalizing all who looked upon it, but at that moment Zachariah only stood by the box to explain a little about it. "Alright team, with our bathroom door looking how it is I just came up with a great idea! Since we've got energy to spare why don't we make things interesting with a friendly mock free-for-all battle? Not only is it an excuse to blow off some steam but it'll show who is truly worthy of the prize that hides within this big pink box!"
And thus the captain of Team DOVE stood with a friendly yet challenging smile at his friends waiting to see what the others might think of this game. "So what say you three? Shall we test our team's strengths? Or would ya rather be cooped up in this room?"
Company:: Diana, Oswald and Miserorum Clothing:: In picture Feeling:: Condition:: Healthy Location:: In the dorm room Card account:: 880.00$ Items:: Scroll,
Diana merely looked at the tall white-haired male with a slightly bemused expression at the comment of being close to the door. Even if she had been, it was still a little overboard. And she was not surprised when the young Moth had snubbed her offer to help him up. She would merely shrug before smiling a little."This shall be an interesting experiment for sure,"The petite butterfly thought to herself. Refusing to give up a positive attitude.
Zach's sarcasm towards Oswald only made her tilt her head slightly to the left."What do you mean, Zachariah,"Diana inquired after his comment about selling the busted door for sawdust versus bark-dust. All other thoughts went out the window, so to speak, as she saw Misery go for the door. The sweets shop lady was on the other side! She smiled and waved to the racoon woman in a friendly manner before the moth would close the door."How rude,"She thought with a frown before sighing softly.
Her attentions were to movement coming towards her as she would catch the towel from the raven-haired human."Thank you,"Diana replied then began drying herself off; starting with her hair as he would continue to speak."Oh dear..."the butterfly thought once again with a frown. Though she did indeed ponder this, she was not sure if it was really a good idea.
Was it normal for males of this culture to just go into brawls? She was not sure but, looking to the pink box, her curiosity was peaked to say the least."I don't see why not. Where shall we have it,"The young woman replied, getting the last of the wood from her hair."It should be fun...as long as the Moth doesn't go too far with it,"the butterfly thought, slightly worried but, confident in her skills.
Out Of Crystals!: x.x sorry for the wait. Posts Count: 20 Profile Location: In Team DOVE's dorm room // Stare-down with a Moth. Outfit/Equipped: A light colored, long-sleeved dress that rests slightly off the shoulders and gently "V"-shape in the back that is covered mostly due to her hair, the skirt rests to just below her knees. Legs covered by white over-the-knee stockings, black flat Mary Jane shoes and a purple lace head band // Messenger bag with her things inside it // Weapons. Semblance Activation/Rest:
Lord Hedo
Ghost254
CEOxJOE
Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2020 5:27 pm
Team: DOVE Location: Beacon - Room #7 - Team DOVE Company: Miserorum, Diana, Jeremiah Mood: Very Happy Post: [51/100] Level: 1 Mission Points: 5 COMBO: 4
he drama was slowly departing. With minimum damage to the dorm on Oswald's part, it was time to take it easy. He turned around to the beds of the room and as he was about to sit down he heard Zach say a battle.
Oswald then stood up from where he was going to lie down and walked to Zack. Approaching to him he grew a smile on his face and put his right hand on his left shoulder and said, "You had me at 'battle'. Heh Heh Heh." His smile grew near to ear to ear. "This day just keeps getting better and better. I assume you guys are joining as well.. "
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Using his sheath, he would slide the box into the room and close the door silently. Making sure to secure it with the locking device it had as well. As he turned, intent to study this package, he would find it already snatched up by Z and carried over to a small table by the window. His nose raised in slight displeasure as he caught what the scent of the box. 'Repulsive.' He silently thought to himself as he was glad the box was no longer near him. Z would then begin to speak as Misery kept his attention on the human and listened...though with less interest as time went on. 'Mock friendly battle? For that vile smelling box?' He would question in his mind almost as if it were a joke the human was making but he looked entirely serious. Holding back in fighting for a prize that was repulsive hardly seemed like a good way to let out Misery's frustrations in this case. Normally it would be very easy for him to join in a fight, as battle was simple and a way for him to prove himself or die honorably. But this...this was nowhere near that. It was almost as if the human was trying to deter him specifically from participating. Though Z didn't seem to notice as he seemed pleased with his own suggestion, asking a question of if they should test team strength of remain locked in here. Given it was still day...the moth was oddly leaning to the latter option.
O seemed all for the promise of battle, and even the butterfly wanted in as she asked for the location. The moth almost let out a huff of annoyance. "I do not see how this would test our strengths if we are to hold back in this battle. How does one improve or show their true measure when not faced with the risk of defeat or dishonor? If we are to fight, it should be done with no restraint." The moth would say matter of factually, clearly not in the best mood. He would pause for a moment before continuing. "And I do not care for whatever lay in that box. If scent is any indication, it is nothing I desire." He would simple say. The box truly held no interest to him, in fact it was just a reason for him not to participate in whatever was about to occur. He would move over to the side of the room where his bunk was, and lean against the ladder railing. Thus far, he had no reason to truly join them in this fight. With it still being day as well, he was much better off asleep due to his own nocturnal nature. He was still deciding, assuming the options and circumstances remained, whether he would follow just to watch or remain in the room to sleep. He would wait patiently to see what the response would be though. ☪ Post count: 8 ✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
Out Of Cocoons: Let me know if I need to fix anything!
CEOxJOE
Aeval_Silvertongue
Lord Hedo
Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2020 5:45 pm
Post count: 20
Zachariah de La Vallière
A raised eyebrow was given to Diana, and then the goof was reminded how just about no one would probably know his little fun fact. "N-nevermind. It was a dumb joke." Slightly nervous, slightly embarrassed, slightly blushed. During his travels Zachariah had worked as a carpenter for lodging and food for some time. In that small town the electric handsaws the carpenters used had small bags attached to them. When Zachariah asked why that was they told him it was to collect the sawdust and resell it by the pound. Apparently it fetched a well price because how useful sawdust is in absorbing messes and for it's other practical uses; Such as making pykrete. A cool fact, he thought, which ended up as a lame inside joke.
Yet the butterfly's eyes did not go unnoticed, as she gave a sharp look of discontent. More like a scolding glare really, Zachariah knew why and somewhat understood. It was a little cold of Misery to act as such to Raphaela but maybe he was still just being on guard. Zachariah can somewhat empathize with Misery's standoffish attitude because when he had to travel alone Zachariah was the type to be cautious and always have his back against the wall. Still, something had to be done to ensure the moth he was amongst allies now; Difficult to do due to a clan rivalry, yet Zachariah hoping not impossible.
With his boisterous proposition given to his teammates Zachariah was feeling rather sure of his choice. Oswald's hand, though slightly intimidating, had Zachariah so sure about his feeling! Yet there was a slight snag in the plan. Miserorum had some logic to what he said, and yet Zachariah couldn't hide his furrowed brow of disbelief. "Does this guy not believe in sparring at all?" Sure. Real strength is shown the moment it truly matters, like that moment of fate where things are based upon the cruel roll of a dice, but how would you ever get better if every test was life or death? Wouldn't there be a lot less life on the planet if things were cranked up to that extreme every single fight?
And yet, a cat like grin couldn't be swayed away from the human boy's own lips to the protest poised from the moth swordsman. "Oh? The box is your excuse not to flex, is it?" Without much caution about repercussions Zachariah spoke as he thought, carefully moving Oswald's large hand from his shoulder with his own hand as Zachariah aimed his remark at Miserorum. "What a shame. While it's true we're holding back, there is still some indignity to be had in not taking the challenge. I mean, if the butterfly was brave enough to pick up her weapon with a smile what would that say about the moth who turned down the same call to arms?"
Miserorum didn't look like a pushover but at the same time looks say one thing while actions say another. Zachariah did anticipate one of his teammates not liking sweets, or having a reason they can't have so much sugar, yet at this moment telling Miserorum he had a back up prize for him seemed irrelevant to the situation at hand. Right now a test of pride felt more relevant, and with Miserorum being the only party unwilling to participate in the brawl Zachariah wanted to see what egging him on would do.
"Anyway, we should be heading off before it gets any later." Zachariah turned calmly to the door, letting the other know they'll be heading out to the training area before giving one last attempt to extend an invite to M. "If you wanna join you're free to come Miserorum, but if not we'll see you here later." A small smile still press to Zachariah's lips as he exited the room as there was a sense of excitement in being able to have a friendly dual with his new team. But just will things could play out what something the raven haired swordsman also held close to his playful mind.
Diana looked to Oswald as he spoke, seeming rather excited at the prospect of a possible brawl. It did not surprise the butterfly from the short amount of time spent with the three males. It seemed he was the most thirsty for conflict out of all of them; still an odd concept outside of the culture she was raised by."I wonder what other emotions can be elicited from this human,"The petite butterfly pondered while drying her hair.
Her gaze then turned to the Moth as he would seem to react to their team leader's proposal. And though he would make valid points, she would not say so. Walking back to the bathroom, she would find a bin to place the loosed wood pieces she got from her hair into. She would then walk back to her bag where she would find a comb to untangle her long locks before braiding it once detangled. Though it could not be helped, she would have to wait for her wings to dry outside in order to fly. Her clothes were still damp but, she would not be too hindered in that way."Haven't you ever just sparred for fun,"Diana inquired when the Moth asked about no restraint.
Sure she had experiences from her training but, even back home she would spar; if only to show her brothers how it was done. Though his comment of the box's contents had her curious, she would refrain for now...Instead, her attentions were turned to the raven-haired human who seemed to be acting quite different. It seemed that the Moth's response had triggered something. Diana paused momentarily in witnessing the human boy's taunting, purple eyes widening slightly in surprise."Are you insane,"Her look seemed to ask Zach as she looked to him before returning to a more neutral reaction. Looking to Miserorum, she wondered what his response would be. Though she would leave her bag, her unlit lantern staff and her bow with quiver of arrows at the foot of the bunk bed closest to the left wall, she kept her sword sheathed at her left hip.
"Zach...Don't provoke him,"Diana said with a sigh and a small smile. The thought of a friendly spar had her thinking of home really."I wonder how they are doing..."the butterfly thought momentarily before shaking her head and looking to their team leader. He was more mischievous than she had given Zach credit but, would it work she wondered."Alright,"The petite young woman replied as she began to follow the young man out by foot."Hm, I hope my wings dry soon,"the butterfly sulked mentally but, smiled a little at the thought of seeing what the boys were capable of.
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