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"I.. uih.... yeah, the sky is nice!!" She smiles and covers up for it and walks out of the courtyard. "let's just go this way then..." With that being said, she pulled on Kai's hand and started running off in some random direction. I can't remember where it is... It was the place I met Kurai and I don't even know where it is and I was too stupid to bring my backpack with me today... I'm so stupid...

Ria bit her lip and finally found an empty corner. She settled and watched everyone else going around. There seemed to be a dance coming up. She wished she could go but she of course didt have a dat. Ria sighed and closed her eyes. She wished there was someone, anyone, willing to talk to her as she was new.

Soon after Bara said she'll stay with him more until he finds Makie he continued his search, that is, until Makie stumbled over through the bushes and popped out. She didn't look like the Makie he was with a few hours ago, no, she was all scratched up and may be bleeding in some places. Her clothes looked worn out and her shoes look like they were about to fall off of her feet.

"Makie...!!" he cried as he jogged over to her, the wind blowing his black hair about. But clearly, his cheeks were stained with tears. Through Makie's eyes, you could see awesome dtermination flaming, like she wanted something so much that she would push herself to the outer limits.

He could hear her voice, but it was quite hoarse, almost like she was trying so hard to say his name. He didn't want her to use up her energy to call out his name. He smiled weakly, but his face was filled with concern and sorrow, it was quite hard to be happy this time. All his attention bedrew on Makie than Bara, he actually forgotten about Bara at this point.

"Makie... save your energy... don't speak" he said softly over and over again, he was quite tired himself, today has been a really exausting day. He recently saved Ai from death, brought her to the hospital which was a pain, he soon after he was mocked by Feena for several reasons, and then to bed, then with Makie. He didn't mind being with Makie at all today, it made himself relieve all his stress and headaches lately.

Soon, Makie ranted on about being sorry about him crying when she won the tree race, and that she didn't make him feel better, and that she was sorry about not running after him when the fangirls were after him. He smiled for real this time but shook his head, Makie was quite wrong about all that. It was all his fault. He was crying to make Makie feel like beating him was a gift, plus she was already making him feel better in the first place, and maybe her not running after him was alright as well. He got to meet a new friend after all.

"Makie, its not your fault" he soon clearly said, placing one hand on her shoulder to reassure her. Then she ranted on that he might be going with Bara, his eyes snapped. He wasn't going with Bara, it almost wanted him to laugh, but he was holding it back.

"Makie... " his sentence was broken by Makie talking on, and studdering, he only closed his mouth and listened to what she wanted to say. Then she asked him to go to the dance. His eyes lightened up, his child-like side flaming by now, he then placed both his hands on her shoulders and started to shake her. He was hyper by now, like a little six year-old excited to get his/her lolipop.

"Makie I will go to the dance with you!!!" he said half yelling his sentence, clearly he doesn't know anything about a girls feelings, he thinks that going with someone is another way of transportation to the dance. He may need to ask Ai what this 'asking out' business is.

She smiled as brightly as she could, cheeks beginning to flush in embarrassment, but Keila just merely kept walking and walking... off headed towards the Cafeteria..

((And so help I shall END! my short posting .. things... from now on!!! surprised rolleyes stressed Oh yes... I shall.. mwahaha. ... I'll stop now.))

James just smirked silently at Ali and Alexis, leaning a bit more against Ali as he did. He closed his eyes slightly, just listening to the sound of the two bickering. He just loved it, the way they fought each other. It was highly amusing to the silent man, as much as he hated to admit it. He gently grasped Ali's hand while he sat, holding it tightly.

Maybe if James had been paying attention, he would have felt the slight change in the current of the air. It suddenly had a magical 'taste' to it, anyone with even a hint of magical power would feel it. From another Courtyard, a figure entered. He looked about six feet tall and was covered in a long line of black clothing. A black, silk looking cloak that had a hood, slightly pointed that prevented even the slighest bit of his face to come into view. His main attire was a long, flowing black rope that covered all of his body, even down to his feet preventing his shoes from being seen.

His left hand came from the sleeve of his robe, gloved in a black leather glove. His right hand, however, seemed..cut. It looked as if his arm stopped at the wrist, the sleeve hanging down slightly. He walked slightly hunched, making him look shorter then he was. Whatever he was, he was advancing slowly towards Alexis and Co, but looked like he might pass them unless something stopped him.

James opened one eye slowly, and noticed the new figure, his eyes suddenly going wide. The first thing he did was to sit up straight, then he opened his mouth as Alexis insulted him. "Alexis, no! Thats a-"

But it was far too late by then. The second Alexis had uttered the word 'Gothic', the man had whirled about and grabbed the back of her head with his left hand, holding her in place firmly, but gently. He was unaturally strong, perhaps even stronger then James and held Alexis firmly enough he could have juggled her at that point. "I belive I misunderstood you. Yes, yes I belive I did. I couldn't have possibly heard what I thought I heard, oh my no. No, I belive you meant to say 'Excuse me', am I right? Must have been the wind, distorting the word. Perhaps you should correct yourself??" he said, the tone of the last part sounding more like a threat then a question. His voice was airy and deep, and seemed to echo throughout the courtyard as if on the wind itself.

The man growled in a voice that seemed positively demonic and lunged forward at Alexis, his right hand drawing back a bit..

Only to be halted by James. "Stop! She doesn't understand, she didn't know-" and before he could finish, James was sent flying. The by all accounts, very powerful swordsman was reduced to a flying mass of black cloth as a single swing of the man's arm sent James flying backwards, landing in a heap on the ground. He lay there for a moment, then groaned and sat up on his knees, taking deep breaths.

Satisfied the man wouldn't interfere, he turned back to Alexis and growled again. "Arrogant wench! I'll show you the meaning of torment this day!" he said, then opened his left hand wide. The air seemed to grow stale around them, then it began to smell of death. Decay ran through the air, then suddenly it became obvious what the man was doing. The trees suddenly grew darker, and began to wither into helpless vines. The grass died slowly, turning it quickly into nothing more then black specs.

His enviroment thus better suited for a fight, he lunghed at Alexis at a maddening speed, aiming a swift punch to her back. As he did, something flew past them and landed near Alexis. It was Fafenir, sheathed and sparkling in the sun.

"Alexis! Use it!" James called, then coughed a bit and sat back, finding his legs still a little weak from the surprisingly strong punch and swing the man had given him.

Jame grimaced slightly, taking deep breaths as he did. "Ali..Don't..Agh..Don't try and..stop them.." he muttered, cringing as he did. What else he would have said was quickly lost, as the figure let out a soft cackle at Alexis.

"Hmm..This might actually be entertaining." He said, then stood up straight. He was about six foot five, and unnervingly thin. He lifted his right hand and said "And now, shall we dance?" as something seemed to click. From inside the sleeve a long, straight blade shot forth. It wasn't as long as Fafenir by all accounts, but it was quite long. It was sharp on the bottom side, and the top had slight, jagged teeth to it. Obiously painful for stabbing. It was made of a black, tinted metal that seemed to deflect sunlight around then, and glowed faintly.

The man lifted his blade to the side and swung forth, aiming a sideways slice at Alexis. He would follow with a downward slice, and a thrust to he thigh if he got the chance.