"And I am not an angry old man." Fields replied in German, his venomous gaze never faltering. "I know you have skills of your own, and you just might be able to kill me, and if I have to swim through the seas of fire in the depths of Hell to come back and protect that boy then you'd better throw more wood into the fire. I failed to protect two people already, and I'll be damned if I let another one go."
"Go tell the boy what's going on, then return quickly. I don't know when the Necromancer will be here, and the sooner you return, the better." Kiyaka lifted another picture, but this was different. It was of Fields' drunken kiss with the boy, and the principal smirked. "I better not find another photo like this, Adler. If I do, no threat you make will be enough to stop me from making the both of you suffer."
Seeing the picture made Fields flinch, but he was quick to recover and fix her with his glare once more. He reluctantly nodded and turned to leave, but stopped just in front of the door and looked over his shoulder at her. "I know Melody means a lot to you," he said softly. "You've made that quite clear, but Caesar has nothing to do with this. I will take all responsibility if needed." His piece said, the doctor closed the door and walked out.
Kiyaka said nothing as he left, continuing on with her papers until the door was closed. Lifting the picture of Melody once more, the principal slid her glass off and Rubbed her temple with her free hand. "Damn Dalia, why did you have to go off and do something like search for a damn demon? didn't you realize it was dangerous?" Melody's happy smile seemed to answer her. "Of course you knew it was dangerous. You loved him so much, it didn't matter to you. Well, I'm not going to let him get away with this. I'm going to make sure that...that cruel man gets what's coming to him for letting you go out there on your own and...oh Dalia...why did you have to be so stupid?" Setting her other arm on the desk and her forehead on that arm, the cool-and-collected principal started to softly cry, her heart breaking with each sob.
After about half an hour Dr. Fields returned to the room. "Is the necromancer here yet?" he asked as he made his way towards the desk again.
Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 4:26 am
Kanin & Cres
xXx“Depends on what you consider a necromancer, Dr. Fields. Principal Pissy-Pants, I know you're all anti-student involvement in the stupidity surrounding this supposed school, but I honestly don't give a rat's a** about attending the classes. I'm only here 'cause my mother was full of bitches, moans and complaints about how I have no friends. Big whoop-dee-fricking-doo as friends are just a title just like boyfriends and girlfriends and love; one minute they'll be kissing your a** while the next minute you'll be sitting in your backyard with a knife puncturing your lung wondering how you did them wrong,” Kanin answered smoothly while sitting in a chair, his boots propped up on the principal's desk without the slightest bit of care on his face. He gave a slight wave over his shoulder at the doctor yet never shifted his gaze from glancing over the various things scattered about in front of him. He then gave a dismissive wave as to what he was talking about when it came down to sitting in a backyard with a punctured lung while shifting his fiery reddish-purple gaze to the principal. “It's a long story that I don't intend to share. I came here for a reason and I intend to get that reason settled even if I have to knock your teeth down your throat much less cutting down innocent students in order to do so. Cres is playing with your necromancer so you'll have to be patient with him and me if you would like your dark magic user returned with his head not mounted on a pike. Am I being crystal clear or do I need to dumb things down to Barney level? Hell, it's my job to know who is dead and who isn't, how they're going to die and when. No, I'm not Death, but I have my purposes for everything I do like breaking into your office through means of teleportation without really teleporting. It's a pleasure, doc, but if anything happens to Armageddon besides a little nap, I'm going to hunt you down personally.”
xxxxx"Gomen ne. Wennin's not exactly one to be nice about things. He wishes to speak and if you refuse, your necromancer isn't allowed out of the crystal I've placed him in while my younger brother goes a little berserk on your school. He won't hesitate in eliminating people either as he doesn't really feel regret for anything he says or does. He also states that he believes in letting no one close as no one, especially man, is trustworthy. I'm mostly just here to translate 'b***h, please' into 'as if you can threaten me' or his more volatile talk into proper English albeit I do agree to keeping the necromancer locked up in this crystal among other necromancers... Except Kharl Yabuki. His occupation may state alchemist, but I feel there's nearly nothing he can't do minus that one thing and getting his girlfriend to forgive his mistake... Anywho, you get my point," a far more cheerful male appearing similar yet far better dressed and behaved hummed from where he was seated nearer the door than Kanin. It was apparent that this was the one called Cres that the one called Wennin spoke of a short while ago. As he spoke, however, Kanin showed no interest in his words but rather in examining his short fingernails out of what appeared to be boredom.
{( Out.Of.Control: ~ )}
Awesome nerd
Mayah Playah
Enter the troublesome duo albeit's more like the troublemaker and the one who goes with the flow.
The principal sighed and rolled her eyes at the group, standing from her couch and walking to Fields. "Doctor Fields, please excuse my rude new guests who came in unannounced and must me mistaken." Kiyaka sashayed to the window, looking out over the grounds and smiling at the familiar form of her favorite redhead. "He is perfectly fine, and uncrystallized. To lie to me is so very rude. Almost as rude as teleporting into my office while I am here at all times. Not as stupid though." She turned back to them and crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Now then, what do you want, exactly? I could care less if you attend classes, and your powers are nothing to me. It's not that I'm saying I'm more powerful than you, a question that will never be answered as I dislike using my gifts, but that I'm telling you that you annoy me with your brashness and ill-mannerisms, and I must politely ask you to get away from my desk."
Once she was by Fields' side once more, she ran a hand through her platinum hair and pursed her lips. "The boy should be here soon. I suggest you sit down at the couch and eat. Considering how badly he's striking out with that girl, he may take a while to summon his own gifts."
...it's just that you're in my way.
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Awesome nerd
Dantes_river
I'm just trying to understand how he has Grim caught when Grim's hanging out with a girl and talking about flowers right now.
Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 1:32 pm
Dantes_river
Mayah Playah
Fields spun around when he heard a boyish voice, immediately assuming it was the necromancer. Apparently, however, the companion of the current boy mentioned capturing the necromancer. Fields raised an eyebrow at the two. They were rude, blunt, and very - what was a good word - stubborn, and by the looks of the principal's face, she really hated that. Therefore, he liked these two. At least he did until the black haired man mentioned Armageddon. "Und how do you know him?" he asked the boy with a somewhat warning or defensive tone until the principal wandered to his side. He and Kiyaka left on bad terms, and there was now way he'd be her ally against the two thug-like men. "If you knew vhere he vas then vhy didn't you bring him here?" Fields growled at her as he moved closer to the boys in hopes of using that to keep her away from him. "Unless he really vas caught by these men. Either vay, if there's no necromancer than ein see no point in being here - especially vhen it appears you have business to take care of already." he said, motioning at the two men and giving them both a nod of acknowledgement.
xXx“You got the wrong necromancer, didn't you?” Kanin sighed lightly over his shoulder only to get a soft muttering of incomprehensible words only to be followed by a soft nervous chuckle. Rubbing his temples slightly, the far more violent of the brothers simply shifted in his chair just a bit so as to make eye contact with the principal and the doctor. “I did knock. Who said I was intending on using much less used any abilities? You don't scare me either, midget. Anyways, let's just say Armageddon and I go back a ways in demon stuff and he actually has more of a brain than dipstick or the prissy lady with a tampon shoved too far up her-”
xxxxx"Wennin!" "Right.. Now where was I? Oh yes! It's about the whole necromancy thing going on. You do realize how stupid resurrecting the dead is, ne? I mean zombies are cool and fun to pick on, vampires even more so after that whole Twilight fad humans had going on for a few years there. Unfortunately, reality isn't as kind as fantasy stories and so I'm going out on a very small limb here on the dead tree I love causing trouble, mischief and mayhem to instead give you three options. Option A is where you openly accept that necromancy is a forbidden art for a reason instead of being a dumbass and continuing your little stupid, naive, selfish and completely ridiculous thoughts of biting off more than you can chew. Option B is where I give you the simple warning of try being stupid and you're going to regret it. Option C is having you continue this act of stupidity and having not just one, not just two, but seven different individuals tear your school down with innocent civilians inside, shatter your pathetic little fantasies of necromancy being perfectly alright just because you and everyone else in the f_ckin' world can't just go 'well death is naturally in the cycle of life and death so they're probably in a better place now that they're gone' in which I'll leave you to your pretty lil' imagination to figure that out, and finally start after you and your little necromancer personally for being dumb enough to attempt resurrecting the dead much less communicating with them through your goddamn ouiji boards!" Taking a deep breath and releasing it, he briefly pointed to Cres who had a soft red tint over his face.
xxxxx"We met him when we were younger, Dr. Fields. Um... I believe the translation of what Wennin's saying is you can continue this if you'd like, but there are many far wiser students here than you realize that aren't going to take any act of dark magic, or should I say necromancy, too kindly. He also hasn't used any ability nor does he intend on using one should you continue these odd little fantasies of necromancy having a positive side effect. In short, every single time one tries to communicate with the dead much less bring them back, a portal is opened to the various layers of Hell. By opening these portals, you unleash more demonic entities than you realize and you can't just snap your fingers to close that portal. Nothing ever comes back the same and it's really depressing having to take them back once again. We simply ask you not to do any necromancy, but if you do, we will have to take action of removing it once again. It is our job after all and everyone dies for a reason. People who die have a reason to die at that particular point in time and they have another purpose they must accomplish in their next life. You might want to pass that along to anyone else who may try something like this as Wennin has his ways of knowing when someone's trying to use the dark arts. I apologize for Wennin's irritability once again. He has this weird natural habit of being volatile and hostile at all times," Cres hummed ever so calmly while briefly readjusting a small crystal in his hand. He still needed to go let that guy go. How'd he make the mistake of getting the wrong necromancer even? Oh yeah! His girlfriend had called him while he was looking around for the dark magic user and he got distracted by the conversation they'd been having. Kanin was definitely going to hit him for this mistake...
The principal sighed and rolled her eyes at the group, standing from her couch and walking to Fields. "Doctor Fields, please excuse my rude new guests who came in unannounced and must me mistaken." Kiyaka sashayed to the window, looking out over the grounds and smiling at the familiar form of her favorite redhead. "He is perfectly fine, and uncrystallized. To lie to me is so very rude. Almost as rude as teleporting into my office while I am here at all times. Not as stupid though." She turned back to them and crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Now then, what do you want, exactly? I could care less if you attend classes, and your powers are nothing to me. It's not that I'm saying I'm more powerful than you, a question that will never be answered as I dislike using my gifts, but that I'm telling you that you annoy me with your brashness and ill-mannerisms, and I must politely ask you to get away from my desk."
"Maybe if you listened to yourself, and possibly to me, you'd understand that I am not trying to resurrect the dead," she snapped at them, eyes turned red for a moment. Clearing her throat, the young woman smoothed her hair back and took a deep breath. "The young necromancer, who does not have the ability to fully resurrect the dead, has not been called to bring Miss Shell back to life. He has been called to use his powers to sense if the woman is dead, which is not a use of dark magic. Instead, it is the use of the powers he was given." She then sat in her chair, crossing her legs and sitting up straight. "It is unknown in the teacher is dead or not. Mr. Grimsson, as a born necromancer, has the ability to sense the death of a person using only a belonging of the victim. Do not be demanding, little ones, if you are to be annoyingly misinformed."
Watching the argument between the three, Fields crossed his arms and lifted one hand to rub his chin and cover the smirk forming on his face. His shoulders shuddered with slight chuckles that slipped out after he heard Kiyaka's response. To think that he was even partially threatened by her! She couldn't even handle two kids from the school let alone threaten a life! He should have known she was all talk! Fields lowered his hand after regaining his composure and looked at the two men again. They met Armageddon before? That impatient, stubborn demon? How on earth did their meeting get them to want him safe? "Und vhat are your names?" he asked them, though one of them was already revealed to be Wennin.
Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 2:25 am
Kanin & Cres
xXxSlapping a hand to his forehead, it was apparent that the rudely mannered male was just getting even more irritable at the female's words. “Alright then. Cres, apparently I don't use the dark arts then. What say you to that?” Kanin muttered in a somewhat hollow voice while removing his hand from his forehead and slightly gesturing to his brother. This just got the other male to start laughing in an ever so cheerful manner before sliding the crystal back into his pocket. This was a hoot.
xxxxx"Unless you're a psychic medium, it'd be hard to really state you don't use the dark arts, Wennin. Unfortunately for human kind, you're one of a kind being neither a necromancer or a medium. If you wanted to know so badly, mademoiselle, and you obviously know people so well, why didn't you just ask Wennin to tell you? He already knows if she's truly dead or not without having to waste the time on little personal items. It's all the pros and cons of being Death's replacement once Death passes on the rest of his abilities to Wennin," Cres answered honestly with a soft chuckle to his voice. He then turned a slightly questioning gaze, although it seemed to be drowned in cheer and relief, towards the principal while ruffling his brother's hair. This earned him a light punch to his ribs in which he responded with a light, "ow..."
xxxxx"Look, I honestly don't care what you say or think this guy is doing, but there are rules to the game of life and death. I don't recall the ability of a pure clairvoyance belonging to any necromancer in the past or present which leads me to one remaining area; the dark arts. I wouldn't have intervened until all was said and done as it's more fun that way, but I don't want to hear a halfbred ancient sorcerer much less a phantom b***h about how man is being stupid. I already know how stupid man is and how they're just getting dumber with their fancy little gadgets of iPhones and nooks, drugs and lying government officials. I mean, damn people, who doesn't understand what the song Accidental Racist by Brad Paisley is talking about? It doesn't take a f_cking rocket scientist to understand it! God, it pisses me off how stupid people are being in the present and yet I'm supposed to try making friends with them. Either way, you at least understand a part of why I stopped by here to speak with you. You also received a warning of the precursor of anything stupid like resurrecting the dead. Now the last thing I wish to tell you is mostly a warning for your necromancer friend. My boss, Death, has issued amongst all of his fragmented self called shinigami, my brother and myself included, an order of destroying all necromancy and the forbidden exchange in alchemy, books included. I'm not saying when it will take place or that we'll be the one to kill him, but it has been issued so he shouldn't be surprised if he becomes a target for random people. Like I said, I went out on a small limb called kindness to tell you these things instead of ignoring chatting with you and just interrupting your necromancer personally. As for the one my idiot brother captured, well, that's up to Cres on whether or not he just crushes the poor fool who just so happened to run into him while he was distracted by childish things. I get frustrated and irritable easily and the dunce treating me like I'm twelve is a horrible translator for what I say just as his father was a horrible translator for mine. The tone was meant to be a calm, rational discussion so I will a-pologize - such horrid words these manners are - for raising my voice to you. My temper isn't one that is easily controlled much like I end up grimacing when I use those kind words you people use so freely," Kanin almost seemed to growl. At apologizing for getting snippy and irritable, he seemed reluctant to merely mention the word 'apologize' and even after it was like it'd left a bad taste in his mouth. He definitely wasn't one for apologizing and his irritable disgust for having done so was apparent in the way he was sitting, his boots hanging loosely over the arm of his chair. Cres also seemed rather surprised by Kanin actually apologizing, but he seemed to be more than happy at having Dr. Fields hover around him. "And would you mind to quit with the blackmailing of this guy here? Ooh~ A woman who literally slept with nearly every guy here, student and teacher alike, got swept away with her idle fantasies of what she believed was true love and ended up doing something she shouldn't have been doing to gain his affection. Some people need a crutch to get by in life, an example being the man who just sits in the dojo all day and night just waiting. Technically, everyone has a crutch in life whether it be a person or thing. Besides that, blackmail's too easy and is the weakest thing to do besides just giving verbal threats or cheap a** tricks to win a fight. If you're going to pretend you have balls, show 'em instead of hiding behind such lame tactics. Let the doc figure things out for himself along with the boy. Eventually, they'll both have to face themselves in the spieglein an der wand."
xxxxx"I'm Cres and that is Wennin. Most demons tend to hate picking a fight with Wennin though with the few exceptions of morons, those trying to look tough, those trying to be funny and those of the Chestra bloodline. Wennin just laughs at pain after all and nearly all of his injuries he has deliberately allowed because he was, and I quote: "bored and scars are just tattoos with better stories". He once beat me in the head with a backscratcher 'cause our older brother said I was far too softhearted to be in this kind of occupation among other things and I got upset. Wennin, when asked why he kept hitting me, stated that the beatings would continue until morale improved," the elder and more polite of the duo answered honestly to the doctor's questions while briefly rotating his right hand to where a small white cup rested in the palm of his hand now extended to the doctor. "Might I offer you a drink?"
{( Out.Of.Control: Stupid German song stuck in my head!~ )}
Finally, Kiyaka had had enough. "You were not permitted to be in here. I don't care what you are or what you will be. You will leave my office immediately, you ill-mannered brat!" she seethed, eyes tinting red as her voice began to darken. She stalked closer, crossing her arms. "I have tried to be patient with you, but now you have managed to not only insult me, but my school. What I plan to do is my business, not yours. My teacher is missing, and I must find her. Now either you leave, or I will be forced to find a way to make you."
...it's just that you're in my way.
OOC:
Awesome nerd
Dantes_river
Really though, you gotta go soon. I can't bring in Grim while they're there.
Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 2:13 pm
Dantes_river
Mayah Playah
Fields hesitated when the angriest of the duo verbally lashed out at Kiyaka for blackmailing him. He stared in amazement, unable to register anything. That boy, Wennin, just shot down everything Kiyaka used to guilt trick him into being an obedient slave, and he did so without even blinking. It made him wonder if there were more like them at the school, many who wouldn't get stepped on or controlled, and if that were the case, then just how many residents of the school were truly obedient to Kiyaka? Dr. Fields turned his head when Cres spoke to him. Moronic tough-heads were the only ones that fought Wennin. Somehow that made sense as to why they would know Armageddon, then, but still, why would they want him unharmed? Was it to fight again seeing as though Wennin was a masochist? The doctor's thoughts were interrupted by the glass held out to him. "Oh... Da." he nodded and took the glass in his own hand, wondering if it had always been there and if he was too distracted by his thoughts to realize. On a usual day the doctor might've offered a snappy comment as a form of conversation, but he was too stupefied to form a coherent thought let alone sentence. As he took a sip of his drink, the doctor heard Kiyaka yell at the two boys and turned to look at her with a bemused expression. She must not be used to dealing with people crueler than her, and it brought a thin smile to his face to see her so frustrated. He'd like to see her try and force these two out.
xXxXx“Have a fairly unpleasant day, Queen b***h. Doctor, if you'd like to discuss things further and stop wasting your time with this giant child whose only tactic is to swing directly for your nads, we'll be in the dojo with the samurai you met earlier as he is one of few I'd rather spend my time in the presence of seeing as he doesn't think of things through a noncommittal lesbian crush. Cres, you can claim your cup back when they're done being naïve children. They got their warning and that's as far as my kindness extends without me upchucking on this b***h's desk,” Kanin sighed lightly before standing up from his seat. After shuffling his feet slightly and leaving a few dirt stains on the floor, the younger of the males headed for the door only to vanish before ever reaching the door. While Kiyaka may have made it seem as if they were being kicked out, it was apparent that Kanin and Cres merely had nothing else to really say to someone with deaf ears.
xxxxx"Guten tag, doctor. It was a pleasure speaking with you both. If you'd like to talk more, you know where to find us," Cres hummed cheerfully as he stood up. Giving both the principal and the doctor a slight bow, he started for the door just as his brother had only to vanish just as the first had. Unlike his brother, he didn't leave that dark aura where he'd been at but rather a calm, patient aura that was relatively warm and gentle. As similar as they appeared, the farther they were apart on their inner workings. So close seeing as they were brothers yet so distant on how they functioned altogether.
