⬝⬝⬝⬝⬝⩺Mister Blue ⬝The Depressed One ⫢Vindictus lifted a hand to lightly rub one side of his forehead, fingers slipping past dark, silken bangs. Often when people said it was a pleasure to see the depressed teacher it was because they either wanted something or it was their first meeting and mistoke Vindictus as being a man who actually welcomed social interaction. The very words were enough to cause him to start tipping towards annoyance and a great desire to withdraw into a nice, isolated corner away from everyone and everything that had nothing to do with his passion for plants. And to be invited to stay amongst a socially expectant situation... although the rooftop was quiet. It would be as good excuse as any to avoid the other teachers. Vin felt Greens push another few mint leaves gently against his temple, employing a calming and circular rubbing motion to help ease the oil into his skin and ease the muscles tensed there.
"Hm." Vindictus hummed, footsteps clicking on the cement of the rooftop. Approaching Headmaster Vega's right hand side, the Doctor rested his forearms against the railing that was indicated to be his designated spot. Body leaning down, back almost completely horizontal, Vin gazed out at the scenic view layed out before him. But only briefly. Instead he closed his eyes and rested his chin on one palm, the elbow propped up on the metal rail. Scenic views had never held much interest to him when human construction invaded it.
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【Tavion Vega≎Fighter≎Aria】☼Interpreter of Condolences☼
【Southern Flame General | Acting Paladin | True Cross Academy Headmaster | Arc Knight】
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Tavion was pleased to hear the tapping sound that heels made against a hard surface. It was an indication that Vindictus was taking steps towards him. The Headmaster, even though the Doctor was always moody and depressed, always enjoyed his company. Not because he was a talker, or a a particularly great person but because Tavion felt comfortable around the man. He never asked difficult tasks of him; most of them were, in fact, those in his job description. It wasn't hard to tell that the man suffered from clinical depression and never spoke much more than was needed. Tavion was the complete opposite, he felt the need that he had to talk about something. For some reason whenever he wanted to talk or maybe get a few words off his chest, he would say it to Doctor Blacklace. He was a doctor afterall.
"I don't like this spot because it's scenic but because it's a great place to think; spark some creativity." Tavion explained, head turned in Vindictus' direction for a brief moment. It was like he was answering a question the Doctor had but one was never asked. It was a little...weird. What Vindictus wanted to say could be read by his actions for the most part and Tavion was able to pick up on that detail. "It's a bit old timer like isn't it? Speaking of that, I get called 'Abuelo' by the kids in Guadalupe." Chuckling slightly he turned his head back towards the city. "I'm not old," His face frowned which he could hold for much longer than a few seconds. "I only just began to be able to drink last year."
⬝⬝⬝⬝⬝⩺Mister Blue ⬝The Depressed One ⫢Under the dark frames and heavy bangs Vindictus' eyelids reluctantly pulled themseves open in response to Headmaster Vega's words. Tanned lips opened wide to issue forth a yawn, eyes scrunching shut briefly before finally giving a slight turn of his head to look at the red-clad man. Vindictus always appeared exhausted, it was just part of his so-called 'condition.' Sleeping all hours of the day and night and still waking up wanting more. The only things that really pushed him out of bed were his familiars, literally, and his Botony work, figuratively. Although once or twice it was literally. And there were those numerous times animals forced him out of bed, mainly because they were trying to eat him. And then there were the servants, for when he stayed at his parents' home, calling him to breakfast - too many things in this world forced him out of his plush, warm bed... Headmaster Vega, however, didn't bother him as much as others did. He would speak to Vindictus and not force the older man to respond, somehow finding the Doctor's answers through observation alone. It was... an appreciated connection between the two of them. Previously such a feat was only really found in the Demons Vindictus had befriended and formed pacts with in previous years had such a calm understanding of the raven-haired man. Vin allowed silence to settle down between the two of them, blue eyes closed once more and head turned back to facing out over the railing, resting calmly in one palm still.
"Guadalupe is nice." He mumbled. "Interesting plant life." Such a simple, almost backhanded, compliment was actually a sign he was being truthful. He did find Guadalupe pretty interesting and he enjoyed foraging around its wild areas, locating and documenting various magical plant life, testing their properties while the children would watch him work in his small hut in curious silence from the window. Until their mothers found them anyway. Vin didn't mention he had heard the word 'Abuelo' before, recalling kids running around in the streets and randomly yelling it to various old men they came across. Nor did Vin say anything about how the young Headmaster supposedly embodied an old man either. Rather he simply gave a roll of his shoulder, forcing Greens to tuck itself more firmly into his collar in order to not fall off. Its vines were soft and clay body cool against the skin of his tanned neck. "Drinking is overrated." He sighed. For various reasons Vin had never gotten into drinking. It hindered his work, above all else. And there was the nasty expectation of drinking socially and doing so would mean he'd have to wait until the alcohol wore off until he could escape. But there were also the side effects of what it could do to his body during those few times he had been on anti-depressents. Technically he still should be on them, but screw 'em. He gets his work done, eventually mind you, and has written articles and scientific texts while holding down a job all while off the medication. Sure, he's moody and and always hard to find enthusiasm in things. But at least the world isn't framed by a blur and he actually felt in control of himself, that he wasn't numb or nauseaus. As the saying goes, Doctors make the worst patients.
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With the smell of rotting flesh seeping through the drains around the camp, more Hobgoblins began to appear through rifts around the campus, they were almost as if they were being burnt into existence. The numbers were throughout the school already, but unknown to those outside the school walls, the creatures were just appearing outside. The scent alone, was on the wind, while it was growing stronger, the number of goblins appearing were increasing as well. Suddenly the fire alarm began to go off and students left and right were gathering in the courtyard with some of the instructors.
【Tavion Vega≎Fighter≎Aria】☼Interpreter of Condolences☼
【Southern Flame General | Acting Paladin | True Cross Academy Headmaster | Arc Knight】
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Any response from the Doctor was a sign of life. Whether it be a roll of the shoulders, yawn or shifting of his bodily position. Vindictus certainly was the epitome of the sloth; a lazy, docile and depressing animal. Tavion certainly couldn't lie and say the Doctor wasn't a hard working man, he was, in fact, very hard working when it was something that involved his trade. If it were some odd job, or anything that wouldn't benefit his knowledge of familiar and botany. He cared very little. Althought the Headmaster was his superior, he had o idolize the Doctor for being some uncaring about the thoughts and opinions of others. He didn't even care hardly about his Boss' opinion. Tavion had a bit of a rebellious nature but still couldn't bring himself to completely disregard someone who had a one up on his status as a regular person and the Exorcist world.
"Great architecture." Tavion simply, letting his head drop down low for a moment. Not many knew he was from a extremely poor village in Extremadura but was taken in by the city. Their authorities deemed them as beneficial to their community. The child mind of the boy at the time would've thought that to be just okay and accepted it. That very boy did his research and came upon the term 'Exorcist' and the extent of his powers came to manifest into someone who could brawl using the very reason of their existence. They are very sought after due to their durability.
Something ticked in the Headmaster's brain and he was able to feel the presence of evil in the making. The putrid odor began to permeate the area. Screams could be heard in the courtyard below but there was nothing Tavion could do about it at this moment. The Headmaster and Doctor Blacklace were surrounded as well by a large group of them. "Well now, isn't this a surprise." Tavion chuckled out as he turned to face the bulk of the, gathering himself from the guardrail. "Doctor Blacklace, please back me up as I will be the tank for this one." Tavion punched his fist together and immediately afterward cracked his knuckles. "It's been quite awhile since I've got to get a bit rowdy."
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⬝⬝⬝⬝⬝⩺Mister Blue ⬝The Depressed One ⫢Vindictus didn't reply, having nothing else to contribute to the conversation and nor finding any reason to persue the Headmaster's own affiliation to the island of Guadalupe. Obviously the younger male of the two of them had lived there at some point, or at least had an extended stay to earn a title at all. But Vin didn't need any other information. A frown, however, creased his brow when the Greenman tucked into his shirt collar started shifting nervously. And the then screams began. A frustrated moan gurgled behind closed lips, sounding more like a whine a teen might utter when not having got their way, or been asked to do a chore when they'd rather continue writing a text message to friends. The pressure of sensing other demonic auras not attributed to the ally on his shoulder was unwelcome, and it also meant he'd be the one having to take care of all the injured brats caused by this incident. "Now?" He moaned, sounding exhausted already. If not always. His words were not directed at anyone in particular, although there was only the two males and a Greenman there in the first place. "Must I really..." He sighed, giving in and sluggishly pulling his weight upright to stand, shoulders slumped and form still quite hunched forward, and turn to face the rooftop being crawled over by Hobgoblins. "Of all things." He whispered, a hand reaching up to take a gentle hold of Greens before tucking the creature into the front shirt pocket, closing the flap and buttoning it. There was still enough room for Greens to peek out and about but otherwise stay safe as the Doctor readied himself for the trouble barralling down on them. "Uh-huh." Vin sighed, finally deigning to respond to Headmaster Vega's request. "Whatever you say." Qi began to flow through the doctor with an increased rate.
【Tavion Vega≎Fighter≎Aria】☼Interpreter of Condolences☼
【Southern Flame General | Acting Paladin | True Cross Academy Headmaster | Arc Knight】
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Tavion hadn't responded to the Doctor feeling like there was no need to. The two experience Exorcist would be more than enough power to take down such weak opponents such as Hobgoblins. Despite that, these demons weren't to be taken lightly as they were the backbone amongst Amaimon's kin and felt very secure in numbers. Their true threat lie in how confident they were that they could win. Tavion would put out that fire of confidence immediately.
An influx of Qi erupted from the Headmaster taking the form of a golden aura that surrounded him, to which his stamped the ground quite hard. A low rumble came from his voice box as the Qi began to circulate faster. The muscles in his body seemed to become much more definitive. He was forcibly opening up one of his chakras, the Gate of the Earth Dragon; or Looping Red. This gate allowed him to increase his strength times two. Once the gate was fully open, he assumed a stance.
Xingyi Liuhe Quan, the full name of this style of martial arts, is characterized by aggressive, seemingly linear movements and explosive power that's most often applied from a short range. A practitioner of Xing Yi uses coordinated movements to generate bursts of power intended to overwhelm the opponent, simultaneously attacking and defending. The most basic notions of movement and body mechanics in the art were heavily influenced by the practice of staffs and spears. features aggressive shocking attacks and direct footwork. The linear nature of xingyiquan hints at both the military origins and the influence of spear technique alluded to in its mythology. Despite its hard, angular appearance, cultivating "soft" internal strength is essential to achieving power in Xingyiquan. Also, the advanced practitioner always contains right spirals within his movements, so even the seemingly direct and linear ones are circular on a very small scale. Such circles and spirals also exist in other martial arts, but Xing Yi likes to keep them smaller than others. The goal of the xingyiquan exponent is to reach the opponent quickly and drive powerfully through them in a single burst. The analogy with spear fighting is useful here. This is achieved by coordinating one's body as a single unit and the intense focusing of one's Intent.
That is what he would do, drive right through them as quickly and efficiently as possible. The stance was low which would allow him to propel himself forward in to a pile of 12 Hobgoblins. He was slower than he normally was, but could essential punch a hole through one of their faces, which he did sending it flying off the roof. The rest of the beasts looked at each other oddly, while he taunted them into coming at him with all they got. Tavion unleashed a flurry of kicks that landed with great precision and finished the final one of the amount that he was fighting at one time with an uppercut that sent it skyward. Easy money.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 8:40 am
Team Katana Adviser ⬦ Doctor ⬦ Beast Charmer
⬝⬝⬝⬝⬝⩺Mister Blue ⬝The Depressed One ⫢Vindictus Blacklace remained hanging back against the railing, the metal pressing without any mercy against the small of his back, hands holding onto the cold steel. Dark blue eyes apparently watched the Headmaster pull and summon Qi through his body, focusing it into certain areas and spurring greater power to be activated within him; it was a unique sight, not something Vindictus could say was a common occurance for him. The Doctor was unmoving, the periphery of his vision being filled by the sight of incoming Hobgoblins while Tavion took a fighting stance, readying himself to break the wave of the horde, like water on a rock. While Tavion launched himself forward, fists breaking the Hobgoblins into smoke, denting their fat, round bodies. But like water on rock the waves moved past and around Vega, swarming towards the depressed Doctor. Vin sighed, simply tensing his muscles and bending his knees slightly before waiting until the Hobgoblins were nearly on him, launching up to tackle him over the railing.
Vin pushed with the flat of his feet while pulling and guiding the movement of his upper body with his arms, kicking his lower body up and over the railing, twisting and turning his body along the edge, spinning away from the horde's head, pushing against a single point in the railing, causing it to shake and scream in a metalic cry of agony, bending and buckling in on itself slightly. Qi surged through Vin's body, rushing down his left arm and into his hand, summoning a single blade of pure energy that he used to slash at the nearest Hobgoblin that tried to chase him. The surge of Hobgoblins against the rails pushed some over, to fall to their deaths, while others were squashed into the metal, crushed. Killing a Hobgoblin, Vin grabbed onto its bulk as he lept up on the railing, feet finding no purchase, instead relying on his balance to keep him upright, knees bent and body hanging in what could be considered his usual slouch. More of the Demons leaped at him, but the Doctor managed to swing and turn his body on the rails, a hand sweeping out and low to cut the Goblins that instead went to his feet. Again another surge of the horde came for him, but all Vin did was turn, facing the length of the rails. The Goblins were just reaching out, teeth and claw coming close, when Vin threw himself forward a step and leaped forward, a foot landing on one Demon's head, using it to angle himself and throw his body into instead getting closer to Vega. From the Hobgoblin's head his hands reached down, pushing down on more Demon's a blade digging deep and rough into flesh. Vin wasn't a fighter, but he'd spent too many years in rogue and militant lands to be so easily cornered, his skills in parkour always a welcome and needed attribute. However, without his gear he knew Vega was his main shield and sword.
Suddenly outside the walls of True Cross, news crews were gathering around and were followed by fire trucks. Suddenly the speaker systems of the schools were activated, and a distorted voice began speaking. “Welcome, everyone. I applaud you for making it thus far, and extend all of you an invitation to join me in Pandemonium. Many of you have proven yourself here today, while those of you were completely outclassed, there is still hope yet for you to level up. I am the game master Vesalius, some of you have already found your way into one of Pandemonium’s many battles, but be sure to know this isn’t just any game. It’s a battle of life and death. This is only the beginning everyone. Prepare yourselves for battle. If you want power, money, and status beyond your dreams, then come to Pandemonium and achieve victory by defeating me in the Tower of Salvation. I’ll await you all there.” With that being said the speakers were deactivated and the hobgoblins all vanished into purple like rifts leaving behind the damage they had caused and the damaged caused by those facing them. The news casters began questioning the students outside in the courtyard, while cameras were taping the school and the victims of the Pandemonium epidemic. This begins our tale into the first chapter of DoD, the title of this arc is Tokyo RPG.
Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 9:42 pm
┗ Titus Fulbright ┓ ► Son of Satan ◄ Exwire || Knight || Berserker || Kurthnaga ||
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Titus had only gotten to school a few hours ago, and he was sick of it. History on demons, history on humans, magic training, biology; He could not take it any longer. Luckily for him, it was a lunch time period, and he was free to do whatever he wanted. And that is exactly what he did. As soon as he heard the bell signalling lunch time, he sprinted to the front of the line, and knocked over some of his school mates on the way, feeling no remorse what so ever. He had to get his yakisoba bread, no matter what the cost. He did have the sense to run past teachers rather than into them though. He smiled when he saw that the cafeteria line was rather short, and finished through strong, ending his run at the register. Without catching his breath, he pulled out some money, and a list for the cashier. "Bring me all of these items, if you be so kind miss." The cashier had a facial expression that screamed "Confusion", but got the order anyway. Titus immediately tried to catch his breath as she walked away, and slowed his heart rate down. When she finally came back, in her hands she held two bags, equating to twenty four yakisoba breads; Pretty expensive, but worth the money. Titus smiled, thanking the lady at the cash register for his lunch. Triumphantly, the silver haired boy took the bags out of her hands, and seemingly skipped away from the lunch line, obviously satisfied that he was able to buy so much.
Now he was sitting on the rooftop of the clock tower; A privilege he'd waited for for such a long time for. Only Exwire rank exorcists and above were accepted there, which Titus happened to be. The young man had heard rumors of some of the Pages that disobeyed, then got punished by the teachers in some gruesome fashions. So he waited a while, and passed the tests to become an Exwire, so that he could go to the rooftop with no worries whatsoever. He chuckled a little as he stretched out and began to enjoy his lunch. One by one, his two dozen yakisoba bread were being devoured. Boy, he had an appetite indeed. One might look at him and think he's a monster! Technically he was, being the son of Satan. However, nobody knew that of course.
Though he was feeling happy on the inside, his facial expression said otherwise. He had obvious troubles on his mind, as he looked at the clouds pass by with a stern expression. The current him.. His goals... He was not satisfied at all. The young man wanted to do something to get better; To get stronger. His strength at the moment probably couldn't even take on some of his peers. And if he couldn't easily defeat his peers... Then of course, he would never be able to achieve his goal of killing Satan. After finishing his sandwiches, he stared at the clouds passing by, and his hands behind his head. Then, staring at one point in the sky, he put his hand straight up, blocking the afternoon sun from his vision. Slowly, he tightened his hand into a fist, trying to motivate himself to get some type of exorcist work done by the end of the day.
"I want to change. I want to get strong. I wanna go on a freaking mission dammit!" The young man sat up, and crossed his arms. He had not done any sort of missions or exorcist work since he got promoted, even though he had heard rumors of some of his fellow Exwires doing some exciting things like stopping the popular Tokyo RPG from continuing, and tracking down their leader. It was called Pandemonium. They had not exactly finished yet, and one of their members was injured but... Titus did not care. They were doing some exciting fighting! Killing demons! Living the life of an exorcist! Titus got up, and looked over the Rooftop's railing and saw all of the ant-like students roaming around the courtyard. He sighed, as he leaned on the railing, wondering how he could get himself involved in a mission.
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Wearing: True Cross Uniform Mood: Troubled; Unsatisfied With : No one Post Word Count: 704 Total Word Count: 4278 Number of Stat Points: 40---> 80 Mobility: 55/55 Qi: 4,800/4,800
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Titus grumbled to himself, as he thought of a solution to his current problem. How would he even find a request to do a mission? What missions needed to be done? The young man let out a sigh, as he got away from the railing, and sat down, crossing his legs. He leaned onto one side, and held his face up with his hand. As he tried to come up with ideas, he tapped his index finger lightly against his cheek. Nothing was coming to mind, causing the half breed's eyebrows to furrow in frustration.
Then, as if his cousin was holding up a pistol to his temple again, it finally came to him. He'd need some help from a higher ranked exorcist; A teacher perhaps? Titus had a grin on his face, finally figuring out what he was going to do with himself that day. "I'm pretty sure I'll need permission from some senior exorcist... And I happen to know only a few.." Titus pondered on which teachers would be at the Academy during school hours, and clasped his palms together. It wasn't too long ago since he was a Page, so he was sure that this particular teacher would remember his face. The young man quickly rose up, and ran off to the South Wing, where he knew a certain old teacher of his would be.
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【Tavion Vega≎Fighter≎Aria】☼Interpreter of Condolences☼
【Southern Flame General | Acting Paladin | True Cross Academy Headmaster | Arc Knight】
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Wednesday. Also known as Hump Day to the student's who attended True Cross due to a recent influx of social media usage. That was one of the terms that became of craze now. Tavion had to admit that the website was booming and even, he himself, used it on occasion. This was supposed to be just a regular day of the week just like any other. It wasn't though and the Headmaster soon found out when his touch screen phone had buzzed off in his left pocket. He pulled it from it's dwellings and noticed that he had an email notification and was prompted to swipe to enter a key code to unlock the home screen. There he was able to read the email and the news was not great. The message read:
Attention Exorcist, at 2400 Senior Exorcist Upper Second Class Durante Erzengel; code name: Rising Angel was found murdered outside his manor along with many of his attendants as well as Onmyouji squads Gama and Epsilon were found completely wiped out at the scene. Forensics have come back with a report that the attack was not demonic based, it was a former Exorcist. We have reasons to believe that the one behind this attack may also be behind the Pandemonium incidence occurring in Campus Town of Tokyo, Japan. The Japanese branch is currently on alert Delta Phi, we are sending a senior exorcist to your branch to lead the investigation, whom is also in charge of the Pandemonium case. Durante Erzengel exorcist background lock has been removed for Middle Class approval and up. This would make the second senior exorcist to be found murdered in such a method. Onmyouji Alpha squad has identified the method of combat as High Level and High Speed Fatal Verse with various uses in Qi, caution should be used if one is faced with this target. Currently we don’t have a picture of this person or if they worked alone. Onmyouji Harutora Tsuchi’s familiar had captured a simple appearance of the target, and we have identified the target as a woman, appears to be in her twenties and early thirties. We will keep you updated on any information we receive.
Tavion looked slowly away from the phone to process all that he was just given in that email. Durante was killed, two squads were annihilated, someone was coming to investigate and the target was apparently identified as a female; late twenties, early thirties. Pandemonium might also be linked to this incident. As good of a friend Durante was, investigation was not Tavion's jurisdiction. He would have to sit out and wait for whatever it was to come to him. Whoever was doing all this, was eventually going to get tired of going for the easier targets and finally want to test someone who has attained Arc Knight. They would come for him eventually. Only then, would he find out why this was all happening.
Tavion did, however, look back at the message almost in disbelief. He wanted to believe that both Durante and those in the squads were still alive but that was just wishful thinking. The fact that this was a red-alert meant there would be no false alarms or jokes for that matter. They were nothing to take lightly. Every teacher or Professional Exorcist was sure to get this, hopefully they would heed this message as a warning to keep their guard up. Tavion sure will.
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A helicopter propeller began to cut through the very air as it appeared on the side the large clock tower on top of the academy. Men and women in the helicopter held weapons such as semi-automatic rifles and one man even held a bazooka. Soon the roof door was kicked open and more solider wearing black began to crawl from the darkness like ants. Some held weapons such as guns, others swords, and a small group were even holding talismans. Soon the tapping of a cane echoed through the stairwell before a man in a crimson suit emerged from the darkness. Hair like chocolate and eyes like the azure sky that filled the world that they knew of it stood and faced the man known as the Head Master of True Cross Academy. ”Tavion Vega, on orders of the Vatican and the Grigori, I’m here by removing you from your position as the Headmaster of True Cross Academy, and suspending you of your duties as Arc Knight in the Japan branch of the Order. I hope you enjoyed yourself doing whatever it has been these last few days” Ignazio voice called out as he stepped into the light and pointed the ruby head staff towards Tavion. Soon the sound of ammunition being loaded and safety being removed filled the air. The subtle clicking of metal was like music to the Barthomeloi head’s ears. He continued to walk towards Tavion and soon stopped a few feet away from him. ”I’d ask you to come quietly and respectfully, but that wouldn’t be fun to me. But seeing how this is the middle of the school day, I’m going to give you the option of leaving with some dignity in a normal police car downstairs.” he said with a devilish grin before tossing the staff between his left and right hand.
Grabbing hold of the staff with his right hand he stabbed the round butt of the staff into the ground and stood his ground as he looked at Tavion’s body and smirked. ”You’ve grown weak Tavion. My son even boasts about how he can beat you, I didn’t want to believe it, but I can see why he said such things. That spiritual energy coming off of your body is like a child’s, you’re about the same from when I first met you. Still nothing but brute strength. A fitting name for a wanna be demon.” the man said as he took another step forward and then placed his left hand up to his ear and tapped the earpiece lightly to hear further orders. ”…I see…understood.” he said before smiling at Tavion once more. ”Tavion, you’re being removed for being a traitor it seems, the Grigori has given me the okay to kill you if you resist. So please make this easy on me, I’m a busy man and don’t have time to kill anyone today, we have an actual threat running around.”
Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 2:47 pm
【Tavion Vega≎Fighter≎Aria】☼Interpreter of Condolences☼
【Southern Flame General | Acting Paladin | True Cross Academy Headmaster | Arc Knight】
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Soon the sound of propellers could be heard in the distance. A distinctive sound. Even a mere child could distinguish what it was. It was like it had appeared from out of nowhere, and soon a wide variety of weapons were being pointed his way, to which he readied himself. From behind him, the door leading downstairs was kicked open and an armada of soldiers swarmed through the doors. He was surrounded by Dragoons, Aria, and knights. The Headmaster then turned to them in stance with his left fist balled and close to his chin while the other dropped down slightly to waist height. He sharply inhaled. Some day this was. No one opted to attack him though, they just stood readied, before parting like the Red Sea, it puzzled him as to why but he would find out soon.
”Tavion Vega, on orders of the Vatican and the Grigori, I’m here by removing you from your position as the Headmaster of True Cross Academy, and suspending you of your duties as Arc Knight in the Japan branch of the Order. I hope you enjoyed yourself doing whatever it has been these last few days” A decree was spoken from the darkness of the stairwell before the one declared it stepped forth. Ignazio Barthomeloi the First. Tavion growled slightly seeing the man as he pointed that damned to hell cane of his at him. Echoes of swords being unsheathed and ammunition being lock and loaded filled the spectrum of sound. Tavion's breathing slowed as he calmed himself as Ignazio continued his approach toward the now Ex-Headmaster and former Arc Knight. Ignazio spoke once more about asking him to come quietly and respectfully while giving him the option to leave with some dignity in a police cruiser that happened to be waiting for him at the base of the Clocktower.
"Dignity." Tavion repeated. His voice was quite empty. "What a day..." He said aloud but to himself as he sighed. He payed no attention to Ignazio's goading, speaking of his waning spiritual energy and how he was a wannabe demon. He took another step forward telling Tavion he was being branded a traitor and would be killed if he resisted. A chuckle escaped the former Headmaster's lips as a smile turned up the corners of his mouth. "No good deed goes unpunished, eh Ignazio? But stripping me of my title before having a chance to see why I have been branded as this 'traitor' is a little much don't you think." Tavion spoke, leaving Ignazio to ponder that for the time being, in the meantime he was still ready for an attack.
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✖LOCATION✖ True Cross Academy Clocktower Rooftop ✖MOOD✖ Surprised and Disappointed Words: 441 | Total: 1017
”No, I like you like this. In a state of not knowing where you truly stand within the Order, apparently there have been more than enough reports sent in on your demon harboring, even some that suggest there are illegal summoned creatures within the walls of the academy. I plan on doing an investigation on that soon; personally.” Ignazio continued after listening to Tavion’s attempt to protect his name. Soon the Barthomeloi looked out towards the forest and noticed a jet stream of flame and lightning striking the peak of the barrier as well as the presence of a dragon. ”Summoning dragons, now are we? It would seem it’s a lightning breather from this Qi flow. But, those attacks were caused by someone else.” Ignazio said before walking pass Tavion to look at the forest. He closed his eyes and tapped the cane on the ground before a magic circle appeared underneath him. Soon the Barthomeloi raised his left hand to his mouth and bit down slightly before a drop of blood fell and activated the circle. ”Go forth and devour the soul, awaken and conquer all.” he commanded before six hounds appeared next to him. They were black in color and smelled like fresh blood and flesh. ”Tavion, if you don’t mind me asking you this, where have you been these last few days. A senior exorcist of a certain unwanted Aria family ratted you out. As much as I’d like to say I can help you, I don’t really want to. But, I will say one thing, this academy has become nothing more than a breeding ground and it sickens me on how low the talent pool has fallen. Are the Exwires even ready for the Qualification Exam? Or have you forgotten that they are more important than the demon children that are running around playing house with the unaware humans.”
