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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 6:34 pm
 nnnnnn⊰. . .Ｍ ｅｉ ❇ Ｌｉｎ. . .⊱nnnnnn
❝I will pray for your soul before I beat you into the ground!❞ ╔══════════════════════════╗
Mei's dark orbs were still fixed on the trailing embers before she turned onto her back and looked up to a now standing Sheila. When the woman offered her a hand, Mei took it swiftly and scampered onto her feet.
"Maybe it only comes out when fighting," Mei said absently, her orbs sliding from the sky down to the woman. "Or really bad situations." She wanted to say that was how she found out about her ability when she was younger, but refrained seeing as that wasn't the entire truth. When Sheila inadvertently called her a freak, Mei lowered her head and placed her index fingers together. "I'm a... tiger. I can do... tiger things. That's why I can take a hit and can hit people across the yard."
It was quick, low, and she didn't really want to talk about it anymore. Averting her eyes, she hoped Sheila wouldn't call her a freak again, she said, "Maybe we can go ask one of the teachers what you are. I'm sure we can find one of them somewhere, or even on that bulletin board thing!"
╚══════════════════════════╝ Who: Ms Sheila || What: Planted under Ms Sheila with her on her back and me on my stomach || When: Afternoon || Where: Training Grounds || Thoughts: A teacher could definitely help!
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 7:05 pm
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Oº°‘¨ Sheila Vixen¨‘°ºO
╚══════════════╝ ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂ ▁ ◤ "Yo" Sheila placed a hand on Mei's forehead and lifted her eyes to meet her own "Dont get all quiet and nervous about what you can do. Y'might think I don't notice but I practically raised my little brother, I know how to read the signs of insecurity. " she narrowed her lavnder colored orbs "Ain't nothing wrong with being able to do what we can do. I see you getting all melancholy about being a kitty I'm a bop you one good capiche ?"The blonde smiled and tousled Mei's hair "Anyway, interesting hypothesis but I'm not so sure. I can heat my hands and body up whenever I feel like it, It should stand to reason that I can do whatever I just did whenever I like too" she paused and thought for a moment. As much as Sheila preferred doing things on her own she might actually need help doing this "This teacher" she said after a moment "You know where they're at?"◢ "Stay outta my kitchen and you wont get burned"...
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 7:23 pm
nnnnnn⊰. . .Ｍ ｅｉ ❇ Ｌｉｎ. . .⊱nnnnnn
❝I will pray for your soul before I beat you into the ground!❞ ╔══════════════════════════╗
Mei was still playing with her fingers, her hair covering her eyes, before she felt the heel of Sheila's palm on her head. She almost began to cry with her words, and she brushed at her eyes with the back of her hand before smiling wide. She had been about to revert herself back, but even with the slight happiness Sheila just gave her, there were years of repressed admonishment for her beast.
Instead, however, she chose to live in the moment. "Capiche!" Mei happily said, "Whoa, you can do that?"
Her eyes widened, looking the woman up and down. She had never heard of anyone being able to do that before. She would ask about the little brother later, but when she was asked of the teachers, she kicked the ground and said, "Umm I think one of the knights might know! And there's a big chalkboard in the main hall that have the rules on them. I'm sure there's something for the students and teachers too!"
She grinned, sweeping the ground with her bare feet, before running over to the stone hedge that was closest to the door. She turned around after hooking her fingers behind her back, and smiled back to Sheila.
╚══════════════════════════╝ Who: Ms Sheila || What: Going back to the exit || When: Afternoon || Where: Training Grounds || Thoughts:Let's go find us a teacher!
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 8:50 pm
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Oº°‘¨ Sheila Vixen¨‘°ºO
╚══════════════╝ ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂ ▁ ◤ Sheila shook her head and smiled as Mei dashed off and stopped near the door. This kid was like a kitten that didnt run out of energy. Still as she walked after Mei she couldnt help but wonder how exactly she did that. Heating her body temperature was something she could do at will, maybe she could learn to do this on command as well, there was obviously a process behind it. ◢ "Stay outta my kitchen and you wont get burned"...
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 8:56 pm
nnnnnn⊰. . .Ｍ ｅｉ ❇ Ｌｉｎ. . .⊱nnnnnn
❝I will pray for your soul before I beat you into the ground!❞ ╔══════════════════════════╗
Mei smiled once more as Sheila moved closer to her, and proceeded to walk to the door. She was just certain she could find a teacher somewhere!
{Exit to Entrance Hall}
╚══════════════════════════╝ Who: Ms Sheila || What: Going back to the exit || When: Afternoon || Where: Training Grounds || Thoughts:Let's go find us a teacher!
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:13 pm
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Oº°‘¨ Sheila Vixen¨‘°ºO
╚══════════════╝ ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂ ▁ ◤ "Hey c'mon Slow down already!" SHeila shouted after Mei as she ran after her. -exit- ◢ "Stay outta my kitchen and you wont get burned"...
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 1:39 am
Destiny...Fate...
It's all Meaningless...
 _______________________________________________________________ Current Music: [Never Lose Myself] _______________________________________________________________
He felt the shift in the ground from the harsh cobblestone to the soft swish of shortgrass underneath his boot. The male adjusted the brown coat on his shoulders the faux white fur brushing against the back of his neck only slight pigmentation separating it from his silvery hair. He still carried a tied duffle bad filled with everything he owned, which truthfully wasn't much. Truth be told, he had chosen to come here before anything else, he hadn't checked in anywhere else, he was sure there was some sort of protocol to follow, but he wasn't very comfortable here. Supposedly this was a diverse, engaging environment that fostered and cultivated young minds. To him it was trading one style of containment for another. He didn't really have much choice in coming to this place at least not according to the link. He looked down to the dark bracelet that circled his wrist. The chain link attached to the end simply hung there dormant. It wasn't telling him anything, It hadn't told him anything since he entered the city. So he decided to seek out the one place where he could clear his head.
He stood at the end of the field and closed his eyes focusing his energy before letting loose a kinetic pulse, a light sweep of energy that could not be felt by anyone not ultra sensitive to these properties. It did however, allow for him to get feedback by feeling where the wave of energy went. This place was empty, thankfully he wouldn't have to be worried at this moment. He walked to the side of the grassy field and sat down the duffle bag. He shed his jacket, his arms were defined, but this definition was lost under a tapestry of scars running the length of his arms up to his shoulders. As he removed the sleeveless shirt, his upper body was connected to the riddle of scars that plagued his arm. From front to back he was covered in a series of scars and burns that ran up and down him. His muscles flexed as he breathed in deep and exhaled looking to the sky.
Silently he slapped his face at both sides before kneeling to open his bag. He gripped the cool metal and pulled out the matching set of tonfa. the Blued steel finish glimmering in the sunlight. He walked out to the field standing in the grass, his eyes closed. With a fierce opening he gained his gaze fixating on the open emptiness. He gripped the handle thrusting the tonfa forward adding a slight length to the punch drawing back while twisting it for defense before tucking it. As he did so his index finger brushed across the trigger mechanism the front slide opened the flared barrel revealing himself. He thrust forward, however as he did so the barrel slid slightly to the left, meaning if he had fired, it would have missed the target...pointless. He had built what he considered the perfect weapons, but the designs of his father were complex. The weight differential, the differing size due to the barrel length. All factors he had to now consider.
He sighed, this wasn't going to be a simple task in mastering these weapons, and he doubted there would be much help here, but until the link activated once more then his destiny was yet unforeseen. He only knew that he had to continue to train, he had to push himself more and further. He braced himself, launching forward, a burst of kinetic energy pushing him forward at blinding speeds, running through his movements, trying to be as precise with each movement. Wasting no motion, she wasn't simply going to sit around and wait. She must have been amassing an army again, preparing herself once more to take power. Before that he would find her, he would make her suffer, he would kill her.
Weapon: T.A.S
Communicating with:
Profile Link: Kenji
I exist only to kill...
...To kill her...
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 5:27 pm
⚘ Emil Cornett ⚘  ⚘ The Moss Music Man ⚘ ❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋Emil wanted to be in a place where he saw sure there would be hardly anyone. He had enough interactions today, and just wanted to relax. Though on the other hand he wanted to teach himself how to fight hand to hand. He was not very good with it in the first place. Emil due to his size, frail body, delicate feminine features that often make people mistaken for a girl, and cowardly nature he was not used to fighting. He peeked around a corner to see what was happening, his giant tuning fork with him. He saw Kenji, and right away felt intimidated. The greenette was afraid to step out there and begin training. He took a deep breath and took a step out, feeling the nature around him for a moment. He wasn't alone... The plants were with him.❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2015 11:48 am
Destiny...Fate...
It's all Meaningless...
_______________________________________________________________ Current Music: [Never Lose Myself] _______________________________________________________________
It was at this point that he had worked up a sweat, but it wasn't like there wasn't progress. Each run through tightened up his technique. The metal was off weight, heavier than what was typical, but once he got used to the weight the spinning of the tonfa became more natural. Each thrust contained more power He considered once more adding in the barrel release however just as this thought entered his head someone was there. This wasn't an ability, just that kind of feeling that he was being watched, however not by a person, by many people.
He turned his head quickly, still in form, searching for this crowd of people but as he did he only found one, not a crowd of onlookers, not the people who brought him here, but a boy. A delicate looking boy carrying....something a weapon of some sort definitely, like a two pronged trident or a tuning fork, but what the hell would a person be tuning with a fork of that size? He turned his whole body now to face the person but upon looking down realized he was still shirtless. With a slight increase in his eye sized he seemed to vanish from sight using his speed to jump over to where his clothing was. The small change in his eye size would seem like nothing to most, but truth be told he was slightly embarrassed. He toweled off and slipped the sleeveless shirt over his head.
He wasn't sure if someone had already booked this area being that he had just arrived on campus so it was entirely possible he was intruding on this person's space and time. He obviously wasn't sure how this place worked, but he still needed to train a bit more even if he needed to be a bit more modest in his style of dress. He was only used to his old home. He had nowhere to train except his quarters, yet even then he had to be modest. His old habits kicked in. He began his walk over to the person who had just entered. Each step purposeful, near threatening, his hair matted slightly from the sweat, his read eyes gleaming, Until the point where he was standing directly in front of him only a short distance away. He was taller than the boy forcing him to look down at him, he tried to gauge the person via eye contact, make sure that he hadn't stepped on any toes, however sometimes that look could come off as threatening. Though he hoped it didn't, his next action should throw any of thought of that out the window.
Tucking his arms to his body he bowed at the waist, traditionally and respectfully, he was wordless as he bowed but he did let his head down to look to the ground. As per his childhood he remained aware, a result of being struck over the head several times as he bowed to his mother or to the soldiers. Still he was in the territory of others bowing was only natural.
Weapon: T.A.S
Communicating with:
Profile Link: Kenji
I exist only to kill...
...To kill her...
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 5:30 pm
⚘ Emil Cornett ⚘ ⚘ The Moss Music Man ⚘ ❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋Emil was red in the face for two reasons. One... He was embarrassed because this guy was giving him a look that made him uncomfortable. And two is because he was shirtless, and sweating. He looked very attractive at the moment, and Emil, though it's a secret, finds men more attractive then girls. He then vanished from sight, which shocked Emil. Was he like Julianna? He looked around, concerned, and held the tuning fork close to him. And now the other male had a shirt. "That was fast..." he said quietly before realizing that Kenji was walking towards him! In his head he was saying,'Ooooooh nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono.' Kenji was approaching him in a very threatening manner. Or at least to Emil he was. Emil took a step back when Kenji was in front of him. The boy felt smaller then before. Here was this attractive, but very scary guy right in front of him, and he had no idea what to say. "Uh..." he said but that was right when the boy bowed down. Needless to say Emil was confused. He was... Bowing? Why? "You... Can continue if you want... Doing what you were doing. I'm just here to practice to so... Hi." Emil said in a shaking voice.❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 12:20 pm
Destiny...Fate...
It's all Meaningless...
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He rose at the boys words once again standing over him. He hadn’t yet become fully acclimated to dealing with people who spoke to him in a tone that wasn’t derogatory, however this person didn’t. Kenji’s face looked a bit confused at the interaction. The person seemed slightly nervous around him and he wasn’t entirely sure why. Then it dawned on him that he must look pretty pathetic what with his body of scars, his shirt covered the ones on his torso, chest and back, but his arms were still riddled with slash marks. He stepped back slightly but that was when the person stated that they were simply there to practice as well. No harm there, they even greeted him with hi. He couldn’t return the sentiment verbally so instead he simply meekly brought a hand up to his chest level, weakly curled fingers attached to a hand motioning for a wave like gesture to return the idea of ‘hello’
However that was when a realization came to him. With a slightly audible gasp of realization, Kenji balled the waving hand into a fist and brought it down on his open palm signaling more to himself than anything that this idea was forming in his head. The person before him stated that he was there to train as well, meaning in all likelihood that person had found this place on purpose. Unlike him. He was another student here, and that meant he may have been able to tell where he should be. He raised a single finger motioning for the person to stay still there if he would as Kenji jogged off to the side grabbing his duffle bag and returning to the spot. He pulled at the scrunched edges opening the bag of his limited possessions. Of them, he pulled out a folded piece of paper, his admissions. His eyes shifted through the page until he found the information he was looking for. He held the paper out towards the boy and pointed at a section that showed his assignment.
Kenji – Dorm Chrysalis – North Wing
After giving enough time to read that small section he tapped that section of the paper twice then locked his red gaze on the boy expectantly. He was trying to ask where that place was as he had no idea where anything was in the school and the signage wasn’t very clear to him. He wasn’t quite sure if his message would entirely get through, but it was the quickest way he could think of to communicate it to someone else. With any luck, this person knew the campus and could guide him to where he needed to go. Though he might be interrupting the boy’s training, which he would apologize for, he needed a place to leave his things…and shower now that he sat still long enough to think about it.
Weapon: T.A.S
Communicating with:
Profile Link: Kenji
I exist only to kill...
...To kill her...
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 6:46 pm
⚘ Emil Cornett ⚘ ⚘ The Moss Music Man ⚘ ❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋Emil was a little less nervous now. The guy hadn't spoken once, but he didn't show any hostility. Emil began to slow his breathing, but then Kenji gasped. "Huh what?!" he said as he gripped onto his Tuning Fork tightly. He watched as the boy in front of him started to do some signs. 'Ah... Is he mute?' he thought to himself, and if that was the case it made sense. That or he just didn't like talking or spoke another language. Emil could understand that too.
He waited in his spot for a moment when he was given a signal to stay put. Or at least he thinks it's a signal to stay put. When Kenji jogged back with a piece of paper Emil tilted his head. "Huh... Uh... I'll read this then." Emil said with a nervous smile before reading aloud, "Kenji... Oh that's your name? Dorm Chrysalis... Oh so your in the North Dorm?" Emil asked as he struggled to remember his own dorm, "I am part of Leviathan." he said, and holy smokes he was making normal conversation! "So you need to go to your dorm? Uh... Sure! You can't find it?" Emil asked before turning around. "N-no worries! I can show you! Yes... Yes I can. I didn't know what to train anyway." Emil said as he began to lead Kenji out.
*Exit*❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋
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