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 Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 5:02 pm
After wandering around for quite a while, Drake came across an enticing forest that seemed to gleam with life. He entered the forest and followed a deer trail through the trees. The forest seemed very peaceful, although the further he got the more he started to feel a dark energy. As it got stronger, Drake started to be more cautious.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 4:23 pm
 Alex
He watched on with a smirk, letting his telekinetic probes reach out further, investigating and such. When he found a suitable tree, the bark suddenly stripped away; rather than uprooting the tree as he would have normally done, he was forced to strip it down layer by layer until he was left with a suitable defense; a polearm staff, just short of the length of his own body. Staff in hand, he floated around above the ground-cloud and watched the snow begin to drift in. "How lovely," he muttered quietly, catching a snowflake in his hand. "If you plan on getting rid of the cloud, I suggest doing it very quickly," he called out to Matt. "Otherwise, it's about to be very cold in there..." The cloud he'd formed was far too thick and malformed to hold up against that sort of weather. The snow would roll through, and the water vapor would freeze- that cloud would become a gigantic snowball. With or without Matt still inside it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 4:43 pm
 
Cold? This was a term matt had not heard in a long time. He was a vampire, so cold to normal people was nothing to him. But he was growing weary of the fog, so he laughed.
"As you wish." He smiled. He breathed in and out, the atmosphere began to shift around him and you could see heat literally radiate from him.
"RAH!!" He roared out loudly. 'Let's see how he likes a little forest fire...' He thought as his Hellfire ability activated. His body suddenly exploded with enchanted fire. The fire spread quickly and consumed trees and bushes in a matter of seconds. The flowers however were unharmed.
The fire easily consumed the fog and burned it away in moments. With a wave of his hands the fire doubled in size, only sparing him and the strange man. Like a solar flare bits of fire began to violently lash at Alex.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 5:00 pm
Draconis could sense hostility ahead in the forest and as he sensed it he could see fire rise above the trees near him. "Maybe I shouldn't go this way after all." He said as he turned around and left the forest.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:53 pm
Alex Alex grinned as the fog erupted into flame, watching the man burn away everything in what otherwise would have been an impressive feat. But, again, it paled in comparison to what Alex's previous friends had been capable of, and those friendships had taught Alex very well how to handle fire-users. The flames that licked out at him were dodged with ease as he floated just out of reach, a fallen leaf in a gentle breeze above a boiling sea of lava. He rolled over and grinned down at the vampire, raising an eyebrow at the display. It was all quite a bit theatrical, really, and Alex failed to see the point; theatrics were useless in a survival situation, when the enemy didn't care about being dramatic- why should he?
"Gotten serious, have we? Ready to begin, now that you're all warmed up? Again, pun completely intended," Alex said, cupping his hands in order to project his voice over the crackling of the fires. "Fantastic. Now, then; first order of business. Halt the useless destruction of perfectly viable foliage. Easily enough done." His eyes flashed red suddenly, and blood began trickling down his cheeks once more as a breeze started up. His veins turned purple, as if glow-in-the-dark Raspberry Kool-aid had replaced his blood. The snow-flurry stormcloud overhead darkened, rolling in faster and faster. At the speeds he'd pushed it to, it couldn't sustain the ice crystals; they melted as they rolled over them, becoming a torrential downpour just over their heads. Within seconds the area was thoroughly soaked, extinguishing the fires and quite literally dampening Matt's fire-based abilities.
But he wasn't done there. "You're familiar with how lightning works, I assume?" He asked, lowering slowly until his bare feet met the now-mud of the battlefield. "Friction in the clouds ionizes the air, electrical charges find a suitable discharging point... And boom," he said simply, snapping his fingers. "Well. Charging up a lightning bolt is incredibly easy. I was creating lightning storms at age twelve- the first time around, that is." He paused, glancing up at the black cloud looming over them. Snow clouds were following, and soon enough this would revert to snow, but it didn't matter; snow clouds could produce lightning just as well. "Obviously the applications of producing lightning would be obvious, even to you. But how, how on Earth or any of the other places you can name, would you aim it?" He smirked, taking another step forward and making sure he avoided the flower bud things. "It took me quite some time to figure it out. I believe I was three hundred or so, at the time- but, it's so simple! The ionized air creates a channel between the charged cloud and the earth, for the lightning to travel through. Simply align that ionization where you would, and..."
As if on cue, a brilliant flash of light bolted from the sky, blasting a puddle of mud not seven feet from where Matt stood. He would feel the shockwave, of course, the concussive knockback that would feel a bit like being punched all over his body all at once- that much was inescapable, unless he was capable of moving faster than sound. But as far as actual electrical damage, there would be literally none. Where the lightning struck would be a scorched, dry clay spot that would quickly fill in with rainwater, and Alex opened up his hands almost apologetically. "And to think, they thought Abiogenesis was a valid theory. Lightning strikes a mud puddle... I don't think we'll see any fish crawling out of that anytime soon. Now then. Seen enough? Or... Would you like a closer look at the ionization channel?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 10:12 pm
Matt smiled at this, his 'theatrics' were part of how his powers operated. It wasn't his fault it was required.
Matt yawned as the lightning struck near him, even though the ground was wet he did not flinch. 'My grandmother could do better.' He thought, he would say it out loud, but he did not wish to come off as a complete a**. He was a teacher after all.
"I'm still warming up believe it or not. You think a little rain will douse this demonic flame?" He laughed. The field and smoldering trees burst to life on cue. The fire seemed to gather around Matt now, it slowly lifted him up and up until at last he was face to face with Alex. He smirked.
"You're lucky the flame never touched your skin, this fire is quite poisonous." He stated with a small grin. "But i'm not trying to kill you. But you do annoy me, you come off as arrogant and whats the modern day word? A know it all?" He chuckled.
A thought crossed his mind. A pocket of hot air swept down from above, it was strong. Strong enough to knock both fighters to the ground. The fire surrounded them both like a wall and Matt stroked his chin. "So, tell me. What do you know of the ancient arts?" He smiled. He wished to converse for a small moment.
OOC; Sorry for the slight god mod, but twas part of a sneaky plan >:3
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 10:53 pm
Alex Alex grinned at the comment of being a know it all, shrugging slightly. "The wise man is the one who realizes how little he truly knows, even after all he's learned. Oh, yes I can come off as a bit of an arrogant p***k... But I assure you, it's as much for show as your prancing about. It could always be worse, though- you could shout the names of your attacks as you do them. That'd be simply absurd," he remarked with a smirk, still amused as the man yawned off a lightning strike- and then went to suggest Alex was the arrogant one. Poisonous fire was a new bit, but he was hardly worried- his own personal healing factor had a specialty in dealing with poisons, it hardly left him powerless but for maybe even a minute.
"As for the dousing of your so-called 'demonic' fire, even demonic fires require the same thing as regular fires- heat, oxygen, and fuel- sans the fuel, in the case of magical fires like this- and the 'little rain' cools off the air faster than the fire can heat it up. You might not feel it now, but yes- a little rain will, indeed, douse your flames. You're just burning extra energy keeping them up. And when it begins to snow, that heat will be gone even faster... Everything so far seems to be going against you," Alex observed, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged again, dismissing that notion with the motion; he was sounding like an arrogant know-it-all at this point, and while it suited him- more or less- that didn't mean it was a good thing.
The surprise came when Matthew knocked them both out of the skies with a sudden blast of heated air. Alex made sure to land gently on his feet, raising an eyebrow at Matt's question of the ancient arts. He took a moment to note the wall of fire around them, before turning to Matt with a smile and a shrug. "That depends entirely upon what ancient arts you mean. And what ancient arts even are considered to be, by definition, in this universe. I know plenty of the 'ancient arts' from my own, and from several others... But those are things such as underwater basket weaving and how to play the cello. I suppose I know a tidbit about magic, but it seems to work a bit differently in every universe I go to. Where I'm from originally, magic doesn't even exist- quantum probability generators can produce seemingly impossible behavior in otherwise ordinary objects, but all the 'magic' I've got back home is just fancy science. I've seen magic that requires nothing but willpower to tap into, magic that requires sacrifice and responds to the human subconscious... I've even seen magic that required channeling through bizarre tokens, like crystal balls and tarot cards. Oh, and you can't forget about the Voodoo. No, not like Louisiana or even real Hatian Voodoo- one of the places I've been had an actual race, called the Voodoo. Where we had technology, they had words- words with power, words that meant something real. They said it, it existed. It happened. A race of genies, without the itty bitty living space." He finally took a break from talking, raising an eyebrow at the man and waiting for him to elaborate on 'ancient arts.' For all Alex knew, he could even mean older forms of martial arts, or the use of an ancient weapon like a katana or some such mess.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 11:14 pm
OOC; I state what ability's i use to avoid the 'WTF hax' moment. :3 But if you think that i shouldn't...
It was true he was burning up energy, but he had plenty. "Against me? Oh that's part of the fun, the odds should never be in your favor. That would be easy, i hate easy." He smirked.
'This guy runs his mouth more then my uncle Irwin.' He chuckled to himself.
"Well it appears fire just won't cut it, will it?" He said, he had hoped to keep this to himself as long as possible. But he really wanted to see the guy squirm a little.
Without warning Matthew slit both of his wrists with a dagger he procured from his pocket. His blood splattered to the ground, but soon rose up like a mist. He lunged his hands forward, a strange sensation like a tingle, spread like goosebumps throughout Alex's muscles and limbs. The more that fell from his vain's, the more Alex could feel the will. Urging him, commanding him. Even the most powerful beings would have trouble fending off this.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 2:30 pm
𝕿HE TWO CHILDREN HAD ALSO NOT BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP FOR HUNGER, AND HAD HEARD WHAT THEIR STEP-MOTHER HAD SAID TO THEIR FATHER. IS THIS MY STORY? OR IS IT NOT? GRETEL WEPT BITTER TEARS, AND SAID TO HANSEL, "NOW ALL IS OVER WITH US." "BE QUIET, GRETEL,"
SAID HANSEL, "DO NOT DISTRESS THYSELF, I WILL SOON FIND A WAY TO HELP US." AT FIRST THERE WAS NO ONE HERE → THAT WAS ZERO. AND WHEN THE OLD FOLKS HAD FALLEN ASLEEP, HE GOT UP, PUT ON HIS LITTLE COAT, OPENED THE DOOR BELOW AND CREPT OUTSIDE:
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Storyteller had been watching the battle very patiently. He was almost in a zen-like state of mind, since he just had been focusing on the sky instead of paying attention to the battle any more. But because of his unique ability, he was very aware of it at the same time. He knew every move and every used that they used, without even looking at them. The youngster actually had shown that he was capable of creative moves, while Matt was just trying out his spells on the boy.
But then Storyteller saw - or actually noticed - that the teacher was about to use blood magic. That was indeed Matt's specialty, but it was also rather dangerous and advanced type of magic that didn't seem to be too suitable for this kind of sparring match, especially when his opponent was just a student who had just arrived a few minutes ago.
"Mr. Palamara, don't you think that... That might be a bit too much?" Storyteller yelled from afar.
He had chosen not to sit right next to them after all, because all those flames and all such was quite troublesome, and he didn't feel like dodging them all the time. Now Storyteller saw with his own eyes what the environment looked like after a while of battling.
And it indeed seemed like there shall lots of things for him to clean up. Fire users were always the ones cause for the worst messes in this academy. He found them rather interesting, actually, and he didn't mind the extra work that they cause him to do. There was of course messy cases that were caused by the members of other branches too, but some of those are much easier to clean up. Fire has this tendency to simply destroy things right away, and often there was items and objects that were simply unfixable after one single touch of fire. But Storyteller still liked the Pyro members, nevertheless.
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𝕺H, IT MAKES US SHUDDER!" THE YOUNGER SAT IN A CORNER AND LISTENED WITH THE REST OF THEM, AND COULD NOT IMAGINE WHAT THEY COULD MEAN. "I", STORYTELLER, APPEARED THERE → THAT MEANS ONE. "THEY ARE ALWAYS SAYING, IT MAKES ME SHUDDER, IT MAKES ME SHUDDER! IT DOES NOT MAKE ME SHUDDER," THOUGHT HE.
OR WHAT IF "I" AM A NO ONE → ZERO AGAIN? "THAT, TOO, MUST BE AND ART OF WHICH I UNDERSTAND NOTHING!" THE HORIZON BETWEEN NIGHT AND MORNING → WHY IS THAT TWO? AH, THE MEMORIES START TO FADE AGAIN.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 9:32 pm
Alex For a moment, Alex's smirk remained plastered across his face. Matt admitted fire wouldn't cut it, and Alex almost let it go to his head- almost. Then the man cut himself, and Alex was immediately watching, on guard for the man's blood to become weapons or some such sorcery. When instead his own body attempted to turn against him, he was caught off guard. Luckily, his mind worked as quick as it did; while he did fall to his knees, he grunted and forced his body to fight back. Fire seared through his veins, and he was vaguely aware of someone screaming in the distance- not realizing it was his own voice- but he wasn't about to be beaten by this. If he was going down, it wasn't by cheap voodoo. His eyes, clenched shut until this moment, shot open suddenly; light poured from them, blood trickling down his cheeks as his mind aided his body against the foreign threat. Slowly, painfully, he staggered to his feet; clearly worn out, he wiped the blood from his cheeks.
Normally, that sort of attack would have been a personal invasion of his privacy and cause for immediate dismissal from life. However, he was nowhere near his full power, and also was still in the midst of mental recovery due to the trauma of knowingly leading an army of children to their inevitable slaughter. His eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed as he met Matthew's gaze, but he remained still and held his tongue for a moment longer. When his eyes stopped bleeding and his veins stopped glowing, he sighed quietly and tried to straighten up. His body was still screaming at him, even after he'd fought off the influence; however, he retained the ability to walk. And he used it, stepping towards the Storyteller. "I'm done," he informed Matthew, "I know when I'm beaten. Good game... But I'll be back for a rematch soon enough," he promised, offering a smile. His previous view of that being a personal attack had almost immediately dissipated, and now he saw Matthew as a sparring partner, someone with which he could practice and better himself. Already he felt far stronger than mere minutes ago; where he'd had trouble moving a grapefruit sized rock, now he could lift his own body weight. Not to mention the intricate complexity of the maneuvers he'd been doing; manipulating the physical state of water wasn't exactly a walk in the park. He was beat. But satisfied; after all, this man was one of the teachers. And Alex had held his own, for a while at least. Hopefully that was more than most of the students could say, because Alex planned on being top of his class. He wasn't the kind of guy who did 'second place' very well.[OOC: Nah, I didn't mean it like that. I was just poking fun, is all- in one of the other guilds I was in, it was a very 'moves and spells don't have names' kind of thing, and this one kid came in with names for anything... When we finally got him to understand that he didn't need magic words, it'd become sort of a joke for our characters to point stuff out. All in good fun, you understand.]
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 9:48 pm
OOC; I understand emotion_yatta
Matthew could feel the strain his dark magic had cost him. He had not fed since he awakened so the little blood he had was almost gone. It was true he used this match to flex his spell muscles. Before he slept he rarely used his power, but now...he would need to be as strong as could be.
He turned to the two and bowed apologetically.
"Sorry about that, in truth I've never actually used blood magic in battle before. I got caught up in the moment...facing a smug opponent makes me want to see them squirm a little." He laughed awkwardly.
"Y-you're lucky, if i had fed before you w-would not have...survived. I-In fact i haven't fed since i awo-" He said before he stopped.
Matthew's vision blurred right then. Then he promptly passed out.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 10:18 am
𝕿HE TWO CHILDREN HAD ALSO NOT BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP FOR HUNGER, AND HAD HEARD WHAT THEIR STEP-MOTHER HAD SAID TO THEIR FATHER. IS THIS MY STORY? OR IS IT NOT? GRETEL WEPT BITTER TEARS, AND SAID TO HANSEL, "NOW ALL IS OVER WITH US." "BE QUIET, GRETEL,"
SAID HANSEL, "DO NOT DISTRESS THYSELF, I WILL SOON FIND A WAY TO HELP US." AT FIRST THERE WAS NO ONE HERE → THAT WAS ZERO. AND WHEN THE OLD FOLKS HAD FALLEN ASLEEP, HE GOT UP, PUT ON HIS LITTLE COAT, OPENED THE DOOR BELOW AND CREPT OUTSIDE:
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Storyteller smiled for a while when he saw that those two stopped fighting before it got too serious. However, his smile disappeared a bit before the vampire passed out. It was quite sudden, but once again, his ability allowed him not to be too surprised by it. A while ago he had planned to congratulate both of them as soon as the battle was over, but due to the current situation he just honesty stated:
"...Ah, damn it."
Storyteller clapped his hands together. Most of the nearby area was simply recovered to it's former glory, with the few exceptions of completely dead, burned trees. He wasn't very tired yet, since he had been just relaxing while these two had been wasting their energy. So, cleaning up with magic only was very possible in this situation. Human-made things were harder to fix than nature, so this was not the problem.
These two were the problem. He stood up, imagined the way Alex was just before the fight and gently tapped the boy's shoulder. This simple move should heal him, even for a bit. It was not actually "healing", but more like recovering the ideal state for the story to continue. This was another of Storyteller's weird, unexplainable talents.
"Stay there for a while, Alex. You did well," he said and walked off to Matt.
Once again, he pictured how Matt looked before the battle. He kneed down and touched the vampire's forehead, trying to recover him too. This time Storyteller could not read a clear cause for fainting, so he assumed that the vampire was simply suffering from a blood loss.
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𝕺H, IT MAKES US SHUDDER!" THE YOUNGER SAT IN A CORNER AND LISTENED WITH THE REST OF THEM, AND COULD NOT IMAGINE WHAT THEY COULD MEAN. "I", STORYTELLER, APPEARED THERE → THAT MEANS ONE. "THEY ARE ALWAYS SAYING, IT MAKES ME SHUDDER, IT MAKES ME SHUDDER! IT DOES NOT MAKE ME SHUDDER," THOUGHT HE.
OR WHAT IF "I" AM A NO ONE → ZERO AGAIN? "THAT, TOO, MUST BE AND ART OF WHICH I UNDERSTAND NOTHING!" THE HORIZON BETWEEN NIGHT AND MORNING → WHY IS THAT TWO? AH, THE MEMORIES START TO FADE AGAIN.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 3:35 pm
Matthew sprang up at the touch of the storyteller. The self inflicted wounds vanished and a bit of color returned to his skin. "Whoa, that was weird." Matthew said. He stood up and brushed himself off. "Well im going to go, i'm rather...parched." He smirked. "Anyone want a ride back?" He said holding out a hand to the two.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 6:32 pm
𝕿HE TWO CHILDREN HAD ALSO NOT BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP FOR HUNGER, AND HAD HEARD WHAT THEIR STEP-MOTHER HAD SAID TO THEIR FATHER. IS THIS MY STORY? OR IS IT NOT? GRETEL WEPT BITTER TEARS, AND SAID TO HANSEL, "NOW ALL IS OVER WITH US." "BE QUIET, GRETEL,"
SAID HANSEL, "DO NOT DISTRESS THYSELF, I WILL SOON FIND A WAY TO HELP US." AT FIRST THERE WAS NO ONE HERE → THAT WAS ZERO. AND WHEN THE OLD FOLKS HAD FALLEN ASLEEP, HE GOT UP, PUT ON HIS LITTLE COAT, OPENED THE DOOR BELOW AND CREPT OUTSIDE:
▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ｏ ｍ ｎ ｉ ｓ ｃ ｉ ｅ ｎ ｔ
Matthew seemed to be fine again. In fact, now Storyteller was rather amazed when he started to think about his own abilities. How did he know about this skill? The man had not healed any humans or anything with the repairing skill today. And all he could remember about his life was what happened today, due to those infamous memory losses of his. Maybe it was an instinct. Maybe he just naturally knew what to do. He really didn't know the right solution to this mystery.
In any case, the vampire was feeling all right again. In fact, he was so refreshed that he made a suggested to give Alex and Storyteller a nice ride home.
"A ride?" Storyteller wondered. He completely forgot about his confusion and identity problems when the vampire suddenly spoke to him.
For a while Storyteller felt a bit unsure about this. But after thinking of it for a while, he realized what "the ride" meant. Spontaneous Combustion - A fire type skill, which teleports the user somewhere. He knew that the teacher knew it, so he guessed that it must be that skill that he was talking about.
After all, Storyteller's guesses were quite accurate - because they were not just guesses at all.
"Well, why not!", he said and smiled.
Storyteller went quickly to grab the grocery box. He was sure that forgetting that would give him some trouble back at school. So, after getting it, he walked back and grabbed the vampire's hand.
[OOC: I'm still thinking about the "TO NARNIA!" -thing.]
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𝕺H, IT MAKES US SHUDDER!" THE YOUNGER SAT IN A CORNER AND LISTENED WITH THE REST OF THEM, AND COULD NOT IMAGINE WHAT THEY COULD MEAN. "I", STORYTELLER, APPEARED THERE → THAT MEANS ONE. "THEY ARE ALWAYS SAYING, IT MAKES ME SHUDDER, IT MAKES ME SHUDDER! IT DOES NOT MAKE ME SHUDDER," THOUGHT HE.
OR WHAT IF "I" AM A NO ONE → ZERO AGAIN? "THAT, TOO, MUST BE AND ART OF WHICH I UNDERSTAND NOTHING!" THE HORIZON BETWEEN NIGHT AND MORNING → WHY IS THAT TWO? AH, THE MEMORIES START TO FADE AGAIN.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 6:41 pm
OOC; XD To the courtyard!!
Matt looked back at Alex, who seemed to have vanished. So he shrugged and took the storytellers hands when he was done retrieving his parcel. "This is gonna feel a bit weird at first." He warned. Without warning Matthew burst into flame, since he held Storytellers hand he too burst into flame. Both could feel themselves light as air, as if they were flying yet completely still. It all happened so fast. They both felt their body's become solid once more, but when they looked around they were no longer in the woods.
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