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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 10:46 am
Neeve had left the ice cream shop in a state of fury, but the walk to find the bickering, troublesome pair of Mir and Lucas had cooled her head a trifle. Honestly, she had no idea what the heck she was going to do (to them) once she found them. Stuffing a hand in her chamoise-y brown cardigan pocket, she pulled out her cellular. Well, it looked like one, at least. The idea behind it had been based off of similar technology her parents used, and frankly, when her best-friend-slash-arch-nemesis had given it to her, she'd deemed it completely useless. What good would being able to sense abnormal power signatures be when you lived and worked at a school designed for abnormally powerful people? It wasn't as if she felt destined to follow in her folk's footsteps, either.
Frowning, the eleven year old noticed some strange blots showing up on the small screen. Maybe it's finally breaking... At first, it had been one, a momentary flicker of something small that disappeared, then seemingly reappeared in the same spot. However, Neeve had cause to think it was something more than your average radioactive squirrel. Or whatever. Then there were more- and moving- following Lucas? In an instant, she remembered those student bios she'd leafed through at the beginning of the school year. Brown eyes in the dark widened. Lucas, whom was steadily growing bigger, and brighter. Oh crap. What was Lucas, no, MIR thinking? Formulating the roughest of plans in her head, Neeve took off running, circling around to the left to where the presumed Lucas would be in hot pursuit.
The moon was bright enough for her to see well enough, but it turned out running around in a near pitch-black forest wasn't the best idea. Each time she glanced down at the device Neeve stumbled over some unseen fallen branch or rock, and after the third time she slowed to a brisk jog, shinnying up the nearest oak. Crashing noises filled the forest, accompanied by a female voice calling out in the distance, and soft thumps when an agile male figure landed on the moist earth. It appeared Mir had called on the trees to catch Lucas... Her eyes narrowed, tracking the shape of Lucas figure evading the sweeping thrusts of the animated foliage. He was coming towards her, which meant she hadn't been spotted just yet. Lucas landed underneath her perch in a matter of seconds, and she leaned forward to get a look at him. The phone indicated he was becoming brighter yet.
"Watch it, Amsel." she observed him picking up a large rock. Her eyes flashed in the scattered moonlight, wary of any abrupt movement in the boy's nighttime character. 
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 2:34 pm
 Lucas Amsel  A voice in Lucas' close proximity spurred him into action. Whirling around, he threw his makeshift weapon upward, in the direction of the sound without even bothering to identify the shadow perched above. He noticed a dim light coming from some sort of device the figure- Neeve?-had been holding. So they were both in on this. That broad...if he could even consider her one due to her age." Teacher or not, you will die," he snarled, eyes alit with madness and leaped onto the nearest low branch to begin his ascension towards the teacher. The kid had looked perfectly normal, but the fact that she had managed to find him in the dark was something he must be wary of. He did not have anything sharp on hand, the only weapon he had was strapped in the holster against his left side just beneath the jacket he was wearing and unusable, but if he could land a blow on her windpipe or simply snap her neck, that'll be the end of it.
However, his approach was fortunately put to a stop when something rough wrapped itself tightly around his right forearm and the python-like root he had been standing on shifted just enough for him to lose his footing. Much like one of those unfortunate stuffed toys owned by snotty children, Lucas found himself suspended in midair by his arm. A string of curses unfit for nuns of all ethnicity was released as he was swung around. He was going to set fire to this blasted forest Greenpeace be damned.
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Sapphire Waltz Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 6:48 pm
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Mir was nearing her personal limit, or at least, it felt as though she was. It was the very first time that the doll had not consumed the drink at the appointed time. The blond soon noted the importance of carrying multiple flasks on her person later on due to the sharp pain that had begun to run across her body. Why did she even dare to sacrifice the valuable drink to trees just in order to find out the identity of some unknown person running ahead? It was a foolish mistake that the amber eyed puppet was regretting... Then a rather tempting thought ran across her mind. Uncorking the flask, Mir drank half of it's contents without even flinching at the fact she had made a deal earlier. Thankfully, one tree had managed to ensnare the person, so the doll quickly ceased fueling the rest of the forest with her magic and dimmed her powers to a minimum to that sole tree, so their movements soon came to a halt as they stayed frozen in their positions. Also, the marionette was grateful that sampling such an amount of tonic was enough to stop the pain and give her enough energy to begin moving again, so she began to cautiously approach the winning tree and consequently much closer to the unidentified person. Prepared to empty the remainder of the flask, the marionette stood in a state of surprise as she identified her loot as Lucas Amsel.
Her bright amber eyes soon noticed a third person in her vicinity as Neeve, the homeroom teacher who had supervised them earlier. The mere thought that the small teacher would have caught sight of the doll using her powers in order to catch another student, thus ruining her reputation had appalled Mir. Quickly patting the trunk of the tree to ask it to release the albino as she poured the tonic onto it's roots, it slowly let go and its boughs moved back to their initial positions."Umm... I can explain teacher!"She paused to think a bit and the enraged Amsel was the least of her troubles now that a teacher had arrived on the scene."I understand that three of us were supposed to stay together as a group, however, the other boy, Rykeir, proved to be quite troublesome! You see... Lucas and I were busy diligently trying to locate him after he ran out of our sights from the Homeroom, however, when we had finally managed to catch up to him, an unpleasant sight befell us! We believe his pet snake had swallowed him because there was a rather fat serpent like the one depicted in Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's introductory pages of the Little Prince at the scene of the crime. Then, the pet snake was caught by a fox and it fled here, to Mt.Fuyu, and I tried to use my powers to catch it, but I ended up getting Lucas and I'm afraid its probably long gone from here by now..." Her entire explanation was utter nonsense, but it was the best that she could come up with with the short amount of time the puppet had to think up of something. Hopefully Lucas wouldn't be a stubborn mule and would just agree with whatever she just said and that the teacher would just accept the snake boy's disappearance without asking too many questions. It would simplify the mess the two students had gotten into and maybe allow Mir to run back to her dorm so drink the other half of the concoction the blond doll had missed. With a small sigh, the teen knew it was wishful thinking.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 9:10 pm
Neeve shifted quickly, just catching the rock Lucas lobbed at her before it hit its mark. Stone rubbed against metal with a quiet grinding noise, and she cursed the device, adjusting the rock in her hand while sliding it back into the sweater pocket. She didn't regret using it, however, Amsel would have discovered her soon enough without the electric glare."Tch, tch. You're more arrogant than ever, Gramps." she scoffed, unperturbed. In all honesty, her little regard for her own, fragile life was astounding; she couldn't have cared less that she'd practically sprayed lighter fluid on a forest fire. Despite her nonchalance, Neeve gulped at the sight of an enraged, centuries-old madman climbing towards her in amongst the branches. She stiffened, willing herself to be ready for whatever she needed to react to in the next few seconds. Thankfully, the tree did as she'd hoped, wrapping a thick limb around Lucas's right arm. With Lucas momentarily under control, Neeve crouched, jumping from the tree limb onto the mossy dirt floor, knees bent. Straightening briskly, she looked at the boy for a moment, tossing the rock up into the air, and catching it again, before turning to identify the blonde doll joined them. Lucky for Lucas she'd resisted temptation to drop it on his head.
Listening to Mir's absurdity, Neeve almost pitied the doll; clearly she was trying very hard to come up with something convincing. "Mir, that's a load of crap." she snorted. "I know full well what you two've been up to, and it sure as heck wasn't that load of nonsense." A slight pang of irritation made her pause as the oak released Lucas. Obviously she didn't understand the situation if she was going to let Lucas down and able to act on his murderous impulses. Continuing, "I don't give a flying flap about where Kurt's run off to, I can find him later. What I'd like to know" -she brought her words to a close with disdainful emphasis- "Is what the hell did you think you were actually doing?" Realistically, it was an unfair question; how was Mir supposed to have known? Neeve wasn't one to think that way, though, and in her mind it did not excuse anything, from completely ignoring her and Lucas's previous punishments to chasing a demonic, crazed boy through the woods on the side of a mountain, especially when he could snuff out her enchanted existence faster than she could likely imagine.
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:47 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 10:10 pm
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Pft and I obviously underestimated both of them. To be expected, her little excuse failed to impress anyone, including herself now that she thought back at what had been blurted out. Serves me right for trying to save Amsel in this situation and now I'm the only one who's in trouble now. In the end, trying to rush things ended up making her waste even more precious time that the doll couldn't afford to spare. She hadn't the slightest idea what were going to be the consequences if the marionette did not go back to her dorms to replenish her recommended intake of fluid since it was her first time being deprived of it, but somehow the teen had no intention of just dilly-dallying and waiting to find out. Unexpectedly, the insane albino boy lunged in her direction, with his fist aiming for her face. With the amount of precious time it took to react, there was barely any left to properly move out of the way and completely dodge the attack. Thankfully though, Mir was able to prevent the fist from meeting squarely her face but it still ran across the sides of her cheek and managed to rip off the small mask that hid part of her face as it hit the ground. She took generous amounts of steps behind and put her hands against her face, patting it for any damage the cursed boy could have caused, apart from the obvious lack of her mask. The golden haired girl did not expect even a scratch to appear on her wooden face for the material which consisted her entire body was made from dogwood, which was very dense and fine-grained, which made it hard and strong. If it was her face or his fist that was going to feel the blow, she was sure it was going to be his fist rather than her face since she felt nearly nothing with her lack of sensory receptors.
Amber eyes looked over to the black mask that was beyond her reach now. Although masks were usually for decorative purposes, it helped Mir control her powers with much more ease by suppressing them. Now that it was no longer attached to her face, the glow in hair began to fade gradually before increasing intensity once again and repeating this pattern like the beating of a heart. What other nuisance do I have to take care of now… I have no time to waste on some rabid albino freak.Moving in back of a tree to gain some protection from Lucas in case he was still going to come after her, she told Neeve, “Teacher, I will gladly tell the whole and complete truth if you get Amsel off from wanting to behead me and allow me to return to my dorm before…” Neeve would be understanding of her situation, right? The desperate marionette frantically searched for an alternative solution in case the short teacher had no sympathy for her. Then the teen briefly recalled something in Lucas's possessions that might be of use against him. However, was he even carrying it on himself or had he left it back in the dorms?
(OOC: An honestly really messy post... I had too many things to include so I ended up chopping plenty out D: I'm sorry!)
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Sapphire Waltz Vice Captain
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 12:02 am
As Lucas lunged for Mir, Neeve took the opportunity to reach for something herself. Darting forward, the impish child thrust her hand into Amsel's jacket pocket. She had an idea, and it seemed the only viable option in the present situation. A hunch, really, and a hunch confirmed when her slender fingers wrapped themselves around the sleek, antique revolver's grip as Lucas's fist grazed the doll's wooden cheek. Having retrieved the gun, Neeve took half a dozen short strides backwards to put a few meter's distance between the crazed man and herself. Grimacing, she took a slow, deep breath. Shoulders squared, Neeve Marien Hapsburg tore down her own mental defenses, allowing for a torrent of memories to overflow in her mind. Focus eliminated the unnecessary flashes; she sought to hone in on one date and time in particular.
"Aw, come on, try it again!" Warm russet eyes attempted to encourage their lone, stubborn student. "I know you can do it, Neeve." he coaxed. A soft breeze blew through the clearing, ruffling the new spring grass. The pair was alone at the shooting range, a quick walk from the main buildings of Hapsburg Sanctuary for The Supernaturally Gifted. A shorter, brooding figure frowned up at Oliver Hapsburg. "And what if I don't want to?" She massaged a sore palm. "That hurt. You're going to make me shoot my eye out!" It came out in a burst; this, younger Neeve was nervous to pick up the arm a second time. The lanky man chuckled openly, bringing a finger to his lips and winking mischeviously. "Shhh, you're going to get your mom out here yelling at me!" Lena, or "Mom" as she was more often known, would not necessarily disapprove of her husband teaching their daughter the skill, but motherly compassion and frequent disapproval of his methods would likely lead to a pursed-lip glare. "Look here, it's not so bad..." He knelt next to her, placing a larger, weathered hand over her small, delicate one, guiding her fingers into the correct positions whilst murmuring advice...
Simultaneously, her right hand stiffened and left balanced underneath, thumb went on the hammer and index to the trigger. In a final gesture, the revolver's silver barrel pointed itself at the frenzied man, ready to c**k and fire in a moment. "Amsel, take another step and I'll shoot. Don't doubt me."
Seconds dragged on like hours as the eleven year old labored to fend off the overwhelming flow of recollection. Wincing once or twice, Neeve blinked away the last trace of a temporarily unfocused, lost expression. Orange-rimmed spectacles turned next on Mir, and aided brown orbs examined the doll, realizing the effects of Lucas's blow. "Gahh! Forehead met hand with a light smack, hand sliding down to rub underneath her glasses. "Lovely, simply lovely! You know, you two are just so talented at making a mess of things. Not joking, this kind of stuff takes talent." Her voice dripped of sarcasm. Back to Lucas, she cocked the trigger. Left hand now free, she reached into her side bag, rummaging within until she came upon the flashlight she seriously needed at this point in time. A thin beam of bright light cut through the darkness, training its intensity on the moss-covered mountain floor. "Gramps, I'm taking the both of you hooligans back to school, now. Don't worry, Fuyu has places for people like you!" She ended with a falsely cheery smile (more of a smirk, then), giving the blinding spotlight that was the blonde doll time to look for the fallen mask.
Edit: Fixed a typo, and a weird confusing bit I forgot to fix~ ]]
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:10 pm
 Twelve shades of gray Is a colorful day For eyes like M I N E -------- Sarah walked up to the base of the mountain and looked up at it's peak, too far up for her narrow eyes to see. She sighed, wondering if she would ever make it to the top in this lifetime. Well, I don't have any classes on my first day, so why not. When I get tired, I'll go back down. But there's nothing better than a mountain climb. She thought with a deep breath in, and began to walk up the steep, slender path. Her calves ached with a subtle burn after twenty minutes of walking, but she took a swig of iced tea and the burn all but disappeared. It was times like these where she could be herself, think to herself, not worry what others thought about her or her appearance. She usually didn't care anyway, but she always made sure to keep up her strict, cold front in front of others, and when she was alone it was abandoned. Twenty minutes later, she peered over the side of the path and looked down to where she had began. With a slight frown, Sarah saw she had only walked up about fifty feet, when it had felt like more than that. I haven't climbed in a while... She thought and took another sip from her chill water bottle. Better pick up the pace! Settling into a power walk, Sarah once again began trotting up the path.
Five minutes passed, and Sarah was faced with her first real challenge. The neat, organized path she had been following since the start had vanished, and now a series of craggy rocks leading to the peak presented themselves. Sarah grinned and cracked her knuckles in anticipation. She nestled her water bottle into the carrying section of the incredibly unfashionable fanny pack she had been wearing and began to climb. She loved the way the dust settled on her fingers as she placed her hands where no one had been in years. Gravel cracked and popped beneath her hiking boots as she struggled to remain steady on a hold. She was stuck - just out of reach from a stable cliff edge. With a gulp, Sarah looked back down. She could no longer see her starting point. The view was blocked by a series of boulders she had scaled earlier, and Sarah felt uneasy and worried she wouldn't be able to find her way back. Then she remembered her last mountain climb. She had come across the same problem, and had had the same regrets she was having now. But she was still alive, wasn't she? Sarah closed her eyes and breathed in, then looked back at the ledge she had been trying to grab. Now that her mind was clearer, it wasn't as far as she'd thought. Taking a risky leap from her steady footing, she grabbed the edge and yelped as a bird that had been resting there cawed and took flight. For a moment, she hung only by her fingers. Then she pulled herself up, and kept climbing, grinning with joy all the way.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:59 pm
Lucas Amsel
Lucas had been watching his blow soar towards his classmate, roommate, and pain in the rear end with almost childish eagerness. He could not recall the last time he had drawn blood from anyone or anything and all the pent-up aggressiveness bubbled within him, just waiting to be unleashed at the first occasion, at the first slip of self-restraint, like an explosive burst of fury. As soon as he felt his knuckle graze the doll, all hell broke loose and his world narrowed into focus onto the stumbling figure from which he had knocked the mask off. So caught up was he in his intent to maim that he did not even register the hard material that Mir's body constituted of, the stinging pain in his hand, the darting figure that had managed to effortlessly break into his guard and retreated or the sudden emptiness in his jacket's pocket.
He was so close to inflicting pain on someone after so long that he could already smell the incoming carnage. He was seeing red, all other senses muffled out as he approached his target once more, giving himself into the exalting pain of adrenaline pumping through his veins. Her lips were moving and her tone was urgent, anxious, a cornered prey even as she moved back to shield her frail, breakable body.
She won't escape, the forest night was his hunting ground. There were no shadow that would conceal her from him, no scent he could not trail, no movement he could not decipher amidst the cover of the night. Until a blur of movement and a familiar gleam of silver in his peripheral vision halted him.
"Amsel, take another step and I'll shoot. Don't doubt me."
Shoot...shoot....shoot...the word echoed in his head as imagery of all its implication spun in his his mind's eye in a frantic, dizzying waltz of scarlet liquid and shattered ivory before the world faded into a blinding bright light that sent him leaping back, hands clutching his face even as a scream tore itself out of his throat. Pain...pain...pain...
Everything had come to a premature stop. He couldn't see, his eyes hurt while all his other senses were heightened even more than they already were to make up for his lost of sight, but it was just too much to take in at once. The ear-splitting voice that belonged to an irate Neeve drowned out by the thunderous symphony of rustling leaves amidst the scent of moist dirt, and was that a hint of putrefied flesh?
A splitting headache brought him to his knees as his guts churned with the meager dinner he had. Shutting unseeing eyes and remaining in his crouched position allowed him to concentrate enough to focus on the smell of decay that was growing stronger by the minute, but strangely enough, he had the feeling that its horrid stench was only part of the reason behind his growing unease. Was that fear he was feeling? The brat was saying something, tone dangerous, but all he could do at the moment was to try and drown out her boisterous voice to focus on the sound of long robes brushing against forest grass. Something was coming. There were two other presences at close proximity, one completely harmless, but the other...
Neeve was distracted with another object she had fished out of her bag, he could use that distraction to his advantage, but instinct told him that what awaited him in the woods was far more dangerous than whatever the pint-sized homeroom teacher could pit at her in the safety of the school. His decision was purely primitive much like a predator fleeing in the presence of a bigger threat.
"Two steps to your left and 11 steps forward," he finally said in Mir's direction based on his memory of the mask's trajectory and the lingering scent of dogwood still clinging to it. His voice was hoarse, yet strangely flat in comparison to his previous hysteric behavior with just a hint of urgency. Hurry was left unsaid.[OoC: Since he's much tamer now, feel free to puppet him in incoming exit posts whenever that is]
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