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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:30 pm
Azrael sighed, and put his hand on her head, slightly clenching it with his hands.
"Now, now, Vampirella, would ya cut it out? think about it; this is a school for the, shall I say, unorthodox among us. He must be considered nonconventional in a sense by his peers, so he probably has problems of his own. He may bee stressed out, or just not used to being surrounded by people who aren't as they seem."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:34 pm
Everything will be okay in the end.
(( Previous post slightly edited. ^^; ))
He huffed, gaining confidence over his side of the story. "Isn't that a bit hypocritical? 'Don't judge me because I'm different, but I'm gonna assume all humans judge before they know anything.' How mature," he said sarcastically. This feeling was intoxicating... this... confidence. Not wanting to go overboard with it, he stood and flipped his ponytail over his shoulder, leaving Sorcha to have her little tantrum. He smiled slightly at Azrael to show he meant no disrespect.
"Yes, thanks." He looked at the fuming Sorcha over his shoulder. "That's exactly what it is. Your oral eloquence is appreciated." He then headed down the hallway, away from the hostile half-blood.
If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:37 pm
Miss Lovely Rita Azrael sighed, and put his hand on her head, slightly clenching it with his hands. "Now, now, Vampirella, would ya cut it out? think about it; this is a school for the, shall I say, unorthodox among us. He must be considered nonconventional in a sense by his peers, so he probably has problems of his own. He may bee stressed out, or just not used to being surrounded by people who aren't as they seem." {(Her Father's name is Muireadhach)}
"Beat it old man this doesn't concern you!" Sorcha seethed. The shadows started whipping wildly as her internal battle was begining to be won on the wrong side.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:40 pm
Azrael huffed.
"Now, now, no need to call me old man. Besides, I'm not your old man, M...Mooer...Mumu... Muireadhach is. Now, think about it. He just wasn't used to the situation. Think about if you were to be put into a school of humans for the first time, and you never knew humans. You'd be somewhat scared and naive, right? that's how he's feeling."
[[He can tell that Draconis is male because he can smell out someone's gender. Azrael's... really odd.]]
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:42 pm
~Pretty Pink Depression~ Everything will be okay in the end.
(( Previous post slightly edited. ^^; ))
He huffed, gaining confidence over his side of the story. "Isn't that a bit hypocritical? 'Don't judge me because I'm different, but I'm gonna assume all humans judge before they know anything.' How mature," he said sarcastically. This feeling was intoxicating... this... confidence. Not wanting to go overboard with it, he stood and flipped his ponytail over his shoulder, leaving Sorcha to have her little tantrum. He smiled slightly at Azrael to show he meant no disrespect.
"Yes, thanks." He looked at the fuming Sorcha over his shoulder. "That's exactly what it is. Your oral eloquence is appreciated." He then headed down the hallway, away from the hostile half-blood.
If it’s not okay, it’s not the end. Shadow walls whipped up around him stopping him in his tracks, a deep howl like scream emerged from Sorcha as she lost all control, her fangs got longer and much sharper, her hands turned more claw like and her wings were larger. She began to hiss and scream as fire balls formed in her hands.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:45 pm
Azrael sighed.
"Sheep! I need some help here! She's not listening to reason..."
Lycoris ran into the room, and took out a large scythe with a canine-heead at the back of its blade.
She began to slash at the shadow walls, but they kept reforming.
"No good, Azrael."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:52 pm
Hisses and screams were heard, she fought to calm herself but it wasn't any good, she could barley hear anything-if only her father was here...her father...tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the pain she had caused him. The pain caused the walls around the boy to get thicker and more sufficating, fires started in random areas around the room, the shadows engulfed nearly all the light.
"ATHAIR!" Sorcha screamed, tears flowwing freely.
{(Athair is Father in Gaelic)}
The walls began to thin as her energy faed, the tears stopped flowing and she fell to the floor, barley missing the fire infront of her as she passed out. turning slowly back to her human like form, her skin paler than normal, her breathing was slow and shallow.
{(GOTTA GO TO BED, NIGHT!! I'll be on tomorrow)}
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:56 pm
Lycoris was being suffocated, and wailed out ,
"Darnit Azrael, why're you trying to go and kill me? I thought we had a deal!"
Azrael's eyes darted around in panic. He grabbed Sorcha's arms and looked her in the eyes.
"Sorcha! Damnit, your father wouldn't like you doing this! He would like you to, uh..."
Lycoris wailed out "SAY SOMETHING ABOUT RAINBOWS AND CAREBEARS!"
Azrael shifted his attentions back to Sorcha.
"He would prefer it if you adapted to your environment, not destroy it until it suits your liking. You can't change everything, kiddo!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:56 pm
Everything will be okay in the end.
Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Draconis' grey eyes widened to comical proportions as he tried to fight his way out of the shadow-like walls, suffocating. The air was thinning and he couldn't breathe deep enough. He dropped his coffee cup, nearly choking for air. Damnit! Why couldn't he do anything right!? He always managed to piss off the wrong people, and the had to pay for it. His vision became slightly blurred and foggy as his brain was deprived of oxygen, making him fall to his knees. He was gonna... faint... couldn't... breathe... his vision started blackening around the edges.
If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 5:02 pm
Lycoris got up the last off her strength, and then took out a small paper bag. She breathed into it, cinched it tight, and then handed it to Draconis.
"Here! Breathe it in! Hurry!"
[[She won't give him CPR, since Azrael would kill him afterwards...
EDIT:: Not saying that I'd instakill anyone,, fyi. I'm just sayingg that she's trying to avoid conflict.]]
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 5:04 pm
{(I edited my post from before)}
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 5:07 pm
[[I'll take the edit after my last post, time-wise. It'd make morre sense.]]
Lycoris slashed through the remainder with her scythe.
"Huuuuuh...."
She hoisted Sorcha up, and portaled to her[Sorcha's] room. Lycoris laid her down on the bed, and then came back.
Lycoris giggled at Draconis.
"Do you want some more coffee?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 5:53 pm
Everything will be okay in the end.
He got confused as his consciousness came back more, and the air was clearer. When he looked down and saw a paper in his hand, he was even more confused. Nevertheless, he put the opening to his lips and breathed in, his consciousness coming back with full force. When he heard giggling, he looked up. Oh, yeah. He'd dropped his coffee... crap. It probably stained the floor, which he was still lying on. Sighing, he sat up on his knees and, once again, tied his hair back with more force than was necessary.
"I think I'll lay off the coffee..." he said groggily. Now he felt like crap. Need... bed...
If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 5:57 pm
She looked down at him.
"Did you check into your room yet? I can take oyu there easily, iff oyu wantt."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:23 pm
" Umm... What just happened?! " Daniel had been there for about half of what had transpired. " You know what... Nevermind... I'm getting some food and going back to bed. " He chuckled slightly and walked over to the counters, 'I haven't eaten in so long... Hope I can keep my strenght up.' He mumbled this to himself, then went back towards the others. Eating slightly as he walked. As he approached them he threw out his garbage, putting his plate back on the cleaning bar. Daniel was always a fast eater, being half vampire and all... " So... I geuss I might as well just actually ask this. Why was everyone fighting?! "
{{ I'm back! }}
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