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FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳalphas slowly walked through the doors of the training room that he had been in, while he dragged a burlap bag across the wooden floor. His long lanky arms hung in-front of his body, while his injured left shoulder from the lance pierced his pale white skin had clotted. The scent of dried blood would cling to his soaked bandages that he had removed from around his fists to halt the bleeding. His current path that he was following would stop him in front of Alistair as he tosses the burlap sack on ground at his feet. He watched with his blood red eyes as the muddy cracked skulls of the five skeletons rolled out onto the ground, while he crossed his arms waiting for an answer about the pointless test that was given to him. He seemingly ignored the argument that Alistair was involved with at the time as well.
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Exava was used to odd looks, but something was off about the king and Azazel. Besides, they hadn't paid her much thought while she was lost in thought before. Such mean comments, it was almost as though they could hear what she was thinking...and then Azazel said that magic word. Telepathy. Exava's face lit up with jubilation and her mouth opened, emitting a loud squeal of joy. "I CAN SPEAK WITH MY BRAIN!" she cried, completely ignoring the aspect of not blurting her thoughts. Exava had a very active mind. It was always working overtime, thinking of various things of various degrees of importance. Right now, the only thing she was interested in was learning necromancy from the greatest necromancer in the world! "Um, how are we supposed to practice necromancy without any bodies? I dont think the king would like us messing with the catacombs again...OH! Are we going to go make new corpses? Do the fresh ones work better? I always imagined so...they're still intact, y'know?"
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Seeing that Mamoru had finally returned, Alistair merely glared at the boy. It had taken him so long just to finish a menial task. What kind of welcoming did the boy think he would receive? A party? Hopefully not. "I assume you decided to take a detour? Perhaps you were mortally wounded and you needed medical assistance? What else could excuse the amount of time you took to destroy five skeleton warriors?" Whatever. At least he finished the task, and seeing how Alistair didn't give him a time limit, he couldn't fail the boy. "Congrats. You've made Novice Rank. Get back to training."
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru rolls his eyes at the man's comment about possible taking a detour or needing medical assistance or any other possible excuse that would cause him to take five skeleton warrior. He shakes his head at the questions before he raises one finger salute in Alistair's direction as he wanders away in a different direction of the room.
He breathes lightly as he closes his eyes as the wind slowly begins to spiral around his lanky form. As he continued to concentrate on the winds around as he began to rise up off the ground slowly. He smirked triumphantly as he finished rising up off the ground before he fell back down to the ground lightly as he used the spiraling winds to slowly lower himself back down. [1/1]
Once he was back on the ground, he began to slowly gather a large breath in his lungs. He would exhale each breath as he gathered more air into his chest. Once he was satisfied with the amount of air in his lungs, he would bring a cupped hand to his masked lips, while he raised his mask up quietly. He exhales a massive gust of wind at a nearby dummy causing it to slam into the wall behind it. He smirks at the new location that the dummy was located as he moved to practice the next technique. [1/1]
He tenses the muscles in his legs as he crouches slightly on the ground as he begins to spin the wind around his lanky form. As the winds begins to spin faster around his body, he would slowly begin to condense the air around his lower body. He closes his eyes as he waits for the feeling of the wind at power would reach the right amount as it condensed around his legs and feet. He would open his eyes as he launches into the air at twice the height that he normally could before he darted back down to the floor. [1/1]
He stands up softly as he dusts off his pants legs as he debates on the next technique to learn before he decides to try improving the air punch. He slowly begins to gather air in his open palm as he prepares to launch the compressed air at his target, which was a wooden dummy. As the small ball of air increased in sizes, he would begin to spin air underneath the ball next to his palm. He smirks devilishly under his mask as he launches the ball at the wooden dummy causing the ball to crash into the target before it splintered apart. [1/1]
He begins to coil the muscle in his legs as he decides to practice his speed as he tries to increase it further. He closes his red eyes for a breathe moment as he takes in a few small breathes before he launches himself forward in a blur of white and black that contains strips of red and purple. As he continues running at the dummy in a split second he disappears as his eyes begin to focus on the target with the rest of the world blurring around him. One meter before the dummy, he reappears with his fist slamming into the non-moving dummy's chest straw. [1/1]
He walks away from the dummy slowly as he slowly gains his breathe back from the rush of disappearing at the dummy. He turns back to facing the dummy as he launches himself once more before he seemingly disappears from his previous location. Anyone that were to look up would notice that he would be falling down at the dummy. He would land against the dummy with his foot smashing into it as he vaults backward onto the ground with a soft thud. [1/1]
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Yes, she could speak with her brain. Woosh. Must've been a big surprise for her, since she wasn't really like Alistair or Azazel. But she'd grow on it, probably even come to like it. "If memory serves me correctly," he grinned, "I've always been quite the genius at procuring bodies, alive and dead." That trait was something passed on to all vampires -- the ability to 'hunt' for the perfect mark. "Necromancy isn't all about the dead, though. It's about sickness -- death. Darkness." He took a deep breath, and unleashed a 'death bomb' from the palm of his hand. "We can still fight even with no minions to help us. We're not that useless." He blasted the death bomb at the ground, the bomb being absorbed into the floor and creating a small, shallow crater.
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 3:57 pm
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Zethus had been sitting with his back to a shelf for a while. So long, in fact, that he'd fallen asleep there, slumped over. He woke up with a start, trying to remember what had startled him out of his sleep. It seemed like a memory... one he'd lost, or tried to forget. He didn't know which. His breathing was heavy. Whatever had woken him must not have been good. He reopened the novice-level instructional book he'd been reading before he dozed off and kept reading the section on Terror Ammo.
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The idea behind terror ammo was pretty cool in Zethus' opinion. Using demonic power to create projectiles for weapons? Count him in! He paid meticulous attention to every word, ingraining the knowledge into his brain by force of willpower.
He kept reading.
[Learning Terror Ammo: post 2/3]
Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 12:16 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣ "I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY, WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE, LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT, AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW."
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Now that there were no trainees around that he had to train, Alistair took one last glance around the area before he made his way back to the storage room in the corner of the CAZ and quickly grabbed his things. Now that he had free time, he was going to tie up a few loose ends. By loose ends, he meant that human that he spent his time training. Only recently had he found out that guards had spotted the very same girl leaving the city. Not only had she wasted his time, but she betrayed her nation. If she honestly thought she could get away with it while Alistair was king, then she had something coming. He'd track her down personally. He knew her scent. Her energy signature. It was only a matter of tracking it down. Before he left, he paused for a bit, looking at the two novices in the room. "When I come back, be ready. Both of you will be tested for Adept Rank." With that, he left.
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The vampire silently followed after Alistair, Elizabeth following from behind. He didn't ask for him to come, but Azazel had nothing better to do, and it was his duty to remain with the King. Especially since he was his grandson! "Exava, follow along. We're going on an... adventure." --exit--
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Just as he was finishing up the section on terror ammo, Zethus heard Alistair say something about a test when he came back. Well then, I should hurry and get this stuff done, he thought.
He moved on to the part on dagger claws.
[Learned Terror Ammo.] [Learning Dagger Claws: post 1/3]
Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:21 am
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Guess that carapace is more than just defensive, Zethus mused as he read. So I can tear someone to shreds with my hand? Brutal, but interesting. Not wanting to be unprepared for Alistair's test, whatever it turned out to be, he kept reading.
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When he arrived at the building once more, he looked around to see if his students were still here. It seemed as if they hadn't done much since he left. Too bad for them, their lives were going at stake on their adept test, because the two would have to rely on each other during their mission. After setting his things down, Alistair motioned them to come forth. "In order for you two to proceed to the next rank, both of you will venture to Moonlight peak and climb it. Only after both of you make it, will you fight. The winner becomes the next captain of the guard and moves up a rank, the loser simply moves up a rank."
Time was an immeasurable ticking. One of the only few things constant in any world, the present became the past in mere seconds and hours would become days. The mountain wind pushed her from the peak and down into the city. The feral woman, wrapped in gauze and ripped stained linen, hauntingly walked with a stutter-like grace.Eventually she had procured some garb; underclothing, pants, a zip-up hoodie, boots. All of it black.
It felt like she had been here before, walking up these very steps, into the almost empty place. At first she stood there in the doorway, unsure of it all. Perhaps it was too much to take in? It could have been different... This establishment was full of secrets and ghosts buried within her, locked in a cerebral coding. Her lips pressed as hazel eyes narrowed, she could smell the scent of a beach, of that of white sands and foaming waters. It disgusted her to the point that bile rose in the back of her throat, only for it to be held back. She'd move past the black-haired man, wisps of her ginger coloured mane flowing out from the confines of a hood, her honey-mint hues never gracing him, but instead, looked at an assortment of books.
Fingers lingered on one and then another, plucking up the first, Feral. Then the other, Berserker.
She sat down at a table, one leg drawn up and pressing against the edge while the other stayed rooted to the floor while she sat. Her back pressed into the wooden bars, hands gripping the hardcover of her bloodline's book. It was probably best that she figure out this new body, even if it was something...disturbing. Her nose scrunched as she flipped through the stale pages, they smelled old and musty. Eyes focused on the words, you are dead.
"That is quite obvious, what an astute observation." She could laugh if it wasn't so goddamn ironic and very real.
Pages flipped until finding that of muscle augmentation. It was clear that this body, this husk, would be of her own experimenting. That it could do things that the ordinary human being would find to be nightmarish. The first was that of strength. Focusing energy, it was possible change her muscle mass to break bones in a single punch or kick. This at her current level was instant. The woman smiled, continuing on. Leaping, that seemed easy enough. Focusing a current into her legs to jump, it looked to be of more use if the feral was running since distance was greater in that case. Even then, was Speed. The two could most likely be a combo, A thrust and then a leap, they worked perfectly together. Though it would only be temporary.
Sticky bile...the taste in her mouth turned sour. It was abominable. Her own fluids used to slow down a user and then could turn into acid later on! She sat the book down, looking again at her stained hands. Blood no longer coursed these veins... While no one was watching, she put her hands over her nose and mouth. Nostrils flared as the lingering scent of a morgue lethargically ebbed from the flesh. It was this sterile, chemical smell. A mental note of perfume was made. Ugh. Definitely enough of that for now.
The other book was plucked up, the spine whining as it was opened. Ki Barrage was the only thing that she could really learn at this moment. It was a systematic flurry of punches or kicks deriving from a flex of energy. It only made five of one or the other but the positive side was it could be ranged. That would come in handy...well not like the whole closeness thing appealed to her currently anyway. She just wanted to break a face, or something of the like. All of this could be too much, a shocking experience to not know who you are or were, or even your own name. Who in the hell am I? She thought as the book was pushed away and fingers racked the fiery silk tresses, removing the hood that shielded it. Dark brows furrowed in aggravation and she'd look to the man again with indifference lingering in those shiny orbs.
[Learned: Strength D, Leap, Speed, Sticky Bile, Ki Barrage]
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