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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 1:13 pm
He sat on the floor outside the class room door, hearing the others homework assignment as he fought to focus on the teachers instructions. Gently the nimble fingers tapped his right eyebrow, his headache throbbing lightly before he gently closed his eyes and cursing queitly under his breath. Oh how Orion wished they would be quiet for a few minutes, or hours... Especially the viper.. He seemed to be the one who enjoyed to torment him the most, or make him more subconscious of others. His jaw slightly tightening as he frowned in aggravation, releasing a rough sigh he gently rubbed his temples Such a nuisance...
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:35 pm
 Dimenticato
"Never forget, always forgotten."
Dimenticato walked onto the grounds that were still new to him, having walked to and from a city in the past few minutes. Having his slight ability over time was such a useful thing. He also carried a few bags of clothes, though he really didn't need them. His accent was that of a spoken man of the American English, though he had never been there and never will. His Italian, Greek, Spanish, and French had flawless accents, though he never had been there either. His History was one for the reckoning, being in serious problems throughout history for his inventions or findings with conflicts to religion. He bothered himself not in that fact though. He looked up at the tower, almost tripping on an uneven tile, the coffee from the cup lazily falling over the top, burning his hand as he dropped it, his glove turning to water to quickly cool the burn. "s**t," he yelled, looking at the cup with a frown.
Though in real time it had taken only a few minutes to walk across Europe to get a coffee, in his world, it had taken a few days, it seemed. He hadn't minded, though, because he wasn't bothered by much anymore. With the same frown still plastered upon his lips, he picked up the cup and threw it in the trashcan, the water around his hand solidifying back into a glove. He looked across the way at the person who was wearing a hood. With a smile, he walked up to him, using his fun ability to slow the man down so it was easier to get to him without him running away. He looked like a serious man, so he put a serious look on his face; strikingly obvious as a friendly mock, though his voice sounded stern enough to be true. "Why hello there, good sir," He said, the stern look disappearing before the other probably had noticed. He was trying to be friendly, to see if the other would be any consolation for any of the other brutes around here.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:29 am
The confessor gave a slight grin and looked at the young man. He removed his hood, showing off his countenance. He could tell this one had useful powers, seeing as he had flickered in and out of existence on his approach.
"You use Time Dilation, correct? Very good." he had a book bound in pale yellowed leather that he produced from the folds of his jacket.
"I am a Confessor young man. You do not look as guilty as those I am used to dealing with. Tell me, would you lead me to the head of your institute?" Phielus was polite in his speech, the accent a mixture of eastern european and something else, perhaps French or Italian.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:11 am
 яιαɧ мιcɧαεℓs Riah watched as the Headmistress drew the Signum of Nex circle, Then asked Nene to stand on it. Obviously, Nene didn't stand on it. She listened to the rest of the lecture, hoping that there would be no interuptions. At the end of the class, she gently stood up, and walked out. Her long black hair trailing behind her. As she walked out, she noticed Orion sitting outside his classroom. Sighing, she walked over to him. "Do you need a hand getting up?" she asked. Quickly, she bent over slightly, offering her hand to pull him up.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:01 pm
 Kezia silverston barriers and brutality Oh my oh MY! I need entertainment... Walking around the mostly empty corridors was Kez, not really doing anything, not not doing anything. she did this most days, instead of classes which she would just study in she looked for other things to grab her attention, but alas today was pretty dry so far. Flicking her obviously dyed pink hair out of her eyes she slowed to a stop. " Oh man, I need something to do... Maybe I should actually attend class..." She muttered looking out of the windows at some weirdo in a cloak. You got some weirdos in the magical world so that wasn't too weird, But sometimes Kez wondered why they seemed to prefer looking like a kids book wizard, least he didn't have a pointy hat with stars on it. " Weeeelll then, moving on. What class is on just now I wonder." She rather sarcastically said to herself as her boots started to clunk along the corridor towards a class that appeared to have just finished.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:02 pm
((Just a note: somehow, I have two characters named Athena--one the goddess, who currently is placed here at the Tower, and one is just a girl at MFHS. For my own aid, I will be referring to Athena the goddess by her alias name, Shekaina, from here on out. PS: REMEMBER, no one is aware of what 'Shekaina's' true identity is.))
Shekaina de Boer walked from the library after seeing a man in set of dark robes enter the grounds. As librarian, she often had enough free time to go around greeting people, and as a goddess, she made it her business to know everyone and their intentions as well as she could. She was already looking for the Relic here, and needed to be sure that she was the only one searching for it.
Walking up to the man, who she noticed was talking to Dimenticato, she smiled. "Hello!" she greeted, her voice revealing a rather strong South African accent. "I am Shekaina de Boer. Welcome to the Tower. You are new, ja*?"
((*translation of 'ja?'-->'Yes?'))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:39 pm
Wira Bima – Body Alchemist
Arrival at the tower
On the opposite side of the tower, Wima trudged up the slight hill into the courtyard. His clothes, though dirty, were in suprisingly good condition for someone who had just spent thee months hiking through dense forest to try and find the place. "So this is the place...Not bad." His heavy spanish voice sounded quietly to himself. At first glance there was no one around, but that wasn't to say that there wasn't someone there. The next thing on his list of things to do was somehow get enrolled in the school. After that came a shower. Gods, did he need a shower. Stepping cautiously through the large doors that he took to be one of the main entrances, he looked up and down the corridor. Again, seeing no one, Wima decided not to risk getting lost and set his pack down and sat down next to it to wait for someone to pass that could help him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:48 pm
Dimenticato
"Never forget, always forgotten."
Dimenticato just smiled lightly as the other talked, though he really didn't understand what the other was talking about. He understood the basis of his power, something that most people thought was teleportation or something along those lines. So he wasn't an embodiment of stupidity, to be polite, like everyone else was. But when he started talking about who he was, a frown replaced the slight smile that had surfaced on his face. A Confessor? So he was involved in religious related blasphemies. Something that instantly made him an enemy in his eyes. He didn't forget his random travel through time of around 600-years or so, the discovery of his powers. But the man in front of him was someone that was along the lines of damning him to another life of hell; the fear of death. Though, now he knew, he was very hard to even hurt. He let a low sigh escape his lips, seeming to be slightly infused with a low growl.
"You're going to get me in trouble for missing class. No matter; you seem nice enough. But you don't know the stains on my past." He said with a light smile, turning around, beginning to walk forward slowly. "So what brings a Confessor such as yourself to our school? Or is that too sensitive of a question." He asked, his dislike for the others presence only hinted in his voice. Back in his day, he was the living embodiment of fear; the church back then did not like his inventions, his discoveries, and forced him underground. Rather, his discoveries were re-discovered by others, now apparent fathers of science of this world. He hated himself for not going back in time to retrieve his manuscripts. But he didn't feel like doing that. He liked it too much in this time. Their coffee tasted better.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 1:03 pm
Confronted with two people, Phielus simply placed a slim gloved finger on the lips of the librarian, as a simple way of keeping her till he had answered the young mans questions. He then turned to Dimenticato and began once again to speak.
"I'm here simply because I wander. I am not affiliated with any church, I fill a different role. Where I come from, many find it useful to simply get things off their chest, so men such as myself travel around, providing a means of confidential digression." He nodded and then turned to the librarian.
"Forgive my rudeness miss, I am simply only capable of following one conversation at once. I am Confessor Phielus, traveller. I'm also a lecturer in certain magical disciplines and on some... myths shall we say." He looked at her, light glinting off his glasses in the sun.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 2:47 pm
Dimenticato
"Never forget, always forgotten."
Dimenticato simply frowned as the Librarian walked up, stopping so that she wouldn't have to follow them. In all honesty, he was just walking toward where he thought she was; he honestly had no clue. But the librarian wasn't as idiotic as the rest of the populous, so he held no internal grudge against her. He then decided to listen to the man, his gloved hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks. Not affiliated with the church? Then he was a friend. He smiled lightly, looking up as the conversation ended between the two of them as he directed the next section to the librarian. He watched a couple of birds fly around, making loops and such as he just stared, be could tell that they were happy. The smile on his face disappeared as he sighed lightly, looking down. His blond hair covered his eyes again, though they really were invisible to everyone. Some people didn't like the freakish color they were.
He nodded to the librarian, smiling warmly as he continued to walk. He had no kind words for her at the moment, seeing as she interrupted their conversation quite brutally. He walked slowly forward, actually accelerating time shortly so that it seemed like he was moving slower. This was also something he hated because everything moved in hyper-speed. He would rather slow everything down, gather as much information as possible before letting things go back to normal. He looked behind him again, seeing if the librarian was still there. He actually didn't look, for he looked past her at the trees. Their energies were not like the birds, who now had disappeared. They were in warning. But of what? There were a few possibilities; in warning of him, in warning of the librarian, or more possibly, The Confessor. He frowned lightly, wondering what his powers were. Something hinted toward, based on his appearance, something dark. But then what was he? A master of water? His suit was a deep navy, so he was no one to judge on clothing appearances.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 6:07 pm
.:.Orion| |Mikazuki.:. Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to liveThe sudden voice startled him, opening his eyes as she brought him back into reality. "N-no." Orion stuttered, refusing her hand as he immediately rose to his feet, the keys on his clothes responding to his light shaking. Placing one hand on the wall to balance himself, the thin fingers spaced evenly apart as two fingers touched the tip of his eyebrow. "...I'm fine." The tone he used now was more calm, but lacked any other human emotion. He hadn't heard the class end nor notice students leaving until she had spoken to him, cursing quietly under his breath he placed his free hand into his pocket.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:42 pm
Shekaina shook her head, indicating she didn't mind. "No, I should be apologizing for interrupting," she said, calmly. She held out her hand. "So what brought you to the Tower?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 5:20 am
Considering his words carefully, the Confessor could note she seemed a little anxious to get to something. Could she be another looking for the relic. But for now he relaxed and remembered a few other things that this woman especially could be of use for. "Well, there is a number of things, aside from chance. I came from another reality that was folded into this one and due to having certain powers, I was able to retain my own self. A number of other things entered this world too, amongst them copies of a certain book I am trying to collect all copies of. You may be able to help me with this." He briefly showed her the copy of the King In Yellow that he owned, not the mere gothic horror story of our own world, but the terrifying, mind destroying play that it was in the other earth. He had sealed the second act away with powerful blood magic that prevented anyone from opening it without his say so. The pale yellow leather of the cover had an unnatural look to it, though in a place of magic like this no one would be surprised.
"Now, due to my position and skills, I would be grateful if you were to take me to the head of your institute." Phielus removed his pince nez for now, letting her see his deep blue eyes, like two brilliant sapphires.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 10:49 am
яιαɧ мιcɧαεℓs Riah gently raised her eyebrows as he declined her offer. She could hear his jingling as he shook. She laughed quietly. She didn't know that she would have that effect on him. "If you say so."she replied. Riah could tell that he definetely wasn't fine, as he looked annoyed. She took of her fiddled with her long, painted nails, as she tried to decide what to do. She flicked some hair out of her eyes, and looked back at Orion.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 1:54 pm
Dimenticato
"Never forget, always forgotten."
Dimenticato let time pass normally as he starred at the book, hoping for a response. What did the book contain? And he wondered if he would be allowed a copy. The man being from another dimension...maybe a demon? He was sexy, nonetheless. Dimenticato sighed, waving behind him. "She'll help you from here." He said, walking off at a normal speed. He then seemed to disappear, seemingly out of thin air. While to some this looked like teleportation, he actually was just hindering time; completely. Unlike everyone else, student wise, he had complete control over his powers, and then some. He cleared his voice, though the sound was probably lost forever in the frozen land he was in. He walked past living statues, their skin warm to the touch, their body heat nothing as he walked past them. Nothing happened in his timeless world. Nothing but silence.
He walked into a classroom, one he was rather familiar with. He saw the woman he was not expecting to see; the Head Mistress. He strode up to her desk, not letting the others looks upon him change anything. He wasn't normal by any means, but he fit in among the powered here. But his thirst for the dark magic that was forbidden was a little overbearing for the teacher's likes. "Head Mistress, i am here to inform you that a visitor will be following me shortly. He calls himself 'The Confessor', and he has come to talk to you," he informed, smiling slightly. He always liked talking to other people about people. Another point of feminism in his character, he guessed. He sighed lightly, the trip with time being tricky for even him to get used to. He would have to steal someone to make coffee for him next time. He was beat from the walk to and from France, even though he felt no repercussions. Maybe he didn't feel anything at all; his human side telling him what was normal? Probably.
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