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 Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 4:40 pm
 "Never give your reasons,
for your judgement will probably be right,"
__________________________________________ A room... Darkness. Pure darkness. Eating at the soul. The ground. It was there... She knew it was. Her feet lightly touched it until she was standing. But she could not see anything. She was in the same form as in her weapon state. For some reason, she knew that she had to run. And so she kept running. Through nothingness. She ran, but nothing ever came. Her pace quickened, and still nothing around her changed. Then, she was in a full sprint and there was still nothing around her. In the darkness, she could not see the ground end. Falling, falling. Yet, throughout all of this she was not panicked. Once again, she hit the ground with her feet landing lightly. Then, she continued to run. It was... More of a peaceful jog. Voices surrounded the air, but they didn't matter. Here she was, running through hell or wherever, blissfully unaware of anything in the outside world. All that mattered was herself and the darkness that threatened to take her soul, like the kishin that wasn't which she had faced earlier that day. Did she even have a soul? As a weapon? She didn't know, but once again the outside world didn't matter.
Something appeared, alongside her. It was a carrot. A giant, malignant, man-eating carrot. Val's careless jog ended, and she staggered backwards. She backed into a giant head of broccoli, which bared its ugly fangs at her. Gasping for breath, she was surrounded by angry, man-eating vegetables. Who cared about Kishins, she was about to get eaten by these things! Instinctively, Val changed into her weapon form, but her partner was not there to wield her. A voice, that English teacher. Only his head appeared, and he had no eyes and horns on his head. Laughing, in that way that only English people can that make them sound elegant and posh and full of themselves. Val was alone, and in a panic. There was no way she would live, absolutely no way that she could survive the angry vegetables and that teacher...
Val awoke with a start and threw a lamp into the wall as she jolted upright and screamed, "YE'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, DAMNED VEGETABLES!!!!" She saw that it was morning and she was in the hospital, and instantly calmed down. Her partner was nearby, and so she said cheerfully, "Hey Yuji, what time is it?" There seemed to be no one else around. Truthfully, Val didn't even remember being injured. The injuries were minor, and it was more from fatigue that she had passed out. Still, she blissfully awaited her partner's response. __________________________________________
but your reasons
almost certainly will be wrong."
~Lord Mansfield Word Count: 438
Level Word Count: 2242
Total Word Count: 14657
Madness Level: 0%
OOC: Really bad post, sorry.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 7:27 am
 ↯↯ Professor Fantôme ↯↯ Weapon ↯↯ School Nurse ↯↯I will treat the wounds of a bird,
I will mend the cuts of a boy,
I will bandage the scraps of the girl,... Why must I be late on the first day back?! I had everything organized, the nurses office complete, the paperwork all signed, my outfit even picked out! I thought that this would be the perfect day, but nothing does really work out for me does it. Heh, I am just that one teacher who never had a partner and it just so happens, I am unlucky, sometimes. Geez, maybe there were no injuries this evening! Possibly I will be lucky and it will just be a normal day at DWMA... The footsteps stopped suddenly as the figure began to ponder on the thought she just had, ending up in a sigh and a continued pace. Normal? DWMA? That will never be the case. But, if a student is hurt I will do my best to mend them... I just want the students to be happy. It was indeed a very crazy mind that this person had, but on the outside, was a totally different story. A tall, slender dark woman walked down one of the many Alley ways that took her to DWMA, an Academy for the gifted in Meistery and Weaponry. This students defended the world in DWMA's name, protecting human's from the deadly Afreets, demons with their own soul eaten away by insanity and power. It was a hefty job for young children, but these children had gifts and talents. Talents far to amazing that human's would be jealous all the time. However, instead, they respected them and looked up to them to protect the world. The boss man of this whole deal is the one and only Shimigami-san, the God of the world basically. He lives in Death city, along with our protagonist here, and keeps the balance in the world. Now, where our main character comes in. Their our teachers at this school, of course, to keep the students educated, in line, and out of trouble. The job of the teachers is a very important role for they are the role models for the students. The Death Scythe, Three-star Weapons or Meisters, Cafeteria Women/Men, and the Dispensary Nurse. Met Professor Fantôme, the nurse at DWMA. She couldn't love her job more. She had the duty to take care of the students and mend their wounds, make sure how they feel and, most importantly, check the insanity level within their body after a major battle. There have been case when a student's level of insanity has increased rapidly and they couldn't control it. If a case like that were to occur again, Professor Fantôme will be there to help the student.
At the moment, if you will notice, Miss Fantôme As achieved getting to the school and walking down the many hallways. She pasted on a smile that was like a ripple affect to the students. Her small, ankle boots tapped down the hallway, her keys giggling away in an unsync tune, and her white lab coat rose and fell as she changed the pacing of her walk and slowed down when she looked into windows of classrooms. When the Professor finally arrived at her Office, the she checked the door to see if it was lock, and to her amazement, it was open. Oh no, this is bad! That means a hurt student is in here! That means I am in trouble for being late.... The Professor went into the room and her eyes were on the ruffled bed sheets and the open cabinet, then at a young girl who laid on one of the beds. Professor Fantôme, or Corra was her first name, put down her black purse, her keys that were in her hand to unlock the open door, and her lunch in a brown bag and walked over to the bed. The tall African American woman saw that the girl was conscious and this made Professor Corra smile. " Please forgive me. I was running a little late. " Professor Corra smiled, but when in her thoughts she was thinking. A Little?! Try over an Hour Late! This is my fault for sleeping in.... She Walked over to her bed side and bowed gently over. " I am Professor Fantôme, if you do not know me. I am the nurse here. I hope you are okay. " Her voice was gentle, but strong and mature. It was a total opposite in her mind, but she knew her personality from her normal self and this was how she acted with everyone, except her best friends who knew her so very well. Professor Corra walked over to the sink in her room and took out a plastic cup and filled it with water, then brought it over to the girl. " What happened, dear? " Professor Corra was mostly concerned on how she got here. She would have not know anything about the Cafeteria incident if it weren't for the news this morning, which made her start running to get over to the school. She probably was one of the victims of the accident and she would be more hurt to here her scolding from another teacher for being late while many children were hurt and being tended to a step in nurse. Maybe this time it will be the strict Mr.Khadri, who has been told to be the main scolder among the teachers. Why do I have a feeling he was the one who watched everyone after the incident? Professor Corra had chills running down her spine just thinking about how she would be scolded. She would have to report in to Shimigami-san to tell him she was here, but there was no way in avert the passing of Mr. Khadri. He could be a kind man, but she probably wouldn't be let off so easily. The Professor made a silent sigh to herself about the thought of getting fired, among the many wild possibilities that came up into this unlucky Nurse's mind. I will hurt when the bird hurts again,
I will cring when the boy cringes in pain,
and I will cry when the girl crys out for a friend.  {Partner: N/A}~
~{OCC: First post!! WAAAAHOOOO!!!!} 
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 3:39 pm
 ɣuji ✩ ʑanzaki Ϩtar ✩ 2.0 ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
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Her brown hair had seemed to bounce up with her head as he came to awake. She was finally conscious again, Yuji had just become filled with happiness. As he embraced her slightly, he didn't know why he was so emotional but he just was. As he held her he heard her say something things. As she bounced up yelling about attacking veggies. It was a little strange but he was just glad she was up by now. Letting go of her she asked what time it was, to his surprise it had already been a day.... Hm what was so important that he was forgetting. Looking around he saw a teacher come in she was tall and of a dark skin tone. Teacher, the word came back when he suddenly remembered classes started today! Looking back at Val he looked a little worried hoping that the muscular man wasn't their teacher for today.
Listening to the teacher speak but it seemed as if he wasn't even acknowledged. Looking back at Val he decided to answer her question. "Uh, you've been out for a day.... And we have class today so we should get going." He said as he got up of the chair next to her bed and bowed to the tanned sensi, walking to the door. He waited there for a few seconds and walked out the door, waiting outside so val could finish her conversation with the Sensei. And they could make there way to class one.
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"To surpass a godly level was a goal accomplished by only one."
"I can only hope to one day be compared to his greatness"
✩2.0
Partner:Valentine Kyrie
Free SP:6
Total SP: 71
WTP: 250
WCN:2016
TWC:11855
Gained SP:1
KEF (#):
TR:
CML: 0%
OOC: Sorry for the bad post Basson. :L
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:44 pm
"Never give your reasons,
for your judgement will probably be right,"
__________________________________________ Silently, Val rubbed her neck and looked about the room. For a moment, she thought about the fact that there wasn't a nurse around, and then a nurse walked in with almost perfect timing. One thing about this school is that it seemed as though everyone had perfect timing and was so elegant. At least the teachers. Some of her peers seemed arrogant and stupid, not to be judgmental or anything, from the few interactions she had had with them. This woman was no exception, elegant and refined just as the English man from earlier. Shorter, which was a plus because if every teacher at the school was ridiculously tall, over 6'0", then it would be a nightmare for the students who were normal height. Thinking about height, Yuji wasn't that tall. Maybe only a few inches taller than Val, and Val was by no means short herself. Everyone around her just needed to take a chill pill and be normal sized. That was her mind joking. Sometimes, a joke only the joker can hear is better than one spoken to others, as if you make up the joke the chances are you are not going to think it's offensive in any way.
The lady apologized for being late, and Val said out of a force of habit response, "You are forgiven." when she asked to be forgiven for being late. She didn't mean to sound snobby or anything, but it was a habit. Sometimes being too kind and saying something like "Oh, there's no reason to apologize" was just annoying. The woman continued to introduce herself as Professor Fantôme, and say that she was the school nurse. When the nurse asked about her condition, Val thought for a moment. She wasn't very injured, mostly just tired. Very tired. Valentine realized that she hadn't slept since she was back in Scotland, over two days ago, and that plus jet lag equals exhaustion. Smiling simply at the school nurse, Val replied, "I'm fine, ma'am. Just tired is all, and I suppose I passed out from exhaustion. But I'm fine now that I've gotten some rest." All of this may have sounded sketchy, but it was the truth. Val was completely fine. Had it not been for her exhaustion, she was sure that she and Yuji would have spent time at their home, or whatever.
Speaking of Yuji... He told Val that she had been out for a day. Val simply nodded along before turning back to the nurse. "Really, I'm fine, ma'am." she clarified one last time before standing up. Standing up was surprisingly easy, considering the fact that she had been out for a day. Seeing that Yuji was waiting outside, Val knew that she ought to hurry so that they wouldn't be late. Before hurrying towards the door, Val bowed to the school nurse one last time. She had learned to be respectful to teachers, but right now she was in a bit of a hurry. "Thank you, ma'am." Then, she turned around and walked through the door. Quickly, she nodded briefly to Yuji and said, "All right, let's make our way to class so that we won't be late or anything." Hoping that Yuji would follow, she began to run towards the class. Surely class was about to start, and they had to make haste.
[Exit] __________________________________________
but your reasons
almost certainly will be wrong."
~Lord Mansfield Word Count: 557
Level Word Count: 2799
Total Word Count: 15214
Madness Level: 0%
OOC: Garçon, you can just post at the classroom and I'll post after you.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 4:43 pm
↯↯ Professor Fantôme ↯↯ Weapon ↯↯ School Nurse ↯↯I will treat the wounds of a bird,
I will mend the cuts of a boy,
I will bandage the scraps of the girl,... A young boy sat by the small girl, watching over her protectively. The Professor didn't notice him until he said something. It almost shocked her because he was so quiet and unmoving. Making a mental sigh, the Nurse investigated the little girl's body and saw that she looked fine. The girl insisted that she was fine, after her comment about forgiving her tardiness. But, Professor Fantôme wasn't the only one late. The two students were late to class as well, so it slightly helped Corra out because now, she could have others in the same boat as her. It was shortly lived. The boy told the girl he was going to wait outside for her and the girl must have noticed the worried look on Professor Corra's face as she began to get up and start heading out as well. That meant Corra would be alone, which meant she had no paitents, which also meant she would have to report in now, equaling up to her having the idea of getting fired. Conscious tears dribbled down her imaginary face in her head as the serene smile waved the two students off. " Please come back if any more problems occur. " She called out with a soft voice, her alter-ego thought differently, begging for the boy to trip so he could come back for a band-aid or something. She didn't want to go make the report. It would be harsh and she would be fired and... and... I'm Dead! I am totally and utterly dead! Sulking in her chair, Professor Corra rested for a moment, but then turned to her bags she had not yet unpacked and that brought up an idea. Busy work! The Professor turned to the bag on her rollie chair and used both of her hands to grab opposite sides of the bag, and lift it up onto her desk. Task one; Go! She began to take out her things that were stuffed into her green "Go Green, Save the Planet" bag and pulled out her lunch, getting up and placing it in the little white fridge only good for storing food. Walking back over, she began to fill her desk with supplies she brought from her house stuffed into her bag. As she rummaged through her bag for the last few things, she head a voice coming down the hallway and she shot her head towards the door. The suspense was killing her for several minutes, wishing to Death that it wasn't Mr. Khadri, but after a while, it was just a two young men heading to their destination. A sigh washed over her as she finished up her unpacking and placed her bag in an empty drawer. After so, she walked over to the ruffled up bed the young girl used and took the sheets off, placing them in a hamper by the sink and took out new ones from a close cabinet. Busy work, busy work. Stall as much as you can, Corra! She began to put the sheets on the bed and straighten everything out.
Everything was clean after about ten more minutes of changing sheets, cleaning counters, and quickly sweeping the floor. No more busy work, the music had to be faced one day. Professor Corra turned to her newly cleaned room, sighing softly as she took her keys and placed them in her lab coat pocket. She proceeded to walk out of the Nurse's office and close the wooden door. She wouldn't lock it for someone else might come in and need to rest and such, or come in from a battle, or anythings. Glancing up and down the deserted hallway, she turned and began to walk the hallway possible for the last time. She would have to see Death now and tell him that she was here, or tell Mr. Khadri that she had arrived late. She was afraid to see either one of them, but her calm side simmered her down and began to look for Mr. Khadri first, for he possibly might be on a break before next class.
[Exits] I will hurt when the bird hurts again,
I will cring when the boy cringes in pain,
and I will cry when the girl crys out for a friend. {Partner: N/A}~
~{OCC: >~< Where is Mr. Khadri, Bassoon?}
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 6:31 pm
Jimmy Lockehart Weapon||newbie||miester☸no one has tooken hold the fire Concealment, Lonliness, the choking dark
that was all I knew
then came salvation, freedom 
{OoC:}
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" I think it's here?" Jimmy said dropping silently into the room from the cieling. He looked around, and saw that the coast was clear. The only people here was him and the other people still recovering from the cafiteria fiasco yesterday. He searched her office picking at various drawers, and pantries. He hadn't seen so much medical equipment before. He didn't need to know the nurse very well to see that she loved her job, as her room was very clean and dressed up. After a little bit of searching he found the wrapping bandages. He to the bandages and slowly wrapped his head. This process was beginning to get very tedious, as he neared the fourth and final wrap. He was finish up finishing touches as he had knew that all Maraan did was crack up his skull. He finished up and threw away all the bloody paper towels from cleaning the blood. The wrap was perfect and professional. He was somewhat glad that he learned how to do this from the slave camp. He had to learn this skill otherwise when he was little he would've died. " Guess those days at that old woman's housing section was good for something. After all who would've thought that I would need these medical skills. He took the cieling board that fell down and placed it back into place as he returned to the cieling. Now returning into the shadows of the school.
{{EXIT}}
______________________________________________________  My story holds darkness, and pain,
all that keeps me warm is my flame
I plan to kill, for that's my game Stats Speed/Agility: 6 Strength/Endurance: 6 Reaction: 5 Stamina: 4 Soul Ease: 4 Wc: 242
Twc:5725
SP:57
madness: 0% at least what you see anyway
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 10:02 am
↯↯ Professor Fantôme ↯↯ Weapon ↯↯ School Nurse ↯↯I will treat the wounds of a bird,
I will mend the cuts of a boy,
I will bandage the scraps of the girl,... What had been on Corra's mind through the whole journey to her office was Khadri. She couldn't even think about calling him by his first name until he allowed her to. It always seemed like he had a come back whenever she said one thing and then she was shot down. In the small conversation they had, he was harsh and found every chance to pull her down to a level lower than him. That was something Corra did not enjoy. She truly did not know his first name and wanted to know more about him, however his personality did not seize to excavate deep into a person without even trying. Corra had to learn silently. She knew how to do such very well and now was the time to do so. No greetings, no confronting, no speaking. She would find what he was like from the inside out, like he did with her for such a little time. The Professor had collected little information from the confrontation, but that was enough to base off of what she had to do. Just be who you were in school, but only with him. Corra eased on through the hallways during this ponder with her hands rested in her lab coat pockets. Her eyes hidden behind silver locks, she was suddenly confronted by a young boy who had a huge gash in his arm. Corra lifted her head and was a little surprised by gash and then smiled, gently pushing on the small of his back towards her office, asking the boy questions on how it happened.
The arrival was not pleasant for the young Professor. The boy from before sure knew how to make a mess. Corra was sure to get the boy now. Medical tape and wrap were sprawled on the counter and one basket full of medical items out. Tried blood spots dotted the counter and the floor and she was sure that the boy from before was here. She asked the young man with the gash to sit on the chair by her desk as she cleaned up the mess. The boy kindly agreed and went to sit down, with Corra's eye twitching in anger at the mess. When I get my hands on that boy...! Her anger simmered slightly while she cleaned up, cleaning up the blood with bleach and putting away the medical tape and unused bandages. Once everything was clean, she took the same basket over to the young man with the gash and placed it on her desk, taking some alcohol swabs and gently running them over the boy's arm. The boy finished in the burning sensation, but was busied by question from Corra. The boy had fought an Afreet with his partner, but was injured in the process. The Afreet was destroyed and retrieved and the mission was a success, however the injury took the accomplishments all away. He told of his partner being worried sick and how much she wanted to beat him up for getting hurt. This made Corra laugh softly as she put a cooling ointment around the wound to let the burning sensation of the cut die down as well. The cut was from an Afreet that had fire swords, therefor a gash with burnt flesh. Professor Fantôme told the boy the wound wouldn't need stitches, but it definitely needed to heal for a while under a wrap. As she told him everything he should do to keep it clean and take care of it, she wrapped bandages around the wound and secured it with medical tape. The boy felt a little better now that the worst was over, and headed back to class, shouting before he left. " Thank you Professor Fantôme! " Corra slowly sank into her seat and looked up at the ceiling and stuffed her hand into her pockets, closing her eyes. " Glad to help. " She whispered back. The next thing to do; Get that boy. She arose from her seat and glanced around. No more patients. She had time to get the boy. She didn't know his name nor what room his was in, so to get some help, she would go to the boss man himself: Death-sama. She still needed to check in anyway, which made her composer fall. Advancing for the door, she slipped out of her room, closed the door, and walked to Death-sama's room, counting her last steps, again.
[Exits] I will hurt when the bird hurts again,
I will cringe when the boy cringes in pain,
and I will cry when the girl cries out for a friend. {Partner: N/A}~
~{OCC:}
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