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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 8:20 pm
Since he had returned to school, Jove had almost exclusively focused on his training. He had pestered his friends, harassed his enemies, and even lurked around the gym in the hopes of catching someone just looking for a fight. He couldn't stay at the level he had achieved, after the incident in the haunted house the wisp knew he needed to get stronger before he faced the cloaked humans again. For that one to so easy take them all and cage them...
When he was not out looking for fights, Jove would wander out into the woods. Perhaps the calm tranquility was a balance for the fast-paced battling. A mental rest that did his little soul more good than any nap would. And today was no exception, after getting himself into yet another fight he had come to a quiet part of the forest. There was a little pond here, and although there were no mushrooms nearby it was a beautiful place. The trees overhead didn't quite part at the center of the pond, letting light trickle in at a slower pace. Pale, delicate flowers rested on the surface, and these had always fascinated the little pup.
He found a little section of the bank that overlooked the water, and made that his place, folding his legs under him where they were completely hidden by his copious amounts of fluff. It would be easy to mistake him for a wild foxfire, if not for the calm way he watched the flowers on the water.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:33 pm
Like Jove, Amarus had been looking for fights often lately. Unlike Jove, she hadn't been motivated by such a horrible event to do so; Amarus didn't really need extrinsic motivation for that, as she had all the lust for battle one could ever need. Probably a surplus, even. Not gore, not pain, just victory; sweet success in combat. Which she hadn't been getting any of, lately. So far she had scaled some library shelves, contemplated sneaking into the monster dorms to follow a strange avian student, built a castle out of cardboard boxes and started a fight with Sparrow. These things alleviated her boredom briefly, but ultimately she was left to her own devices, doing absolutely less than she wished she was doing.
Today, Amarus walked along the bottom of the pond, using her ghostly ability to ignore water's typical effects. She really didn't enjoy it that much, though, so she settled for floating up to the surface, staring up at the light as she did so, disturbing the blossoms. She felt good about floating there, amongst the flowers. Plants, she understood, strangely enough. They seemed to like her, too.
Amarus, as soon as she surfaced, noticed something very fluffy on the bank. Her silvery eyes slid towards him, and she righted herself, walking out of the water. She concentrated herself to maximum transparency, shedding whatever water she could, before soldifying to her usual near-100% tangibility state.
"You look like something Jin would try to eat," she told the fluffy creature, tilting her head. Amarus was referring, of course, to her Fire Wyvling. She had heard that some students took the form of creatures when they weren't using their skull pin, but was that the case here?... It certainly seemed smarter than the average foxfire.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:42 pm
The little pup's curiosity was piqued when he began to detect something rising from the deep pond waters, and he jumped to his feet when he realized it was a body. Now, undead bodies were really nothing that bothered the pup, or ghostly bodies, but at the thought of a dead one, breaking free of the pond weeds to float up to the surface all bloated and slimy, that gave him a case of the creeps!
He was about to run back to school, to maybe tell his brother or someone else that he had found a dead body, when he realized it wasn't dead in the way he had imagined. It- She, had opened her eyes.
Was she a student? She looked to be about the right age for one as she strode casually up the bank, but she had to be a new one. Jove paused. Certainly it had to be, she didn't smell like clay or false pieces, just... another ghost? The little pup was about to settle back down on the bank and continue his pond-watching when she addressed him.
... As something edible?
Jove took a stubborn little breath, fluffing up to an indignant round puffball of a ghost. He was most definitely not something to eat!
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 7:34 am
He seemed to be startled by her initial rise from the waters. Amarus noted, vaguely, that it was probably inappropriate to rise from the water that way, similarly to how it was inappropriate to start fights with strangers. There were so many rules she had to learn. Amarus picked her trailing hair up from the ground, coiled it around her forearm, and sat down facing the fluffy pup.
Looks like it was the case; he clearly understood her. And he did not seem to like it.
"I didn't say he would eat you, it's just that he tends towards fluffy things, and in case you didn't notice, you're incredibly fluffy," Amarus ammended. Was that her best attempt at reassurance? She folded her hands in her lap, fingers cycling through the kuji-kiri symbols out of habit, with no real meaning or concentration. She looked over her shoulder to observe the pond blossoms for a moment, before getting up, walking over, claiming a blossom from the water, and bringing it over to the pup.
She set the blossom down in front of him, resumed her place on the bank, and said, "I'm Amarus; I know you're a student, right?"
Something uncomfortable tickled her, a feeling or a hint, something vague. Her eyes grew dark momentarily as she tried to concentrate and draw it out. She finally solidified the feeling into a question, "Something seems to have troubled you?" Was it the same thing that had marred all her recent friends? The death of Red, the fights, the Hunters; one or more of those had harmed them seemingly irreparably.
While Amarus was in their company, however, they could benefit from her Lotus Smoke: a natural relaxant, the clear and odorless smoke given off by her flickering pink-purple aura, this time toned down so it only rose in places. Her hands were covered with the little licking flames, which gave off no heat; it was just an extension of her essence. Lotus smoke was her species' way of trapping others, making them want to stay, as well as lose perception of time passing, so that they could stay a minute or an hour and sometimes never know the difference.
Perhaps the Lotus Smoke would enhance Jove's relaxation day, though she hadn't yet learned his name. She wasn't really sure how much she was able to communicate with this form. Still, she was patient.
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