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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:38 am
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The Dragon Isle Academy Clinic is found outside. Being the medical center, it is quite large as it has a holding room for students and/or faculty who would need to stay the night, the doctor's quarters and office, and a pharmacy.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:51 am
 If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings. ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣
His hands shook as he carefully poured the liquid out of the small glass vial. He watched as the solution bubbled, and bit his bottom lip as he felt the burn seep into his skin. As soon as the pain subsided, he carefully wrapped his arm in bandages.
He let out a sigh when that was done and looked back, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. Gingerly unfolding his wing, he barely held back a cry of pain and just knew he broke it.
Unfortunately, fixing a broken wing wasn't easy alone and he frowned at the thought of having to wait here for the doctor or go look for someone to help him.
♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 11:19 am
 
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𝕬nton 𝖁ladimir 𝕱riedrich von und zu 𝕶leist
1346 - 1356
𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben.
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𝕬fter leaving the dormitories, the little ghost had remembered that he promised to pay the other ghosts of the clinic a visit.
In a place like this, unfortunate deaths happened sometimes. And hospitals were usually full of ghosts anyways. This place wasn't as bad as the graveyards, of course, but still quite lively. The word "lively" might be a bit wrong, since we are talking about ghosts here, but that's how the ghost boy called Vlad saw it.
Also, Vlad's help was often appreciated there. He was the Necro leader after all, and his healing abilities were superb indeed. Even though they were not medical skills in the traditional sense, his tricks still worked.
He walked through walls, until he reached a certain room where someone was clearly in pain. Vlad watched him silently for a while. The elf buy tried to manage on his own without any good medical help.
"Excuse me, but do you happen to need any help, mister?" , the little boy asked and suddenly appeared in front of the elf.
This boy really seemed like he needs some help. And Vlad was just a child who did not want to see others suffer, so he was very willing to help, too.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 5:15 pm
If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings. ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣
Hearing the soft voice, Ronde had carefully turned around, making sure not to aggravate his wing. Standing there in front of him was a little boy who only looked a few years younger than him but barely reached the middle of his chest. From first glance, Ronde knew he was a ghost.
"Oh, hey kid." he mutters as he turns around to face him. He wasn't fond of people, yes that was true, but he did make sure to treat kids differently than how he treated others. "Yeah, had a little accident earlier." he says bitterly, remembering the incident in the courtyard. "And although I appreciate the help, you can't exactly touch me, can you? So yeah, maybe next time."
Ronde tried to smile. He really did. But it came out more like a grimace.
♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 3:11 am
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𝕬nton 𝖁ladimir 𝕱riedrich von und zu 𝕶leist
1346 - 1356
𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben.
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𝕿he boy just looked at the elf. Vlad's expression was empty and emotionless at all times. In fact, he was able to smile, if he would try really hard. That consumed too much energy, so he really avoided to try that. So, that it why the little kid looked quite creepy. But gladly this elf seemed to be socially just as awkward as Vlad is.
Vlad tilted his head when he heard the boy's answer. Without much explanations, the little ghost pushed his very immaterial hand through the student's wound, to operate on his soul. By operating a certain spot of the spirit, the little boy was actually able to heal the bodies, too. This wound wasn't fatal, either, so it was an easy task for him.
The process does feel uncomfortable, because there is a hand inside the patient's body. But it works in no time, and causes no harm.
"...That should do it." , Vlad said and pulled his hand out.
He did wonder what kind of accident had caused this, because injuries like this often are results from... Falling. And the elf seemed to carry some sort of odd wing thingie with him, too.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 6:54 am
If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings. ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣
"Woah, what are you doing!?" the feeling of having a ghost hand suddenly going through your body just felt weird and uncomfortable. He tried to protest again, but he started to feel the pain subside so he involuntarily relaxed, letting the ghost kid do whatever it is that he was doing.
As soon as the process was over, Ronde flexed his wings experimentally, letting them stretch out to their full size. Feeling no strain, he smiled and turned to the ghost who had remained emotionless as ever.
"Pretty neat trick," he tells him, "Thanks."
♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 6:06 am
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𝕬nton 𝖁ladimir 𝕱riedrich von und zu 𝕶leist
1346 - 1356
𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben.
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𝕿he ghost boy nodded. At least that student seemed to have some sort of manners, since he was able to thank Vlad.
Vlad knew that on these days, people's manners and behavior was very different from what it used to be. As a kid, he had much easier time to co-operate with it. The grown-ups of his time would not have tolerated such rude people at all.
"You're welcome," , Vlad said at stared at the elf's eyes.
"I believe that I haven't seen you before. I am Anton Vladimir Friedrich von und zu Kleist. The students call me mr. von Kleist," the kid said.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 3:13 am
If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings. ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣
The name sounds familiar... Ronde thought as he stared back. The boy's eyes seemed hollow and cold. He knew it was not by choice, but he couldn't help but look away.
He stood straight, looking back at his wings, continuing to flex it to get the muscles well and ready.
"That's because I'm new here," he says, "Ronde Steppe Tristia. Just got here last night actually, been hanging around here and wherever..."
His eyes widened when he suddenly realized just why the name sounded so familiar to him. Turning back to the little boy, he sized him up before speaking.
"I apologize for not realizing," he says, bowing his head in respect, "Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you."
♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 9:58 am
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𝕬nton 𝖁ladimir 𝕱riedrich von und zu 𝕶leist
1346 - 1356
𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben.
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𝕿hat boy was a bit silly and awkward. But gladly, Vlad was a child. Children were so innocent and not completely socially developed, so this student seemed also rather normal in his eyes. Vlad's personality is quite hard to understand, as he seems to be emotionless and all ghost-like, and yet he has the heart of a child.
"Well, it is a pleasure meet you, too," , the little ghost boy said and tilted his head.
Today Vlad had done nothing but guided new students to the right places, because they had been terribly lost. And the most ironic thing had been that the two lost souls were indeed ghosts, just like Vlad. But those ghosts seemed to have no sense of direction - at all.
Lately there has been so many new students that Vlad had lost count already. Even his branch had become quite popular, even though it is a rather rare gift to understand spirits.
"I've never seen an elf like you before, mister" the kid said.
In fact, Vlad hasn't seen many elves in general. So it was not a big surprise that he hasn't yet seen this race before, either.
[OOC: Sorry for the late answer, again. ...And the edits. ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 5:07 am
If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings. ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣
Ronde's eyes lit up in amusement, hearing the ghost's inquiry. His race was really rare, considering they never came down from their high perch in the mountains and never interacted with anyone.
"I'm an Avariel elf. Nothing special really. We just have a way with the wind, and have feathery wings to prove it." he says with some pride. He stretched his wings again, just to make a point, "Not really surprising you haven't see us. We don't really tend to make ourselves known to people who live in the flat lands."
His race tended to stick together, and never came down. Sitting high atop the mountains overlooking everyone else, they saw themselves as the higher class.
If they thought any differently then... Ronde felt himself go numb. Memories of his parents' death etched forever in his mind and he felt himself fall back into a chair behind him.
Staring at the kid in front of him, he wondered to himself. Why was he smiling then? Why was he enjoying himself? This was exile. Exiled from the clan where he grew up in. Away from his birth place, with no one to guide him.
Ronde sat there, feeling pathetic and useless and he brought his hands up to his head and let out a silent cry before nothing.
[OOC: It's fine. I do apologize about my RP style however. I tend to go OOC with my own characters as it seems.]
♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 5:52 am
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𝕬nton 𝖁ladimir 𝕱riedrich von und zu 𝕶leist
1346 - 1356
𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben.
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𝕿he little ghost boy looked at the elf. Then, he suddenly started to sing.
♪ ♫ Stepping on the forest moss soaked in night dew,
that boy makes such a light but sad sound as he walks.
Ah, the boy grew up without knowing
any of the world's crimes or the society's spites.
"Shall I lead the way?"
Holding on to his doll friend,
he brought the uninvited guests home,
to his graceful mother,
and then, as he looked over...
"Thank you for the help! Now, die!"
Just like how birds have wings,
night has its songs
While still in the warm embrace of his mother's eyes,
he falls to the bottom of the abyss.
Not resenting anybody, not regretting dying,
Good morning now. ♪ ♫
Vladimir's songs naturally caused people to feel better physically and mentally. It wasn't much, but at least he tried. Maybe this was his way of showing compassion?
The little boy never talked about his own past, as it's a mystery even for him. But it was obvious that he had been alone in this world for a long time, too.
[OOC: It's fine~ And now I'm using my favorite lyrics again.]
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 11:22 pm
If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings. ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣
The melody echoed inside his head, like memories of an old loved one resurfacing. It was haunting and painful but strangely had this calming hold on you. Eventually, Ronde looked up, his cheeks dry but his eyes filled with tears threatening to fall.
He didn't really know what to do, he just stared at the little ghost boy, letting his song wash over him; not really registering the words but just letting the tune take over.
As the song took to its end, Vladimir let out a relieved laugh as he wiped the unshed tears. "For a leader, I didn't really expect you'd be the type to sing." he said in good sport. "You've got quite a voice."
[OOC: I am so sorry for the very late reply. School was being a pain and took up all my time.]
♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 5:31 pm
 °ᑕเᗰ〇ᘉ 〇ᖇเ〇ᘉᕮ° "I-I don't wanna hurt anyone. I-I want to f-forget that p-p-past. I-I d-didn't do it!" ☁♒♒♒✧♒♒♒☁ "My head..." Is this the stupid after effects of the switch? No matter. Cimon walked into the clinic. He just needed some pain killers for his awful headache. Been a while since things happened to him. Things that had completely change him. "Excuse me is anyone here?" Quite a sight seeing the wind sprite talk straight. He would usually shutter. (OOC: I am back from the depths of inactivity because of school!) ☁♒♒♒✧♒♒♒☁ "You can't escape who
you really are. Stop lying to yourself, you know you want them dead."
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 3:37 am
If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings. ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣
The sound of someone entering the room raised Ronde's walls once again. He was finally able to relax, even for a short while in the presence of the Necro Leader. However, seeing the newcomer, his good mood vanished as he turned his sharp eyes on the wind sprite from earlier.
"You." he says, his voice calm and collected, but the irritation still rang throughout the room. If it wasn't for him, Ronde wouldn't even have gone here all banged up. He would have still be in the courtyard, or somewhere more quiet where he could be reading. Despite the quiet image the older boy had, Ronde had seen his true colors, and he wasn't going to let his guard down.
♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ ● ♣ If it is an angel, you seek, open your eyes to the truth,
For you do not see the darkness that lies beneath these wings.
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