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| Animal Aura | Gwelwon Mikaelson
| Elemental Aura | Takeru
| Magical Aura | Drasta Limkult
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"I've heard about places like these! They practically radiate with an enigmatic sense of wonder. Each room can have a different view, with different weather and everything! It's seemingly random, but it usually matches the atmosphere of those within... Something is a little weird, though. No matter where you leave the building from, you always wind up back at the front door."
The Apocalypse Dorm is a wide kitchen and living room, the first thing you see when you enter. Spreading along a far wall are five inconspicuous doors, each leading to large bedrooms, each with an adjacent bathroom. There's plenty of space to share and lounge, which provides a friendly but comfortable-at-a-distance atmosphere.
Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 9:28 pm
Drasta Vimn Limkult The Plagued Healer ***************
Drasta was teleported, and in so apart from Gwen, into the Dorm softly onto one of the couches in the living room. As soon as the nullification on his powers was gone, he struggled in his sleep, Plague-infested nightmares taking over the boy's subconscious. Thoughts of horrible things only the Plague had seen flooded back to him, causing him to writhe about in pain on the couch. Unfortunately, without his Healing Aura active to keep it in check, his pain and fear fueled the Plague Aura, cracks splintering across his face and oozing more of the murk into the air around him.
He struggled for about a whole minute until he yelped, sitting up and panting. He clutched at his own chest, his eyes damp with the beginning of tears. He shuddered and sighed. "I remember... I... Killed them..." He pursed his lips and wiped his eyes on his sleeve, sniffling. "N-No... I didn't... The Plague did... I don't... I don't wanna kill anyone..." His lips quivered and he burst into tears. "I'm a good boy! I didn't want to! I would never!" He frantically shouted at the ceiling, quickly burrowing his face in the couch to stifle his crying.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 10:36 pm
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╔══════════════════════════╗ Red. Her vision was filled with red as she was teleported after the Headmaster's speech. She knew, much like everyone else, that it was coming this time and thus wasn't too perturbed to be moved so callously again. Gwen did not expect, however, to be teleported on her hands and knees with Drasta nowhere in sight.
She raised herself up, looking around the pristine black, white, and red room with- you guessed it- no Drasta in sight. It was beautiful room though, she thought as she looked around, still on her knees. A large closet was slightly ajar and she saw her clothes hung up neatly in a row, just as she would have done so at home. Her suitcase, now half empty without her clothes, was sitting idly by the dresser. She had clothes for both the dresser and the closet, but she wondered if they had been really moved. She had many more in her room at home, but decided she could have simply messaged home for her parents to send more if she could not buy a few pairs at the academy. She briefly wondered if such a place would sell clothing, and bowed her head in her stupidity. If it was just like a normal school, like the Headmaster's rules had led her to believe, then of course there would not have been a store on campus.
She placed her fingers upon the ground, about to push herself up, when she felt it. She felt it like she always did. She clutched her throat, crumpling in on herself as her forehead brushed the floor, and she choked back a screaming sob. It was so much stronger than the last time. Why was it stronger?
Anguish. So much anguish. She knew this anguish, knew this stronger than any others. This was despair over death. Oh god. It filled her mouth and coated her throat with its disgusting malice. Her body became taut, her mouth wide open in a silent scream, as she writhed on the red carpet.
Red. Her vision was filled with red.
All too late it was finally over. The despair washed away with her as quickly as it had come, to her however it felt like an eternity, until she was awashed with a new feeling: denial.
She had no time to ponder it however as she heard Drasta's small voice yelling from the, what she assumed, living room.
"I'm coming," she whispered, her hands leaving her throat and resting beside her head. Her knees were trembling, her arms as well, and she gulped what little saliva she could down her aching throat. "I'm coming," she said more hoarsely, a little louder, as she finally had enough energy to lift her head.
She finally got to trembling feet, her legs wobbling as she slowly walked to the door and straight out into the living room. It was a wide, open space, the kitchen sitting only a few feet away from the actual sitting area of the living room, and she saw Drasta's small form sitting up with his face in the cushions of the couch.
Moving over to him, her eyes drooping as her body tried to force her to sleep, she cooed softly to the boy and pulled him into her now sitting form. Her arms were raised around his frame as she protectively held him as he wept, her eyes closing in defeat as the boy cried into her stomach.
It was back then. How foolish she must have been to think it would ever go away...
Hannah wanted to comment to the headmaster she didn't feel all the bad considering. Sure some of the people near her were crying, but she found that she and the rest of her team were fine. Maybe that nuffication was harmful, but to Hannah it gave her a sense of internal peace? It was strange. Hannah found herself on her bed in her room. She was all alone, which again... Was jarring. Her bed was covered in her favorite quilt that her mother made to represent their family. When she had gotten the letter, she gave it to her to remind them of her. The whole room had a western yet modern look to it. There was even a statue a golden plate thing hanging behind her bed, and it looked like she was connected to the outside. The rug covered all of the floor though and was very fluffy. All her clothes were here as well. All folded... Or hanging neatly. Even the picture of her family was here. Or at least the picture of her siblings. She turned the picture down for a moment as the memories at the moment were... Harsh. She decided that she might as well walk outside, and explore everything else around her.
While out of her room she heard Drasta, and paused for a moment behind the couch. "Drasta?" she asked before her mind went into his. She stood there, unable to move as she started to relive... Hannah grabbed her head before running away, knocking into things. She made it the kitchen, and hide herself there. Gwen was here. That much she knew.
I didn't mean to. He killed them, I killed them "No wait... I didn't kill anyone!" Hannah whispered to herself as she held her head. She can hear it... She saw flashes of it. She felt like puking. She shook her head and ran to the sink, and washing her face. "Snap... OUT OF IT!" she yelled, shaking. After taking a few deep breaths she decided that she needed something comforting. "WHO WANTS APPLE PIE!?" she called out to no one in particular as she began grabbing materials. She was getting ready to bake, no one was going to stop her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 6:38 pm
Drasta Vimn Limkult The Plagued Healer ***************
Drasta felt Gwen holding him and hiccuped, looking up to her. "N-No, don't... I... I don't want..." He then stopped talking, sensing that she was in pain. Closing his eyes softly, he faced her, cracks all over his face and the black murk seeping from them. "I'm sorry..." He moved up Gwen's body and tightly hugged her, his palms flat on her back. His Healing Aura surrounded her, slowly eating away at her pains and aches and taking them into himself. As he did so, the cracks continued to branch out and cover the boy's face, eventually large chunks of his face eroding away and revealing the Plague beneath. Finally, his hug loosened and he slumped against her, a raspy breath escaping his lips.
All of a sudden, the air around Gwen and Drasta grew stagnant as the last bits of his face eroded away and floated into the air, filing it with plague. Drasta's hand quickly grasped Gwen's shoulder as he dragged himself up, his eyes a pair of soulless black pits. "Ahhhhh... Haaaahhhh..." The boy stands slowly, appearing to dust himself off. Luckily for Gwen and Hannah was that his mind was completely blank for the moment, only one thing on the Plague's mind. He points to Gwen with a wide grin on his face, poking her chest roughly as a sinister black murk surrounded his hand. "Die, Mama... Die!" The Plague's voice would be that of Drasta's except raspy and sickly, and it would be obvious that the Plague was trying to decay Gwen, but nothing was happening. The Healing Aura was still residual on her form, and even Hannah would feel a loving warmth inside her belly where she was poked earlier. The Healing Aura was reacting to and keeping at bay any effect the Plague would have. When his pokes weren't working, the Plague stepped back and grumbled. "Die!" He thrusts out his finger at Gwen and continues. "Rot away!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 9:12 pm
nnnnnn┏. . .ʛ ω є ʄ ω ѻ η x☸x м ι к ą є ℓ § σ η . . .┓nnnnnn ❝Knowledge is power, baby bear.❞
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Gwen's head swiveled to the sound of someone else yelling, her head swimming with pain, sadness, and grief. Why was it so strong? Why couldn't she control it? The scream of a question, something about apple pie, was only a drop in the swirling ocean that was Drasta's emotions. She wanted to turn to the blonde, let forth a smile and continue holding the boy, but she couldn't even muster that. She could barely even keep her eyes open at the moment. She just needed to sleep...
"I'm sorry..."
The whispered phrase rings in her ear and she has just enough energy to open her eyes to see the boy raise onto her fully and give her a hug. For a moment, it was simply chaos and her heart began to beat painfully against her ribs, and then... nothing. Well, not nothing but a sweet feeling rising from the pit of her stomach and washing over her in a wave. Even that nasty ache her left shoulder always gave off since that day ceased its annoyances as the bright feeling cascaded through her. She didn't see the boy's face fall away in chunks. Didn't see the murky depth of darkness underneath his cheeks. All she felt was so. Very. Good.
Her shoulder was suddenly grabbed, her face contorting into one of mild intrigue, as she looked closer at the boy now dragging himself closer to her and for the first time she looked into his sockets. He laughed maniacally, raising to his feet, before poking her chest harshly. He called her mama, she thinks pleasantly, her eyes drooping as she watches the boy. It was so interesting, looking at the shell of Drasta, like it was a completely different person. She smiled, kindly and tiredly, before grasping his wrist quickly.
Cocking her head, she pulled the boy down back onto his knees and looked into his soulless eyes.
She spoke slowly, as if she were high off endorphin's, and whispered, "What did you do to me?"
Gwen giggled slightly, uncaring of what the boy would do next, before she tightened her hold on his body as her eyes drooped and closed for the last time that night.
Gwen awoke disorientated, her mouth dry, and a dull ache in her chest. She moved her right arm up to brush away her sleep, waking herself up fully, before realizing a slightly heavy form on her bosom. Silently questioning what had happened, she looked down to see Drasta laying on her, the boy sleeping peacefully for the moment.
Blinking back a haze, she smelled something sweet hanging in the air, and she slowly raised up and placed the boy out on the couch. Walking towards the kitchen, unaware of what time it could be, she saw a pie sitting idly on the counter top with saran wrap over it. She cocked her head, wondering where Hannah ran off to, before getting out some utensils as quietly as possible and beginning to make breakfast. If she was going to be the mother for this new group, she might as well start acting like it, she thought as she began to crack open a few eggs and began sizzling bacon.
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Who: Drasta on the couch || What: Cooking || When: Morning || Where: Apocalypse Dorm || Thoughts: Might as well... I wonder why I can't remember anything from the previous night OOC:
It was an invading ray of sunlight that finally got Takeru up. The beam just so happened to be hitting his face and just his face. He groaned and rolled over in his bed to attempt going back to unconsciousness. However, he was awake now and figured he should get up at a normal time for once to greet his roommates. Gotta make a good or at least decent first impression then he could go back to his shitty sleep schedule. He sat up in his bed pushing the covers down and, well, just sat there giving himself a moment to wake up. Yesterday and the trip had be pretty hectic. If he hadn't just lived through the whole thing and was told about it instead, he'd would've called it nuts. Well, here he was in a nice bed that was probably worth more than he was. He finally swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up stretching his arms. After rummaging around through his junk, he pulled a dark tee-shirt over his pink mop of hair. He lazily made his way to the living room still yawning with his main objective being food. It was when he was almost there that he could smell that someone had already started cooking then spotted Gwen in the kitchen currently doing just that. His eyes widened some when he saw her then flushed a little when he realized how he must look right now. "Good mornin'," he quickly greeted. Well, it was too late now and if he was going to be staying with a group of people like this, he'd better get used to them seeing his bed hair. He dragged his bare feet over to the fridge, opened it, then grabbed the carton of milk. Then he proceeded to open and close cabinets until he found the cups. Pouring himself a glass, he looked over to Gwen, "You want some?" he offered.
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"Hey, have ya ever considered becoming a mechanic? 'Cause that's livin' the dream!"
Hannah was in the middle of baking a pie with fresh apples, trying to block out everything else. She kept getting flashes of emotions through her head, and some sort of vision, but it wasn't as strong as before given that she was further away. That pie was a masterpiece, and it calmed down while the other half of Drasta took over. He was trying to decay Gwen, but nothing was happening. "Okay look hon... You must be in that zone right now, but... I want you to do us a favor, and stay where you are. THEN... We can eat... PIE." after finishing up her baking and making sure that Drasta didn't move from the room she went to bed. For some reason she found it easier talking to this version instead of the other. How curious.
Hannah awoke, sleeping rested after making her pie. She got out of bed quickly, and looked out. "Is everyone okay?" she asked, looking around wildly. She felt that Gwen was a little bit disoriented, but okay, kinda... And Drasta looked... Like Drasta, he seemed fine either way. She smelled her pie in the air and rushed over to see how it was doing. Smelling the bacon and eggs made her sigh in joy. "Hey there you are!" she said to Takeru. "Wondering if you had died in your room." she said as he went to grab his milk. "Your just drinking milk? We got eggs, bacon, and pie!" for some reason she was very happy.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 7:36 am
Drasta Vimn Limkult The Plagued Healer ***************
Drasta had continued trying to kill Gwen in his Plague Form, struggling weakly against the woman's strength. It seemed like the boy was very physically weak, as he couldn't even struggle out of her hug. Eventually, the Plague rested in Gwen's arms, content to merely cover the woman in reciprocated agony, even though she was unaffected by it due to the Healing Aura. He eventually fell asleep when the Plague's time ran out, turning back into himself and resting easily within Gwen's arms upon the couch. His nightmares were there, but they weren't nearly as bad. Drasta tightly gripped Gwen's clothing while he slept, Gwen taking the place of his actual mother in his dreams/
When he woke up, however, he would find that Gwen wasn't right next to him anymore. The smell of breakfast got him awake and making cute groggy noises as he rolled about on the couch. He eventually rolled off the couch, falling onto the carpet with a dull thump and dragging himself to his knees. With a wide yawn he stood up and stretched, walking into the kitchen. Without warning, he would grab Gwen's hand and hold it gently, leaning his head into her side softly and wordlessly. He didn't need to say anything. He didn't want to, either. Her last words to him still stuck, and she'd likely ask him again eventually, so he'd rather enjoy the moment of waking up currently.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 9:18 am
nnnnnn┏. . .ʛ ω є ʄ ω ѻ η x☸x м ι к ą є ℓ § σ η . . .┓nnnnnn ❝Knowledge is power, baby bear.❞
╔══════════════════════════╗ Gwen had begun to hum to herself lightly while cooking. Pulling out a loaf of honey bread, she placed it in the toaster before returning from the fridge with mix for pancakes and waffles. She got out another skillet, heating it up before placing the batter onto it and cocked her brow when she saw Takeru finally awaken.
"Hello, dear," she said softly, resisting the urge to pat his pink locks. She knew her own hair must be upheaval, even if she did not move much on the couch, but he looked adorable regardless. When he offered her a glass of milk she nodded and said, "Please. Would you care to set the table for all of us, I believe I hear Hannah shuffling out of bed as well."
When the blonde girl came out of her room, she walked around towards the kitchen before asking if everyone was okay. Gwen cocked her head, well of course everyone was okay, what would have given her the idea that they were not? Shrugging, she waited until the girl came into the kitchen, going to grab the carton from Takeru.
She smiled. "Yes, dear. I'm also making waffles and pancakes, sausages, and anything else you could request." She grinned and laughed melodiously. "Yes, Takeru, we did all think you dead. You were sleeping for such a long time. Perhaps plan your schedule better next time, hmm?"
She flipped the first pancake onto a waiting plate before feeling her left hand grabbed and a small body press into her side. The thought of murder escaped her mind in that moment, or at least she pushed it aside to the point of uncaringness, and she bent down to rub the boys back with her right hand.
"I thought I heard a little cub waking up," she said soothingly. "Would you like anything else to eat? A boy like you needs his strength."
She would have kissed him on the cheek but refrained and stood erect. Narrowly getting a pancake off the skillet before it burned, she winked back down to Drasta before continuing on with her work. Gwen didn't know why but she felt something... dull aching in her chest. Everything around her seemed to be underwater, diluted and hazy, and as she flipped the bacon and placed the many eggs onto multiple plates, she willed herself not to frown. But still, something was off. She didn't know whether to like it or not, having two obvious empaths in the dorm and a child who probably murdered someone close to him does not a good time make, and she sighed inaudibly as she continued with breakfast. Maybe she would inquire to Hannah later what had transpired the previous night...
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Who: Takeru, Hannah, and Little Cub || What: Cooking || When: Morning || Where: Apocalypse Dorm || Thoughts: Breakfast seems to be well under way OOC:
Takeru smiled when Gwen returned his greeting then asked him to set the table. "Uh, yeah sure thing," he replied before turning to dig through the cabinets again. His attention was redirected when the Hannah person came out of her room as well, then commented about thinking he was dead. "Ah, well, I'm not," he stammered rubbing the back of his neck and looking away in embarrassment which only heightened when Gwen agreed with Hannah and told him to plan a schedule. Yeah, maybe he should, well, there was a lot of things he could've done better to begin with. Then he looked back at Hannah's question, "Well no, I was just gonna-," he cut himself of and turned back to the cabinet, "I'm just gonna set the table now." He grabbed a stack of plates then went to place them on the nearby table. Nah, he wasn't awake enough for this. After setting the plates down, he went back and did the same with the silverware. With that all set, somewhat, he moved back towards the kitchen. He noticed Drasta was up and clinging to Gwen as she continued to cook. It was just nice to be getting a decent breakfast for once than his usual bowl of cereal.
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"Hey, have ya ever considered becoming a mechanic? 'Cause that's livin' the dream!"
"Well look whose all bright eyed and bushy tailed today." Hannah said when she saw Drasta clinging onto Gwen. Anyway today was going to be a good day, Because today is when she is going to set up shop, and start selling. She didn't know if that was allowed, but she wasn't going to raise suspicion on herself.
"Alrighty then, that helps. Thanks Takeru." Hannah said as she brought the pie over to the table. Cause who doesn't want pie in the morning!? She sat next to him with a knife in her hand. "So... Yesterday was interesting. What do you think is gonna happen today?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 12:12 am
Drasta Vimn Limkult The Plagued Healer ***************
Drasta didn't really register that Gwen had said anything immediately, still content to lean against her without a word. Honestly, to the boy, she seemed like she couldn't remember last night, which was fine with Drasta. He didn't really want to broach the subject, but he felt her mental pain trying to remember and bit his lip. Eventually, he looked up to Gwen and smiled softly. "I'll eat anything you make me." He then released her hand so she could use both if she needed to. Going back to sit down, he sighed and laid across the couch again, flattening out and draping across the furniture.
This was hard. He hadn't really spent a whole lot of time around people, much less be on a team with one. What combat use did he even have? Have him heal wounds until he turned into the Plague and let him go at enemies? Drasta buried his face in the couch and mumbled. "On second thought, I'm not very hungry..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 7:31 am
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╔══════════════════════════╗ The fox smiled absentmindedly as the small talk was made between Hannah and Takeru. It was just like a normal family, and reminded her of her own brother and sister she looked out for. Strangely enough, the thoughts were not tampered down by the emotions of the others in her vicinity, and she wondered when the veil that submerged them would be lifted.
No matter, she thought as she turned to see Takeru placing down the silverware and plates. She turned and smiled kindly at the pink haired boy as he came back to the kitchen and slightly leaned on the countertop, waiting for breakfast to be done. She quirked her brow at Hannah who had already sat down, but shook her head at the girl's behavior. It wasn't like there was much else to do now, Gwen pondered as she gave the plate full of pancakes and waffles to Takeru to take to the table as well. Grabbing the other of bacon, sausage, eggs, and the syrup she walked to the table.
Placing them all down near the group, she turned her gaze back over to the couch area and flipped her hair back (it almost got into the food with its long locks) before walking over. Bending down, she refrained from rubbing the boy's back and simply placed her arms onto her knees as she balanced on the balls of her feet.
"You are not hungry? I don't think any of us ate on the train, you should at least have something, little cub." She looked over the edge of the couch and called to the other two, "Go ahead and start! I'll be there in a moment."
It was strange doing this without her empathy. And for once she longed for it back. She had no idea what the boy was feeling, or even thinking, and it frustrated her to be so.. empty. How the times have changed her, she thought as she listened to the small conversation between Takeru and Hannah. What had happened the previous night to make her morning this way? She must ask Hannah later to see, but for now she simply smiled happily down at the boy hiding his face, and her long asymmetrical hair fell onto the floor lightly as she bent her head to the side to look at him.
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Who: Takeru, Hannah, and Little Cub || What: Comforting? || When: Afternoon || Where: Apocalypse Dorm || Thoughts: This is what I usually did to help Dante. Even without my curse, would this not also help? OOC:
Takeru's neon eyes looked around the room lazily at his team. "Hmm?" He looked over at Gwen as she handed him some of the food. He took the plate from her then walked it to the table setting it in the center. As Gwen brought the rest of the breakfast, he pulled out a chair and seating himself. When she told them they could start without her, he wasted no time serving himself a decent portion of the food making sure there was an equal amount left for the other three. He pushed some of he messy hair back before skewering a sausage with a fork. Looking back over to Hannah, he attempted conversation, "So, uh, what's it like to turn into an animal?" he asked curiously. He was in a team with two animal auras so he wanted to know what it was like to transform. It seemed like the shape-shifters he used to see in movies and stuff. Until recently, he had no idea that something like that could actually be real.
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