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Post by Sa'id Abdul-Rahman on May 10, 2009 17:52:18 GMT -5
Sa'id looked quickly between Yaodensi and the other werewolves near him. There were several surprised looks and a couple of worried people, but no one seemed to be opting for "attack now". Nevertheless, the hairs on the back of his neck were on end, and he had to push back the urge to change into something a little more dangerous.
He swallowed worriedly and kept his eyes on the new arrivals.
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Post by mortal on May 10, 2009 18:12:50 GMT -5
Mortale smiles darkly (not that he knows another way TO smile). Waving a hand at the insolent whelp sealing his mouth shut without much trouble while still smiling.
Addressing Veronique "Why shun me so, sweet heart? Especially with how long it has been since we have had a cordial visit. I just thought to give you a leg up this year in the competitions. By showing you two of my best." He waves his hand towards the other two he brought with him beckoning them forward.
Mortale waves to the cloak approaching from stage right. In the process removing his own hood and the hood of the other. "This is Curaniar." Waving his hand to the cloak on stage left removing the hood. With the second wave Mortale's cloak falls to the floor showing his nice black suit. "This is Nyvain."
Curaniar and Nyvain approach center stage in perfect tandem while Mortale continues "They are a pair. Together they are nearly unstoppable." Mortale grins "Of course you will all have to wait for the competitions to see their full capabilities."
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Post by Smoke on May 10, 2009 18:19:11 GMT -5
Smoke sat back down and conjured up some popcorn.
He offered a piece to Himmel.
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Post by Himmel on May 10, 2009 18:21:15 GMT -5
Himmel snickered and took the popcorn.
"Best day ever." He said to Smoke without turning to him.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on May 10, 2009 18:28:07 GMT -5
[maroon]Veronique snorted. "Is that so?" she spat. "And you say that you have come all this way to flaunt your supposed superiority? Do not confuse ruthlessness with power."
She persisted in circling him, watching him carefully. "Truly, are you so frivolous as to come here to show off your students? Do you waste my time, then, Mortale?"[/maroon]
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Post by mortal on May 10, 2009 18:58:10 GMT -5
Mortale grins "Superiority? Really? You are the one that said that. I merely said that together they are nearly unstoppable. I suppose I should specify. In battle they are nearly unstoppable. Most of the contests between our schools are solo sports based activities not battle."
Mortale slowly turns around to maintain facing Veronique. "Beside lover. I wished to see you. It has been far too long sense we have last seen each other outside of the competitions." He smiles as sweetly as he can. "If you think this is a frivolous thing perhaps I should have just showed up at your house in a few hours."
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Post by Smoke on May 10, 2009 18:59:23 GMT -5
Smoke gives Himmel and the exits meaningful glances.
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Post by Notos Aetai on May 10, 2009 19:02:39 GMT -5
Notos felt as the spell was cast he tried to yell and couldn't. Rage exploded in him, how dare he! He felt heat and a distant feeling as it grew hotter and hotter inside.
The wind started picking up around him whipping his hair and clothes around him. He had rarely felt so focused, all he saw in front of him was that man. He was going to make him sorry. The wind grew stronger and stronger and hotter by the seconds then it condensed in around his form. The pressure building to his limit and then he released it all in one gale towards the man.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on May 10, 2009 19:13:43 GMT -5
[maroon]Lightning fast, in a movement that would easily remind the students and staff alike that Veronique's status was based on more than just expendable cash and frightening disposition, the rather large and ornate chair behind Veronique crashed against the figure in front of her, raining splinters on the surrounding area.
"Learn to curb your tongue, you petulant fool," she hissed. [/maroon]
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Post by crayolaqueen on May 11, 2009 13:04:54 GMT -5
Tala gasped. She hoped a full-out battle didn't erupt, as she wasn't a very good fighter. Veronique was quicker than she would have thought, though. Tala pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose. Things were starting to get more interesting.
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Post by curaniar on May 11, 2009 16:18:21 GMT -5
Curaniar was standing stage right. He took his hood off on cue as Mortale introduced him and Nyvain. He stood about close to six feet, and was stronger build then his companion. As the events began to unfold center stage he undid his cloak and let it fall soundlessly to the ground. Underneath he wore black leather armor.
Strapped to his back was a black shield, shaped like slimmer underside of a stealth bomber. It was steel and the original silver showed through in etchings on the front of a dragon curled up with it's wings surrounding it's body. As the events began to unravel he reached up slowly until his hand rested on the clasp to undo the strap for his shield, and waited.
Then the boy in red began to lose his temper, Curaniar could tell. Then Mortale cast the spell and the boy got ready to attack. He sprang forward from slightly behind the boy using wind magic. As he was dashing forward he released the black shield that was strapped to his back. He came to a stop a few feet in front of Notos, bracing himself with his shield out it front.
As the attack slammed against him and the shield he didn't give an inch. The wind smashed into the waited metal and dissipated as its force was spent. He smirked, standing unmoving.
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Post by mortal on May 12, 2009 12:41:58 GMT -5
Mortale falls onto the stage from the blow of the chair with a gash across his cheek from a splinter of the chair. He slowly stands up and turns his back on Veronique.
Waving his hand towards Notos releasing the boys mouth. Looking back briefly, commenting "I thought you of all people knew me better than to call me such petty insults. If that IS how you feel then I am wasting our time. I just thought it might be nice to see you again and give a demonstration of two of my best. BUT, you have made it quiet clear that you have NO wish to see me likely ever, and so I will try no longer."
In no more than a whisper that only Veronique could possibly hear "My beautiful vampire desire."
Mortale looks over at his students and decides to wait before leaving to see what the haughty insolent boy does. Hoping that he will not pursue that fight any further.
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Post by nyvain on May 12, 2009 12:48:25 GMT -5
Nyvain drops his cloak having always been in favor of more form fitting clothing. He runs over quick as lightning to between Mortale and Curaniar. Reading himself to be able to come to the aid of either of his allies.
Nyvain is in a form fitting suit with an unusually long sword in his hand. His clothes seem to be slightly singed at the edges in several places. Those on the first row and on the stage see the edges of what looks like burn scars that coordinated with the burns of the clothing. His clothing does also seem to have enchantments over it. Some of which are even strong enough that none mages can tell. Any mages can tell that the enchantments are merely protection spells and nothing more dangerous, but get a rather uneasy feeling about this young man none the less.
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Post by Lhachlhass on May 12, 2009 17:29:02 GMT -5
The glass creaked, as he kept increasing his weight on the sky light bending as close as he could to watch the scene unfolding beneth him.
They were starting to fight, The scary French lady just hit the crazy mate that might get eaten with a chair.. and there was yelling.. and the boy in red did something and the guy in black stepped in front and then--
The glass shuddered violantly and just as he made to move shattered. It was too late, most of his body had been leaning over the window.
The sound of shattering seemed to fill his ears and head as the world toppled over and he began to crash down in terrifying speed.
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Post by Liam Farrell on May 12, 2009 17:43:59 GMT -5
Liam jumped at the swiftness and ferocity of the conflict between the Headmistress, the boy in red and the cloaked stranger. He was still trying to figure out just what the bloody heck was going on when the ceiling caved in and someone came hurtling down in a shower of glass shards. Liam dove instinctively under his chair.
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Post by Notos Aetai on May 14, 2009 12:49:37 GMT -5
Notos felt the spell lift and his mouth unseal. The wind stopped abruptly and the whole space around Notos went still. He closed his eyes, looking for himself.
After a few moments he opened his eyes again and looked at Mortale, smiling. "Hey, you've got a lot of nerve you know. Don't you know who I am? I'm Notos the South Wind. And I don't take bull from anyone. If you're a man then you should stand up and fight me yourself!"
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Post by crayolaqueen on May 14, 2009 14:12:50 GMT -5
Oh crap, Tala thought to herself. There's gonna be a fight. Tala felt around in her backpack for something to fight with and came up short. All she had in there was a large dictionary, and that could hardly be of use in battle. In a moment's decision she dove under both her and Rebeaka's chairs.
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Post by Sa'id Abdul-Rahman on May 14, 2009 18:07:33 GMT -5
...Right on top of Sa'id.
Boy, chair, and professor all clattered loudly to the floor; imagining this was an opening shot in the fight that was obviously coming, professor quickly became wolf. He yiped and gave Lhachlhass a good nip before realizing this was a student.
At that point, instinct took over completely and the large, half-blind wolf shook himself out of the remains of his suit and began navigating the forest of legs between him and the exit.
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Post by Lhachlhass on May 15, 2009 14:44:10 GMT -5
The rushing world came screeching to a halt as his body met the professor's. Flailing limb hit flailing limb. He recoginized the blurring light of the fast moving room, the dull pain of impact, the confusion of sudden movement. He felt the Professor growing larger underneath him and warmer, he felt flesh becoming fur and then ...
Sharp pain as teeth sunk into his own skin. Any self control he had managed to keep dissipated and he reared up quickly. Looking around wildly as he felt the wolf dash off. He saw the wolf trying to make his way quickly through a crowd of students. He felt the sting of the bite and impact, the fear and displacement of falling and then he snapped. Lhachlhass saw red as he practically leapt at the retreating professor on all fours.
He easily bolted through the students and made the final leap onto his back. He wrapped his legs around the wolf's middle and his arms tightly around its neck as though he were trying to cut off its air. Animal and hunter instinct took over from deep in him and he shot down, biting hard into the back of the wolf's neck trying to bring it down through pain.
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Post by nyvain on May 15, 2009 22:22:18 GMT -5
Notos felt the spell lift and his mouth unseal. The wind stopped abruptly and the whole space around Notos went still. He closed his eyes, looking for himself.
After a few moments he opened his eyes again and looked at Mortale, smiling. "Hey, you've got a lot of nerve you know. Don't you know who I am? I'm Notos the South Wind. And I don't take bull from anyone. If you're a man then you should stand up and fight me yourself!" Nyvain looks only at Notos for a few moments wide eyed. After a few moments he isn't able to hold back any more and throws his head back in laughter. He even starts crying a little from laughing so hard. The main thing that keeps Nyvain centered at all is that he maintains his magical senses of who is where.
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Post by rebeka on May 15, 2009 22:31:32 GMT -5
He easily bolted through the students and made the final leap onto his back. He wrapped his legs around the wolf's middle and his arms tightly around its neck as though he were trying to cut off its air. Animal and hunter instinct took over from deep in him and he shot down, biting hard into the back of the wolf's neck trying to bring it down through pain. Rebeka streaks through the crowd and snatches Lhachlhass off Sa'id quickly wispering "This is Cabrrhitho. That man isn't to blame. If you wish to attack someone," she points up at Notos "He is the one that broke the glass. Or," she moves her finger over to Mortale "him, he started the whole mess. But I don't think we WANT him to decide to really hurt people around here."
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Post by curaniar on May 18, 2009 21:14:08 GMT -5
Notos felt the spell lift and his mouth unseal. The wind stopped abruptly and the whole space around Notos went still. He closed his eyes, looking for himself.
After a few moments he opened his eyes again and looked at Mortale, smiling. "Hey, you've got a lot of nerve you know. Don't you know who I am? I'm Notos the South Wind. And I don't take bull from anyone. If you're a man then you should stand up and fight me yourself!" Curaniar didn't move for a moment, he stood wide eyed in shock at the red haired boy. After a moment his lips slowly curled into a grin and he began to laugh. He even eased from his defensive stance letting his shield drop by his side. "Did you hear that Nyv? Isn't that the best damn joke you've heard all day?" He laughed.
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Post by mortal on May 20, 2009 15:06:22 GMT -5
After a few moments he opened his eyes again and looked at Mortale, smiling. "Hey, you've got a lot of nerve you know. Don't you know who I am? I'm Notos the South Wind. And I don't take bull from anyone. If you're a man then you should stand up and fight me yourself!" Mortale grins his eyes twinkling a little "Are you sure you are in the right place? You could learn such things as you could not even imagine in your current state of existence. IF you were only somewhere other than this school." Mortale turns to face Notos and appears to Notos to change into that which he fears the most deeply. "I assure you though. If you truly wish to face me, then you ought to spend much more time learning to be perceptive." Returning to his normal shape and smiling in a very friendly yet still creepy way. Addressing Nyvain and Curaniar, he says, "We shall be taking our leave then." With a broad hand movement to the student body, he says, "I look forward to seeing you all at the Athenæum in a few short months."
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Post by Notos Aetai on May 20, 2009 15:38:35 GMT -5
Notos stared, frozen for once in his life at Mortale. And thoughts raced through his head, so many thoughts. He thought of this school and his friends here. He thought of what he had learned, he thought of his teachers, his goals and then something else came to his mind.
He thought of himself at Mortale's school. He saw a different self. The same but different, stronger on the inside and outside. He saw red hair, eyes, and wings. He saw the wind in greater manifestation then even he could have ever imagined it swirling around his terrifying other self. And he saw something in those red eyes that was him and wasn't at the same time, superiority, power, and an inhumanity that scared him and thrilled him.. but then as his mind kept racing he saw..
... Veronique's face, annoyed after one of his greetings, and further back he saw the faces of his brothers, Boreas angry and threatening pain. Zephyros, kind someone he was annoyed by and cared for fiercely at the same time. He saw who he was and realized something. He didn't want to change. He was him, and to be that other him.. he would have to give up all of this.
I’m too selfish He thought To give this all up, yeah. Way too selfish.
“Hah, no thanks. I’m good here. I don’t need you or your school to be stronger or better or anything like that. I am what I am and I’m as strong as I make myself. I don’t need you or anyone else!”
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Post by mortal on May 20, 2009 16:12:00 GMT -5
Mortale chuckles glancing at Notos saying, "What exactly do you think I would be asking you to give up? From someone of your potential . . . I would probably just ask that should I ask a favor of you that you assist as best you can. There is no reason I would ask anything of you that would harm your family or friends. I may be creepy, but I am not unfeeling." letting the last word linger for a little while as if there is a double meaning to it.
Mortale turns again to head for the door walking slowly.
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