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Post by The Judicator on Jun 4, 2006 18:45:53 GMT -5
*Such a long explanation. Either he meant all of it or he was trying to show off.*
"Hmm... another sound theory. But I think we can think of one more..."
*My gaze shifted to Minji.*
"Miss. A third possibility?"
ooc- Minji posts next.
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Minji Étoile
Apprentice
TEH FIRST BITTEN GIRL.
Warning: Character tends to have violent mood swings.
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Post by Minji Étoile on Jun 4, 2006 19:04:17 GMT -5
Minji guessed he was talking to her, because for the first, he was looking at her while speaking, and it was more of a direct question. And the fact that she wast he only girl in here, well, that sort of answered her own question. When the teacher, or Mr. Halsephea, asked her what a third possibility may be, she already had her answer. She had a feeling he would be asking for three possibilities - it was what most teachers did. Ask for three reasons - three sentences in a paragraph, and so on. She didn't speak for a moment, catching up her thoughts and organizing them so she doesn't have to speak more then she has to. She had other theories, which she read from books, but one theory she had, well, no one really gave her an opinion on it, and she wanted one, so why not tell the teacher to see what he thinks of it? And because he was asking for a hypothesis, Minji's guess could not be incorrect. There was no right or wrong answer.
"My guess, sir, is that someone - or something - killed him. Xallas was a bright student, and an overall intelligent man. Perhaps some people began to think he was a little too overachieving, and they wanted him out of the picture - he was seventeen afterall, when he graduated. My reason for thinking this is because the majority of famous people have enemies and such. Xallas for writing so many books, some of which I have - six volumes on dark energy, dark manifestation, eleven volumes of material, and led three world demonstrations, well, you would think that some people would disagree with him on a few of his points."
Never, in a million years, had Minji ever spoken that much in such short time. She wasn't done speaking, she just had to organize her thoughts once again - it was something she truly believed that could have happened. She got up from leaning against the back of her seat, and leaned a bit forward on her desk. How did she know so much of this? Her parents read all his books, and spoke of him quite often. Her, having shadow and darkness manipulation only helped the reasoning. It helped her understand better - she wasn't one to be afraid of the dark, because she controlled it. Somewhat. She wasn't afraid of the shadows because she hid in them. Recollecting her thoughts, she continued on.
"Some people may have thought of him as an annoyance of some sort - a show off, a "too-good-to-be-true" kind of a guy. All his explanations have reasons to support them, and I mean no offense to Xallas, sir, but I'm sure many of the older adults - or other scientists, intelligent people, and so on - didn't really like having a younger man not only smarter then them, but more acknowledged and known for his work. I believe he should be acknowledged for his work, but people have different opinions - one might have grown with jealousy over the years, watching Xallas only grow more endorsed."
And alas, her explanation was not finished, but she felt that she needn't go on any further.
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 4, 2006 19:15:24 GMT -5
ooc- Damn, that's a big post XDD
ic- *I listened to her every word. She made a good point, and an even better hypothosis. She said the one I had been waiting for. I smiled and looked over the class again.*
"This hypothosis is the one I believe to be correct. Kallas had many rivals and foes in his line of work, many who disliked his amount of intellect. He could out debate seasoned scholors and masters of the magic arts. So, it is also my personal theory that he was killed by someone in his line of work. Very good Minji."
*I turned to Priest.*
"But, other things could have happened. Mr. Late, please give me a fourth possibility."
ooc- Priest next
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Post by "The Priest" on Jun 5, 2006 11:21:05 GMT -5
Without hesitation, The Priest looked up from his book. His face was an object of darkness, his hat that he wore casting his entire facade in darkness. It began to recede as The Priest began to speak, although it never was never removed from his eyes.
Speaking, his voice a lown sound, but not entirely too loud.
He killed himself.
He found something, that even he, a master of his arts, thought to unwieldy, and destroyed himself. Did we ever find the true reason? If not, then I believe that either he, or someone who was using him, had him kill himself, and end the knowledge that he knows.
Also, you may call my 'The Priest'.
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 5, 2006 19:24:13 GMT -5
"Until you arrive in time, you will be Mr. Late."
*I turned back to the class.*
"Late brings up an awkward theory. He's on top of the scietific world, and he kills himself. Unlikely, though possible. Good work Late. So, now that we have learned about Xallas, let's begin working. It is time to learn some BASIC dark magic."
*I nod to the TA who turns my fingernail back to normal. I walk to my desk, grab a tome, and look to the class.*
"This is a spell tome of dark magic. We will go over the maneuver known as Nether Bolt. This common dark magic is the process of firing a small bolt of dark lightning from your fingertip. Experienced warlocks and masters can fire multiple, stronger bolts from all ten fingers. Interesting hmm?"
*With a wave of my hand, dark scripture appears on all desks, seeming to be engraved in the wood.*
"Here is the process and the words needed to use the attack. Point it at the ceiling when firing, or else we will have problems. The ceiling has a small absorbance barrier around it, so all dark bolts will be absorbed. Fun hm? Begin."
SPELL WORDS:
Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!
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Onira
Student Teachers
TEH CRAZY SUICIDAL FALLING-TO-EARTH GUY
Yeah. It's THAT cool.
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Post by Onira on Jun 5, 2006 19:38:57 GMT -5
Onira looked at it, studying it with his violet orbs. The inscriptions on the desk were like they had been there the whole time. Very interesting. In a way, it was a form of air alchemy. However, Onira knew, well, part of him had a feeling, that it was different to alchemy. But, he decided against asking the teacher. Maybe later. For the time, he had a speel to use. Something way out of his element. He couldn't cast spells. He had an idea that by drawing a tiny solomn seal on his finger, he could create a bolt. However, this wasn't what the teacher wanted, and Onira had a feeling it would be best for him to keep the teacher heppy. Probably a smart choice.
Onira placed his finger to the ceiling, deciding to give it a whirl anyway. The worst that could happen is he got nothing, and was kicked out of the class for not having any magical talent. The thing is, in a way, he never really had much magical talent. All he has inside himself is the energy. Beside this, well, he's a scientist to the magical world. He can use only chemicals, molecules, that kind of thing to his advantage. Sure, it was really only alchemists and other well-trained magic folk that could do this, but even so, he can't perform magic per say. Only science. However, as stated, he decided that it couldn;t hurt to try. So, he spoke the words.
"Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!"
Nothing. Well, for him. Almost everyone else got it. It would have made most feel bad, but Onira didn;t really care. He knew the facts. However, he gave it another try. This time changing the pitch of his voice a little bit.
"Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!"
Nothing. Onira muttered to himself.
"This is not my thing."
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Post by "The Priest" on Jun 5, 2006 19:59:29 GMT -5
The Priest was also trying. He raised his hand, and, without making any really audibly noise, whispered,
Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!
As if to spite him, a single white bolt flew out of his fingers, and colided with the cieling. It was as if he was negating the energy.
*Dammit,* He thought *Gotta focus on the dark...*
Trying again, he whispered,
Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!
And a small, insignificant black bolt
*SHIT!* He was angry * Gotta impress them*
Yelling, at full vocal ability,
Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!
A bigger, stronger bolt flew out of his fingers, and exploded against the barrier. Black shards rained down around him.
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Junpei
Student Teachers
Da-ku Kaen
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Post by Junpei on Jun 5, 2006 20:06:40 GMT -5
The Priest person was annoying as hell. He looked to be way older than anyone else in the room and he had to be. No one aged like that, unless an immortality spell went back wards.. not likely.
Looking up at the teacher Junpei smiled as he performed the simple yet effective spell. Junpei's grandfather had shown him this spell before, it was a summoner's best friend, mainly because it tapped dark magic and it was simple. Junpei could easily pull this off without a sweat and maybe even pull off two.
Junpei looked over the instructions before him and then up at the ceiling, this wouldn't take much time at all. Raising both hands up Junpei focused on the ends of his two index fingers, working on gathering mana there before releasing it into the air and up to the ceiling. As his mana began to reach the breaking point Junpei said the words.
"Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!"
Two bitch black beams shot from his fingers and splash across the barrier. Unlike Priest which had used raw power to smash into the barrier, Junpei focused his and made it wash over the barrier, giving the barrier a black coat directly above him. releasing the mana he had used Junpei brought his hands back down and smiled. Black magic was nothing new to summoners. They used it as their core principal, at least demon and unholy summoners did. Setting one hand on his desk and the other on the back of Loish Junpei set his back to the wall and awaited further instruction.
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 5, 2006 21:11:30 GMT -5
*I watched the class struggle with the bolts. I knew something like this would happen. It was, for most, their first time. One student was able to sucessfully fire two bolts. He must have had experience.*
"Come on students. Keep trying. Feel the dark energy within you. Visalize that bolt streaming from your fingers and hitting the ceiling."
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Xeryth Varson
Spell Caster
Synsk
The look of a boy best left alone.
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Post by Xeryth Varson on Jun 6, 2006 0:46:43 GMT -5
Xeryth listened quietly and intently to the instructor lecture the class on a dark magic technique. Xeryth was, as usual, a bit frightened, however, the rational part of his mind knew that the teacher was practicing them in a controlled environment, and that he should very well be safe. As the demonic instructor told the students the name and abilities of the spell, and waved his hand, causing the Words of Power to appear on his desk, and, judging by the looks of the students around him, their desks as well. The students began to attempt the spell, some beginning to get the picture, one in particular already using it quite proficiently. All the while, Xeryth sat silently, unsure if he could do the attack or not.
What if I cannot do it? This... this magic is still so new to me...
After a few moments of considering, a thought came to Xeryth, with caused a smile to burst unbridled from his face, much to the confusion of those students who happened to be sitting near him.
This is most likely just like my own abilities. All it takes is a little focus and a little confidence, right?!
Thus, closing his eyes, Xeryth pointed his finger at the ceiling and spoke aloud the Words of Power, focusing all his intent into them as he did so.
"Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!"
A spark of lightning emitted from his fingertip, streaking out a mere few inches before fizzling out. It was nowhere near the result that many students were getting, but to Xeryth, it was the world.
I did it! Or, sort of, but... I did something! Now... how can I refine it?
A few more moments of silent contemplation passed in Xeryth's mind.
It is a dark spell after all. Perhaps what one must do is focus and embrace darkness, or at least envision darkness? If I combine what I've learned here with what I was trained in all those years ago... I should be able to do this!
Again, Xeryth closed his eyes and pointed his finger to the sky, or in this case, the ceiling.
Think about something... something dark, you can do it...
Xeryth's mind went back, back to the years before his time at the Arcane Academy, back in the dark dormitories of D-13. In particular, the room he slept in was almost completely devoid of light, left that way so that one could more fully develop one's mind's eye. In his early years, however, Xeryth had not understood the concept of the mind's eye, and spent all of his nights awashed in pitch blackness. With this thought in mind, Xeryth spoke the Words of Power once more.
"Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!"
A meek bolt of lightning, black in appearance, struck out from his finger and connected with the ceiling, whereupon it was quickly and easily absorbed. Judging by the other bolts, it was still nowhere near as powerful as possible, but it seemed that Xeryth was, quite obviously, on the right track.
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Minji Étoile
Apprentice
TEH FIRST BITTEN GIRL.
Warning: Character tends to have violent mood swings.
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Post by Minji Étoile on Jun 6, 2006 10:52:34 GMT -5
Closing her eyes, the young girl relaxed her body, leaning back against her chair once again, the words memorized in her head. Slowly, she began to concentrate on the black magic, a low buzzing sound in her ears, yet, ignoring that, she continued on, concentrating on her magic, her voice, and her actions. No one else's would interfere. Slowly, very slowly, she began to zone out the people around her, and inside her mind, she was the only one in the room. It took her about five to ten minutes to do that, but in the end, it was well worth it. Fully concentrated, she slowly raised her hand next to her, not all the way up, her hand relaxed until she straightened it, making all five fingers point towards the ceiling. Minji envisioned the foreign words in her mind, thinking this would be easier for her then anyone else in the room, since she was used to black magic.
Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison...
The words appeared in her mind. Her light pink lips parted slightly to speak, her eyes beginning to open, while she chanted those foreign words quietly to herself. Nothing. Nothing happened - no spark, but Minji wasn't surprised. She questioned herself - what was she focusing on? Her power? Or the black magic? And what should she focus on? Her power, or the black magic...or both? Relaxing her body again, she attempted to do this one more time, this time, concentrating on both the black magic and her own power, saying the foreign words again, but this time, in a strong quiet-like voice, instead of a weak whisper.
"Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison..."
A black bolt flashed from her forefinger, hitting the barrier directly with a somewhat of a strong force. Afterwards, the blank girl just sat there and looked over at the teacher - if he saw, then Minji would not bother to try again. If he didn't, well, then she would wait until he wanted to see it. Her arm dropped to her side, looking around the room to see if any of the other students were successful in this little work of...art. Her face was still, an emotionless look upon her face, her dark brown orbs looking over at the clock on the wall to see how much time was left of class, then directed back to the engraved looking words on her desk. She would memorize those words - perhaps they would be of great use in battle. With a little more practice, she would be able to master the power in a matter of months - weeks, at the least.
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Onira
Student Teachers
TEH CRAZY SUICIDAL FALLING-TO-EARTH GUY
Yeah. It's THAT cool.
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Post by Onira on Jun 6, 2006 14:05:08 GMT -5
Onira sat, still in his chair, looking at his right palm. The tattoo more actually. The solomon seal on his palms that let him transmute without having to draw a circle everytime. Although it was handy, it was just a trick. It was definetely not mastery of the science. It was only a tool. A tool to perform his "Magic", however, it was still apparent to him alchemy was not a magic. Just a science that possessed some magical properties. However, like all science, Onira knew that it had it's highs and it's lows. Most lows being the failed alchemic experiments. In some cases, alchemists had used their science to altar man. To change his chemical make-up, and creates something that they thought was better. But what they did not realise was god, whether or not he exists, kept things for a reason. Humans were humans, because thats all they could be. The only transitions take place in the afterlife, which is probably a good thing. If creatures remain what they were meant to be, then the world would be much, much, much less confusing.
The blond-haired male continued staring at his hand, wondering if he had come far enough to change the air humidity, density, and that king of stuff, so he could send a REAL bolt of lightning to the ceiling. It could be fun, but Onira didn't know if, since it wasn't really a magic bolt, if the ceiling could hold up. Might as well not test it. However, Onira figured he was lacking enough in air knowledge and gas knowledge to really do anything, or listen to his gut. So, he drew a small solomn seal on his left index finger and raised it up, focusing on the humidity and the density of the air. He knew when lightning was most common to strike, but now he had the challenge of seeing if he could make it happen. He muttered to himself.
"C'mon. You know what to do. Focus on the air. Change it. It's what you do. Change it. Change it."
A small spark appeared from the tip of Onira's finger, blue in it's appearance.
"Well, atleast I got something."
The apprentice brought his finger back down and just sat silently, waiting for the next part of class to begin.
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 6, 2006 19:12:11 GMT -5
"Alright class, good enough. Some on you got it alright, some of you need a lot more work. So, let's move on to channeling dark energy. When a person is pure, free of dark energy, how does one focus it?"
*I asked some student who didn't know.*
"Anger. For some beginners, anger is an excellent way to channel dark energy. So, try the bolt again, but think of all the things in life that make you angry."
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Xeryth Varson
Spell Caster
Synsk
The look of a boy best left alone.
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Post by Xeryth Varson on Jun 6, 2006 20:10:23 GMT -5
Well... I suppose it's worth a shot...
Xeryth, whether he realized it or not, was probably one of the most pure-hearted and minded students in the classroom that day. Simply put, his entire life had been spent in seclusion, he had known nothing of good or evil, or any other antics of man. He simply knew of eating, sleeping, and working his psychic abilities. He did not even know the reason he had been training them, he just knew that he was. It was only until recently when the Mind's Exiles had released him from his imprisonment there that he'd been able to understand the truth: That he'd been swept away from the rest of society to become some sort of soldier, using his talents to defeat other enemy forces.
Focus on something that makes me angry? Hmm...
Xeryth considered what made him angry, but came up short. The secluded life he'd lived left him with little personal experience in anything, much less things that made him angry. He really had to pull back his mental perception of life, and stop looking at individual events. Once he viewed his life as a big picture, it soon came to him: Xeryth was held against his will for years, so much time taken out of his life, to force him to train for a cause he didn't even know, much less believe in. He began to realize that this, indeed, angered him, and angered him greatly.
How dare they lock me away! How dare they take me from whatever it was I had before! How DARE they...
"KOR'TALLAH YANIS PORISON!" Xeryth cried out in anger, and a full-fledged Nether Bolt flung from his fingertip, hitting the ceiling as a shower of dark, yet harmless, sparks rained down upon the classroom as the bolt was dissipated by the absorption field. Immediately afterward, Xeryth shrunk down into his seat, completely ashamed of himself for what he had just done. He may have fired a Nether Bolt, but the way he had done so, the anger he had felt while doing it, made him feel really odd, and not himself. Turning an even paler shade than his usual self, Xeryth looked up at the teacher.
"Sir... you failed to mention the... negative effects of harnessing such dark power... I suppose it should have been obvious, though..."
Xeryth quieted down, mentally slapping himself for talking to the teacher without permission, and for pointing out, even unintentionally, that even such a small spell such as this, when done like this, possibly had adverse effects.
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Post by "The Priest" on Jun 6, 2006 20:29:17 GMT -5
The Priest thought... He knew the dark arts hinged on anger, and he wasn't a naturally angry person. Revengeful, yes, but angry... no.
So, he thought. What pissed him off to no end???
Priests...
God damned Holy Men... With their brainwashings...
How many had he slaughtered, or made do menial tasks as a mindless zombie? Tens? Hundreds? Thousands? The Vatican covered it up, of course, and thats why there were so many gays... they just picked men up off the street, threw them in robes, and told them to have fun...
Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!
Was bellowed, from the deepest part of him, a semi-Russian accent tinging it. A bolt flew, crashed upon the cieling, and more of the glassy shards rained down around him, one actually cutting his semi-gloved hand. It bled, and it was sweet...
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