Dark Arts Class(NO NEW STUDENTS)

[Junpei]

Junpei Taltos didn't WANT to get angry, he was afriad of what it might do to his ind and body. How strong could a nether bolt get? Junpei didn't knw but he could imagine the effects if he let all those years of hatred at his parent death came out... the results coudl be bad. Those years that he had felt hopeless, had shut himself out and just let life go.... what if he realeased all the energy at once? Could te barrier take that kind of drain on it's power? Junpei decided he would find out. He was a dark arts student after all, it was his power source. Everytime he tapped a spell he could feel it draw on the darkness in his soul.

Loish, get away from me now...

But Boss-

JUST DO IT LOISH!

Loish was obedient and softly trailed across the room, landing on the wall he clung there and watched his master.

- In Junpei's mind-

Mom.. dad.. why did you leave me like this... why.. why in the name of all things holy, all things unholy, and for the sake of me did you die! You could have saved yourselves.. you were magic users, you could have done something. You could have saved yourselves.. saved me and HIM from all that pain. What about HIM, did you ever think about that?! Of course you didn't you never would. You died and left us alone, you couldn't just use magic and save yourselves... you had to keep magic a secret.. because you knew that if word ever got out about it... you would die anyways... YOU COULd HAVE DONE SOMETHING THOUGH!

- Back in class-

If one could see dark energy, then right now waves of it woudl roll off of Junpei and into the air. Pure, think, untamed black energy, the stuff that nightmares were made of. Junpei didn't know what he did next, or why he did it, but he did. Raising one open palm towards teh ceiling Junpei wispered the words.

"Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison..."

A five pure bolts of dark energy shot from Junpei's hand and washed over the ceiling, once again it was concentrated, like it had been before, only this time Junpei was tapping his own soul for energy, only usig mana as a medium to harness that energy and convert it to raw dark magic. As teh five bolts receeded back Junpei took in a deep breath, the air that filled his lungs stung and he was sure he had been holding his breath now. Tapping memories like that.. it wasn't a good idea for him to do it again.

Losh was about as wide eyed as he could be, he had never seen his master punch through his memories and use magic liek that before. Upon instruction he was well aware that he could one day he see the end of his master as the darkness consumed him.

Junpei felt the cold sweat drip off of his nose and land in his lap, then absorb into the material there. Junpei had, in all honesty, just scared himself more than anything. He never wanted to do that again, ever.

[Minji Étoile]

Anger... Something Minji suppressed in her feelings - something Minji no longer felt, even if she tried. Being the calm and patient girl she is, she hasn't felt such of a feeling in the longest time, so even if she felt it, she wouldn't know it was anger. She watched as other students were able to hit the ceiling with such a strong and direct force with their anger. How useless - in battle, anger would only make you completely oblivious to your surroundings. Your objective would be to destroy whatever got you angry, but you wouldn't be yourself - it cuts everything in half - your wisdom, knowledge, and sometimes, even yourself. She watched as the male population got infuriated, and shot up their power to the ceiling, while Minji had no intention of using her anger, but herself, in general.

Anger... What a useless-

Did you miss me already?? Hmm... Dark Arts class, huh? This might be of use to you in the future... I'm glad you attended this class, it shows you aren't COMPLETELY useless.[/b][/color]

A sharp pain entered her mind when the Voice spoke to her. IT didn't have a name, because she refused to give IT a name. So she gave IT a nickname... "IT" or just simply "Voice". The voice was a nuisance, it didn't anger her, but it was a bother to have a strong headache at times. Her breathing began to increase, her heart beat as well, her dark brown orbs staring down at her desk, her hands not clenched, but loose - she wondered to herself. Why had the Voice have to come now? During class, why did IT have to come now? She hoped the mind reader in the class wasn't here, because then it would cause trouble. To avoid attention, Minji willingly brought up her right hand towards the ceiling, yet with the throbbing pain in the mind, it was hard to concentrate.

Ahw... Does the little girl need help?? A killer like you should already know the basics of black magic. Dumb f--k...[/b][/color]

Harsh? Yes, the Voice IS quite harsh. Anger did not boil inside of her, still, but annoyance did. And she wanted the annoying Voice inside her head OUT. She didn't know it was an annoying feeling inside of her, but she knew it bothered her - maybe this feeling would be enough for this power? There was only one way to find out, and so she parted her lips again, a strong, yet quiet voice escaping her lips.

"Kor'Tallah Yanis-"

I'm going to make your life a living hell.[/b][/color]

Minji never got to finish her statement, her other hand grabbing the side of her head. The Voice left her mind, and soon after, the headache - and to avoid attention, she finished what she started. Using her power, of course - a black mist began to surround her right arm that was raised, and she said the foreign words again, the shadow around her arm shaping by itself, while large sparks of black like lightning escaped her forefingers, hitting the ceiling directly that was soon after absorbed, black sparks falling all around her. Her eyes were a pitch black color, the "consequence" she had when she used her powers - her eye color, even if she had contacts, would turn to a pitch black color. And slowly, the eye color began to return back to normal, and Minji acted as if nothing had happened to her.

Nothing.

[Onira]

Onira just sat, listening to the word. Anger. Something Onira hadn't felt his entire life. Sure he felt annoyance when he had to practice, but never really anger. Never the need to break anything or hurt anyone, or hate anyone. That was just one emotion he never felt to a large degree. He was really not one for the dark arts. He didn't really get very mad, and he didn't really know how to channel his mana. He was royally screwed when it came to dark arts, and really just plain magic.

"This is definetely not my thing."

The young man just continued to sit, waiting for the class to finish. He wasn't very interested in the dark arts, probably because there was nothing all that much on alchemy. If anything. The school, in actual fact, held pretty much nothing on the science. That's probably the reason Onira needed the books he had at his house. The school was unprepared for the alchemic science, Onira figured because of some of the power unlocked by it. There were few other forms which could simply touch and kill you. Then again, that was the darker side of alchemy. With enough talent and proper alchemic training, one could also heal. Repair tissue. Repair veins. Even muscle. One could become a truly great healer with alchemic training. Truly a god of life and death. That was the path of an alchemist. Life or death. The stealing of essence and the giving of it. That was an alchemist's way.

"*Sigh*"

But then again, it helps when you have more knowledge of it.

[The Judicator]

*I noticed that all of them were now producing excellent Nether Bolts. Once they used anger as a well, they were able to succeed. So, now it was time for the next lesson.*

"Alright class, excellent work. Now, how about we get a little more difficult."

*I said. I raised a finger up, and then opened my hand so all five fingers were spread out. A small purple flame appeared on the tip of my finger and began to jump to each finger and back. It was a simple exorcise.*

"This is Nether Fire. A small one though. Try to visualize the fire on your fingertips, hopping around. Don't focus too much on anger, as that would make the fire grow into a full fireball, too much for one finger. Begin."

[Junpei]

Junpei looked up at his teacher as the last bead of cold sweat dripped off him onto the floor. Loish glided back to his master and nuzzled softly into the fabric around his neck. Junpei reached up and pet his small companion lightly. He still was recovering from the last spell sequence when his teacher started into a new one.

Damnit, this is taxing...

Junpei sat up fully again and propped his back up against the wall. Holding his hand perpendicular to his body, palm out, Junpei focused on his hand. In a matter of seconds a small, very small, black flame appeare dand hovered just off the tip of his thumb. Junpei concentrated more and tried to get the small flame to jump to the next finger, but it failed and the small fire went out. It seemed that control was still something Junpei needed. Taking another moment to catch his breath Junpei opened his eyes slowly and focused on the exact spot between his thumb and index finger.

Small fire.. jumping.. across a small gap..

Teh first two jumps were successful this time and Junpei nodded. Thirty seconds and about 5 tries later Junpei had a small, black flame dancing across his fingers, sometimes skipping one but then appearing back at the beginning to be reset. Given enough time and the proper control Junpei could see how this simple dark flame spell could turn into a powerful tool for him to use.

["The Priest"]

The Priest's semi-gloved right hand stood out in front of him. Focusing his little energy into his fingers, a small spark occured.

*Damn... Harder this time*

Focusing entirely on his hand, and the nether-fire, he blocked out everyone and everything around him. Soon, his hair was flinging about wildly as a gigantic ball of flame streemed from his fingers into a central point in his palm. Squelching his hand closed, he hoped Halsephea hadn't seen him.

Focusing again, a smaller flame built, on the tip of his finger. Flicking it, it bounced from one finger to another, as though a basketball dribbling on air. He flicked it from one hand to another, and then over his head, catching it with his other hand.

He was getting skilled at this Dark Arts thing...

[Minji Étoile]

Nether... Fire...?

Minji was what you call...a pyro. Being one who was a little obsessed playing with fire, you could say she wasn't very surprised. Raising her right arm this time, she looked at the tip of her fingers, focusing upon both her magic and her hand, she closed her eyes and visualized everything in the room, excluding the students and teacher. It was just her, and her magic, nothing else - she focused again, since this was the first time ever manipulating a black fire, or what the teacher calls it, Nether Fire. While she continued to focus upon her power and finger tips, she visualized a small black flame on top of her finger; so small, that it was barely visible, but still there. And when she opened her eyes, a small black flame appeared on her pointer finger, slowly growing larger in size until it was about the size of a cough drop or a marble.

Closing her eyes once again, she still had to make it jump from finger to finger - this would prove to be a bit more difficult, but none the less, she would try. She re-visualized everything in her mind, and in her thoughts, she moved the flame, outside her thoughts, her flame jumped, but it missed her other fingers and it disapparated before it hit the ground. Thus, she created another small black flame, and this time, focusing more upon her aim then her magic - she made it jump to her middle finger, and she opened her eyes while she stared at her hand, her lifeless eyes staring at the black flame while it jumped to the next - it was like a beat. She was getting used to the fire jumping, thus, after around five minutes or so, the black little flame was jumping finger to finger at a steady pace - not too fast, but not too slow either.

She imagined another flame - since she was so fond of fire - focusing her magic while another black flame appeared, and she tried juggling two black flames at a time, only to have them collide and make a slightly larger one. Turning her hand into a fist, it disappeared, and Minji turned back to the teacher for the next..."problem".

[Xeryth Varson]

Oh no, Xeryth thought to himself, suppressing a groan of dissatisfaction. There's no way I'm going to be able to pull this one off!

Of course, even without trying, he knew this to be true. Xeryth was no mage. Magick blood did not run in his veins, as far as he knew, and he had spent absolutely no time, aside from this class so far, in practical usage of the Dark Arts, or of any classifications of magick, for that matter. He was a psychic, pure, plain and simple, and as such, was confined to that realm of abilities. The Nether Bolt was a slightly different affair, however. The combination of pure will, understanding of the magickal concepts, the dark energy channelled through anger, and most importantly, the Words of Power to start the spell all combined to give even a non-magick user such as Xeryth the necessary components to form at least a rudimentary version of the spell's effects. This time, however, there was to be no channelling, and no Words of Power, for this Nether Fire, as it was called, remained true to its namesake: Easily spread, and not so easily controlled.

Shrugging, Xeryth held his right arm upright, elbow resting upon the desk, and fluttered his fingers about for a moment, loosening them up in a vain hope that somehow the action would do some good for him. Slowly, the lids of his eyes drooped, and Xeryth went into mind's-eye view, figuring that this, at least, would give him some sort of advantage in preparing the flame. Unlike an imagination, mind's eye view went above and beyond, taking the actual sensory input from the surroundings and transmitting it into a pure mental image. In essence, it was an imagination gone wild, usually harnessed only by psychics. Combining the actual sensory data from the outside world with one's own mental imaging, it was the basis by which all psychic abilities were created and upon which many of the more demanding ones were applied. Xeryth did not know exactly how to go about forming the fire, so he simply attempted to do it like a psychic would. He began to envision a dark purple flame sprouting up from his index finger, and once the image was burned into his mind, no pun intended, he attempted to will the image into existance.

Xeryth was not sure if he truly expected to feel the heat of the flame upon his finger or not, and thus, was not sure whether or not he was disappointed upon not feeling anything but the slight residual heat of the other students, who were coming along quite nicely. Shaking his head, Xeryth merely tried it again, working out every last detail of the dark flame in his mind, and then attempting to project it into reality. After yet another failure, however, Xeryth opened his eyes, accepting the reality of his actions.

It just won't work that way. Dark Magick users must have some other medium of focusing. The limits of psychic abilities may seem to have no boundaries at times, but I cannot surpass the basic laws of physics. Try as hard as I might, no amount of imagination can simply create something that does not exist. That means that the Dark Arts users must do something to make the fire exist, something that entails more than simply imagining it to exist.

Raising his hand, Xeryth waited to see if Halcephea would call upon him. Curiosity had overtaken him, and he hoped that his wise instructor had an answer for the questions he was mulling over in his mind, and was about to ask out loud. If Halcephea did call upon him, Xeryth would ask suddenly, bursting forth his question so quickly that his usual habit of stuttering, stammering, and second-guessing himself would not have time to show forth.

"Mr. Halcephea sir, what is it that makes the fire come to be? Powers of the mind, like I possess, can not simply create matter. So the Dark Magick must have some means of changing or creating the matter that I do not... but how does it happen?"

[The Judicator]

"This is where you are wrong young Xeryth. The mind CAN create said matter. It is all about belief. If you believe your mind can create such matter, it reacts with the magic essense in your body, creating what you wish to form."

*I turned my attention back to the whole class.*

"Not too bad people. I saw a couple of you try and deal with two and only get a full fireball. This is why I said only use one. You can work your way up later. So, our next exor-"

*I said before a familiar sound emerged. The sound of some generic symphony rang out from my cel phone.*

"Excuse me a moment class."

*I picked up the phone.*

"Yes?"
- - -
"What?!"
- - -
"That's wonderful!"
- - -
"What do you mean...?"
- - -
"What in Celestia's name?"
- - -
"Oh God, I'll be right there."

*I said, closing the phone quickly.*

"Class, I must go. A substitute will be here in a moment. Something has come up. Good day."

*I finished, bolting out of the room, the grim news still in my head.*

[Xeryth Varson]

"I see," Xeryth spoke, mostly to himself, though Instructor Halcephea would most likely still be able to hear it. "That is what separates me from the rest of them. The Magickal essence that they all have is the catalyst that creates something from nothing. I suppose I can do the same, within reason, with Psi Barriers, but something as great as simply creating fire and manipulating it at will, it's truly amazing."

Xeryth was more than dumbfounded as he continued to think on this matter silently. He had begun to more fully realize the depth that magick could go, and wondered if his own abilities could even begin to scratch the surface of that depth. His thoughts, however, were shattered by the sound of a cell phone's ring tone.

That's odd, he thought to himself, cell phones aren't allowed in class, and those that keep them surely aren't stupid enough to keep the ringer on in the middle of lecture...

Looking toward the source of the sound, Xeryth noticed Halcephea himself picking up his phone and answering it. It was quite a strange sight, to see such a massive demonic entity using something as modern and human-made as a cellular phone, but these days, Xeryth tried his best to keep his mind open to anything. After all, the things he'd seen since coming to Academy were vast, and he was sure he's already seen more spectacular things in his short few months here than anyone on Earth has seen in their entire lifetime.

As Halcephea's conversation went on, his face fell, and Xeryth's did as well, his worry for his instructor mirroring his instructor's worry for whatever happened on the other end of the phone. Suddenly, the demon closed the phone, uttering a quick apology before dashing out the door in a major hurry. Xeryth, along with the rest of the class, sat in shock, unsure of what to do or say now that the teacher had left. Soon, the majority of the class began to whisper amongst themselves, the whispers soon growing into a louder multitude of voices as the students, without a teacher, began to talk freely amongst themselves. Through it all, however, Xeryth merely sat quietly, levitating his pencil up and down, quietly waiting for what was to come, worried and unsure the entire way.

[Junpei]

Junpei just stared as the phone rang adn hsi teacher exiteed the room. Loish as well was awe struck that a teacher would so readily leave a room with a multitude of students and speels going off all around. As Junpei was about to say something to Loish he felt a strange nergy wash over him. At first he shrugged it off as nothign but the realised he had forgotten to dis-spell the netherfire, and noe his hand was on fire, not burning, just on fire. Quickly killing the magic Junpei gave a nervoud laugh and lowered himself down a bit. Hopefully this new sub would be as good with black magic as the previous teacher had been. Then again with a demon teacher you couldn't go wrong.

Hey Loish, can you sense anyone comming?

Not yet Boss.

Well then try harder.

You know i can't sense anything outside this room.

Well... god damnit why can't you be more powerful?

Because i have a brain the size of a golf ball.

Well then do somethign about that.

Boss...

Loish....

Boss....

Fine....

Loish snickered and Junpei just growled.

[Onira]

Nether fire. Now, as most have already figured out, Onira can't use magic for shit. He was under the same impression as Xeryth. One could not create, only change. That was HIS element. Sure he knew of alchemists who could use forms of pyro alchemy, but he didn't really have the concentration for it. From what he had heard, pyro alchemy was more about the feel of doing it rather than the site of it that one used for regular alchemy. But like most things, Onira would never know, for he couldn't use pyro alchemy. Yet.

"Okay, here I go!"

Onira stared at this fingers intently. Chances were if it was an anime there would be a red sniper's point going from Onira's eyes to his finger. It was obvious he was concentrating hard. He was focusing all of what he thought was magical energy to that one point, trying to picture a flame. Nothing. So, he tried harder.

"C'mon!"

Onira kept focusing on the point, putting more and more intent into it. Then finally, a sound happened. Not quite the sound Onira wanted to hear either. It was a little toot. Apparently Onira had forgotten one of his sayings.

"Never underestimate the sphincter."

However, as Onira leaned back in his chair after a complete failure of the dark arts, he heard a phone being rung and answered by Halsephea. This was soon followed by "A substitue will be here", and then the teacher was off. Onira couldn't help but mutter one of his new favourite words to himself.

"Shwanky."

OOC: That word is awesome!

[The Helper]

Knocking, Knocking, On My Chamber Door...

"...Class....." was the sudden response from just outside the door. Someone, completely hooded in black, entered through the door, with a delicacy, his strange spanish accent, yet, amor of romantic thoughts filled the air surrounding him, with every step, as he spoke with delicacy, though not a single bit of his body could be seen. He held up his hands both covered in black leather, still not any of his skin seen, flickering both his forefingers, to beckon the students to follow him. "I am your substitute teacher, for an indefinite amount of time. Teacher Halsephea... will not be with us for a while. So, I am repositioning the area of this class, and serving as a substitute for several other classes, as, we appear to be a little... undermanned." Yes, delicately said. With a casual wave of his fingers, all the window shutters closed immediatly, and with a slight push to the air, where the door was, the door closed slowly, with a little 'locking' sound.

The man unhooded himself, as there was still the classroom lights illuminating the place. What looked back at the students was the face of fairly young man, a very pale face, longish white hair, and a seemingly empty stare from his blackish-white eyes. "..My name... is Felodar Kindfang. I will not let you call me Professor Kindfang, or Teacher Kindfang... if you must address me, then you shall... address me by the name given to me by my second father, Yemith, the name, Felodar." He bared his teeth, showing off a set of fangs, as he sighed, a cool mist emenating from his mouth. "..I will be your vampire substitute. Meet me downstairs, if you still wish to continue this class. Or else, meet me downstairs, those of you still participating, for tommorow's class."

With that, he rehooded himself, and waved back in the door, unlocking it with a simple finesse that almost spoke 'careless thoughts'.

[Minji Étoile]

OOC: Are we still supposed to reply here, or...? I apologize for my in-activity-ness.

As Mr. Halsephea spoke on the phone with another person, Minji remained quiet and kept her eyes on the teacher, keeping it in place instead of looking around. Curiousity was getting the best at her, and she wondered what he was talking about, and who he was talking on the other line with, however, she would have to be patient. What struck her curiousity even more was the fact that he seemed a bit surprised over the phone, and had to leave class to do whatever needed to be done. He seemed in a hurry, and he also seemed a bit shocked in a bad way. Her orbs followed Mr. Halsephea as he exited the classroom, and she directed her eyes towards a clock as she waited for the substitute to come in, who ever, or whatever, it may be.

So~ What'cha waiting for? Do something, idiot!

And so, the "voice" was back. Great, just f---ing great. She slowly moved her right hand over her right ear, holding onto the side of her face as she sat patiently, waiting for the substitute teacher. Her face showed no sign of pain, but that's because Minji was able to deal with minor pain like this quite well. It's been happening more and more often now, so she's slowly getting used to it, the reason why she doesn't wince anymore everytime the voice appears out of thin air. Minutes must have past and still no substitute came, and so she relaxed, leaning her back against her chair, then sat back up calmly as she felt an odd aura, an odd presence around. And indeed, the odd presence seemed to be their substitute teacher - a vampire.

Felodar.

When he spoke to meet him downstairs to continue class, Minji slowly rose from her seat, leaving her items on her desk - her next class would require her to pass by this classroom anyway, and if it was locked, it didn't matter. Her footsteps were light as she took her time moving towards the front - right after Felodar "vanished" is when she started moving. She could easily go downstairs just by using her power by traveling through shadows, but she didn't want to "show off" or anything, so she decided to take the long way. Extending her left arm, her fingers curled around the door nob and twisted it open, stepping out and making her way towards the stairway to go downstairs.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Her footsteps were quiet, yet audible as she went down a flight of stairs, then opened the door again, stepping into a different room as she looked around for Felodar.

[The Helper]

OOC: Sorry, short post..

There Is Hope Yet.

In the dimly lit room, underneath most of the classrooms of the school, away from sunlight, there were yet but a few desks, somewhat dingy in design, the crappy deskchairs. Looming from the front of the class sat a familiar old figure.

".. Sit."