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Post by The Helper on Aug 4, 2006 0:41:56 GMT -5
„Suche gut gebauten 18-30jährigen zum Schlachten“
Der Metzgermeister Well, this was certainly foreboding. There seemed to be a drawing madness the emenated from this room. From side to side, on all four sides of this seperate facility building which was possibly three stories high, there was just this door, in its own patch of of the wall, leading up into a vastly larger room, which was rumored to have been... 'drastically redecorated', since the older teacher who had taught Tae-Kwon-Do of the Magic Foot had died. It was an old oak door that seperated this from the generally peaceful green grass and trees that surrounded it, the pathway leading to it being made of simple cobblestones, about four-feet wide. Overall, not quite as sinister feeling as other things.
.. Until you got inside.
In the shadows of the dimly lit inner walls of this 'facility', the floor is composed of large metal platings with holes in them, a disgusting stink of something far worse then sewers. Blood. Rot. Odors that the large man in the middle of the room seemed to be enhaling with a profound feeling of excitement. Overhead, crimson drips of something nasty could be seen, just from overhead the upper level boardwalks, where various figures were chained, all of which none moved. Throughout the place, on the inner cement walls, there appeared to be Germanic runes, six statues with drums in front of them, three on each side of the wall, and one large one, just above the door, on the inside. Across from the door, across from empty halls, the empty halls of clinking and dripping, there was an eerily metal room, seperate from the rest. Hefting around his giant 'Cleaver', Der Metzgermeister slammed the butt of his poleaxe onto the floor, a great 'chafting' heard, as it became apparent that below the floors was a great pit. A great pit indeed, that echoed and reverberated with things unseenly.
At the front of the door, that masked all these hideous things, the ceiling with its contraptions and odd beings that no longer moved, but dripped, there was a notice, at the front of the door.
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Mayon
Spell Caster
Teh Sneaky
Mayonnaise gun.
Posts: 101
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Post by Mayon on Aug 4, 2006 1:33:09 GMT -5
Mayon walked out of the school. He had recently signed up for a new class, which for some reason sounded interesting to him. He was told where it was and decided to head out there to go get ready for class. He was walking around the school to find a cobblestone path. He followed the path until he came up to a building. He noticed that it looked normal but it also felt somewhat odd. It felt almost menacing. It was odd, as the building did in fact look very normal. It looked like it belonged so Mayon didn’t understand what was wrong. Mayon signed the door as “Mayon Shimauri”
Mayon opened the door and then saw the problem. The room was dark and hard to see. Mayon couldn’t believe it. It looked completely disgusting. The floor was made of metal and had holes seen all around it. For a classroom there was no desks or chairs which Mayon also took notice of. What the hell was with this room? Mayon heard a dripping sound and saw that there was a blood colored liquid that was dripping form the ceiling. Mayon looked up to see figures chained. The really bad part about those figures was that they weren’t moving. He looked around some more to see runes on the walls. He wasn’t sure what kind they were but it was pretty freaky. He also took note of the statues. They were odd looking statues with drums in front of them. What did they represent? Mayon was really was curious now. The smell was also very bad Mayon found it very disgusting and rank but got through it. He was really looking forward to this class now. It should be very interesting if they are in a room like this. Mayon looked to see a figure standing in the middle of the room.
“Uh yeah. Hello. My names Mayon I signed the waiver and I’m here for the class obviously. I have to say that this is an interesting and...rank place you have here. So I guess we will have to wait for the rest of the class then?
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Post by Excel Esprit on Aug 4, 2006 2:09:52 GMT -5
After asking around Excel got the proper directions to the building who was strangely, seperate from the school itself.
Excel walked happily, her six-foot-long pole of a weapon held gently in her left hand hitting the floor every time she stepped with her right foot on the ground. Her brown hair swayed behind her as she tited her hed this way and that as she walked, her dress being kicked up here and there as she skipped at times and her other hand held the side of it, swishing it this was and that. She was...in a pleasant mood you could say.
Finally arriving at the building, her content expression changed quickly. Her heard began to race and everytime she got nearer to the door, she felt a chill run down her spine. "It feels like death here..." she whimpered, placing her hand on the door and quickly pulling it back and squeaking. "The spirits...their..." and she trailed off with a gulp. She looked at the spot to sign in and wrote her name nicely, "Excel Esprit" before opening the door and peering inside. "Hello?" she asked, with an uncertain tone of voice. She took a step in and closed the door behind her.
Brown eyes scanned through the room, just very quickly before stepping in more...to stop dead in her tracks. Something fell on her arm and when she glanced down she noticed it was a bloody red colour. Her face turned pale and she screamed, running off only to be running towards hanging bodies. Again she screamed but louder and ran off into another direction. She stopped when she saw the other student there, stopping next to him and huffing and puffing, regaining her breath.
"Wh-what k-kind of place i-is this?" she asked herself, gripping her long ranged weapon tightly. Bubbles of tears were at the rim of her eyes but she quickly wiped them away. She calmed herself down a little, but the smell was...disgusting. 'Why did I come here? Why? No, now is the time to be brave Excel! Brave!'
She stood there quietly then, looking towards the door in hopes of other students comming. This class was...going to be quite something she could feel it.
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Mayon
Spell Caster
Teh Sneaky
Mayonnaise gun.
Posts: 101
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Post by Mayon on Aug 4, 2006 2:30:38 GMT -5
This would be one of those things you don’t see everyday. Mayon thought this but he wasn’t just thinking about the room. The room itself was disgusting and smelled awful but after getting past all that the weirdest thing was that a few seconds later a girl walks in only to barge in screaming and then scream even louder as she took sight of what was in the room. She then ran up to Mayon. Mayon felt sorry for her. She was very scared.
“Hey excuse me but are you alright? You seem to have taken quite the shock and if you need reassurance you should just know that I doubt any of this is actually going to hurt us. Also there will be other students here so I am sure you will feel much more safe. But that isn’t the point of the class. It isn’t to feel safe. So right now just be brave.”
Mayon smiled as he said this. He might as well make the bets of this hellhole so that he can get a good grade on this class. He looked at the girl’s weapon. It seemed to be very long. It was interesting and then Mayon looked at his own weapon. His sword, which he cared for so much. Escaflowne was its name and it had been passed down though generations of family. Mayon looked back at the teacher and wondered what he was planning to do. He moved around the room looking at the statues and the runes. It was rather nice. He had to admit. The design was interesting and the runes did seem unique. But what was the point of having them in the classroom. Was it just to make it look scarier or was it for something else. Could they help teach or were they merely ornaments.
Mayon had no idea about any of this and he didn’t much care although he didn’t want to get into this class so he hoped more showed up soon. But with no desks or chairs he doubted they would be sitting unless they were made to sit on this disgusting floor. Mayon still didn’t know but he just arrived and he was sure he would know soon. but what was the point of knowing unless it helped in class.
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Darian Dumonte
Spell Caster
Sirius' Apprentice Skydevaaben
The surge of life resides in my magic.
Posts: 227
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Post by Darian Dumonte on Aug 4, 2006 2:47:11 GMT -5
Darian stepped into the classroom after signing his name and he heard Mayon's voice saying nothing as he spoke to the girl. He was armed with more then usual although the mantle around his shoulders concealed it all. He wore his hood up which concealed his features in darkness. He came here to study and was intent on it. He heard the girl's (Excel) voice and he turned nodding politely at her as he walked over to the oppisite wall and leaned against it. He leaned against the wall having read the notice but, he didn't seem to worry about it. A Gun Mage was created during an era of war. He would fit into this class nicely.
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Robert
Apprentice
The Original Life-Sucker!
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Post by Robert on Aug 4, 2006 2:52:50 GMT -5
The dark chill of a child's tainted aura was once again becoming evident in the halls. In some small way, it was sort of a usual feeling to the passers-by. At least to most of them. Quite a few of the students had been around the anti-social child. Most with negative intent, but at least a few who were nice. Of course, it didn't matter. None of them were a part of Robert's life.
He glanced slightly at the notice that hung from the rather large door of this fairly new class. Or so it seemed. It was, in a way, odd that Robert would even glance at the notice, yet alone continue studying it with his dull orbs. One suspected it because of a very basic thing that existed in the school. One would have to enter a populated area eventually. The same rule applied to the small boy. Even he, the one cursed with a battery-like body, had to enter the classroom.
Robert's lifeless orbs, for one reason or another, continued to study the notice. He could already hear at least two other students inside. One could only hope their would be not many more, given the circumstances of the somewhat forced upon entrance of Robert.
He slowly placed his hand on the knob, not feeling the dark aura some others seemed to. To him it was natural. Almost a regular part of life. Well, that made sense, given that it was, in fact, a regular part of his life.
A weak pull of the already slightly open wooden barrier between the two very different realms started the reaction of the child's entrance. He found himself inside after just a moment, the dripping crimson liquid landing in a spot barely infront of him, as well as the thick aroma of rotting flesh, blood, and probably a few other no-title-needed substances entering the nostrils of Robert. His orbs looked around for a moment before the boy continued at a slow pace to stand in one of the far corners. Given the circumstances, it seemed somewhat correct to give one's name. However, it was more likely than not only because of the teacher. For once, the rules did not concern him and the teacher. Most of them were already aware of the young boy's unusual condition, so conversation as well as social contact with them posessed no need of worry. Yet still, Robert preffered to remain silent when he could. Even when the rules did not apply.
"Robert Hiru."
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Shea
Spell Caster
Juvel
Jewels and emotions are my weapons.
Posts: 225
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Post by Shea on Aug 4, 2006 3:04:22 GMT -5
Shea walked into the classroom after signing the waiver. She knew these waivers were only for the academy and teachers protections but she felt confident enough that she would be able to do her best with what was thrown at her. It would be nice to learn to fight in the least she didn't know if she could kill some one but she was definatly going to try.
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She scanned the room with her apple green eyes and saw .. Darian and Mayon. She sighed and walked past them both to a wall farther away. They would probably find a reason to fight in here against each other and she really hoped they just relaxed and let the class go as planned and not go crazy on each other.
She pulled a rubber band out of her pocket and began pulling her hair up in a pony tail. She wore a short jean skirt and a dark blue long sleeve tshirt that hugged her curves. She went through the myriad of jewels on her body checking they were there and a small velvet bag hung off a belt loop with extras.
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madelyn
Spell Caster
Klaverspiller
This song is my soul.
Posts: 151
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Post by madelyn on Aug 4, 2006 3:23:00 GMT -5
The shy blonde girl walked out to the small building. Her thin frame held on it a turtle neck tank top to hide the scars that cris crossed her back and yet give her the cool summer wear. Jeans on her lower half were light in color a pink belt showed off it's pastel color between her black tank and her blue jeans.
Her blonde hair was pulled back up into a pony tail today her flute carried in her case that hung off her belt on a clasp attatched to the pink belt that encircled her tiny waist. She placed her hand gently on the door and pulled it open. She didn't speak. Never in eleven years. Only once had she uttered something recently but before then never and still she spoke to no one she didn't know and even most that knew her never heard her speak.
She froze as she looked at the decor of the room but swallowing hard knowing this was a class she stepped in her blue eyes opened wide in a bit of fear and shock suddenly wishing she knew someone here. She closed the door silently and made no noise not even her footsteps seemed to make a sound as she stepped into the room of death.
Death.. it was what they were here to learn. Never in her life did she intend to take another persons life but here she was in a class to learn how to do that very thing. But she knew that she needed to get stronger and she had her flute. If anything turned bad or someone needed support she was here and her music would work. Scanning the room for a familiar face and seeing none she moved to the girl with black hair. She was standing far from the two boys in the room and Madelyn's past didn't let her get too close to men. Only one had gotten close enough to touch her and that was it. He was lucky. And too so was she. She gave the girl with the black hair a smile and leaned against the wall next to her.
Not a word spoken. No sound made. This truly was a silent girl.
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Mayon
Spell Caster
Teh Sneaky
Mayonnaise gun.
Posts: 101
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Post by Mayon on Aug 4, 2006 12:20:47 GMT -5
Mayon was still examining the room as he heard the door open a couple more times. Mayon was scribbling on pieces of paper. He was writer down what the room looked like and what was in it. He looked around to see five other students and the teacher. Mayon continued writing for a couple of minuets until he spotted Shea. He smiled and waved to her and put his head back into his papers.
Once Mayon was done writing he looked around again to see if he knew any of the students and he recognized two. He saw that kid again that he had seen on the streets and in the café one day. The day Darian shot Mayon from behind. Mayon still didn’t like Darian for this, as there is no honor in shooting someone when they are busy looking away at something else. Then Mayon noticed a Darian that was just great. So now Darian was here but Mayon should still make the best of his time. Mayon had also seen Shea. A black haired girl with green eyes who he had also met one day on the streets of Babylos. He looked around. He saw the girl who had entered the room and started to scream. Then there was one more girl who he didn’t know. She was blonde and didn’t seem evil. Mayon smirked and he knew not to judge everyone just by the way they look. She could be completely evil for all he knew.
Mayon took out all his transmutation papers and counted them. He still had a large amount of them. Mayon wasn’t wearing his gloves right now because the scar n his right hand hadn’t appeared today. Mayon thought this as a good thing. He would feel better if it didn’t show up as he had no idea what it did or if it would help him or not. Mayon was still not sure about the scar on his hand but this class wasn’t to teach him about his past. The title of this class was “So you want to learn how to kill people.” But Mayon still wasn’t sure what they were going to learn. They could have to kill people in this class and they may not. Although by the look of this room it wasn’t going to be a pleasant class. The dark humid room didn’t feel very safe but how bad could a class get. Mayons heart sank as he thought that it could get so bad that you had to sign a waiver before going to the class. Mayon had to say that that didn’t make him eel any safer but he was still unfazed and ready to learn because he was sure this class would be very interesting. But what could they be learning. This still itched the back of Mayons brain. He really wanted to know so badly.
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Jonathan Winters *Deceased*
Spell Caster
"Now, now at the end of my life... I know my greatest folly. ..Forgive me for only just realizing."
Posts: 119
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Post by Jonathan Winters *Deceased* on Aug 4, 2006 15:40:13 GMT -5
'So You Want To Learn How to Kill People'?? What sort of class name was this? Jonathan shrugged to himself, but knew this was going to be bad. Bad memories. Silently, he sat there, in his dorm, his generic sniper suit on, his M82A1 slung over his shoulder, his beretta in his hands, as he looked at it, mask just sitting behind him, on the counter. Putting it away in one quick motion, he swivled around, seeing next to his mask... the E-killers. His right hand dwelled close to it, and snapped it up, his left hand opening it, pouring out one. Jonathan grimaced. Today, he'd need this thing. Madelyn had signed up for the waiver, so, there was a possibility that she was in this class too. Personally, he would've skipped out on it, but, he was taking no chance. ... Der Metzgermeister... it ment... 'The Butcher'. Feelings, feelings overwhelmed him.... bad, this was bad, this was--- quietly popping the pill in his mouth, waiting for a moment. Just a moment, didn't have long to wait. The effect was near-immediate, as if a pipeline was pumping away all his feelings, his eyes suddenly becoming blank, as he shuddered slightly at the loss of emotion. That went away in another five seconds, as he stared ahead, the emotion flushing back in, but only weakly, only into his eyes. Nodding to himself, he stood up, turning to his mask, his right hand going up to it, but then, falling away. No, not today, today wasn't a mission. No need to look scary. Ready, he made for the door. Quickly, he looked side to side, and sneaked a peak inside of Madelyn's room. She wasn't there. Had to hurry. Quickly, he made his way down the corridor...
With subtle 'clumps' his boots made their way to the seperate facility, after so several minutes of transversing through the hallways of the school. Strange. Looking around him, he saw nothing but tall grass, a simplistic looking building, about three stories high, and.. a few trees in the scenery. This was too simple looking. Something in his gut told him.. this wasn't right. Slowly, cautiously, making his footfalls extremally slow, so that he wasn't heard, even to himself, he slowly made his way to the front oak door. His eyes flicked to the notice. Ominous. His right hand took its time, going up to the door knob, just barely touching it, when things raced through his mind, dark thoughts, and his hand flew back a few inches. Something evil was brewing in here. What if Madelyn was already in there? Had to go in. Without a second thought, his left hand rushed to it, his right hand reaching for his beretta, whipping it out, as he took a silent step into the classroom. Madelyn. She was here. Drip. Drip. Drip. Jonathan looked around, at his exposed shoulder, feeling drops of.. something, land on him. Behind him, the door closed on its own. Slowly, adjusting his eyes, he looked around. If not for the pill, he would've gasped. .. These were Germanic runes, that inlaid the walls... whirling around, looking at the top of the door, there lay a fierce looking statue, making him look around even more, his nose breathing in the foul air. This place... it reaked of death. Down below, he looked, at the ongoing darkness. And at the man who stood towering, in the middle of the room. And six students, none of whom he'd ever met, except for Madelyn. Silently, he walked through, ignoring the dropping blood, from overhead. It was just a distraction. With a sudden hard step, almost tripping on one of the small holes, there reverberated a loud empty noise in the floor below them. With a few more steps, he was next to her, next to Madelyn. Looking at her, nodding, he kept his sidearm at his side, holding it somehwhat loosely. Sidestepping closer to her, he waited. This place..
Seven students, and one teacher. One insane teacher, it appeared... the German words were clear to him. This was 'The Butcher' who stood before them all. A little girl, a seemingly rambunctious boy, a young man who seemed rather bundled up more then would be thought normally, a black-haired girl, and a man who appeared to have the most class out of all of them were all that were here, besides Madelyn and himself. Hopefully, they'd be able to handle whatever this man had to throw at them.. because, something told him in his gut.. something evil was going to happen here. His eyes swivled back to her, saying 'Be ready..'.
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Darian Dumonte
Spell Caster
Sirius' Apprentice Skydevaaben
The surge of life resides in my magic.
Posts: 227
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Post by Darian Dumonte on Aug 4, 2006 17:29:29 GMT -5
Clomp.
Darian looked up his features coming to view in the dark room as the Gun Mage turned his attention to Winters feeling an aura of similarity. This man knew how to use a gun. Darian could feel it. There was just something in the way that he carried himself the suggested longtime familiarity with guns. More importantly Winters had an aura about him that said he knew how to kill. How to be quiet about it. It almost made a shiver go down his spine as he considered it. Fear? Respect? Admiration? What was it about this man that made Darian try to figure him out. That made him fear yet respect at the same time. There was just something about Winters that was interesting.
There's just some things I want to understand it he seems to be one of them.
Now while Darian was a Gun Mage the Gun Mage was more of a jack-of-all-trades able to learn other spells but, at the same time knew their limitations. Without a gun to focus them their attack spells were dramatically weaker. They had learned to focus attack magic through their gun and without one it was harder to cast an attack spell. Darian knew he'd never rise to mastery in other disciplines given the innate nature of his magic but, he sure as hell could learn. It was the ability to learn and to come up with unique styles that made the Gun Mage stand alone he knew that. It was taught to him by his grandfather the last Dumonte Gun Mage who had instructed Darian before he had left for Arcane Academy.
And now here I am learning how to kill.
Still the murkiness of the room he did not like and his sixth sense was straining to try and sense what the more sensitive sensed. He removed something from his cloak. A bullet that glowed with the brilliancy of a torch and sat it down on the ground. To give the place more light and to make it less intimidating. After all darkness was merely the abscense of light.
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Post by Phae on Aug 4, 2006 20:27:14 GMT -5
Phae walked outside the academy. It was class day and she only prayed truthfully that the pervert teacher wasn't teaching it or she would be sorely tempted to take certain body parts off with her sword and never give it a second thought.
She saw the building and she tucked her long red hair behind her ears to get it out of her way. Thankful now she had brought a band to put it up with. This class was to teach her how to kill people well she had sword fighting down to a science so that wasn't really a problem except that she had morals!! So why was she here? Well hell she didn't know but she was.
Her hand wrapped around the door handle and she pulled it open and looked around at all the students. They all looked like they were scared and once Phae's eyes' ran around the room she knew why. Immediatly her stomach turned at the blood and the smell. She scanned the room.. okay there was Jonathan. She knew him at least she knew one person in this room of students. My goodness she was falling down on her job of meeting and greeting all the new students. Well heck they were all here! Let's all learn to kill together!! Right..
She walked over to Jonathan and she smiled seeing the German runes.. she froze looking around reading what she could. Oh lovely.. this class was going to be interesting to say the least.
"Hey Jonathan." she said with a smile.
Phae leaned against the wall to the free side of Jonathan wondering who the girl he was standing so close to was but figured Jonathan would either introduce them or not but it mattered little at the moment. She wore her clothes as normal a black skirt that fell to her mid thigh hung on her hips similar to those the cheerleaders in public high schools tended to wear. A button down white collared shirt on her upper torst a belt crossed her hips loosely a sword.. her sword hung from the left side her left hand lay gently on the hilt ready to use it at a moments notice but right now she was just resting and looking around the room.
She put a rubberband between her teeth and began to pull back her long red hair and she put the pony tail holder around the thick mass of hair getting it out of her face. If she was here to fight there was no reason to keep it down.
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Lienn~
Spell Caster
Like, whoa. || On-again, Off-again activity...deal with it. ||
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Post by Lienn~ on Aug 4, 2006 21:23:23 GMT -5
Wow, this class didn't seem subtle at all. But if she were to ever become truly strong, she must learn to kill people, whether she liked it or not. After signing the notice on the door 'Lienn Deveraux,' she walked in, lucid blue eyes glancing about for anyone she recognized. There was Winteres, looking as stoic as ever, and there was her new friend Excel. A smile broke across the face of the blonde girl as she waved to Ex and walked over to sit next to her. Smile faltered slightly as she saw her friend was visibly nervous, almost to the pont of tears, and she realized she as probably acting too happy for such a morbid class.
"Are you alright?"
She asked, sympathy slipping into her voice and smile as she tried to comfort her. She slung her bag off her shoulder and let it fall to the ground beside her feet, her eyes still on her friend.
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Post by Excel Esprit on Aug 4, 2006 22:03:54 GMT -5
Excel bit her lower lip, but nodded at the encouragement she had received from the boy. Her bright eyes shimmered, showing that she was holding back her tears. What was she doing here? She was like a robin underwater! She just didn't belong here. 'But, if I want to be stronger...and not let myself be pushed around...then I must.' she thought hugging herself gently. She gulped hard then sighed. "I'll be alright." she answered, thought her tone was everything but convincing.
Her eyes turned to the door, watching students arrive at different times, one by one. She took a good look at each one of them, and still she felt rather uneasy. She guessed that she was probably the youngest here, no suprise. Unless she wasn't then she wasn't really paying close enough attention. Regardless, all the people who came in she didn't know. 'Obviously, Excel. You've met only two people.' she thought with a frown.
As time went by slowly, Excel became more nervous. She watched others stick together while she stayed by herself there at the middle of the room. But just then, someone she knew actually entered. As Lienn sat next to her, Excel quickly plopped down on her knees and placed her right hand on her lap. Her left hand had slid down the pole and held it up still but closer to the bottom, making it harder to keep up. Her eyes and smile showed that she wanted to be glad, but, it also showed her fear.
"I-I'm o-okay. I-I'm n-n-not s-scared." she said, sighing. "Wh-who am I kidding? I-I'm T-ter-terrified. But I'll be okay. I know it."
She took another look around the room and gulped hard.
"So...I guess we are going to learn to kill?" she squeaked, blinking a few times. Oh how she knew she'd do badly in this class. Not only that, but the teacher sort of creeped her out as well.
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Xeryth Varson
Spell Caster
Synsk
The look of a boy best left alone.
Posts: 154
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Post by Xeryth Varson on Aug 4, 2006 22:31:34 GMT -5
I must be quite insane.
These words were the main thoughts in Xeryth's mind as he strode toward the separate building, wherein the latest class was supposedly being held. All he knew, from various rumors he had picked up while making the rounds about the Academy, was that this class, for some odd reason, was about death of some sort. Knowing he had been rather inept with the Dark Arts spells of earlier, and instantly associating what little he knew of this class with that previous encounter, Xeryth had assumed that this was another off-shoot of the Dark Arts classes. Unfortunately, once he got to the great doors, and began to read the notice at the door, his eyes shot open and his eyebrows raised in incredulity.
Truly, I have met my match in insanity.
He read on, soaking in all of the knowledge of this "Der Metzgermeister", the Butcher, in the German tongue, and his ground rules, only three of which he could fully understand with his limited command of the German language. And of those he read, none he felt too terribly comfortable with.
Well... at least I don't have to proclaim my sexiness again.
With a wry smirk, that was enough to make Xeryth decide that maybe, just maybe, killing people, or at least learning how, wouldn't be so bad. He quickly signed his name and, taking one last deep breath and holding it, pushed open the door.
The sights, or lack thereof, and smells instantly took that held breath away from him. The most pungent odors that Xeryth had ever pesonally witnessed, blood, rot, and other rather unsavory smells assaulted his olfactory system, threatening to shut it down with their sheer power. Amidst it all sat a very large man, who seemed to be enjoying not only the smells, but seemingly the fear of the other students around. Closing his eyes, Xeryth decided he'd have a better time of making sense of things in the dark if he didn't actually bother with using his eyes to see.
Mind's Eye View came easily, and the figures revealed themselves, and their emotions, to him. Most all of the students he did not know well, save for two: Excel Esprit and Phaedra Weiss. The general emotion that rolled forth from the students was a combination of worry and fear. There were a few exceptions, though. One student (Mayon) seemed to be oblivious to everything, giving off an unsafe, but generally not too worried feeling. A cavalier-looking fellow carrying a revolver looked wholly at ease, leaning against the wall and giving off a confident vibe that Xeryth easily acquired mentally. A young student, younger than even himself or Excel, gave off, strangely enough, a hard feeling of Apathy. It wasn't that he was worried or confident, he just didn't care at all. Finally, there was another student that Xeryth knew, but not well enough to truly say he did. Jonathan Winters. Sniper. The only other student, from Xeryth's knowledge, to have a background anywhere near his own. D-13 was a huge factor in both student's lives before now, which had originally started them out on the wrong foot. Xeryth, in his worry over an incapacitated Phae, had instantly accused Winters of being a D-13 agent sent to take him back. He found himself sorely mistaken, however, and was yet to truly make peace with the older student. His current emotional state, however, was truly intriguing. Jonathan gave out nothing. Not a single note on the spectrum of emotions emanated forth from the boy. This would seem strange, but Xeryth had remembered the drugs assigned to Jonathan, and even to Xeryth, though he had never used them: The E-killers. Subduing teenage hormones and general emotions in subjects, intended to essentially numb their specialist soldiers to the outside world, leaving them all the more effective in battle. The fact that Jonathan felt the need to use them today put Xeryth off a bit.
The young boy truly had no idea what was going to happen, and had no idea if he was ready, yet here he was, regardless.
He slowly, eyes closed, viewing by mind and not by sight, walked in and decided, for no particular reason, to come to a standstill near Excel. "Hey..." He whispered quietly to her, his usual shiness being broken for the moment to address the girl. "D-don't worry... you're not the only one frightened today..." Whether the girl would find it odd that Xeryth, who had just walked in and not heard a word she'd said about being scared, would know exactly how she was feeling, he wouldn't know until a bit later.
Xeryth himself, though a little uneasy, was on the whole none too put off. As bad as it might sound, killing people, simply with the use of his mind alone, was the end goal of all of his D-13 training. Even if those days were long gone, the principles never really left the boy. In effect, these classes, though he loathed to admit it even to himself, would be just a refresher course.
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