So You Want To Learn How to Kill People? Lesson 1

[Darian Dumonte]

Darian walked over to Xeryth, Excel, and Leinn not minding the room indeed the bullet he had in his hand glowed like a torch and he set it down on the ground. He looked up his red eyes blinking a few times as he studied each person in turn taking them in for a moment. Each had their own unique abilities no doubt and he was briefly curious as to what everyone could do. Indeed he made a move and decided to be conversational. With the light the room didn't seem as dismal and Darian threw back his hood for a moment and gave a friendly smile.

"I'm sure we all have our own fear but, it's not so bad with alittle extra light. After all darkness is only the absence of light. Darian Dumonte, a pleasure to meet you all."

His accent was french, his tone friendly as he gently shook each person's hand in friendly greeting. His guns shifted under his mantle but, the thick mantle kept his arsenal from being seen. They also made no real noise as the holsters kept them still.

"I'm sure the class isn't as bad as it seems and even then it's not as bad when you have other's around."

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

For an odd reason, he felt the eyes of someone on him, perhaps of one of his classmates, but, he couldn't be sure. There was a sudden light, that Winters looked to, as his head shifted slowly, looking down at the ground at the source. A bullet. Raising an eyebrow at this, Jonathan peered over at the young man with the red mantle. Interesting.. there was skill, this guy had skill. A sense that one gun handler undoubtly had for another. .. Was it possible that he was an Ace? That'd be more then interesting, that'd be extroadinary, and in this stage of his life. Just hoped the D-13 didn't pick him up, and look at him as a possibility to add to their repetoire of magical gunsmen. These thoughts were interrupted in turn by a familiar voice. "Hey Jonathan." Jonathan whirled around. Rosenrot Phaedra Weiss. Rosenrot, a nickname had had developed for her, due to her flaming red hair, and her heritage as a German as well. At a time, possibly had a crush on her, but stayed away, due to the fact that she had a boyfriend. She felt more like a... mother ...or a sister, anyways. The E-killers were still in effect, however... couldn't bring himself to smile. So, he nodded respectfully. "..R-rosenrot.. h-hello." Putting back his beretta for a bit, at the site of his first friend, he nodded, taking Madelyn's right hand with his left, and clasped it. To signify it.. he forced a blush, and nodded at Phae, as to say, 'she's with me'. Happiness shown through his eyes, but, the feeling died on his face, as he returned his attention to the surroundings. Drip, drip, drip... he'd need to clean off his suit, after this. If he was lucky, it would only be blood..

Another student walked in, the door closing behind her as well, turning his head to look at the newcomer, noticing her to have a slightly more upbeat outlook. Good for morale. She went over to the little girl, seemingly comforting her. But the door opened again.. it was Xeryth. He'd accused him of being someone who'd taken him away (and quite honestly, he had been ordered to do that with a few individuals, as disgusted as he would be to admit that). He seemed to notice him. In turn, he acknowledged, just nodding his head. Something curt and to the point, for someone who he was at least acquaintenced with, if, not in the best of good first impressions, but, she was Phae's friend, her 'little brother', as she had once described him with affection. A psychic, he'd heard. He'd be a deciding factor in today's lesson. As well as the guy with red eyes. For some reason, his gut told him that those two, for certain, would definetly be dependable. Indeed, his classmate went over to a few of the girls in the class, seemingly comforting them. As he was more paying attention to Der Metzgermeister, however... he could only make out a French accent. He waited, cautiously, looking at Madelyn, giving her hand a reaffirming squeeze that he'd be there, his eyes, scanning the area, urgency... urgency.

"... S-stay o-on g-guard.."

[Onira]

The mix of fast breaths, wheezing, and fast-approaching (yet fairly light) foot steps begun to fill the halls. Some looked, some stared, some laughed, but few ignored. Heck, it wasn't every day you saw a seventeen year old running through the halls of a very large (and somewhat prestigious) school, wearing only a pair of grey boxers. Not to mention probably half a litre of sweat covering his body, as well shoe laces, pant legs, and the bottom of a white cloak, all flailing behind said teenager after being pretty much balled up underneath his arm. Add on to that the waist-length blond hair being pulled back with every stride and shining on and off after every contact with the sunlight that shone through the hall-side windows. Not a very common sight. At least not for the common man.

Naturally, who was the sweating, running, and overall attention (and possibly detention) attracting young man? Why Onira, of course. Then again, not too many in the school needed to guess that. It was, on average, just a regular entrance into the world of Onira. The very, very, very nervous Onira.

He continued his fast trek through the halls, his obvious lack of endurance beginning to catch up on him in the form of a sharp pain starting in his side. It was becoming fairly evident to both him and the ever watchful by-standers that he had been running too fast for too long. But, it didn't matter anymore. He was almost there.

He reached out to the door that was already beginning it's descent to the rim of the classroom, his mind wandering, only for a second, to the beginning of his journey. The training grounds. His second session of practice using the concussion wave skill, and ultimately the reason for him being almost completely naked. He had slipped down to his bares and bottoms to get the slight cool breeze of summer while he trained, yet had seemed to not have quit practice early enough, for yet he had not gotten the time to clothe himself before entrance of the next class, which of course, Onira forgot about.

The teen's violet orbs were becoming desperate now, everything seeming to move in slow motion. He could begin to hear the song in his mind. His theme song for the moment.

Eye of the tiiiiiiiiigeeeeeeeeeeer

"Almost..."

He launched his body off of his right foot, his arms flailing and clawing for the small bit of space between the door and the classroom. It had almost shut. However, in that split second, "almost" seemed worse than failure..

Right between the eyes was where it landed. The wooden wall right between the two sides of the door. The thin yet still very hard length. Naturally, the landing point and beginning of the backwards deflection of Onira's skull, his back landing on the floors of Arcane Academy. Soon followed was the rear of his head, two blank eyes looking at the overhead light. For a minute they remained dull, but slowly life returned to them, Onira's back beginning to rise as he sat up, seeing quickly that he had failed, signalled merely by a click!

"Failure. Damn!"

He lifted himself up slowly, beginning to clothe himself once he did so. He had already missed his mark to arrive at the class, and even he could see the logic of at least putting on his clothes after the recent events.

After getting himself dressed, Onira threw the white cloak over his shoulders, then pushed a finger up against his nose. He sighed a sigh of relief. Luckily his nose hadn't been broken, which was always a good thing. With that all checked out, he gave a quick glance to the paper, quickly skimming through the rules and such, coming to the conclusion that although the class would be skidish, it would be survivable. Hopefully.

He turned the knob, then pulled back fairly quickly, walking in with the regular feel of confidence, but a slight of disgust at the fairly rank (not to steal your word, Mayon) smell of the room. Even more so annoying was the drop of blood that hit his white cloak. Not cool. For a second, Onira had to think if the teacher even knew how hard it was to get red out of a white cloak. But, eventually he shook it off and walked over to Phae. He gave her a grin and a quick greeting.

"Howdy!"

[Phae]

Phae leaned against the wall next to Jonathan who greeted her as warmly as he did when on his meds. She smiled up at him brightly. He was the only one that called her that name and it always made her smile. He had helped her out so much while Junpei had been gone giving her the one night of sleep she had acquired during that week.

Phae was now healthy again and better looking than ever before truthfully. Her hair had grown out and after working her body to all extremes she was well toned yet still held that feminine quality.

"Ahh, I love that name." she said with a smile and a giggle as she looked over at Jonathan only now noticing the blonde girl next to him.

"I also wanted to thank you for being there for me when I really needed you." she said softly.

"Vielen Dank, für dort für mich zu sein, als ich wirklich Sie gebraucht habe. Für Geben schlafe mich. Für ein Freund zu sein. Ich werde nie vergessen, was Sie für mich machten. Sie werden immer ein sehr enger Freund zu mir sein. Ich nicht vielen Dank genug für das. Nie in einem Million Jahr. Aber ich habe Sie gewollt zu wissen, dass wenn Sie je irgendetwas brauchen, das ich hier sein werde. Keine Materie was Sie wo und wissen, wie mich zu finden. Wieder vielen Dank." she told him softly in German looking up into his eyes her own ones soft.

Thank you for being there for me when I really needed you. For giving me sleep. For being a friend. I will never forget what you did for me. You will always be a very close friend to me. I cannot thank you enough for that. Never in a million years. But I wanted you to know that if you ever need anything I will be here. No matter what you know where and how to find me. Again thank you

She watched her eyes wide when he reached down and took the young girls hand and a huge smile crossed Phae's face. She looked up at Jonathan her eyes happy and bright as they had always been save that one week. He told her with his eyes that they.. were together. He even spoke to the girl. It had taken a bit for him to speak to Phae. She was even more intrigued about the girl now.

Phae giggled and threw her arms around Jonathan's waist in happiness for him of course no one else. She pulled back and winked at him.

"I'm so happy for you!" she said giving him a fake punch on the arm.

She turned to the girl and extended a hand.

"I'm Phae." she said with a smile. "So nice to meet you."

[madelyn]

This room. It had the presence of evil so she thought as she looked around. Her violet blue eyes searching the room around her taking in everything never uttering a word. She moved closer to Jonathan just being as close as she could but not touching. She didn't want to embarass him infront of all the other students by hugging or holding his hand. She and he had yet to be in real public together instead the two silent students spent much of their time his one another's dorm.

Her attention was turned when a female voice addressing Jonathan. She turned and heard Jonathan call her a name. Madelyn stood there listening trying not to be jealous but she was it just came up in a flash. She watched as the happy girl who had to be the exact opposite of herself talked with Jonathan. Even said something in German. She knew Jonathan was German but it was a bit awkward to not know anything she said to him it only made her more curious.

His hand grabbed hers and she softened as she looked up at him and smiled gently. She could see in his eyes the care he had for her and she was definatly calming down now. That was of course until she hugged him. Madelyn's eyes flashed and her grip on Jonathan's hand got a bit harder as she looked up at him not understanding who this girl was and why she was so.. happy and huggy.

Suddenly a hand in front of her. HER hand and Madelyn looked between Jonathan and this girl.. her name now was Phae apparently. Madelyn shook the red heads hand and nodded. She pulled out her pad and pen from the bag always on her hip and opened it. Inside the first page was written her name in a very artistic fashion.

Madelyn.. that was her name.

[Lienn~]

A smile broke across the face of the blonde french girl as another student came forward to comfort Ex. He looked a bit shy, but it was nice that he took the time to pervay smypathy to the more nervous students. It seemed they were all a bit wary of this class, with the blood and killing and everything, just thinking about it made Lienn shudder, her smile giving way to icy fear for the slightest of moments. Did she really have the strength to kill? Could she really think she had the power to take someone's life away? She placed a gentle hand on Ex's shoulder, if she couldn't help herself from being afraid, she could at least help her friend.

"C'est d'accord.."

She said soothingly, sympathetic smile back in place. She looked up, however, as another new student joined their group. Darian Dumonte, he introduced himself as he gave handshakes all around. She was a bit taken aback by his open peppy nature i such a dreary scene. Maybe it was more people like him that would make this class not so bad. Light blue eyes twinkled as she appraised him.

"Pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Dumonte."

[Darian Dumonte]

"Le plaisir est toute mine Mademoiselle. Fera la jeune avec vous fille est bien?"
[The pleasure is all mine miss. Will the little girl with you be fine?]

Darian asked calmly in French as he indicated Excel the young girl seemed to be having a hard time with this as was a few others. However, to balance Darian hoped others would try to make the situation less intimidating. He opened his eyes and turned them to Excel giving an encouraging smile. The poor girl seemed totally out of her balance in here. He imagined the several people were this room's title was not eactly easy to cope with. Learning how to kill when several magics weren't intended to do such a thing. It was a ludacris thought.

How about I come in.

Orchid...

He did know however, that the cat was a comforting presence to have around and even Darian was still uneasy about to place. He nodded after a moment and opened the door. A large black cat entered the room his claws clicking with the ground. Orchid could smell the rank defiling smell on his nostrils but, chose to ignore. The black snow leopard moved elegantly and rubbed agast his owner's legs and Darian couldn't help but, crack a smile at the cat.

There it's not so bad.

Easy for you to say you're not learning the spells.

Orchid gave a soft laugh in Darian's mind as Darian walked back to where Excel, Leinn, and Xeryth were. The cat walked with him and Orchid looked at them for a moment. Maybe he'd get more attention to his ears.

"Merow."

The cat let out a low meow and laid by Darian's feet as he looked at the place uninterestedly.

((OOC: So you don't have to run the translator Leinn or Excel, I'll be running my translations under my french.))

[Excel Esprit]

((I wouldn't really need the Translations, being an actual French gal. But I was planning on doing the same with my upcomming French sentences. XD I can tell, however, that you are using a translator XD Am I the only actual French person here? o.o;; Oh well))

Excel looked to the side, and an even brighter smile came over her lips. Not only was Lienn here, but so was Xeryth! The two only people she actually knew here! 'What luck!' she thought momentarily feeling no fear but it soon came over her once more. She was even more pleased when he came over to her and Lienn. The more people around her the better. She always felt less scared when she was in a group.
“Hi.” She spoke back with a slight nod of her head. A Wry smile crossed her face as he said she wasn’t the only person scared here today. On one angle, she didn’t feel alone, but in the other, she didn’t want someone else to be scared too. Regardless she felt somewhat better. “Well th-then I guess we can both be scared together.” She joked, attempting to smile but her lower lip quivered ever so slightly. “I’m so glad you are also here, though!”

For now, she felt happy in the company of the two only students she knew. But, she hadn’t expected another student to come around. She listened to him speak and she could tell that he too was French. ‘Someone else! Now I know two French people!’ she thought happily. This was wonderful! Absolutely marvellous. It was almost like meeting two people with all the same powers as you. But, not quite.

At her turn, Excel shook the boys hand and stared at the glowing object like it was the most breath taking thing she had ever seen. It was a bullet. A glowing bullet no less! She had never seen anything like it before.
After a moment of staring she shook her head. “Je suis enchantée de vous racontrée aussi, Darian. Vous être aussi Francais? C’est merveilleux!” ((I am also very happy to meet you, Darian. You are also French? That’s wonderful!)) “Thank you for the encouragement too. All of you.”

Excel blushed softly. She never really had made friends before, other then with spirits. There weren’t really many people to befriend other then the mailman and adults that would visit. I mean, Excel did grow up in the middle of no where in a large forest.

For now, Excel had stopped paying attention to who was around or who entered the door. She had her own little group to keep her busy for now, and she hoped they would stay with her or near her during class as well.
Her eyes followed Darian,, however, as he left to go open the door for some reason. Her eyes dropped to the glowing bullet again, puzzled by how it worked, until she heard a meow from near. Her head lifted up, only to see a large cat next to Darian. Her eyes widened and she threw herself back a little from shock, landing on her bottom after having been previously on her knees. She clutched her long pole tightly and breathed heavily. “N-nice kitty kitty…” she squeaked. “I-it doesn’t bit or anything does it?” she asked Darian rather timidly.

[The Helper]

... Aww... How Cute... *CRACK*

The door opened and slammed. Ah... his first victim student. Silently, he ignored the first boy, holding something in his hands, as if he were petting something. There came a smiling grimace, but nothing more, at the boy. Seemed eager, but was honest. Almost brutally. His right shoulder adjusted, as the poleaxe leaned on it. Once more, the door opened, this time, with what appeared to be a gentler walking. Der Metzgermeister shifted his head, to look at the boy, and the girl, and decided to ignore them, as students began popping in, one after another. Finally, a huge crowd seemed to be getting to know one another. Der Metzgermeister smiled... best if they did that now, instead of later. Now was a good time... he turned around, walking towards the glowing bullet, revealing a huge, hairy man with patchworks of fur and armor, his own body revealed, as he looked as though he were some barbarian from the early A.D. Dragging on his shoulder was a fierce looking poleaxe, the axe unrealistically large, possibly having four feet of cutting power. Suprisingly.. there was a cute, furry brown animal in his hands, that he held against his chest with his left hand, petting him softly across his whole back with his right. His hand was so huge, it looked like the dog was sleeping on him. Caressingly, he petted it over and over again, a seemingly kind look on his face. Many drips of blood were on him, on the dog, as if to give away something far more menacing, however.... "Awww... izn't ze cute, ya?" he said, in an almost unrealisticaly deep voice that echoed through the large hall, making himself heard to all the students, as he continued to pet him, as if the atmosphere and him were all actually normal.

"Zooo... cute.... zooo.... furry...." as suddenly, an evil glint in his half-opened eyes appeared, and it became obvious that something was going to happen, something terr- "ZO GOOD ENOUGH ZU EATZ!!" Down came his teeth onto the puppy, tearing into it. The puppy howled loudly as this sudden betrayal of trust, not just whining, but screaming. His teeth clenched harder, and tore away from it, taking a huge chunk of meat from its back, fur and all, swallowing it, letting the blood flow down his chin, onto his hairy chest. He stared at them with his horendous eyes. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.." In his hand, the poor animal went into death throws, and the wild eyes of Der Metzgermeister eyes shined, an idea forming. Holding it's exposed back towards the group of gathering French-speaking people, he grinned and with a sudden movement.. *SNRAP* Puppy blood splashed onto them, spraying their clothing, staining it, as he dropped it, stepping onto the puppy, crunching it underneath with his large foot, as its remains fell into the pit below..

He whirled around to Mayon, pulling out what appeared to be a large intestine, wrapped up into a baloon, throwing it at him, watching as it splashed all over him, five days old worth of horse, goat, sheep, and ram blood in it, splashing all across him, soaking him with animal blood, Der Metzgermeister laughing powerfully, his head held back, he was laughing so hard. But it died instantly, as he turned to stare at Mayon, stepping towards him, the the satisfying reak of so many delicious animals on him. "... ZAT VAS FOR BEING MY FIRST VILLING STUDENT...!" He walked towards them, grabbing his poleaxe, a crazy smile on his face. "...Now zen... zince I have all of yourz attentionz..." he said, his eyes eye-wide, watching all of them, hefting his poleaxe easily into both of his hands, he brought it up, raising it astutely, into the air. This was... Der Metzgermeister.

"..Zooo den, class... I am Der Metzgermeister, meaning 'Ze Butcher', in English.." He said, the glint in his eyes, powerful, as if to menace something to them. His right hand fisted, underneath his chin, as he leaned over, resting on it, to look at them all more closely. ".. I hope zat you are ready, ya? Because I am not zeaching you 'HOW' to kill... I'm going to MAKE you kill.." came the uproariously hellish voice, as he erupted, throwing back his head, "AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..." His laughter, it echoed, it echoed omniously. Gnashing his teeth, he whirled out his huge poleaxe, overhead, gave it a spin with his right hand, huge sweeping noises heard over everyone, the madness in stronger in his eyes, the Germanic runes, glowing brighter.. brighter... "LET'S GO TO HELL ZEN, YA!?" One quick movement, and the poleaxe was swung down...

*TCRASH*

... Down...


... Down...


... Down...


... Down...


.... Down.

Down into the earth, the building descended, Darian's glowing bullet falling into one of the metal holes in the floor, descending, snuffed out, the doors now away, the roof top shaking, the blood drops increasing, as if it were a fine bloody drizzle. The rank increasing, as they came closer to the source. But the room became illuminated as the Germanic runes glowed brightly, a low light bluish hue. Der Metzgermeister looked back, at the metal compartment, where a door was, at this level. Banging was heard from it. He smiled. "... Zey are still moving... zey are still breathing... zey are still living..." he said, delighted. His eyes, they turned back to all of them, taking his time to sweep by all of them... "... But for how long, my children, how long?.." Quietly, his face became almost normal, with a serious look on it. He raised his nose, into the air. ".. I smell Germans in my class.... you, wit ze red hair, ya..?" he said, looking at Phae, and then, turning to Jonathan.. ".. And you.. wit ze white hair. Surely you must know what's going to happen now...?[/b] He smirked, but his face absolutely lucid for once. ".. Ze only way to learn how to survive in combat is to be in combat. You learn vat you are capable of, vhen put in a life or death zituation. Zits kill or be killed. Ironically, you zee..." he smiled, as he walked towards them, going in and between them, a 'body' rank emenating from him, like that of sweat, blood, and one of someone who spends too much time playing with things in his pants, because he has too much testosterone in his body. In the midst of them, he held up his hands, the dangerous poleaxe held overhead of them. "ZIS IS YOUR VIRST CLASS... ZY AM GOING TO PITZ YOU ALL AGAINST 100 NON-MAGICAL PRISONERS I KIDNAPPED FROM ALL OVER EARTH, WHO OF SOME MAY BE ARMED, AND WATCH AS YOU COMBAT THEM.. KILL ZEM, OR BE KILLED. I HAVE MADE ZE VAGER WITH ZEM, ZAT IF ZEY CAN KILL VONE OF YOU, ZY VILL INTERVENE AND KILL THE REST OF YOU... FAIL, AND ZIS VILL BE YOUR FIRST CLASS..." Closer, and closer, he came to the littlest girl, of the 'French Group'. Gently, his hand went down to his pants... AND PULLED IT DOWN, REVEALING A BITING MONSTER, A HAIRY FIEND THAT LASHED OUT WITH ITS TEETH, LONG AND HARD AS IT WAS, BEFORE HE PULLED BACK UP HIS PANTS AND LAUGHED AT HER... He froze. Bending down to Excel, he leaned close to her, his breath seeming to have the smell of something... suggestively disgusting. "... Zy am going to make a wager with zu... personally. If ze class fails... I vill leave you alive, zo zat I can rape you... and zen, leave you for all ze rapists, homicidals, cheaters, and uzzer criminals that are surviving, and laugh at you. If you zuceed... I vill give you zomething useful... ya? Let'z go.." Putting his finger to her chin, stroking it softly, almost fathely, he backed up, the serene disruption and confusion of what proper mood should be felt obvious. But, he had his reasons...

Magic was so commonplace, that, it was underappreciated. It was undoubtly true that these students were part of the generation who did not appreciate how much it had saved the magical community from extinction, how it gave them a responsibility... it was the only way to make them fully appreciate it. And he would do it, even if they would hate him. Even if he had to lie, to make them feel and understand this. Looking back, he held out his hand, all five fingers extended.

"FIVE MINUTEZ... BE PREPARED BY ZEN, OR IT IZ YOUR LIFE IN YOUR OWN HANDZ..."[/i]

OOC: Everyone gets one post, before I set up the post order, and the fight begins.

[Onira]

(OOC: RUN EXCEL, RUN!!! XD)

Onira watched, somewhat impressed but still quite a bit intimidated by this new teacher. He wasn't too sure what to say, what to do, or even what to think in this new class. It was all just so.. wierd.

His eyes widened at the sight of the puppy. The feel of the class already said the creature wouldn't live long. However, one had to admit, the thought of what was about to happen was not one easily accepted by the entire class. Hell, chances were no one accepted it. Soon though, it came, paired along with the word "ZO GOOD ENOUGH ZU EAT". Never a good sign, especially when a big crazy German guy with a poleaxe said it. Just not a high percentage of "The Butcher"s known for their kindness and generosity.

Onira watched the blood bath of several students happen, seeing many appauled by such behavior, and a few disgusted by the crimson liquid. It was becoming evident that not many were quite on the same page as this Der Metzgermeister. One had to wonder if the students were even reading the same book. In the same section, even.

The sharp eyes of the blond-haired (probably not to remain so for long) student gazed over the odd and quite possibly crazy teacher. His axe begun to twirl around in the air, crashing down with the not-quite-uplifting German-accented words.

Hell, huh? Fun!

The sarcasm in Onira's own mind was to himself, but still aimed to launch itself around the room, as so many thoughts of Onira's did. But, they would have to wait. Apparently, everyone was in hell. Strange that it looked so much like the classroom. All except for a couple of things. The door, and the door. One left, and another appeared. The difference was in the spot, but that was not what made one become just a little bit nervous. The door that appeared was shaking, apparently from fists and kicks of a hundred regular people trying to get out. No wonder. Whatever that was behind the door was probably something close to or worse than hell. At least, that was what one told himself. In all reality, he didn't want to know. It was just too wierd.

What he did remain interested about was this new challenge, as well as trying to forget the sight of apparently Der Metzgermeister's beastly penis. That was just not right. But, what more bothered Onira was the threat issued afterward. Not the death one. He could deal with being dead. It was the threat of suffering toward the young girl. That could not go without at least an attempt to stop it. Not to be the hero of course, but sometimes one just had to listen to his morals. God knows the brain was tuned out.

Onira looked at Phae, knowing full well there wasn't too much of a plan that could be had. Only one thing would ultimately work. Something that it seemed a few were not happy with, but Onira had already accepted as an inevitability. They would have to kill every last person that stepped out of the door, or it was their asses. That was the truth about it, no matter what way one said it. They would have to kill, and they would have to kill a lot.

"Hey, sis. I already know you don't like this situation, but if it helps, I'll do what I can to keep you from having to spill one's blood today. Not trying to be the hero or anything, but I can except knowing I've killed. I don't want you to have to live with that."

After he spoke to Phae, Onira placed his hand against the ground, his palmed tattoo instantly lighting up as it was lifted slowly off the ground. The light receeded, showing Onira's hand resting on the bottom of a metal spear. He stood up straight and looked at the door, waiting for the battle to start. Eleven versus one hundred. A few would be staying behind most likely, but chances were it would only get so bad as each person who fought having to kill twenty men. Sounded do-able. As long as it didn't get any worse. One could only kill so many.

[Excel Esprit]

(Eep oO;;!! I might as well post now then XD))

As the large teacher made his way towards them, Excel couldn’t help but feel quite unsafe. She took notice to the dog he was caressing and smiled softly, her fear leaving her for now. How so very sweet! Such a large and scary man, showing his affectionate side and talking lovingly to a dog, with a strange accent. She couldn’t help but admire him for it and for the moment Excel thought this class wouldn’t be too bad after all. ‘I guess I was just worried for nothing then!’ she thought with a contented sigh. Her face turned uneasy as she saw the evil glint in his eyes and his tone lifted up. Her eyes snapped open as he bit into the puppy, the large yelps of pain echoing through the room, while Excel stared in horror. ‘What is he?!’ she thought, frozen with fear. He seemed to turn his attention back on her and the others near her, splashing them with blood. Now, seeing as a drop of blood on her arm made her scream and run…imagine her shock of being covered in it! Her mouth opened up and she began to tremble. Suddenly, she yelled out extremely loud, showing her fear as she shook her head. “Keyaaaah!! Ah! I’m f-full of b-b-blood!!” she exclaimed shaking her head. He eyes filled with tears again, breathing heavily and lifting her right hand a bit, staring at its red colour instead of beige. Her hand quivered as well and so was her entire body. Was this some kind of sick joke? Finding the pleasure in a little girl’s fear? Well, it was going to get worst…

After calming down she grasped Lienn’s arm tightly, with both her smaller ones and leaning towards her in her terrified state. Her head was somewhat leaning on her shoulder while her pole lay on the floor next to her. Oh my was she scared. She wasn’t planning on letting Lienn go just yet. Call it her instinct but I don’t think Excel even knew she was holding onto Lienn.

She watched him with wide eyes as he…’greeted the other students, throwing stuff at the first boy here and then speaking to everyone mainly about killing. They just HAD to kill, no teaching needed? Excel was becoming worried. She never ever wanted to kill someone. But she didn’t want to fail this class either. And after she would hear what “The Butcher” was going to say…she wouldn’t want anyone else to die here…oh no.
She bit her lower lip again, not exactly liking the phrase “Let’s go to hell”. Hell wasn’t a nice place after all.

The teacher continued to smash his weapon on the ground, Excel eyeing the bullet going towards a hole. She let go on Lienn in order to catch it before it fell, but she was too late and landed on her stomach. “La Lumière!” (The light!) She whispered, going back to where she sat, sitting on her knees again but forgetting to stay near Lienn for, well, comfort mainly. There went the mesmerising little bullet that Excel had been so taken aback with.
Her face turned towards the teacher as he spoke of…them still breathing and such. What was? Excel looked down and shivered a bit. Maybe she didn’t want to know? Well that was too bad because the teacher was making them all know.

“Prisoners?” she asked, her gentle voice barely audible compared to the teachers massive one. She didn’t like the wager. Now she felt determined not to die. ‘Because if I die, I’ll be killing everyone else too.’ She thought, never really thinking about she herself would be killed. ‘And if someone else dies…then everyone else is in trouble too…’

While in her thoughts, Excel hadn’t been aware that the teacher was coming rather too close to her. Her head quickly shot up, looking at him and beginning to tremble again. She put on a calm-ish face, trying to toughen up. Her face became rather confused as he reached down his…erm…pants. And out came a monster snapping and all and making Excel scream a little. It was more like a loud squeak of surprise then anything else…but still you know she had been frightened. Finally that thing was put away and Excel was left with a fast thumping heart. Why her? Why? Because she was the tiniest girl? She had noticed that one of the boys appeared smaller then her and so he could be younger for sure. Maybe it was because she was obviously the easiest to scare?

He kneeled down before her and Excel stared at him with fear. His breath was rather…disgusting but she made no moves to suggest she thought so, instead she waited patiently for what else he wanted of her. Hadn’t he had enough of a laugh with the thing in his pants?
She gulped softly, seeing him begin to speak to her. At first, she felt a little safe. Being kept alive? Great! However she didn’t want the others to perish too, even if she seldom knew most of them. But! It was over there and the preteens virgin ears listened to the man’s twisted suggestion. Rape?! Rape her?! And then be left to the other disgusting non-magical beings? Well…she almost WANTED to be killed instead. The other part made her want to succeed quite a bit. She’d get something useful? Now that was something she wanted to know! She nodded after his sentence, her face still in utter shock and her eyes still filled with tears, though non of them actually escaped her eyes. They were just there really. She didn’t move, except for her quivering, as he pushed her chin and stroked her rather kindly. When he left though, finally being through with little Excel, she uttered only “Finally…he’s gone” and her eyes rolled back into her skull and she dropped on the ground. She fainted? Oh yes she did. But that wasn’t going to last long. Heck, she’d be up and ready by five minutes, weapon and all. And she was surely going to do her best to avoid being molested by a bunch of dirty pedophiles.

[Mayon]

“Whoa...”

That was all Mayon could say as he watched the man eat the puppy. Who eats a puppy? It is like throwing a cupcake. WHO THROWS A CUPCAKE! Wither way it kind of grossed Mayon out. But he didn’t mind it as much as when the man spoke. He yelled and looked completely insane. Very very insane. Then he explained the class. To have to fight one hundred regular humans just didn’t seem right. Mayon didn’t want to kill them but by signing up for this class it was either his life or theirs and Mayon wasn’t going to lose his life.

Mayon just listened as the teacher explained the rest. Mayon was ready to get started. He didn’t want to have to kill but it was too late to go back now. Mayon then looked over at Onira. He watched as he transmutated a weapon out from the ground. So Onira was an alchemist too. That would make this very interesting. Mayon really wanted to see his skill. Mayon had also noticed that Onira used a tattoo so that he didn’t have to draw a transmutation circle. Mayon didn’t like doing that. He was still training very hard to make it so that he didn’t need a circle at all. He would only have to picture one in his head. But he still couldn’t do it yet.

Mayon noticed the reaction on one of the girls face. She seemed scared as well. Mayon had to admit that it did seem pretty odd. But it wasn’t really scary as of yet. Maybe they should kick this teacher out of the academy and get him a nice room made of sponge to live in for the rest of his life as this man seemed very ill in the head. Mayon couldn’t believe that such a psychopath was a teacher in a school like this and not just some thug working for a gang or something. It really did seem odd to Mayon. He was starting to worry about what this man might do if they fail this class.

The man was obviously insane as he talked to the girl. He pulled down his pants to show a monster than pulled them back up which really disgusted Mayon. Then he heard what he said. He would rape her. Mayon had to pass this class now. He wasn’t going to let such an innocent girl be raped by such an evil man and then leave her for the rest of the prisoners. Mayon didn’t think so. That was disgusting and if the man tried that before the class passed or failed Mayon would be really pissed off.

“Okay teach your being disgusting to a girl. I don’t want to see that so if you could just start the damn class so that we can pass and go home. You are really starting to sicken me and I am looking forward to showing you how we can defeat these homicidal idiots in front of your eyes. This will be pretty easy.”

Mayon said a bit ticked off.

[Darian Dumonte]

Darian had taken a good deal of blood on his mantle but, he was still fine he just simply shook it off the material made to never really get dirty. Sometimes it was good to be in a rich faimly. It was a minor enchantment but, it was a conveinent one since that sicko freak of a Teacher was drawing them into the pits of hell and back. He didn't like the way he was intimidating Excel hell who would? Once the teacher was moved away Darian crouched down and layed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"C'est bon Excel. Quant à Orchid qu'il est tout à fait léger quand n'est pas en fait protectif. Vous serez beau. Nous tous sortirons d'ici. Je promets."
[It's okay Excel. As for Orchid he's quite gentle actually when not being protective. You will be fine. All of us will get out of here. I promise.]

As for the bullet Darian had another one but, he had to save it he knew that much. The place had been lightened up now and he stood up straight flicking his mantle back more as a cape. It appeared that Darian was armed to the teeth carrying four pistols, two revolvers, an SMG, a shotgun, and a sword. He shifted the holsters so that his weapons could be more easily drawn now. He had eight others and he knew he had to save up his magic for the upcoming fight.

"Well I'll say that this guy is a generalized nutcase."

That's a mild way of putting it.

Orchid himself shook his fur as studied his claws. He'd probably have to use his own magic blegh what a waste.

[Robert]

Robert watched the teacher with dull eyes, keeping his gaze away from any of the other students. He had learned enough to remember that looking at someone could seem like an invitation, which would ultimately just worsen his state of being. So, he kept his eyes either on the teacher or on the floor, thinking a bit as he did both. Not about anything in particular really. However, Robert did find it increasingly hard to keep a train of thought going. With every drop of blood hitting his skull, the tiniest spec of magical energy that still existed in the liquid entered his body. This made it seem strange whenever it fell from his hair, for it seemed to become much darker. Almost a deep brown. Naturally, only an almost untraceable amount was absorbed, for one suspected the dead folk were that of the regular kind. For a second, that thought actually came into Robert's head. Regular kind. It sounded... nice.

His eyes rotated upward to look at the now tall-standing teacher, unaware of the cold chill a few others seemed to feel. The eyes didn't seem 'evil' to him. They just looked like eyes. The most probable reason Robert didn't really register the chilling feeling was because it had become very natural to him. He tended to be the causer of such sickening emotions, so in a way, he was protected by his own demeanor. A strange concept for most, but merely unimportant to the lifeless child.

He looked at the puppy, for a very quick moment the kid in him went wide-eyed and said "aww". However, that side never reached the surface, naturally being held back by the icy surface that was Robert's expression. Then the puppy was given a good chomp, making the child's side of the young boy receed back to nothing, locked away for another day.

One merely watched as the events unfolded, seeing the many blood baths, as well as the axe signifying their apparent decent to hell. All with unflinching eyes. The sight of blood could not be anything new to him, as could the proposition of death that came simply with the exchange of doors, followed very soon by the apparent release of one's penis. Not a pretty sight, yet for one, nothing to fear. Unlike the others who seemed to have either an attachment to life or a fear of death, one Robert Hiru accept the ultimately inavoidable circumstance. Maybe death would come today. Maybe if he was lucky, one of the men would kill him. Of course, he couldn't just let them kill him. Yes he welcomed death with open arms, but something said even deah would not be his escape in this situation. If he died, then he was disobeying the order given by "The Butcher", and one knew the academy would never let him rest after that. It would simply not be allowed.

Robert listened to the others speak and prepare themselves, himself merely pulling off his black gloves. He was not one for heroics, and would only do anything of the sort if the academy told him to do so. So, he simply stuffed his gloves in his pockets, letting his absorbed energy run through him, and making sure he kept it near his hands so he could use his two major spells. Soon, he would kill again. This time, intentionally.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

"Howdy!"

Almost startled by this, Jonathan watched as another student approached Phae. He nodded to him in acknowledgement of his presence, as turned back his attention to Phae. She had the comforting smile on her, as usual. "Ahh, I love that name." was the giggling response to his pet name for her. If he could've, he would've smiled back, but, the E-killers.. "I also wanted to thank you for being there for me when I really needed you." Which became rather uncomfortable sounding. He flicked his eyes over to Madelyn at that time, wondering what her reaction would be. It was very close... but, he definetly saw what he thought to be just a slice of jealousy. The way that Phae put it though.. he couldn't really blame Madelyn. "Vielen Dank, für dort für mich zu sein, als ich wirklich Sie gebraucht habe. Für Geben schlafe mich. Für ein Freund zu sein. Ich werde nie vergessen, was Sie für mich machten. Sie werden immer ein sehr enger Freund zu mir sein. Ich nicht vielen Dank genug für das. Nie in einem Million Jahr. Aber ich habe Sie gewollt zu wissen, dass wenn Sie je irgendetwas brauchen, das ich hier sein werde. Keine Materie was Sie wo und wissen, wie mich zu finden. Wieder vielen Dank." came again Phae's voice. Jonathan looked back at her eyes, nodding, his hair waving subtely as he did. "Kümmern Sie sich nicht um es. Ich könnte nie einen Kameraden in Bedürfnis verlassen. Es ist gut, Sie hinter bei guter Gesundheit, Rosenrot Phaedra Weiss zu sehen." was the low-toned monotone reply. But his eyes compensated, a look of good relief in his eyes. When he'd held onto Madelyn's hand to show Phae what had happened since last time they'd met.. he didn't expect any sort of reaction, except for a simple 'congratulations'. So, obviously giggle threw him off, his eyes widening, as she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him, and giving him a wink as she backed up. Even from there, he could feel Madelyn's grip slowly tightening on his hand. "I'm so happy for you!" came another good-natured reply, in the form of a playful punch, which Jonathan didn't even try to block. At this time, he would've smiled again, but, it looked as though to him, Madelyn was getting jealous.

In interest, he watched as Phae turned to Madelyn, extending a hand. "I'm Phae." she said with a smile. "So nice to meet you." Wordlessly, she shook Phae's hand, and got out her notepad, with her name on it. At this Jonathan almost caught himself smiling, forced of course, but almost smiling. The other students also seemed to be getting to know one another. That is, until the sudden movements of Der Metzgermeister drew all of their attention. Jonathan could feel a tension in the air, as the blood drops kept falling overhead. Pah, the smell.. terrible, terrible. Jonathan, glad that the E-Killer's were working, or else, he'd have a rather repugnant look on his face. "Awww... izn't ze cute, ya?" said the teacher, a... a dog in his arms, of all things. Petting it normally, as if nothing was wrong, the blood running down his chest, onto the sleeping pup. It was eerie, at best, so very eerie... "Zooo... cute.... zooo.... furry...." as Jonathan could almost swear in a glint filled with malcontent began to fill up Der Metzgermeister's eye, something--- "ZO GOOD ENOUGH ZU EATZ!!" he screamed, as he tore into the puppy with his mouth, Jonathan's right hand suddenly going over Madelyn's eyes to shield her from seeing such a terrible thing, eating a piece of the poor animal, listening as it squealed, whined, and cried, and then, snapping its back, splashing its blood towards the people that the Red-Mantle Wearing guy was. And he laughed. Their teacher laughed. He had his thoughts about this class. And he didn't expect anything less... actually, he expected something worse. He started to introduce himself, actually translating what 'Der Metzgermeister' meant, a sign of confidence. Perhaps this teacher wanted to test to see how much they'd be intimidated, or he just enjoyed doing this. Either way, E-Killers or not, Jonathan looked straight ahead, holding onto Madelyn firmly, his own grip tightening, but, keeping his index finger extended out, despite the drops of blood, stroking her hand, as if to say.. 'don't show fear', reinforcing it with a quick glance to her eyes, until she saw him, a subtle nod, and he continued staring at him. ".. I hope zat you are ready, ya? Because I am not zeaching you 'HOW' to kill... I'm going to MAKE you kill.." Kill? He looked at Madelyn, looked at Phae, trying to formulate a plan. Phae could probably... but Madelyn? He'd have to keep her safe.. tried to focus, even as Der Metzgermeister laughed, laughing..

But then, he swung his poleaxe so wildy into the air, Jonathan keeping his left hand on Madelyn, making sure she was in check, his right hand, reaching for his silenced pistol. No... that wouldn't be powerful enough. Just as he loosened it up, he tightened it back in. Unslinging his sniper rifle, catching it on its grip, he held it, firmly, having the barrel pointing up, as he rested it on his right shoulder. Piercing bullets. Alright then... "LET'S GO TO HELL ZEN, YA!?" as the poleaxe came swinging down. Suddenly, suddenly, the force of the swing came, reveberating throughout the metal-plated ground with all of its holes, as Jonathan could feel his body heaving up, higher, as it appeared he had actually launced them downward, the force being felt in his whole body.. My God... how powerful was this guy? They fell for quite some time, Jonathan noting that the blood drops were coming faster, instead of slower and slower... had the whole building moved down? No, that would be impossible.. strange thoughts passing into his head, as his face remained resolutely emotionless. He needed to be ready. And slowly, yet surely... the place came to a halt, almost making Jonathan keel over, due to the sheer pressure of the stop, but, he stood, resolute. Had to show no fear. ... Not that he could've, anyways, but, in thought, posture, and to keep everyone in check, and always be aware of the surroundings. Even to himself, it almost sounded cocky, but, this was a crucial moment. His eyes flashed before him, as the Germanic runes lit up the place, lighting the area in a bluish light. The blood... the blood... it was coming down.. it was like it was a rain, no, not that hard... more like a drizzle. A drizzle of blood. He looked at Madelyn, stepping slightly closer to her, looking at her, with his emotionless face, concerned eyes. "... E-eh... y-you a-alright?" Across the hall, on the metal door that Jonathan only now just noticed, with the larger amount of light, he noted the banging, the incessent banging, as if a horde of animals were contained in there. "... Zey are still moving... zey are still breathing... zey are still living... But for how long, my children, how long?.." ... So. This was their objective. To probably kill anything and everything whatever was on the other side of that thing? But--- ".. I smell Germans in my class.... you, wit ze red hair, ya..?" Der Metzgermeister said, looking Phae. He could smell them? Jonathan looked at Phae, lowering down his rifle, not wanting to get blood in the barrel. ".. And you.. wit ze white hair. Surely you must know what's going to happen now...?" He really could tell...

".. Ze only way to learn how to survive in combat is to be in combat. You learn vat you are capable of, vhen put in a life or death zituation. Zits kill or be killed. Ironically, you zee..." Truth. There was truth in his words. Screaming, screaming, Der Metzgermeister screamed their objective. To kill a hundred non-magical prisoners from earth he'd captured. He was a teacher of Arcane Academy, meaning, this was authorized. There was no choice. They'd signed the waiver. Jonathan looked at Madelyn, suddenly, crouching down in front of her. ".. G-get o-onto m-my sh-shoulders n-now, Madelyn!" he said, releasing his grip on her, his M82A1 aimed at whatever was banging there. Invisibility. Stealth. And killing. Jonathan barely had any time to see as Der Metzgermeister pulled down his pants, revealing that his penis was a monster. The important thing was this... "FIVE MINUTEZ... BE PREPARED BY ZEN, OR IT IZ YOUR LIFE IN YOUR OWN HANDZ..."