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Reclamation IC
Topic Started: April 1, 2012, 12:33 pm (1,689 Views)
Blue	April 1, 2012, 12:33 pm Post #1
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	The training field was empty, save for him. Shojen stood quietly before the training dummy – a sentient form crafted with a wooden exterior and a metal base. He took his stance. In all four directions surrounding him sat large buckets full to the brim with water. “Ice Spear, Right Step. Bolt Snap, Left Step.” He whispered, holding his right hand out to the side. A rush of water lifted from the bucket, before freezing into a large pole with a razor sharp end. Shojen grasped the spear firmly, throwing his right foot forward as he casted it off. Off it sped towards the target, the dummy unflinching and strong. The moment before it impacted however, Shojen stepped again. This time however his left hand came forward pulsing with violet static. He took careful aim, pointing his index and middle finger at the ice spear. With a shout, The Storm-Bearer cast forth a bolt of lightning. Time seemed to slow. The shot struck the tail of the spear almost perfectly. The ice splintered into a hundred smaller – and much sharper – pieces. They covered the target from head to waist, though a few did end up on the wall behind it. A lot of the dummy’s wood was splintered and he could see when the ice fell that some of it had even dented the metal inside. Shojen massaged his chin as he inspected the damage. There had been a large degree of power in that attack, but by the look of things, anything larger than the average magic ward could’ve been enough to save the dummy from its tragic fate. The young man frowned. Too much power was being wasted, and the technique needed to be perfect before he could show it to the Masters. The sound of clapping snapped him back into attention. As he turned to see the intruder, he accidentally kicked over the bucket of water that sat beside him. The water went all over his robe. Grumbling, he was about to curse when he saw his Master standing behind him. Mirenai always had a habit of doing that; showing up just as a problem had presented itself. The sight of her brought a smirk to his face as he drained the water from the fabric. “Good Morning Master Mirenai. You summoned me here?” “I did, but more on that in a moment. That’s a neat little move you got there, kiddo. It needs work though; looks like it takes a lot to cast that lightning bolt.” Shojen frowned as he flicked his right hand outwards. The rest of the water flew from the robe, froze into a single slab and shattered upon contact with another dummy. “It does. I’m still working on channelling the energies for it properly – not to mention I still have to aim. That shot was the first solid hit I had in about ten tries. Water was always easy. Lightning is--” “Harsh. Unpredictable. Powerful.” Mirenai instructed, holding a hand up to stop him. “Water is versatile. You can tell it what you want and it will do as you ask ninety-nine percent of the time. Lightning is simplistic in form, but also far more refined. You don’t ask the lightning for anything - you just point it in the right direction.” Shojen sighed, clearly frustrated with himself for not being more astute in his training methods. Mirenai could see her pupil’s irritations as plain as day. She knew him well; some days she feared she knew him too well. The Master placed a hand on her student’s shoulder and smiled. “The only people who have mastered this element have done so only through decades of rigorous training. You’re no exception to the rule. If I were to offer you any advice on this matter, it would be to stop using Water Magic for the time being. Your attitude is reflective of your element – you’re controlled and ever mulling things over. There’s too much thought going on in your head. Lightning Control requires quick thinking, quick reflexes and spontaneity – not to mention a strong will. But I know you already have that last one.” She placed a hand on his cheek and lifted his face so that his eyes could meet hers. “Don’t worry Shojen. One day you’ll get what you want. And then you’ll look back on these days and ponder the reasons for your despair in the first place. You’re a talented Mage, and destined for great things. For now, just work hard and remember what I’ve taught you, and you’ll do just fine.” The fifth year student nodded, his frown misplaced by a warm grin. “Thank you Master.” “It’s what I’m here for Kiddo. And speaking of, it’s time to bring the rest of the class in.” “The rest of the class? I don’t understand...” Mirenai laughed; for a young boy always thirsting after new knowledge, he sure had a lot to answer for as far as his ability to keep up went. She knew he was sharper than he let on, but there were times where she just wasn’t sure. “Today marks the first day of a new training regimen. The other Masters have assigned me a group of students, all from different Magic Disciplines. I am to instruct them in their training and bring them to their full potential. The Masters want to trial a new kind of training method.” “And what should these students be expecting from these new methods...” Shojen tried to pry, but his Master wasn’t having any of it. “Don’t you forget, you’re still a student too, kiddo. If I tell you, it would ruin the surprise.” A wicked smile played upon Master Mirenai’s features. A smile which made Shojen uneasy. Just what had the Masters decided upon? The clattering of feet against stone took him away from his deliberations. “Master Mirenai!” A teenage girl, no older than 15 entered the training grounds. Shojen noticed she was barefoot – a curious thing indeed – and caught himself cocking his head to one side. Was that a normal thing for her? Quickly though, he composed himself and greeted her with a bow. He recognised her, from where he could not say. No name came to mind, and the face wasn’t familiar, but there was something in the way she ran... And at that moment, she tripped on a small stone and went crashing towards the stone pavement. Oh. That’s where I’ve seen her before. He realised, a second too late to catch her. Luckily, his Master was already on it, throwing a hand forward and casting a crimson light on the ground before the girl. She went down face first, bounced against the shield and regained her balance as she came back up. “Whoa! That was close... Forgive me for being so careless, Master Mirenai..” And all of a sudden, the girl looked incredibly depressed. Shojen had never seen such a rapid mood swing. This girl was not sound of mind. “It’s quite alright Jemima, just take care in the future, alright? I’d like to introduce you to one of your new training partners, Shojen Stromipher. He’s an Elemental Mage.” Jemima lifted her head slowly and whispered quietly. “Nice to meet you.” “Likewise.” He tried to show a friendly smile but before he had the chance, she was staring at the ground again. The Mage looked at her quizzically, unsure how to proceed. Luckily, Mirenai stepped in. “Well, there’s our first arrival. Where are the others?”
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
Maye	April 1, 2012, 6:36 pm Post #2
Member Posts: 205 Group: Members Member #1,208 Joined: March 25, 2012 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Novice Favorite RP Genre Adventure What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No	A small streak of light poured in through a crack between two heavy curtains and hit Gregory square in the face. He stirred a little, then finally opened his eyes. Wearily, Gregory sat up on his tiny bed. As he moved, his joints and bones cracked and ached in a way that caused him some discomfort. He groaned, then quickly moved to kneel in front of a waste basket next to his bed. He coughed up something retched, all the while holding himself up by the edge of his bed, and the desk adjacent to it. Gregory gagged a bit, and tried to take in more air. He spit, one more time, then looked in the basket. The crumbled up papers inside were stained with dark blood. Gregory didn't pay much mind to this. He only wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and got up (with some effort) from his position on the floor. Truthfully, this has been happening pretty regularly, for the last couple of weeks. Gregory just waved it off as a bothersome sickness that would pass, eventually. He was planning on visiting the infirmary, sometime that week, but had been too preoccupied to remember. A small black bird in a cage above him squawked, worriedly. Gregory smiled in his melancholic sort of way and took the bird out of his cage. It had a bandage wrapped around it's right wing. "Don't worry," he reassured, placing the bird gently on his desk. " Just a little sick." Coughing, he pulled open a drawer, and took out a makeshift face mask that was crudely fashioned out of worn sheet fabric, and a piece of yarn. Putting it on, he mumbled something about not wanting to cough on people if he had something that would spread. He bird simply cocked his head to the side, as though it was trying to understand what he was saying. Gregory pushed aside the messy stack of papers on his desk to reveal a small, rusty tin. He unscrewed the lid - inside was a waxy, ointment-type thing that he had gotten from the healing department (with permission, of course; he wasn't the type to go around taking things). He wiped some on his bare finger, and undid part of the birds bandage. He had found the raven earlier that Summer - or, rather, it had made it's way into his room. Gregory guessed that it must have tried to fly through what it thought was an open window, only to smash into the glass and fracture it's wing. Feeling sorry for the poor bird, Gregory decided to take care of it until he was better. "It's healing up pretty nicely," he often spoke to it while he was applying the ointment; somehow, he felt that it would calm him. He looked out the window in front of him (and, curiously enough, the bird's gaze followed suit). Outside, a whole family of birds was returning from its trip abroad and were littering the sky. He grinned at the bird through his mask. "One day, you too will be out there with them - spreading your great wings and taking to the blue expanse above. No earthly chains to hold you down... Following whatever path suits your whimsy..." Gregory sighed, in a melodramatically sort of way. "But as for Gregory," - people his lower class often referred to themselves in the third person, and Gregory sometimes slipped into this habit - "I'm afraid no such blessing will bestow itself upon me. For the time being, I guess I'm stuck here, in the land of the living." He walked over to the small mirror that was hanging on the wall, beside him. When he first arrived at the academy, his appearance was a ghastly one. His village was suffering from a food shortage, and his family had to go out for a while. But, within a few months of regular feeding, he had regained some color in his complexion, the yellow in his eyes receded greatly, and he was even getting fatter. During the break, in a letter from his mother, he found out that his youngest sister had become anemic and was not doing too well. Gregory, terrified for her health, sent her a small supply of iron tablets that he had been given to treat his own deficiency, and a small bottle of honey (the tablets had a sort of sour, metallic taste that made them sort of hard to swallow). Now, as he stared at his reflection, he noticed how much his health had diminished. The purple bruises had come back, his complexion was dull and jaundice, and he felt that he was uglier now than he had been when he first arrived. (It came as a shock to him to see his own face in a mirror, when he first got here - he had never been able to see himself so clearly, before.) He moved away from the mirror, and grabbed his uniform off the floor. He took off his night attire, and put on a pair of dark trousers and a black tunic with the alchemist's emblem on it. He put the bird back in his cage. Normally, he was against cages for animals, but was concerned that a cat might stroll in and find him defenseless (not that there were many cats wondering around - but you never know). He quietly shut the door to his little room, and lurked through the hallway. A few people took notice of his mask and gawked at him as he passed, but most were already used to his peculiar presence. As he made his way to the training field, where class was supposed to be taking place, he hunched over a bit - consciously aware of his height. He stopped a little short when he heard voices. He slipped behind a wall, and looked over at his fellow classmates. He only recognized the instructor (though he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting her, yet), but the other two were complete strangers to him. Nervously, he creeped over to stand behind the teacher (keeping quite a large distance between them) and tried not to seem out of place, or bring attention to himself. Edited by Maye, April 1, 2012, 7:11 pm.
Vanity&Ecstasy	April 1, 2012, 10:13 pm Post #3
Thief of Hearts Posts: 2,511 Group: Members Member #678 Joined: August 3, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre Anything Interesting What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Country #0#	Silence. An inescapable noise that forever haunted Arumat. In the darkness that was his room no sound pierced the eerie silence that hung in the air. Taking in a deep breath Arumat's nostrils flared and his pupils fully dilated looking for any source of light to break the darkness. There were no such things here though, in the dark corner where he chose to rest, only candle light could invade the darkness. Pushing off the single bear fur he used as a blanket the tall boy rose from his prone position and searched for the nearby doorway which would bring a single torch's light into the room. The room itself was just a small box with a bed and desk. Due to his staggering height Arumat had to lower his head when entering and exiting the room and just standing inside was enough to make him tilt his head to the side. Pushing himself out of his sitting position the young man stood up and located the pieces of his training armor. The insignia of the Empire had been burned away leaving only blackened scorches on the strong leather material. The process only took a matter of minutes before he was fully equip though, from today he would have to stop carrying his sword and only use his magic. 'Annoying. I guess I'll just keep a hidden dagger then, you never know with these filthy ma-' he cut himself off realizing he was still thinking the way the Empire wanted him to. Strapping the small dagger to the inside of his armor Arumat sauntered out of the room making sure to close the heavy door behind him. Straightening his back three audible pops echoed through the hallway as his spine finally set itself correctly. Maybe if he got use to living here he would try and find a taller room though asking for such a thing would result in a whipping or other painful reminder that less was more. Walking with the authority of a soldier Arumat could hear the murmurings and various noise within the echoing halls as he found his way toward the exit from he could enter the training grounds. Most of the chatter was just that, chatter. Some talked of different magical methods they had found while few gossiped about other magi here. 'Abominations,' he thought, glaring at a passing student who, while his magical senior, was still younger than Arumat. Pushing open the doors to the training grounds it appeared that Arumat had not been the first to arrive. This was an offense and as such required a beating. Pressing his hands against the nearby wall Arumat waited for the beating that was sure to come for his dishonorable conduct. 'Make it quick you swine,' he thought forgetting that that wasn't the way things were done here.
	Dragon Force: Quest for the Clutch: OOC, Character
Maye	April 2, 2012, 3:12 am Post #4
Member Posts: 205 Group: Members Member #1,208 Joined: March 25, 2012 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Novice Favorite RP Genre Adventure What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No	Gregory was the first to look over to the mysterious stranger. He was tall - very tall - and Greg had first took him for an instructor, rather than a teenager. After giving him a quick once-over, he realized that he was actually a student, like himself. He was pleasantly surprised - never before had he met someone of his own stature (though their builds were on two completely different ends of the spectrum, making him seem much larger than Greg). But there was something off about his demeanor...Something in the look of his eyes and the scowl on his face that gave Gregory a feeling that he was not at all too pleased to be there. There was a kind of aggressiveness in his manner of being - although, he couldn't quite place exactly what it was - that made him appear as though he was angry, or something. Like he was being lowered to their level. It was in this first impression that Gregory knew, perhaps on a subconscious level, that this guy was not going to like him one bit. Then, in a completely unanticipated turn of events, the young man placed his arms against the wall, and took a sort of submissive stance - like he was expecting to be hurt - that made Gregory's eyebrow shoot up. It was so strange, to him, to see someone with such a...such a dominant and overbearing air be in such a vulnerable position. It confused Gregory to to end, but, still, he was sort of glad that this newcomer was becoming the center of attention, rather than himself. It seemed that no one had really noticed Gregory, yet (he was outside of the vision of the teacher, and the other two weren't looking in his direction), and he was trying hard to keep it that way. He shuffled his feet a little bit, clearly very uncomfortable that no one was taking charge of the situation. Edited by Maye, April 3, 2012, 12:12 am.
Dream	April 2, 2012, 11:47 pm Post #5
Mew? Posts: 3,767 Group: Administrator Member #329 Joined: November 27, 2009 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre 1 x 1 RPs Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype Loveless_Dream Country #0#	With a soft sigh, one young Louisella Castiglia pushed a blanket off of her. She sat up in bed, and stretched. She then looked around, her blue eyes still slightly cloudy from sleep. Forcing herself out of bed, she wandered over to her dresser, and pulled out her clothing. It was the first day of classes, and that called for a perfectly fitting outfit. She pulled on a slightly low cut tank top, over which she pulled her black uniform shirt, which was a button-up shirt, decorated with a small red hawk stitched into the corner. She pulled on a pair of black jeans, and looked herself over. Perfect. Ella walked out of her room slowly, wondering who else would be in her class. More specifically, she was wondering how many of them weren't even fighters. She heard rumors of the different schools all in the same classroom, and was seriously hoping it wasn't true. Being in the same class as a bunch of Defensive and Supportive students was in no way her idea of fun. Neverless, it wasn't as if she had much of a choice. She needed to learn, and this was the best way to do it. With that thought in mind, the young woman made her way down the halls. She turned the corner, and entered what was supposed to be her classroom. The first thing she noticed was that there were already a few others there. She first noticed a young man in a mask, which she thought was just strange. It was then that she noticed the other one was standing against the wall in quite a strange way. She chose to walk up to the second, and tapped his shoulder. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice void of emotion. Edited by Dream, April 3, 2012, 6:21 pm.
Blue	April 5, 2012, 12:11 am Post #6
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	Master Mirenai As the students made their arrivals, Mirenai grinned. Good to see such young talent so eager to take up training at such an early hour. She expected nothing less of Shojen, of course – he was a man who trained day and night. And when he wasn’t training, he was studying. If he wasn’t studying, he was sleeping. The Master was sure that if she didn’t force him to eat some days, he wouldn’t. Mirenai looked over the new faces. Jemima stood quietly at the forefront of the conversation, still looking a little down. Louisella, the latest to arrive, stood near the entrance archway of the courtyard, staring quizzically at the newest addition to the Academy - the former Imperial child soldier, Arumat. He stood there, hands pressed against the wall and waiting. Mirenai knew the stance all too well, and she had to swallow to keep her heart from rising out of her chest. His was a story she took much heart in, partly due to his defection but more heavily due to his past and how intensely drilled in his own training had been. If you could call it training. Leaving was no small decision – they’d be hunting for him even as they stood there – but here he was, ready to try and cast aside his own horrible past in exchange for a strong and bright new future. “Arumat, there’s no need for that. You’re on time, just like everyone else here. At ease.” Her tone was caring and motherly, but she did not move to comfort him. Something held her back, what she could not say. But there would be time to discuss things with him later. The Master turned to walk onto the field, but flinched back when she nearly stepped on another student’s toe. Where had he come from? Mirenai studied his features carefully; she knew this one too. They hadn’t met, but the Masters had given her a bunch of profiles to go upon, complete with written descriptions, histories and names. “Ah, you must be Gregory.” She smiled warmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry about nearly crushing your foot, darling. Could you do me a favour and go stand over by the other students?” Taking a couple more steps back, Mirenai took a deep breath. From what she could see, only Gregory had paid her any mind since the students had arrived, and she had to practically break his foot in order to do so. Louisella was still gawking at Arumat over near the entrance. Shojen was eyeing his teammates carefully, sizing them up and seeing just who he was getting himself mixed in with. Jemima still stood with her head down, sad green eyes nearly eclipsed by bleach blonde hair. Mirenai folded her arms, before whistling loudly. Shojen and Jemima snapped out of their respective trances and formed up in a line one next to the other. “Line up guys! Training starts now.”
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
Blue	April 5, 2012, 12:43 am Post #7
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	Shojen Stromipher A loud whistle broke his concentration, and without a second thought Shojen was back and moving into line. As he moved, so too did Jemima. They ended up shoulder to forearm, until both took a step in opposite directions. There were no words exchanged, but from the corner of his eye he could see the girl’s head now perked right up, and... Was she blushing? Well, that was nothing out of the ordinary. He’d be embarrassed about being that clumsy too, not that he blamed her for it. He’d heard much about her story, though he hadn’t known it was her until this morning. Jemima had it rough. Shojen hoped he could one day change that. No one deserved to feel as though their magic was an inconvenience... “Line up guys! Training starts now.” Ah... Always the Leader when we need it. Shojen truly admired his Master’s ability to switch from Mother to Master in a heartbeat. He wished he was capable of such quick changes of pace. He wondered how the other students would take it. And with that wondering, his mind began once again to wander. He still kept enough attention to hear and take in what Mirenai was instructing however. Listening was key in training. If any one aspect was lacking, if one mistake was made... Well, it truly showed how likely you would be to survive in a true fight. “Alright. I’m you’re new Master for the foreseeable future, Mirenai Barthaea. In the Academy, we have always been separated into our own schools of discipline after we’ve passed our trials. It left us at a disadvantage. We knew nothing about our fellow students or each of the different kinds of Magic. We learned only what our Disciplines had to teach us. But now, the Masters have decided that it is time for a change. Look around...” Shojen did as his Master instructed of him, thankful for the ability to satisfying his urge to study his fellow students. He watched the Imperial carefully for a moment. He wasn’t sure he could trust that one yet. From what he’d heard from the many friends he’d made at the Academy, Arumat’s story was not one of freedom or fulfilment. Still, all people deserved a chance when they wanted to renounce the only thing they’d ever known in order to start a new life and gain a new future. Shojen didn’t quite trust him yet, but already he could feel a sort of respect for the former Imperial. Next he studied the one his Master had called “Gregory”. He was a sickly thing, of that there was no doubt. Shojen was surprised that he was even able to stand there with the rest of them, though hunched over in what looked like a painful stance. He felt pity more than anything else, and couldn’t help but start to think of medicines that could heal such an ailment. He’d have to talk to that one later. This student was no good to them sick, and Mages needed to work together and help each other to survive. There had to be something he could do to help. Finally, the girl who come in last... The red headed girl, all clad in black. Shojen wasn’t sure just what to think of that one. By the look of her, he believed that she was probably from the Defensive School. She seemed introverted somehow. Mirenai was never like that though. It didn’t sit with him very well, but who was he to judge? She’d come out of that shell eventually. Or so he hoped. “You’re all from different Disciplines, different backgrounds and each have different goals. But here and now, from this moment forth, you are all the same. You are Mages and you’ll be subject to training you’ve never witnessed before.” Lookin’ forward to it, Master. Shojen grinned. It was indeed going to be fun.
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
Blue	April 5, 2012, 1:29 am Post #8
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	Jemima Mevoli Jemima watched the much taller, much older Shojen smiling at the prospect of new training styles. She wasn’t so sure she felt the same enthusiasm. What if she screwed up? What if there was another accident? No, surely her new Master would know how to keep her in check. Her hands shook subtly, as though even they were trying to hide her hesitancy. Her thoughts drifted to Jerry, that poor boy sitting in that chair unable to stand beside her like he had since they’d first met. She wiped away a tear before it could escape. He would be ok... She’d find a way to fix things with him. No matter what the cost would be. Master Mirenai continued on. “To sum up, the Masters have decided that in order for this to work we need to put you into pairs and participate in a mock battle. You'll be forming teams of two and fighting in a large free for all between teams Now, I realise that we have some latecomers that will be arriving soon enough, but for now I’ll also participate to even the numbers.” Jemima’s eyes went wide with shock. She wanted them to do what? Her stomach flipped inside her and her trembling became a little more noticeable. The Master must’ve noticed, because she lifted her hands as if to stop any questions or arguments. “Before you question the method, let it be known that I’m not going to let anything happen to you. This match has two purposes and neither one includes dealing grievous harm for a good laugh. There’s nothing funny about attacking your fellow Mages with the intent being to hurt them on purpose. Accidents happen in skirmishes, but there is a line. And as a Master of the Defensive school, you should know now that there’s no chance of any of you crossing that line without accidentally letting me know that you’re going to do it. My eyes miss nothing.” Jemima relaxed a little then. Master Mirenai could protect the others from her. A Defensive Master should have no problem against a Telekinetic Mage Student who’s lost control. “Like I said, there are two objectives to this match. The first is observation; you need to learn how the other schools fight, how they react in certain situations, under pressure. How they work together when placed in a group together. You should also watch individual people; note their styles and how they move. The second is simple; practice your own skills. And not just your Magic. I’m talking about your teamwork. You guys will be with each other for a long time. Eating together, training together, and living together. The sooner you understand the person next to you, the better. You’ll be counting on each other to deliver on each and every obstacle you face. Trust each other with your lives...” That last part made Jemima nervous all over again, the trembling starting back up once more. But before she could voice her concern, Mirenai was already picking out the teams. “Shojen Stromipher, you’ll be teaming with Arumat. Far left corner of the field.” “Yes Master.” Already, he was off, jogging briskly off down the grass. “Gregory, you’ll be teaming with Louisella. Far right corner of the field. Which leaves you with me, Jemima. That alright with you?” Jemima couldn’t have been more thrilled to have the Master by her side. “Yeah, this’ll be great!” Master Mirenai lifted up her hands to a 45 degree angle. For a moment, her hands glowed crimson, before they shot out three little red balls that each touched down in the designated starting areas. Suddenly, they all expanded, created fairly large sized bubble shields. They would protect against any projectile, physical or otherwise. The Mages who owned their respective bubbles were the only ones who could enter them. “Alright, once everyone’s in position I’ll blow the whistle! On that mark, you’re all to start! When times up, I’ll whistle again!” Jemima took a deep breath and scanned the area for objects that could be used. She could do this... Master Mirenai would be here every step of the way... It would be alright. It would. The whistle blew. Game on... Edited by Blue, April 5, 2012, 2:37 am.
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
Vanity&Ecstasy	April 5, 2012, 2:19 am Post #9
Thief of Hearts Posts: 2,511 Group: Members Member #678 Joined: August 3, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre Anything Interesting What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Country #0#	The punishment was taking longer than he thought but, not one to lift his head for an additional beating Arumat just stood there prone to a blow that would surely be coming eventually. Apparently the insolent swine of a teacher hadn't heard of doling out punishments in a timely manner. He had stood there so long in fact that one of the cretins his own age had walked up and began to inquire as to his state. "An untrained boar I see. It is common for those that are late to be greeted with a beating, at least where I fare from," he responded, not bothering to even look at the female that stood next to him. Arumat's dull eyes looked into the rough wall he leaned against inspecting every bump, crack, and hole. The reflection of the light above cast dim shadows of Arumat's athletic form against the wall. At this rate the beating wouldn't occur until the next king was crowned. As if answering his concerns the female master that the other abominations called Mirenai called out to Arumat, telling him to relax and step back in line like a good soldier. "Yes ma'am," he replied with a solid shout. Taking very practiced steps Arumat fell into line with the other students and positioned himself next to the equally tall boy the master hog had referred to as Gregory. Spreading his feet shoulder-width apart and arms attentively behind his back Arumat looked down on the teacher that was spouting off things that held no importance to the former Imperial. Though the explanation was somewhat short Arumat could only fume that he was being taught by someone that had been raised as a mage. It was disgusting, he would have to douse himself in boiling water just to feel normal. Catching his name Arumat returned his attention to the Head Hog and followed instruction. Walking through anyone that stood in his way Arumat found the left corner and stood there with Shojen. Soon a bubble of magic appeared around them and with it an explanation that only those that 'owned' the bubble could enter. Feeling the hatred for magi circulate through his being Arumat held out his arm and imagined his scythe that had eaten the future he had been guaranteed as an Imperial. "Looks like I'll have to use you once more you horrifying monstrosity," he said, shooting a glance at the scythe. The chirp of the whistle meant it was time to start. Having been raised sparring to the death Arumat was taught the best defense was a quick offense, kill before they know what happened. Brandishing the scythe, Arumat charged through the bubble and into the battleground. Edited by Vanity&Ecstasy, April 5, 2012, 2:40 am.
	Dragon Force: Quest for the Clutch: OOC, Character
Dream	April 5, 2012, 10:47 pm Post #10
Mew? Posts: 3,767 Group: Administrator Member #329 Joined: November 27, 2009 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre 1 x 1 RPs Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype Loveless_Dream Country #0#	Warm rays of sun burst through the closely shaded windows, waking one young woman from her slumber. She sat up in bed, her pale blue eyes peering blankly forward. She stretched, trying to fully wake herself. She slid the covers off of herself, and stood. She pulled her clothing on in practiced ease, never once shifting her eyes from directly in front of her. She was ready much earlier than usual, but she figured she should get an early start if she had any hope of being on time. The Academy was largely new to her, and she still hadn't quite gotten the hang of getting around. Dressed in a long cloak with a low cowl, Jin has a strange, unfriendly appearance. She looks like the type of person nobody would want to get close to. Her long blonde hair fell in a curtain across her face, half blocking her damaged eyes. She pulled the hood over her head, and made her way out of her room. She locked the room behind her, and shoved the key in her pocket. Set for the journey ahead, she started off down the hall. Everything seemed to go downhill from there. Walking along the wall, she dragged her hand across the textured surface. By staying near the wall, she knew she would stand a better chance of getting to the class uninjured. She thought she knew where she was going, refusing any offers of help that came along from good-natured students. That was probably her biggest mistake. Sure enough, it was a matter of minutes before she was thoroughly lost. It took the girl nearly ten more minutes to finally get herself turned in the right direction, and make her way to the class. She walked through the door, and half pushed off the wall. She stood in silence for a few moments, listening to the movements around her. Many years without her vision had caused her hearing to become much sharper than the average. From the sound of it, there were already quite a few people there, and they were all heading off in different directions. Not knowing which person was the master, she settled for standing there and waiting to be told what to do. --- Louisella looked towards the master as she spoke. She nodded once, and walked over to the others, standing in line beside the other young woman. She glanced over at her, analyzing her appearance. She seemed nervous and unsure of herself. That wasn't a comforting sign for the fighter. Next, she turned her attention back to Mirenai. The Defensive Master was explaining what they were going to be doing. She was going to have them fight each other. Somehow that didn't seem like a good idea to Ella. Ella was told that her partner was Gregory, and she looked over at the two boys, trying to figure out which was which. She soon figured out that Gregory was the one with the mask, and she tried not to cringe. What was the point of the mask, she wondered, but didn't say anything. Upon closer examination, she realized that he wasn't in full health. Shrugging it off, she made her way over to where she was supposed to start. She heard Master Mirenai's comment, and nodded her head. Her hand found it's way to the feather attached in her hair. She ran her fingers across it's soft surface, waiting for the signal to begin.
Maye	April 6, 2012, 4:03 am Post #11
Member Posts: 205 Group: Members Member #1,208 Joined: March 25, 2012 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Novice Favorite RP Genre Adventure What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No	Gregory groaned at the mention of a scrimmage. Oh, Jeez... He rubbed his eyes a little, in frustration. No one had told him that there would be fighting (although, really he should have anticipated as much). He's an alchemist, for goodness sake - and not even a good one! He doesn't even know any spells that can be used in battle! There's a reason people like him are put in the supportive classes and people like...like...these guys are put in the aggressive one! He was expecting to be taught transmogrifying techniques not hand-to-hand combat! And to make matters worse, he's stuck with this snooty-looking princess as his partner. Granted, he hadn't even spoken to her, yet, so, for all he knew she was actually a nice girl (Gregory tried not to judge people harshly without actually having talked to them, having experienced this prejudice firsthand) - what really bothered him about partnering up with her was the fact of her glamorous beauty. He really just wouldn't feel right standing beside her, with his monstrous face and obvious faults... Beautiful people always did make him uncomfortable. Sighing, he took a step back to collect himself. Let's just get this over with. The instant the whistle blew, Gregory stuck two fingers in the compartmental belt around his waist (it was a simple leather one that all students studying alchemy were supposed to wear during school hours - inside, it held several charms, potions, instructions and ingredients for creating all sorts of spells and transformations). He brought out a small, tightly rolled paper sack with a piece of parchment tied around it. The parchment had some unintelligible black scribbles on it and, in the center of the sheet, where the parchment met the string, the alchemist symbol for transmogrification. Before Aurmat could reach the center of the training field, Gregory crushed the packet and quickly launched it a few feet in front of himself. The thin packet of paper had ripped on impact, spilling the strange powder all over the ground. Immediately, the dirt began to glow a faint orange color, and became like an agitated liquid. Thick bubbles began to form as slip-like concoction seemed to morph into a vaugely demon-like creature. Gregory's eyes widened a bit in expectation, and his heart skipped a beat. He had never had a spell work before. Unfortunately, before the monstrosity could take it's full form, the mud quickly collapsed within itself and fell to the ground, turning a dark brown color and losing its glow. "Oh." Smoke rose from the defeated little pile. Gregory was a bit disappointed. Well, He thought to himself, At least it didn't explode this ti- A loud eruption knocked Gregory onto his back and covered his face with a thick layer of ash. He coughed a bit, and wearily sat up. The explosion had forced his hair into a sort of humorous spiky position on the top of his head, which looked a bit like a sea urchin. "...." Note to self: dilute sulfuric acid in golem spell. And with that final thought, Gregory fell back to the ground, unconscious. Edited by Maye, April 6, 2012, 5:17 am.
Blue	April 6, 2012, 4:59 am Post #12
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	Mirenai “Let’s go!” The Master rushed out onto the field with Jemima right on her heels. Off in the distance, they could both see Arumat taking off without a second thought, brandishing a massive scythe. Shojen was almost too shocked to comprehend the recklessness of charging out from cover without a strategy, but nonetheless sped out behind his teammate. Mirenai wondered how her first student would be able to manage without his water. Per her instruction, she noticed that he’d purposefully left the off to the side of the field, back near the training dummies. It was still unclear who Arumat was charging for, so Mirenai decided to take him on first and foremost. Gregory was busying himself in an attempt to cast a Golem onto the battlefield, which seemed not to be going so well. “Jemima! Use the dummies in the far corner to distract Gregory and Louisella! If he gets the Golem ready, we’ll be in troub--” She was cut off by a loud explosion, one that shook the battlefield and had Mirenai nearly lose her balance. It wasn’t very large in scale, but when the dust settled, it appeared that Gregory had indeed caught the full brunt of it. He was out cold, she could see. Louisella would be without a partner for a little while. Mirenai only hoped she’d gotten the hang of her Beast Form; else the show would be over rather quickly. “Never mind,” she called to the Telekinesis user, realising the shift in focus. Jemima was slow to react, it seemed, still focused on the source of the explosion. “Send the Dummies at Arumat. See if you can get them spinning whilst they’re still standing.” She was almost in close combat range as she continued towards the former Imperial. There was a look in his eyes that she didn’t like at all. It showed his true intention – a bloodlust the likes of which she’d never seen before. Is this what they were training the child soldiers to be like? It was a disgusting mindset, and she would indeed find a way to free this poor boy from it for good. The Master stopped dead in front of her new student, her hands starting to glow crimson. The spectacle began to reach up her arms, across her chest – she was eventually covered in a red glow. The Ward she’d placed upon herself was both a physical and magic shield. Behind him, she could see Shojen swinging his left arm around, two fingers extended and drawing violet electricity from the air in front of him. He had a plan, what it was she wasn’t sure. Regardless, she took a deep breath and waited for the strike of the Arumat’s Scythe. She had a plan of her own to carry out...
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
Blue	April 6, 2012, 5:42 am Post #13
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	Shojen What in the World is he..? That scythe was huge! For a moment, Shojen counted himself lucky that he was on the once Imperial’s side. Nonetheless, the food had charged into open territory without a battle plan. This was going to be a rough fight if he had to cover someone who lost their cool and didn’t think things through. By the look of it, Mirenai was rushing to meet him, Jemima in tow. On the other far end of the field, it appeared the girl clad in black was just standing back and waiting for her teammate to fight the battle for her. Shojen frowned at that – surely she knew the battle had started? Nevertheless, the boy – revealing himself an Alchemist – was focusing on his Golem creation. He could see the glow from his position, even in the daylight. That wasn’t good. If he got that thing up and fighting... *BOOM* “Huh... I’ve never seen that happen before. There weren’t even any combustible elements in there...” Shojen rushed forward then, seeing that one team had pretty much caused itself to forfeit. It was sad to see that the people he’d be working this closely with had a lot to learn before they could actually be considered combat effective. They weren’t being groomed for a War yet though, there was still much time. With his mind back on the match, Shojen watched after Arumat again. Mirenai had pretty much closed the gap now, and behind her Jemima had her attention focused entirely on the training dummies. How he hated those things. Especially when they hit back... Shojen shot his left hand out in front of him; two fingers extended, and began to wave it around. The lightning began to crackle and fizzle as he drew the symbol for infinity. A red glow caught his attention for a moment as Mirenai stood her ground against the Magic Weapon wielder. Guess that meant he was gunning for Jemima..? Good, he wanted to get at those dummies. Shojen inhaled deeply, lightning pulsing all about him. The purple electricity waited impatiently for a destination, making the hair under his hood stand up and wave about. With a quick flick of the wrist, Shojen shot his attack forth and called aloud. “Wrath of the Stormbearer!” The electrical charge flew straight at the first dummy that Jemima had gone for, a direct hit that made the wood catch and begin to burn. A smirk appeared on his features as the girl stumbled back and cried out in fear. He felt a little bad, but lightning in itself was a scary thing. Being afraid of lightning wouldn’t help a situation. Braving it would. It would show an opponent you weren’t fearful of them. That you could handle everything they had. That wasn’t to say he expected Jemima to run at him whilst he shot lightning at her. But she could’ve handled it better than what she had. Without another thought on the matter, he began to charge up again. He could feel himself getting tired already – the next shot would have less power and the next after that even less. But this is what he needed. He needed to learn how to properly expel energy as he fought. He only hoped Jemima would be learning as she fought too. He could already see what he would do next were he in her shoes. Whether she saw it too was another story entirely. He waited patiently, and continued to draw forth more energy...
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
Blue	April 6, 2012, 6:20 am Post #14
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	Jemima ”Let’s go!” “Right!” Jemima followed her Master onto the field and out of the bubble. Rather than scan the battlefield for opponents, she kept her eyes on Mirenai. It was one the weaknesses she wasn’t yet aware of – she was always focused on the one spot or the one person. Later on, it would leave her open to attack. And Mirenai wouldn’t always be there to save her. “Jemima! Use the dummies in the far corner to distract Gregory and Louisella! If he gets the Golem ready, we’ll be in troub--” The ground shook and Jemima, unlike her Master, fell over once more. Mirenai didn’t see it happen, but the embarrassment was still there. The girl picked herself up quickly, finally catching the site of the explosion and the one who’d caused it. The boy didn’t look hurt – kind of amusing actually – but when he feel backwards, she did feel a little sorry for him. Why wasn’t that redheaded girl helping him..? Mirenai’s voice broke her concerned trance. “Never mind. Send the Dummies at Arumat. See if you can get them spinning whilst they’re still standing.” Jemima nodded, rushing backwards towards the courtyard wall. Picking out the first training dummy she saw, she cast her hands forward and began to raise them slowly. The training dummy came out of the ground with relative ease she noticed, but once it was in midair she found she was having some trouble keeping it that way. That was when it happened. *FISCHHhhhhh!* “Ahh!” Jemima stumbled backwards and fell on her butt as a bolt of lightning struck the dummy. The wooden exterior ignited rather quickly, but the fire wasn’t what startled her. “Where... where did that come from?! There isn’t a cloud in the sky!” Her eyes scanned around the field, looking for a possible source. She spotted Shojen, but only a second too late. Lightning struck a second dummy – a completely metal one – and knocked it straight over and crackling. Jemima was trembling all over again. So THAT was his ability?! She would’ve hated to have gotten stuck with that! She could barely handle telekinesis. Lightning was even more dangerous... No, she had to remain focused. Looking back over at the row of dummies, she lifted her hands up once more as she sat on the ground, her backside still aching. The first dummy to have been struck was now completely ablaze, but it appeared that she could still lift it thanks to the metal inside. With all of her willpower, she threw her hands up and out. The dummy went hurtling through the sky, high into the air and leaving entrails of smoke behind in an arcing line. It barrelled its way back down to Earth faster than she could’ve comprehended. Luckily however, the training equipment soared right over Shojen’s head and bounced off his team’s defensive sphere. “...Damn it! I missed!” she cried out as she got to her feet. She wasn’t focused on the lightning coming towards her now, she kept her eyes firmly on her opponents. Jemima lifted her hands once more, and the second training dummy was back on its base. Her hands came forward again, and this time the sentient form dragged across the field towards the charging Arumat... How would he handle that..?
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
Dream	April 7, 2012, 10:44 pm Post #15
Mew? Posts: 3,767 Group: Administrator Member #329 Joined: November 27, 2009 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre 1 x 1 RPs Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype Loveless_Dream Country #0#	Ella heard the whistle signifying the beginning of the battle. She stood slightly behind Gregory, wondering what he was doing. She didn't know how long he would last. He didn't look like the type to fight, and sure enough, it wasn't long before she was proven right. It seemed as though he had tried to create something, but failed. Instead, he managed to knock himself unconscious. Ella was standing slightly too close to the explosion, and was knocked back. After standing, she dusted herself off, and looked to the battle. Deciding to get involved, she took a few running steps forward before jumping into the air. Instead of coming down a few seconds later, however, she shifted. Her features became softer, her hair flowing out into a mass of feathers. She lifted herself off with feathery wings, flying with precision towards the battle. In her beast form, she was hardly the same. She looked a lot different, though still held the same sort of majestic beauty she always had. She spread her wings wide, holding her talons out in front of her, and dove straight for the nearest two, which just so happened to be the Master and Arumat. She then noticed the shield that Mirenai was putting up, and swerved last second. She didn't know what it was, and was unsure of what would happen if she touched it. She swerved directly into the path of a flying fireball, or at least, that was what it looked like. In reality, it was just the fighting dummy that was being launched at one of the other students. She dodged that as well, feeling the feathers on her wings singing slightly. "Aw come ON!" she grumbled before turning to dive towards the girl responsible. --- Standing against the wall, Jin was trying to figure out exactly what was going on. When everything was once fairly quiet, only the sounds of footsteps being heard, not was complete chaos to her. She backed up slowly as she heard the unmistakable crack of lightening. She really didn't like the sound of that. She couldn't smell any sort of storm, so it could only be coming from one of the students. That was when she realized, they were fighting. It took a few seconds more to realize that they weren't all from one school, but a mixture of all three. With that realization came another, more frightening one. If any of them saw her, they could charge right at her, not knowing anything about her. She backed up more, pressing against the wall. She really didn't like the thought of that. She wasn't a big fan of fighting, though she could if she really had to. Of course, that would only work if she knew she was in the fight. She could be dead before she even knew someone was attacking her, especially if that lightening wielder decided to go after her.
Vanity&Ecstasy	April 7, 2012, 11:06 pm Post #16
Thief of Hearts Posts: 2,511 Group: Members Member #678 Joined: August 3, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre Anything Interesting What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Country #0#	An explosion? Whatever it was had made Arumat take a brief second to collect his mind again. The explosion had been a healthy distraction and apparently resulted in the fainting of the tall mage, though none of this was known to the blood crazed Imperial. Taking in his surroundings the others entered into the battleground and were slowly beginning to fight each other. Or maybe they were going to be fighting him? It didn't matter, playing kill the traitor was often a game played during training. 'Ah. I should have known being Imperial would be seen as an unnecessary risk. Oh well, guess I'll just kill them all if that's the case,' he thought watching the Master Boar approaching him with a strange barrier forming around her. Behind him he heard the snap of lightning, probably one of the students attacking the air. From his left he also heard the strange sound of straw and old wood dragging against the ground. Whatever it was he would outrun it that was for certain. As the distance closed between himself and the master two plans occurred to Arumat. He could either attack the Master first or surprise the Master. Fighting someone well versed in magic wasn't something a non-graduated Imperial could do but, fighting a weak mage that had confidence issues was simple. Steps before he would make contact with the Master Swine, Arumat performed a quick cut to her side instead choosing to go after the student teammate who was doing her best to concentrate on something. "See you later you ugly bovine," Arumat jeered, brandishing his scythe toward the young girl. "Forgive your blood if you die you urchin," he shouted at Jemima, twirling his body so that the scythe would carry with his body weight and plant itself into her soft body.
	Dragon Force: Quest for the Clutch: OOC, Character
Maye	April 10, 2012, 6:16 am Post #17
Member Posts: 205 Group: Members Member #1,208 Joined: March 25, 2012 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Novice Favorite RP Genre Adventure What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No	Gregory was shaken from his rather pleasant rest by very loud and dangerous-seeming sounds. His groggy state of mind and throbbing headache stopped him from realizing the perils of laying vulnerably in the middle of a battlefield, without any protection. He did not move to get up, or even stir in his position on the dusty ground. The only movement he made was due to a soft cough caused by his sickness (and, you know, inhaling sulfuric ash). He hadn't even blinked for about 5 minutes. All Gregory bothered doing was looking up at the sky. It was a cloudless, sunny day and birds were cycling overhead. Gregory wanted to believe that they were vultures, coming to redeem his soul to the great expanse above, but, in reality, they were probably just bluebirds trying to enjoy the good weather of this region...It was all so quaint and agreeable. Gregory did not like this. He started thinking about the dream he just had - it was hard to really remember the details of it, even though he had just experienced it. As he wracked his brain trying to remember, it occurred to him that it may have not been a dream at all, but actually a memory. Or, was it a memory turned into a dream? Gregory could never tell the difference. It seemed to him that all he ever dreamed of were memories. He believed that it was about his sister. Yes. Now that he was thinking a little more clearly (the effects of his concussion were lessening, at this point) She had turned into a raven and was terrorizing the village by eating all the wheat crops (but that wouldn't be very likely to happen, Gregory though, in retrospect, because his village only grew vegetable crops). Anyway, his sister was a raven, and his mother....was his mother even there? Gregory vaguely recalled her presence, although he couldn't really place her at the scene....His brother was there, though - not one of the living, older ones, but the one he had never met. It was strange to him to think that he was able to picture someone who he had not only never seen in his life, but had died before he was even born. Maybe it was one of those things he often heard of - where people are visited by their dead relatives who warn them about their impending doom. Don't trust the shady bartender! Your sister-in-law is a swindler! Stay away from the bay at night! But his brother hadn't warned him about anything. He hadn't even spoken. And now it saddened Gregory a little to not be able to remember his face. That memory was a blur to him now. But that was befitting of a false memory. He glanced over a little, without really moving his head, to see how his partner was doing (after all, he did feel a little guilty of abandoning her like that). Surprisingly, she seemed to have vanished. Huh. How weird. Gregory shut his eyes as tightly as he could. For a minute or two, he just laid there, oblivious of the happenings around him. "...." Maybe it I just stay here, and lay real still no one will bother with me. "...." A small rock hit his cheek, forcing Gregory to stir. Ah, jeez. Apparently taking a nap in the middle of a training field was a bad idea, after all. He turned his head over to where the offending debris had come. His sight was still a little hazy from all the dust in the air, but he managed to make out a dark, hooded figure standing in the far outskirts of the field. He wondered what that person was doing, just standing there when there was a fight going on and contemplated going over to warn them before remembering that he was a coward. Ha ha...Yeah, I think I'll just stay here for the time being. No need to get myself killed, needlessly. "Forgive your blood if you die, Urchin!" Gregory quickly jumped to his feet and ran over to the mysterious hooded figure. Any place was safer than here. Edited by Maye, April 10, 2012, 6:23 am.
Blue	April 11, 2012, 1:26 am Post #18
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	Mirenai The Master braced herself for impact and stood her ground. At the last second, Arumat sidestepped - the scythe swung at her from the side. Her entire body was shielded so when it cut at her hip there was no damaged done. The shield simply flickered for a brief moment, and as the scythe had attempted to cleave through it, the sound of scraping metal could be heard. Mirenai was honestly surprised. Attacking from the side wasn’t what she had expected. However, she’d never taken on anyone who wield such a weapon before. Magic Weapon users usually specialised in swords, hammers, maces, axes, spears and bows. The Scythe was an awkward weapon, that was for sure. Regardless though, she was glad to know that she was getting something out of the lesson too. As she turned to face him however, she found he’d already left her. "See you later you ugly bovine." A queer insult, but the thing that Mirenai was more concerned about was who he would take a strike at next. She didn’t even need to look to know. He was after Jemima. There was no scenario that Mirenai could play out in her head where the Imperial didn’t slice the girl in half and traumatise everyone on the training field. Anger seethed within her, the idea that her one of her own students would try to kill another. He wasn’t an Imperial anymore; surely he was aware of that. But no, that bloodlust was too strong for him to control just yet. It was abhorrent. How dare he think he could get away with this? Mirenai’s shield dropped as Arumat dodged and weaved through the training dummies to where the poor girl stood terrified and near defenceless. "Forgive your blood if you die you urchin!" That was the final straw. He was going to try and kill her. As he raised his scythe, Mirenai was already moving. Her right arm glowed red once more, and a little ball of energy formed in her hand. With a roar, she threw her hand forward and hoped her aim was true. The energy blob flew past the now stationary dummies, barely missing a few. It ducked straight under Arumat’s proceeding arm and caught Jemima right on the shoulder. The gel expanded instantly, and the shield threw itself around the petrified student in a small red sphere. Mirenai sighed, knowing that her student was safe from the oncoming attack. Well, one student was safe... She watched in horror as Louisella dove down through the sky in her hawk form, heading for Jemima. The shield would bounce her off like a rubber ball. She only hoped that the girl had the sense to stop before she got herself in real trouble... A loud crack of lightning shot across the battlefield flew right past Mirenai’s head and struck Arumat’s right hand just before he could bring his blow down upon the shield. The flow of electricity consumed his arm for a few seconds, but went no further than that before dissipating. Mirenai was stunned by Shojen’s actions. Had he believed Arumat’s intentions to be bloodthirsty as well? Though they’d only been teammates for that short amount of time, she was glad to know that her first student could pick up on something like that. Turning back to Shojen, she nodded her head, but did not smile. There would be a whole array of things to work out here... And Arumat would have a lot of explaining to do.
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
Blue	April 11, 2012, 1:56 am Post #19
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	Shojen The student paused his attack on Jemima as his teammate came to blows with their Master. The girl seemed to be focusing her telekinesis on getting Arumat away from Mirenai, but the dummies hadn’t even reached halfway point yet. Not that the field was big, they were just really slow. Shojen anticipated the impact. He knew that whatever his teammate could deal out, Mirenai would be able to handle. But then as Arumat sidestepped, Shojen’s eyes narrowed. An insignificant slice to the hip was nothing; why had he even bothered? Was it to try and confuse Mirenai so that his next attack would prove more effective? The man had read books on the use of many weapons in battle. The scythe was said to have been most efficient in pulling an opponent wherever you wanted them to be when you cut right through them. The blade acted as a hook half the time. But as Arumat ran away from the Master, his true intentions became all too clear. Mirenai had sensed it too, he could see. It was just a short matter of time until there was blood strewn all across the training field. Well, not on his watch. Lightning fizzed around his left hand once more. The Imperial was moving fast, and even from where he was standing Shojen could see the fear in her eyes. She truly believed the end was coming. The look on her face made him sad to think that this would be her first impression of her classmates. The way Arumat approached her, getting ever closer with that scythe brandished and ready, made him incredibly angry. What had that bastard so possessed that he felt he had to kill one of them? No. You will not harm her. I’ll get you first. The lightning crackled fiercely now, some strange new energy now overtaking him and returning the power he’d been losing. Was this what Mirenai had spoken about? The student tried not to focus on it, instead intending to put his theory to action. He shot his left arm forward, and the violet light bursting forth from his two fingertips. The charge flew right near his Master’s head and impacted straight on Arumat’s raised hand. Shojen hadn’t noticed the shield until that moment, or the red hawk diving down towards the shield at a dangerous speed; he hadn’t even realised Mirenai had been in the line of fire. All he had seen was his target, and in that moment it was all that mattered. The electricity surged in a controlled fashion around Arumat’s arm. Shojen held his fingers in position for a moment more, before finally realising his hold. The lightning was gone as soon as it had appeared. Mirenai looked back at him and nodded. He returned the gesture, but like her, exhibited no joy. He would figure out his own powers and do some more testing later. For now, he had to see if Jemima was ok, and whether the Master would make the Imperial pay for what he did. Perhaps it truly is as the saying goes: “Once Disenchanted, Always Disenchanted.”
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
Blue	April 11, 2012, 3:46 am Post #20
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	Jemima Cliché as it was, it all happened in a flash. The Imperial barrelled down upon her and no matter how many training dummies she threw at him, he just kept coming. Not a single one touched him. She was going to die. That weapon was huge, and it was going to cut her clean in half. Jemima dropped to her knees, staring up at her killer with tears streaming down her face and eyes wide with shock and fear. So this was it..? No, no she didn’t want to die here! But there was nothing she could do. He was only a few steps away now. Before she knew it, she’d be splattered across the field and her new resolve would all have been for naught. Jerry. Forgive me... She watched fearful though unflinching as Arumat swung at her with a scream. Her fate was sealed. The last thing she saw was red. She didn’t make a sound, just closed her eyes and waited for the end. Something touched her shoulder and she certainly flinched then. She welcomed death’s embrace. However - to her surprise, it never embraced her in return. After a few seconds, she could still only see red, a crimson screen across her vision. But... there was something still outside of it. A large figure looming over her, the shape of the weapon she believed would end her stationary in the air above her. The figure’s right arm was covered in a maroon light. Or at least it looked maroon. Jemima looked down. She seemed to be alright as far as she could see. And the ground beneath her, green grass. Where the heck was she..? Her gaze lifted again as the light disappeared and the red around her evaporated. The sky became blue once more, the depth of the field came back into view and Arumat was standing over her, his right arm... smoking! What in the world just happened?! “Jemima!” Her gaze moved from Arumat to the combined voices of Shojen and Master Mirenai. Both rushed over to her rather quickly. Mirenai got there first. She bent down next to Jemima and looked her over. “Are you hurt at all, Sweetie..?” Her shoulder felt numb, but when she voiced that concern the Master waved it off with a smile. “Just a side effect of the gel shield; The feeling will return in a few minutes. Mirenai wrapped her arms around her pupil. I’m just glad you’re alright. Any problems, come see me, ok?” The student nodded. As Shojen was arriving, Mirenai gave him a thumbs up. He nodded in response before suddenly shoving Arumat back with a violent push. “Get away from her you Imperial whelp! You coul—“ Jemima gasped, still not entirely able to grasp the situation at hand. “Shojen, that’s enough! I’ll take care of this! Go and see our new arrival and check on Gregory.” The Master roared, stepping in between the two of them before the Imperial could react. The Stormbearer glared balefully at Arumat before turning away and walking off towards the courtyard’s entrance. Jemima’s eyes were still wide with shock. He was more angry about the whole incident than she had deemed possible. The Master broke her line of thought. ”Arumat.” she spoke with such authority, and Jemima could detect a hint of anger in the Master’s tone. ”What were you thinking? You’re not an Imperial anymore! You don’t kill your fellow Mages, under ANY circumstance! You nearly destroyed the girl! Believe it or not, you’re no better than anyone here. You may be stronger than most, but you’re nothing in terms of what it means to be a Mage. Not yet. This exercise was for the testing of the students’ abilities. It was NEVER a fight to the last Mage standing.” Jemima nearly started crying all over again. He’d meant to kill her? For what reason..? Is this what their enemies all conspired to do to them..? ”You were lucky that Shojen is a forgiving soul. He could just as easily have killed you with that lightning strike. You could learn a thing or two from him. In fact, you will. I’m hereby demoting you to Secondary Apprentice level. You’re still in this class, but you will be sticking with Stromipher and following his instructions as well as my own. It’ll be like this until you can prove to me that you’re not just out to destroy other students, and that you’re actually trying to become a better person. You’re not an Imperial. But you’re also not even close to becoming a Mage. You understand me?” Jemima suddenly inhaled deeply. Had she been holding her breath that entire time? Standing back up, she stood behind Master Mirenai and stared frightfully up at the man before her. Would he start coming after her now..? Suddenly she wished that he’d killed her instead. This fear was menacing, she hated it. ”You’re confined to your quarters for now, Arumat. Shojen will come and see you shortly. Dismissed. Jemima, Louisella. Come with me.”
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
Vanity&Ecstasy	April 11, 2012, 4:16 am Post #21
Thief of Hearts Posts: 2,511 Group: Members Member #678 Joined: August 3, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre Anything Interesting What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Country #0#	What had happened? He had felt the dragging of his scythe against something heavy but that was only a momentary delay. Then everything was going blank. His scythe had disappeared completely by the time he had brought it up over his head. An intense pain struck his arm causing his entire body to spasm, his heart began to miss beats and in that instant he felt his life was ending just like that. Raising a defiant arm, Arumat curled his fingers into a fist and began to pound on his chest simulating a heartbeat. It was the only thing he could do at a time like this. Ignoring the shove there was something else that wasn't right here. Why he was having to beat his own heart, why he was being treated like some kind of villain it was all disappearing. Looking to his blackened hand the wound frightened him. Had he been struck by lightning? He had heard of such things happening and that there were cases where people lost their memories but, no way that could happen to him. Right? Looking at the woman who was practically yelling at him Arumat felt fear. He was losing his memory and people were yelling at him? A girl that had been weeping beside him was being taken away. Kill. Demoted. Not an Imperial. Not even a mage? What was he then? The unknown was scaring him, he was nothing to these people. There were things he remembered like being abandoned and going through some sort of hellish training but, was it these people who had given him such training? The way they were yelling it certainly seemed like it. As the others left Arumat just sat there shaking violently as pulses of electricity urged his body to work overtime. Every so often his hand would lash out as a burst of electrical pulses shot from his mind. 'What did I do? It must have been horrible if these people hate me this much,' he thought, placing his shaking hands on the ground. Using all the strength he could muster from his shivering muscles Arumat stood avoiding the gazes of the students that remained. Pushing open the doors Arumat browsed through his broken memories for the way back to his designated room. 'I don't know what's happening. I get hit by lightning and they treat me like the victim? Who are these weird people,' he thought, stumbling down the hallways slamming into the walls with his shoulder to redirect his mind from everything especially the wound still scorching his hand. Pushing open the dark cave of a room his memories called home, Arumat entered the darkness. Feeling around Arumat found his chair and desk. The yelling lady had said something about coming to see him again soon. He didn't want to get yelled at again that was for certain. Dragging the desk across the dark room Arumat set it in front of the door as a small barricade. Next he pulled his bed up and butted it up against the desk creating a second layer of defense. Picking up the fur he had felt Arumat huddled into the blind corner of the room, that wasn't immediately visible from where the door would open, and covered himself with the fur. Slowly he wracked his mind searching through the fragmented memories for answers. Scythe. Three people dead. No past. No future. Being called nothing. Torturous training. Nothing was making sense at this point.
	Dragon Force: Quest for the Clutch: OOC, Character
Dream	April 11, 2012, 7:13 pm Post #22
Mew? Posts: 3,767 Group: Administrator Member #329 Joined: November 27, 2009 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre 1 x 1 RPs Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype Loveless_Dream Country #0#	Jin was trying to make sense of the chaos around her. Her head was turning in every direction, trying to identify the different sounds she was hearing. There was a lot of shouting, and it was slightly overwhelming for the young girl. Suddenly, one sound, louder than the others, began to inch closer. She soon recognized it as footsteps, and was instantly panicked. She backed up towards the wall, away from the ever nearing sounds, and pulled her hood further over her face. "D...don't...don't come any closer!" her voice quivered with fear, though she tried not to show it. There was somebody coming, somebody she didn't know, and their intent was very much in question. Not long after, she heard the sounds of battle stop, and breathed a sigh of relief. The end of the battle meant she would be safe. She then heard another set of footprints heading in her direction, and inhaled sharply. "Who...who's there?" she inquired. --- Louisella dived towards the woman, planning on striking her in a virtually harmless blow, probably knocking her over, but nothing more. A red film seemed to cover the woman, and the hawkgirl blinked in confusion. She had no idea what that was, but she really didn't like the look of it. She pulled up at the last second, barely managing to avoid the mysterious color surrounding the other female. In pulling up, she nearly got herself fried as a flash of lightening flew through the air, heading straight for the scythe-wielding male. She swerved around, coming to a stop near the rest of the group. Something was wrong, even her animalistic mind could comprehend that. Standing on talon-clawed feet, she shifted back to her human form. "What's going on?" Ella asked, her face a mask of calm. She was then told to go with Mirenai, and nodded. Something was going on, and she wasn't sure what it was. She brushed her singed red hair out of her face, waiting for some sort of explanation. Edited by Dream, April 11, 2012, 10:54 pm.
Maye	April 12, 2012, 12:03 am Post #23
Member Posts: 205 Group: Members Member #1,208 Joined: March 25, 2012 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Novice Favorite RP Genre Adventure What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No	Gregory stopped to catch his breath. The initial adrenaline rush had given him the strength to propel forward at a decent speed, but his poor state of health stopped him a little short. He was coughing quite a bit, and trying feverantly to breath normally, but still managed to choke out a few words. "....What're you...doing....," he paused to spit some pinkish saliva onto the ground, "Here?" With a sharp intake of breath, he gently clasped the girl's wrist with his large, cold hands and was going to pull her over to where he thought was safer. In retrospect, when someone pleads for you to go away and not come any closer to them, it's generally best to leave them alone and not touch them, but Gregory was still feeling a little delirious from his earlier fall and wasn't exactly adept at registering the situation. "It's dangerous over here," he said to her as he pulled her a little ways away. By the time Shojen got to them, Gregory's grasp had weakened, forcing him to let go. "Guy!" he said, a little slurred, " This...," he let out an exaggerated exhale, still trying to recover from his physical exertion," This...this one," he pointed over to the hooded girl behind him, "Was just standing there, so I thought I'd bring her over here to where she couldn't get hit by accident, or something...Hold on a moment." Gregory's words felt like they were coming out a little sloppily, and nonsensically, so he set his hand against the nearby wall in an attempt to steady himself, continuing to breath heavily as he did so. Edited by Maye, April 12, 2012, 12:13 am.
Dream	April 13, 2012, 8:51 pm Post #24
Mew? Posts: 3,767 Group: Administrator Member #329 Joined: November 27, 2009 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre 1 x 1 RPs Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype Loveless_Dream Country #0#	Jin was backed full into the wall, unable to move further from the ever-approaching feet. She smelled the unmistakable scent of sickness, and relaxed slightly. If the guy was sick, there was no way he would hurt her. That just made sense. He was probably just as scared as she was, right? She could hear his continued approach, and before she could do anything, he reached her. To her horror, she soon felt a hand grasp her wrist. The young girl freaked out. She spun around, trying to free her hand from the foreign grasp. "LET ME GO!" she screeched at the top of her lungs. If the person hadn't smelled as sick as they did, she would probably have reacted much worse. Fortunately for him, for she could tell by the voice that it was, in fact, a guy, she went easy on him. Instead of striking back at him, she simply turned the other direction. She walked off before she heard more footsteps, belonging to another person who the first seemed to recognize as he spoke to the other. "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!?!?" her voice was raised in fear. She had no idea who was there, and all she wanted was to find Mirenai. That was the only person she knew, and until she figured out who everyone else was, that was the only one she would put up with. And the Master surely knew better than to sneak up on her. She had to. Nobody in their right mind would sneak up on someone like that.
Blue	April 17, 2012, 3:43 am Post #25
The Token Australian Posts: 1,781 Group: Members Member #647 Joined: July 24, 2010 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7 Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No Country #13#	“It’s alright, sweetheart. I’m right here.” Mirenai placed a soft hand on Jin’s shoulder. “I’ve got you now.” Her heart broke every time this girl would cry out for help. No one was going to harm her truly, but the mere prospect of contact with anything foreign and she was a goner; lost to the world in a fit of fear. Mirenai took Gregory by his free arm and led him a step back from the girl. “I know you meant well, kiddo. It’s alright. You’ll have time to get better acquainted in just a moment. I need to talk to Shojen for just a sec.” She squeezed Jin’s shoulder gently, a reassuring gesture she hoped. The Storm Bearer’s blue eyes flitted to meet his Master’s and narrowed ever so slightly. He was wary of what would come next. “Master.” his deep, grainy tone made Mirenai cock her head to the side. “Don’t sound so glum, my dear sweet boy.” She led him a little away from the group before she stopped, folding her arms. Shojen’s gaze never left her – she’d ask him to do something for her, he knew it. His left thumb twitched ever so slightly, he was almost sure he’d imagined it. “Let’s just cut to the chase Master. What would you have me do?” “You’ll be taking Arumat under your wing from this moment forward. He’s yours to mould and turn into one of us.” The Storm Bearer simply nodded. He knew what his Master had planned. The two of them were from the same school, and Shojen had a lot of knowledge concerning all aspects of that field. Having said that though, it wasn’t going to be easy, and there were massive risks. “Yes, Moth—Master.” His cast his vision down and to the side as he corrected himself a little too late. Mirenai’s expression softened a little, putting whatever she’d planned to do next aside almost immediately. “Oh Shojen. You were my first ever student and I’ve spent all of my life raising you to be the greatest you can be. I used to wish each day that you would call me by that title.” Shojen’s vision met hers once more, the hints of a smile edging upon his cheeks. He blinked twice in rapid succession, catching the tear before it could fall. That’s what hurt Mirenai the most. Because while she’d always treated and loved him like her own son, her head kept her planted firmly on the ground. “But… I think it would be an insult to your mother’s memory if you let go of the last thing you have left of her...” The remnants of the boy’s smile disappeared in an instant and the tears dried up; she noticed his right hand had clenched up. “I’ve no memory of her, Master. I’m grateful for her sacrifice, but I never felt anything else for that woman. They say that the day we were fleeing the Capital, it was my crying that had alerted the guards. They say that I cried as the Mages – who were sworn to protect me – died at the hands of disenchanted soldiers...” she could see the pain in his face. A lot of Mages had died that day, including her own Master. By the end of the battle, she was back in the Enclave with a newborn boy clutched in her arms, a shield clasped around the entirety of his little body. She cast her eyes downward. It was a memory she didn’t like to remember. The only good thing that had come out of that rescue had been Shojen. “And they say, that when my Mother couldn’t stop me crying, she handed me over to you. A ten year old girl who knew nothing about caring for a child. And I’m sure you remember this much yourself; I stopped crying. And then, after making the single greatest decision of her life in handing me over to you, she died too. Whenever I stopped for a moment to try and remember her, your face is all I end up seeing...” Mirenai’s heart sank. She knew the story better than anyone. She’d been alone and scared. She stopped herself thinking about it before she could start tearing up. “Shojen, I know how strongly you feel about this. More than you kno--” “It’s alright Master. I understand. I’ll go and check on Arumat.” Mirenai’s chest ached as the boy walked away, knowing that she couldn’t turn around and face the students feeling like that. Taking a deep breath, she took a final look at Shojen and went back to the group. “Alright guys, I’m back.” She moved to Jin’s side and wrapped a protective arm around her shoulder. “How about we get started with proper introductions? Jin, would you like to go first..?" Meanwhile. Shojen walked through the halls of the enclave, silent as a shadow. His face was hidden behind his blue hood. He kept his own troubles bottled up now though. He had an order to comply to. And an Imperial to train. When he reached Arumat’s room, he turned the handle. When he tried to open the door though, he found it had been barricaded rather effectively. The inside of the room was dark, minus the crack of light which shone in through the ajar door. “Arumat; It’s Shojen. Open the door.” His tone was deep and on guard. He knew this boy was dangerous. If he burst in, he would be lucky not to cop a scythe to the face. “I’ve been instructed to be your new... instructor.” He preferred the sound of “handler”, but he remained as respectful as he could manage. He could not forget that this one had nearly killed another student today. Not to mention he was probably going to be a little bitter about the lightning strike. Shojen knocked on the door once more, starting to get impatient. He couldn’t hear anything coming from the room. “Arumat. Open this door now.”
	'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
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