Three potted cactus in a trench coat.
SA: Dorms
That was well over a 'little' jump but Ever paid it no heed. She just finished unpacking and moved over to sit in the sunlight from the window. Aaaah. Felt good.
"It's fine. What's the canvas for?"
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The Dorms
Lucy blushed, looking down a little sheepishly and sitting down on her own bed. "U-um... well I like p-painting, and I-I thought that..." she trailed off, turning an even deeper shade of red and wringing her hands as her voice became little more than a whisper. "...I-I thought I c-could start p-painting everyone i-in class their own p-portraits in m-my spare time. L-Like as a greeting g-gift or something."
She gave a little half smile. "A-and yes, I know i-it's kinda ironic for t-the ink girl to like painting..." she said with a hint of humour.
edited 4th Mar '18 1:38:37 PM by Enirboreh
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Three potted cactus in a trench coat.
SA: Dorms
The girl spread her 'hair' out wider in the window, catching more sun. A satisfied look came over her."Bet you save on paint just using her ink." A tinge of humor had entered Ever's voice in turn.
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"Well, you probably know were sorting out dorm and roommates. By the way, I'm the first door on the third floor if you want to be mine." Oliver paused awkwardly. "Or not, I don't really mind." He then walked back to his room much quicker than before.
The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.
Liam seemed to regard her with at first a sense of suspicion, and then relaxed, smiling a bit despite how this all came off, "Let me just say first and foremost that shouting through the entire dorms in that kind of voice probably sends the wrong kind of message. If you wanted to talk, just come to my dorm and talk to me."
Liam then looked over the practice instruments, regarding them with a careful look.
He then crossed his arms, "...And what do you mean, doing things by touch?"
He wasn't sure entirely what her powers were, but he figured he might need to be careful going forward.
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Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Matten smiled back at him. "Oh, I started popping into rooms. Very inefficient means of searching."
She cocked her head, "And delighted that you asked. If you're choosing sight, just take that cloth, bleed on it, and watch your phantasm-clone work. Choose touch and I'll do the hard work for you."
She smiled brighter. "I could tell you what's going on in with that power of yours. You wouldn't have to cut yourself. I just need to take some small claim over your soul. Routine stuff really. Just say 'yes' and to prove your agreement," Matten's eyes wandered a moment while she decided, "kiss me here," she put a finger on her cheek "unless you prefer the feet."
edited 4th Mar '18 4:31:46 PM by CenturyEye
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Breath of the Sun
Dorm Hallway - Confronting the Devil
"I'd advise against making any contract with that thing, Eckart." Mikael spoke up.
He'd ignored the commotion earlier - if it had been anything serious, the faculty probably would have alerted him - but upon hearing the devil-possessed girl shriek in a thousand voices, he'd decided to step out. He'd since taken off his coat and gloves, leaving him in a short sleeved shirt, and revealing countless scars that trailed up his arms and vanished into his sleeves. Bite marks, claw scratches, even the rounded scars left by a tusk or horn, all marred his flesh.
"My grandfather told me stories of creatures like that." He pointed a scarred finger at Matten. "None of them have happy endings. Regardless of what it offers, you will suffer should you accept, of that I can assure you."
He crossed his arms. "Of course, if you wish to be a fool, I won't stop you."
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Dormitory Corridor
"Darling, this is why sleep is good for you." Matten ran a hand down her side and made a pose. "'She' fits nicely." It's the pronoun you're looking for."
"I get experience with scams and suffering too," she had turned away from Mikael and had begun tracing a circle in the air near her halo while she eyed Liam. "Makes you prudent and yet stubborn and overly paranoid when good things come along. I don't know your history," But I see and feel plenty. So, many scars. I wonder who you want vengeance on... "but we're classmates, and I'm your favorite, surely. Rely on me, and let me rely on you. That's all."
Matten paused mid-nop, pointedly keeping her halo in focus. "Take thy reward, and remember there are two. If all you want is the cloth, all you have to do is take it. You can always come find me later. I'm hard to miss." She put a finger on her chin in a faux thinking gesture. "And a delight to kiss, even on the cheek."
Liam looked between Mikael and back at Matten, considering what she was offering was basically him opening up his soul to her. She, the same one who basically boomed throughout the dorms in a demonic voice calling out for him. Yeah he definitely got the feeling that girl was trouble. She sure hid it well enough.
He outright chuckled, "No worries there, Mikael, I am not about to take on another contract. Considering I'm already in a generational one."
He extended one hand and let Regalia explode outward from his hand. All at once a massive flaring force of energy surged upward like a torch's flame - Regalia was all at once a burning, protective, restorative but at the same time utterly destructive force. Liam had no idea what Matten's reaction would be to seeing this.
"I am not proud of this power, or what it can do, but I will do my best to wield it. That is the resolve The Saint has given me."
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Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Dormitory Corridor
"Oh, you addressed that refusal to 'Mikael,'" Nonetheless, Matten's pleasant expression returned when she saw him turn the thing on, despite its...light.
"Ah!" she grinned widely and giggled. "That was amazing!" I wonder what else Saint has told you. "I could almost tear up at that," she added, without a hint of sarcasm and, in any case, wiping at her eyes.
"Oh well," she cocked her head, tracing circles on the table, "I guess you don't need me here anymore." she twirled the cloth before taking it up. "That can't be helped—right now. Ok, then. I'll finish that burrow and then off to the training room. If you want me." She made a small half-bow before turning smartly on her heels and departing.
Matten's clothing had long past threadbare, but she really didn't need to go searching through more dorm rooms. Besides, she had no idea who desired her company in a room, and it'd be rather rude to just set up elsewhere. And the burrow is my own, and the training room should not be taken at this hour. In any case, she was wheeling her bag around if the instructors took offense.
A generational contract, hm? I wonder where that lovely power came form then, and what'll be the best way to watch it in the future. In any case, that's the good doctor a small yes, and Liam a 'working on it'. So, far that leaves Rienbach in my hedge
group. And I suppose it wouldn't hurt to meet Jasmine. This time, I'll see what makes them tick, before the meet and greet.
edited 5th Mar '18 6:46:24 AM by CenturyEye
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AKA Nixer
The Dorms
Lucy felt a happy smile spreading across her face, a giggle escaping her lips at Ever's shared sense of humour. She almost reminded her of Hannah, in a way. "Y-yeah, I'm t-tempted to use m-my ink sometimes," she admitted, her eyes flicking over to the semi-neat stack of pots and paints. "B-But it always f-felt like I was ch-cheating, so I just t-try and use paint i-if I can."
She got up, walking towards the blank canvas and staring at it. "It's w-what... it's what has been keeping me t-together. W-well, mostly," she chuckled, before her eyes seemed to glaze over, her face turning solemn momentarily. "Ever since... oh, n-nevermind!" she caught herself hastily, snapping out of her daze and stepping back from the canvas, turning to Ever apologetically. "I-I'm rambling a l-little, sorry..."
edited 5th Mar '18 7:26:50 AM by Enirboreh
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Where am I? What's going on?
Dorms
Rosa’s departing comment made Rebecca realize something vital about her state of dress. She was practically naked in front of a boy. Matten suddenly bursting in and giving her a “compliment” didn’t exactly make her feel any better about this.
“Crap! Don’t look!”
It was one thing to get undressed in front of her roommate, as they’d certainly see quite a bit of each other anyway, but Hei was a completely different story. After scrounging around a bit in her pile of discarded clothes, she hastily threw a shirt on.
“Why didn’t you knock?! Or, I don’t know, tell me I wasn’t decent, you perv?!”
Surrounded by weirdoes
Sam was just sitting in his room, watching some stupid sitcom and making floating heads imitating the dialogue when Matten made her presence known to the world. Just from that entrance, he could tell this school year wasn't gonna be peaceful.
There are a few things to check, maybe get a look to a few places. The pools look promising, and maybe check if there are any bands, or a hockey or soccer team.
With that in mind, he walked to the window, creating a pile of snow, and jumped down.
I hope no one was needing the Sun
With a whistle, he left the building, making the snow pile disappear. A thought came to him.
I hope we don't send the janitor to a strike
edited 5th Mar '18 3:16:39 PM by Blueace
Wake me up at your own risk.
Dorms
“I j-just did!” Hei protested, pulling his hood over his head in an effort to hide his furious blush. After a moment’s I pause, he continued in a quieter manner. “A-and I h-heard Alexa scream and just reacted...I wasn’t thinking straight in that moment a-and thought a junkie or one of the gangs broke in because I-“
Hei quickly clamped his hands over his mouth before he could say any more, and squeaked out an apology as he backpedalled into a shadow portal elsewhere in the dorm.
edited 5th Mar '18 5:25:14 PM by svenorzokarkoff
Breath of the Sun
Dorm Hallway
"You may have stolen a female body, but that hardly makes you a lady." Mikael glared at the demon. Fortunately Liam rejected her offer. Then he showed off his power - Regalia, he called it - and the light from it made Mikael uneasy. His scars itched at the sight, and he grasped his own arms. Had anyone been looking, they'd have seen his eyes turn red for a single moment.
"Scheiße, that power of yours is intense." He smiled at the other boy, and walked forward to extend his hand. "Mikael, by the way. I can't recall if I ever properly introduced myself."
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Dormitory Corridor
"Darling, I'm the one being in creation that physically cannot steal bodies." Matten paused a bit before disappearing around a corner. "And I think you'll find that wrong. How could you miss the sight of me? It's easy to see, I walk about like a stately lion, seeking whom she may devour. " She winked at him then. "I can show off the lady-abs later."
"In any case," she returned to ignoring Mikael and bowed to Liam. "you are making nice. I'm glad. That's not a memento, and I didn't plan that meet and greet, but make nice with each other. Friends and allies keep you vigilant and sober." She disappeared around the corner.
edited 5th Mar '18 7:20:16 PM by CenturyEye
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Spidophile
Dorm Hallway
"Hey nice name - it sounds like mine." Mike said to Mikael as he walked in on him introducing himself to Liam. In Mike's opinion, the closer something sounded to "mike" the better it was, really. He'd heeded Liam's words and had followed his roommate to investigate Matten's summons, mostly being summoned as he observed whatever weird demon shit was going on there. Fortunately, that smug bitch from earlier left and he, Mikael, and Liam were left alone in the hallway.
"Also, anyone want to tell me what the fuck that whole thing was about?" Mike asked, unquestionably referring to the whole business with Matten.
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Brenner's Wolves Fight Again
Feeling a bit bored, Rosalinda decided to swing by Lucy's and Ever's room.
"Buenas tardes. Looks like you two recovered from Raleigh's indecency. Decorating?"
Where there's life, there's hope.
Three potted cactus in a trench coat.
SA: Dorms
"Rambling is better than what I'm doing. Just sitting in the sun."Ever looked towards Rosa as she barged in. She stood to greet the other girl. "Well, Lucy is. I'm just soaking up some ra-" Ever stopped as something clicked in her head. A look of disgust and horror spreading across her face. "Rebecca... without..."
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The Dorms
It clicked in Lucy's head at around the same time it did Ever's, and beetroot red wouldn't even begin to describe how heavy her blush was.
"E-Eh?" she managed to squeak, going rigid. "Y-you mean th-that Rebecca w-was...?"
Don'tthinkaboutitdon'tthinkaboutitdon'tthinkaboutit...
edited 6th Mar '18 12:04:34 AM by Enirboreh
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Liam dismissed the bright light of Regalia as Matten left, looking back at Mikael and Mike, smiling broadly as it seemed the danger or what passed for it was gone now. Yeah he might've misjudged Matten's initial impression - still, this was something to watch out for.
He then agreed with Mikael's assessment of Regalia, "Intense...yeah, yeah pretty much. My family have had this power for who knows how long. All we know about it is that it is really freaking bright and doesn't like aggression."
He then regarded Mike's entrance - and stated, "Seems that girl you were talking to at the start is some kinda being - going by the way she was talking, and how Mikky here reacted..." Liam cupped his chin, "She is most likely some kind of entity. If she didn't attack us now, she probably doesn't want to either now or in the immediate future...though, we can't be too careful."
And if she did act out against them or any other student, he would bring Regalia to bear.
"Well, that was a pretty serious little episode..." Liam was suddenly relaxed again, and headed toward the room, "You wanna join us for a party tonight, Mikael?"
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"Oh, still shellshocked? Then I'm sorry I brought that up."
Where there's life, there's hope.
Breath of the Sun
Dorm Hallway
"Well, Mikael is the German equivalent of Michael." The german boy mused. Compared to Matten, even a loudmouth was preferable. "And as for that - as Liam said, the possessed girl with the thousand voices offered him some kind of devil's contract. Fortunate for him that he didn't accept."
His eyebrows rose at the mention of a party. "Throwing a party, eh? I suppose having something of an icebreaker would make sense. Well, why not?" Mikael shrugged. Then he smirked. "And I suppose you'll be responsible and make sure the faculty know what you're up to, hm?"
From his tone he was clearly being sarcastic.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Three potted cactus in a trench coat.
Dorm
Ever looked like she was going to be ill. She hated her mind, imagining Rebecca's unclothed body with such vividness that she could almost see it. Almost feel the burn of Rebecca's rot. Ever had to change the topic, had to stop thinking about it, had to escape this conversation."I... I should go see about getting that planter box moved in here."
Ever stumbled drunkenly about, leaving via the open window, similar to a hypothetical neighbor might have hypothetically done earlier. Unlike this purely hypothetical person however, Ever made her landing by ever so gracefully face planting in the grass with an audible "whump." She rose to a standing position of the utmost poise, brushing herself off and straightening her clothes before lurching off, still visibly ill at the thought of a Rebecca in the buff.
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"My, so obedient," Matten noted his glow, "and already ready for me. But I'm already giving you one reward...." Matten made a slight bow, arms folded behind her back, before bringing something out, decoratively wrapped in cloth.
"Apologies that I'm so late, but nevermind that. Again, congratulations and salutations, you've made yourself one of Saint's favored and so put Class 1 in an exalted place—at least by association." She put a finger to her chin and shuffled a bit. "I confess, I don't know if you're more visual or Somatic." This was partly true, but more in the sense that visual was the human norm, but she could help more with somatic work. No need to broadcast her dominant sense though.
She placed both wrappings on a nearby stand before hopping back. I bet the school has things for this, but this one is mine...
"In any case, if you are somatic, you'll be better off by the direct approach anyway. That," she nodded her head toward the cloth, "is a a training wheel for the visually oriented. It summons a phantasm that wants nothing more than to rend you asunder. All you have to do is give yourself a paper cut on it. Your new pal also looks like a translucent inky version of you down to your aura, if you follow my guidance. I think it's the perfect kind of practice dummy, but its a pale substitute for the real thing. And so, with that," Matten cocked her head, gaining a mischievous glint in her eyes, "...are you interested at all in doing things by touch?"
edited 4th Mar '18 10:19:29 AM by CenturyEye
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives