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In a world of myths and mysteries, the pinnacle of the magical academies exists. Eldritch Academy offers education to all ages and species but specializes in the study and training of one's innate mystical capabilities, often called Eldritch Energies, Powers, or Unknowns, but more formally known as their Talent. However, tensions run high with the nations only holding a fragile peace as the Talents that rival the epitomes of technology change the balance of power.
With the more recent uprising of evil Shades and introduction of combat-oriented programs into Talent-focused schools, nations grow more aggressive towards one another. The demand for resources grows, and skirmishes at the border of Arka and Mistere become more frequent. Monsters run into the nations from the Wildes, terrorizing villages and cities. The need for trained or in-training Hunters and Guardians has never been more urgent.
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Aethon
Student Hunter
GRADE •
C-
VITALITY •
3
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
Phoenix/Thunderbird
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Panadere
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Mar 16, 2019 18:29:30 GMT -6
Post by Aethon on Mar 16, 2019 18:29:30 GMT -6
❝ | Vow to leave me and not die yourself. Shine upon this ebony night, beautiful life. Smother my screams, sweet flame. Swear to cease me from reviving. Sing to this moonlight, beautiful life. Cremate this body of mine, sweet flame.
Sing me to sleep, warmth. Devour me, ebony void. | ❞ |
So high, soaring among the clouds, or by chance, hiding away lost beneath these streets. Sown like seeds in a field, readily awaiting to sprout of blessedly, and to no avail, the embers scattered, burning away everything within its touch. Darkness, darkness, and there, nothingness, just a void, a shell belonging to the former self, and no matter the brightness of her wings, the beautiful notes from her singing, it clung. That nothingness stuck within her heart, an emptiness desiring nothing more than to devour the world, and if she allowed it, she would've lost her mind, yet, no matter the desperation, she remained quiet.
Far from her home, the sweet and comforting scents of Hisakawa, and the darkness, the chains, and endless cycle of death, but no matter the distance, that lingered within her. It was disheartening, to finally be returned home after years of torment, cruelty, death, rebirth, and more death, just to be relocated to an Academy. It showed not upon her expression, nor did her depression, these damning emotions and feelings, but when she found herself unable to hide behind her facade, or just wanted to relax, she sat in the sun, basking in the warmth.
Located within one of the many training grounds, out of sight and mind, with towering grass, untended, and like walls, the trees kept those from peering inside, unless they crossed, beyond this wall of trees making a bowl, was an open plain of grass with a perfect view of the sun, she began to undress with her clothing be folded, as her body lit like the sun, and her form changed. Stretching her wings with her frame nesting into the fresh and gentle grass, the lowering of her head with the rest of her eyes, the songbird relaxed within a state of meditation. Her first day within Eldritch Academy turn into a mess, it felt like half the school heard about a noble blood or rich from Hisakawa wanted to attend, she expected racism or something else, but after being over overrun by students taken by her appearance and their curiosity, she tried to run. In truth, she fled with the assistance of Neve, an icy Pheonix and most importantly, her attendant. After sneaking out of a window, Neve told the Songbird she'd deal with the dome situations and made the Songbird feel like a coward, and ugh, she couldn't believe herself, disappearing like that.
The tranquil meditation was not so tranquil, her thoughts caused the fiery feathers to ruffle, while faint static noises lingered, as electric brights danced upon the edges of her wings and tail, a tail that flicked. The Songbird, a massive beauty with a wingspan twenty-six feet, while her smaller wings, varied a bit smaller, and with a lengthy tail of ten feet, sparking with each wiggle or shift due to a stray breeze. From the colorations, the creature appeared like a Pheonix, but it couldn't have been such, could it? In truth, the bird was a strange strain, a Phoenix and a Thunderbird, but did not appear to be just that?
Nesting a little into the comfortable grass, the creature drifted. With a gentle drift, the static sound, a sound annoying on anything with sensitive ears, increased in both pitch and strength with the vivid colorations of the tail becoming more electrified. 500 ● Sharaku ● I am so pretty, oh-so pretty.
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Sharaku
Administrator
Lord of Logic
GRADE •
A+ (100)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
5
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
Mirage Manipulation
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Vamp/Were Hybrid
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Tyki
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None of your business~
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Mar 16, 2019 21:31:05 GMT -6
Post by Sharaku on Mar 16, 2019 21:31:05 GMT -6
The Vamp Wolf | Golden eyes narrowed upwards at the currently glaring sun, the bright rays of light causing a spike of irritation for the tall young man out in the fields. While the sunlight was not a direct danger to him under normal circumstances, he still didn't particularly enjoy having to deal with an excess of it, especially when it was arguably for no reason at all. He had come out here earlier to pass some of his time away from the bulk of the student crowds inside the dorms and the academy buildings, back when the weather was way less metaphorically happy than it appeared to be right now. If he possessed the power to blot out the sun, he'd definitely do so eagerly at the moment. Now that would be a good way to briefly up his mood, although it was a question as to whether it could ever be considered as genuinely great. Life was too much of a pain in the ass to be blissfully happy just existing.
With a sigh, he'd direct his attention down to the grassy terrain underneath, standing still in place for an extended while as he heavily considered whether he shouldn't just go back inside and face the loud masses of people instead of cooking himself out here like an egg on a pan. Too bad he'd probably never make a very satisfying meal. Before he could make any coherent decision however, he became quite distracted by the annoying high-pitched static esque sounds coming from somewhere in the distance. Now, maybe he shouldn't be minding that, but with his sense of hearing, it was becoming annoying rather quickly especially when it started to get louder with time. While it was doubtful he could go deaf from something like this, it could with certainty land him a nasty headache later. Ugh. What was this, for real? A flat frown remained on his face as he turned to walk towards where this noise seemed to be coming from, his expression turning to mild surprise after he came close enough to see what the source actually was. Not what he would have expected, that's for sure. Regardless though, it didn't mean he wasn't going to do anything about it. Walking a bit closer to make himself noticeable, he'd wave at the bird. "Hey...you do realize you're nearly busting some people's eardrums by doing that, right?" |
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Jupiter
Takpo
GRADE •
C (75)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4 (5)
SPEED •
4 (5)
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
Luna ☾, Niðgeisl
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Alatum (Pegasus)
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ephi
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all my life
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Mar 17, 2019 11:06:32 GMT -6
Post by Jupiter on Mar 17, 2019 11:06:32 GMT -6
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dazzling,
I can’t
even
approach you
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The sun: the benefactor of the world that which all life relies upon. Chloroplasts in plants begin their daily jobs as it rises, and when the night comes, mist descends onto them. And the moon: the guiding light within a dark night. A guardian against the evils of the world. The pale reflection of the sun’s warmth, refracted and changed to make it its own.[break][break]
It varies culture to culture, the importance, morality, and aspects of the moon. Some view it as evil. The sun’s antithesis, a copycat and deceiver. Others place it as an equal. That from the astronomically unique position of the planet, it appears the same size in the sky as the sun. Then, perhaps, its power, while not as strong as the sun, is much more attuned to affect those living below it.[break][break]
Others, however, place it before the sun. The ability to show itself during the night, where even the all-powerful sun hides away, its strenuous, tugging effect on the tides, and the sickness it can cause in those especially associated with it.[break][break]
Despite someone’s views on it, one thing may always remain true. Despite its smaller, arguably lesser power: it, by itself, can defeat the sun. During the rare solar eclipse, the sun is choked, stifled by the moon; reminding the sun that, yes, even though your power is greater than mine, I have true control over this planet.[break][break]
The moon, however, is mostly irrelevant to the average citizen. Humans and other subspecies go about their days, only noticing the great, rocky ball, when it shines through a cloudless night sky, or when it appears gibbous during the day. The sun is unignorable, its presence literally controls their sense of time and indirectly controls society as a whole. And as the sun is high overhead, and the day is in session, events and people align as the stars themselves change and orbit.[break][break]
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A quiet, droning, hum exasperates through the sole unkempt field of a prestigious academy. How ironic that, in its most desolate part characters as if suspended in a work of fiction, mix together, drawn by marionette strings into the freshly grown spring grass. The air is cool but steadily warming, but it buzzes with the statically charged electricity of a nearby presence.[break][break]
It’s quite childish, actually. The pegasi: well, to any academy-goer, the man with the big wings and the big horn, is spending his time stooped over in the field adjacent to the building, picking wildflowers. For his personal garden (and alchemical projects), he preens over the delicate, sometimes thorny flowers, and places them into a wicker basket thrown over his forearm. While technically in graduate school, studying modern medicine, he often bounds back to his own healing magic and a hobby: gardening and alchemy.[break][break]
At this rate, he could make a better profit as a witch-doctor than an actual doctor.[break] It leads him thinking about why he’s even in college, racking up copious student debts.[break] Well, then, as his puppeteer thinks, his history is currently confusing, and he, nor his overseeing presence remembers about his previous job. Maybe he has money from that? Or the admiring glances on the street? Or the songs, with his voice, saved on his phone.[break][break]
Nevermind that.[break][break]
He wipes away a small amount of sweat from his forehead. Sometimes, actually most times, his tallness leads towards back pain and a spinning sense of vertigo, especially when bent over picking flowers in a field.[break][break]
He hears a familiar voice over the droning static he was drowning out through sheer focus. Sharaku? And he sounds angry, which isn’t out of the ordinary. He walks over to him, preparing a greeting, before seeing a large (large!) bird roosting in front of him. "Oh."[break][break]
He squints slightly, "A phoenix?" he quietly questions to himself. He thinks to his dorm-mate (and possible friend, he doesn’t remember), Kiran.[break] "No. Oh, and hey Sharaku." He silently wonders what the sun-sensitive creature has business in this field, but doesn’t say anything. It’s not any of his business, and is probably in not place to ask, considering he was just picking flowers.[break][break]
"Don’t be so hostile," he scolds him, albeit still nicely.[break] "Uh," he begins, "Are you okay? Can we help you?"[break][break]
Perhaps to what looks like a phoenix, two creatures attuned so finely and strongly to the moon, a were creature and a pegasi (who exhibits strong lunar magic), might be suspicious. Ryan knows that. But other city-dwelling phoenixes he met usually don’t mind. He hopes that this one won’t either.
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It varies culture to culture, the importance, morality, and aspects of the moon. Some view it as evil. The sun’s antithesis, a copycat and deceiver. Others place it as an equal. That from the astronomically unique position of the planet, it appears the same size in the sky as the sun. Then, perhaps, its power, while not as strong as the sun, is much more attuned to affect those living below it.[break][break]
Others, however, place it before the sun. The ability to show itself during the night, where even the all-powerful sun hides away, its strenuous, tugging effect on the tides, and the sickness it can cause in those especially associated with it.[break][break]
Despite someone’s views on it, one thing may always remain true. Despite its smaller, arguably lesser power: it, by itself, can defeat the sun. During the rare solar eclipse, the sun is choked, stifled by the moon; reminding the sun that, yes, even though your power is greater than mine, I have true control over this planet.[break][break]
The moon, however, is mostly irrelevant to the average citizen. Humans and other subspecies go about their days, only noticing the great, rocky ball, when it shines through a cloudless night sky, or when it appears gibbous during the day. The sun is unignorable, its presence literally controls their sense of time and indirectly controls society as a whole. And as the sun is high overhead, and the day is in session, events and people align as the stars themselves change and orbit.[break][break]
——[break][break]
A quiet, droning, hum exasperates through the sole unkempt field of a prestigious academy. How ironic that, in its most desolate part characters as if suspended in a work of fiction, mix together, drawn by marionette strings into the freshly grown spring grass. The air is cool but steadily warming, but it buzzes with the statically charged electricity of a nearby presence.[break][break]
It’s quite childish, actually. The pegasi: well, to any academy-goer, the man with the big wings and the big horn, is spending his time stooped over in the field adjacent to the building, picking wildflowers. For his personal garden (and alchemical projects), he preens over the delicate, sometimes thorny flowers, and places them into a wicker basket thrown over his forearm. While technically in graduate school, studying modern medicine, he often bounds back to his own healing magic and a hobby: gardening and alchemy.[break][break]
At this rate, he could make a better profit as a witch-doctor than an actual doctor.[break] It leads him thinking about why he’s even in college, racking up copious student debts.[break] Well, then, as his puppeteer thinks, his history is currently confusing, and he, nor his overseeing presence remembers about his previous job. Maybe he has money from that? Or the admiring glances on the street? Or the songs, with his voice, saved on his phone.[break][break]
Nevermind that.[break][break]
He wipes away a small amount of sweat from his forehead. Sometimes, actually most times, his tallness leads towards back pain and a spinning sense of vertigo, especially when bent over picking flowers in a field.[break][break]
He hears a familiar voice over the droning static he was drowning out through sheer focus. Sharaku? And he sounds angry, which isn’t out of the ordinary. He walks over to him, preparing a greeting, before seeing a large (large!) bird roosting in front of him. "Oh."[break][break]
He squints slightly, "A phoenix?" he quietly questions to himself. He thinks to his dorm-mate (and possible friend, he doesn’t remember), Kiran.[break] "No. Oh, and hey Sharaku." He silently wonders what the sun-sensitive creature has business in this field, but doesn’t say anything. It’s not any of his business, and is probably in not place to ask, considering he was just picking flowers.[break][break]
"Don’t be so hostile," he scolds him, albeit still nicely.[break] "Uh," he begins, "Are you okay? Can we help you?"[break][break]
Perhaps to what looks like a phoenix, two creatures attuned so finely and strongly to the moon, a were creature and a pegasi (who exhibits strong lunar magic), might be suspicious. Ryan knows that. But other city-dwelling phoenixes he met usually don’t mind. He hopes that this one won’t either.
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Aethon
Student Hunter
GRADE •
C-
VITALITY •
3
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
Phoenix/Thunderbird
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Panadere
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Mar 17, 2019 23:24:43 GMT -6
Post by Aethon on Mar 17, 2019 23:24:43 GMT -6
❝ | Vow to leave me and not die yourself. Shine upon this ebony night, beautiful life. Smother my screams, sweet flame. Swear to cease me from reviving. Sing to this moonlight, beautiful life. Cremate this body of mine, sweet flame.
Sing me to sleep, warmth. Devour me, ebony void. | ❞ |
Drift away, the horizon called to her, the howling within a clear becoming gray, and with the gentle tears, she could soar as free as a dove, what a sweet dream that called her. To be free from these chains, these invisible binding, and to never exist again, forever drifting within a sweet void of gentle rain and kisses from the breeze. Such a sweet dream sang a tune, with her closing hues, the creature doing what was natural, forgetting about her surroundings, forgetting about consideration, worries, and the unusual shift within the thickets, until loud cackling and crushing of lush foliage caught her attention, slowly and steadily as each step resounded louder and louder, closer and closer to her. Stirring not, the creature continued resting in tranquility until a voice spoke, masculine with a tinge of irritation, or was it described as trouble? Immediately, the man caught the creature's attention, almost too spontaneously as the massive bird's hues opened with a single fiery one glaring at him.
First, in her thoughts, her awakening thoughts was who in the right mind approaches a Thunderbird discharging their electric build up, but it was with this question that she noticed the sound she produced, recognizing her location and how it could disturb others. With this realization, the Songbird heard another ruffling within some foliage, canting its head, along with shifting of its hue in that direction to see. Another man appeared from the greenery, with his greeting his voice softer and friendlier, his hair was bright, and he seemed familiar with the other young man. "..." The bird looked back and forth between the two younger men, and despite her size, even with how intimidating she could appear at this moment, people will gather in one way or another, and she didn't like it, but she kept herself in check.
After a few seconds, the Songbird rose with slowness due to its size, it did not wish to cause a breeze that could knock one of them over, and upon shifting to its feet, its talons digging into the grass, the Songbird towered over the two, and it wasn't to intimidate or be hostile. It'd just be rude to address them without proper attention, that was her thought. "I apologize." The Songbird sang with gentle vocals that blended with the wind that danced between them, between the frame, size and voice, the gender of the creature was hard to tell, but lovely nonetheless. "It was not my intentions." The bird stated again, upon this, the resounding and pitched static ceased on a dime, the electric charge within the lengthy tail feathers, and dispersed everywhere throughout fiery feathers of the body of the creature.
"I apologize for disturbing you as well." The Songbird turned her attention to the bright-haired man, "And I am quite fine. Nonetheless, thank you." She dismissed the question asked to her, but was she fine? If she was, why was she hiding as a massive bird? Maybe, she was intimidated by others or wanted to be left well alone. Careful the creature was, skeptical as well, and it was not like something was wrong, but she did not know what to think of the individuals, but she couldn't have been so rude to blow them off. So, she acted quite friendly or tried to be.
"But, I feel the need to warn you. If I was ten years younger, I'd fry you both." The Songbird forewarned them of possible dangers when investigating sounds. "You two shouldn't advance a creature attempting to discharge their reserves, I'd rather the deaf than the ashes of individuals. As one could be cured, not the other. Wouldn't you?" Ahhh, where was Neve when she needed her! 604 ● TAG ● I am so pretty, oh-so pretty.
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Sharaku
Administrator
Lord of Logic
GRADE •
A+ (100)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
5
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
Mirage Manipulation
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Vamp/Were Hybrid
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Tyki
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None of your business~
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Mar 18, 2019 8:49:49 GMT -6
Post by Sharaku on Mar 18, 2019 8:49:49 GMT -6
The Vamp Wolf | Well, clearly he wasn’t the only one who happened to be drawn to the source of the noise, and it just happened to be a person he had met before. Joy? Honestly, he wasn’t sure just yet. He’d nod at the man in greeting, before frowning a bit. “I’m…not? I simply figured I ought to ask considering the ringing in my ears this is causing.” He really wasn’t trying to be hostile, unless of course that’s how one interpreted his wording for whatever reason, but he didn’t quite see why pointing something out was a bad thing. Besides, it’s not like the bird seemed hurt or anything that would warrant immediate concern instead. He wasn’t the type to offer help where it didn’t appear to be needed in the moment.
And there really didn’t appear to be any big issue afloat, considering bird didn’t respond too negatively. “There’s no need for apologies, I suppose.” Eh, nothing too bad happened in the end and he didn’t take much personal offense if the action wasn’t purposeful. Though, the mention of getting burned was a bit less appealing to think about. Nevertheless, he would shrug slightly, not appearing particularly worried over it. “It’s not like we could have magically known what was making the noise until we came around anyway. That said, a little cooking wouldn’t really kill me, so it wouldn’t be the end of the world.” It could have been anything, and even more so for people who weren’t personally experienced with the species in question. Frying someone just for getting closer sounded like a rather extreme reaction too. Might want to go somewhere desolate with no people around in case that was the normal response to anyone happening to get close. “The school grounds are probably a bad place to be doing dangerous things like that. With how many students there are, it’s almost guaranteed someone would pass by, especially if there’s loud noise to draw them to the location.” |
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Jupiter
Takpo
GRADE •
C (75)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4 (5)
SPEED •
4 (5)
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
Luna ☾, Niðgeisl
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Alatum (Pegasus)
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ephi
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all my life
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Mar 18, 2019 12:10:15 GMT -6
Post by Jupiter on Mar 18, 2019 12:10:15 GMT -6
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dazzling,
I can’t
even
approach you
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His gentle smile returns: “Don’t worry about it,” he looks at Sharaku before continuing, “I just was curious.” The tall grass, now pressed down by the conversers on them, slowly returns to its upright position. A soft, cold zephyr travels through the side field.[break][break]
He accepts her retort with hesitation. “As you say,” he glances at her prone, bird form. “But don’t worry about me,” responds to her warming. “I’ve been through worse.”[break][break]
“However, I agree. The campus of a bustling college isn’t necessarily the safest thing,” he looks askance, “Especially with the noise.”[break][break]
He pauses. “You have a wonderful singing voice. You support your voice so effortlessly. Like a songbird, but larger!” He eyes sheen with a youthful curiosity, “So, what’s your name? Do you attend class here, or are just visiting?”
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Aethon
Student Hunter
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VITALITY •
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STRENGTH •
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SPEED •
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RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
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Phoenix/Thunderbird
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Panadere
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Mar 18, 2019 16:24:21 GMT -6
Post by Aethon on Mar 18, 2019 16:24:21 GMT -6
❝ | Vow to leave me and not die yourself. Shine upon this ebony night, beautiful life. Smother my screams, sweet flame. Swear to cease me from reviving. Sing to this moonlight, beautiful life. Cremate this body of mine, sweet flame.
Sing me to sleep, warmth. Devour me, ebony void | ❞ |
Ah, she did not mean that in aggression or hostility. Both a gentle joke and poke did not end well between the three, a genuine attempt on her part, an effort to converse and measure the two in temperament, and she felt the endeavor was futile and too much skepticism on her piece. By result, the Songbird felt a peculiar way, such so, she searched the depths of her mental wisdom, she felt wrong and the awkwardness began to overwhelm her again. After taking her claws to her mind, the silence of the bird felt like apologizing once again, could fix the issues if there was one. Logically, it all made sense but attempting to gauge feelings or emotions... Ah, she couldn't tell! She didn't understand social situations.
"I see." She replied with calmness, remaining extremely docile. She made no excuses and made no efforts to explain, even if it was a poke or joke. At a young age, she learned to control what she did, but from stories, Thunderbirds zapped in greetings or couldn't control themselves, hint to a younger self. Just fit in, just try to fit in, she told herself, after all, no matter what, people were going to be around her. "I see, thank you, and I will reframe when on campus grounds." She hoped that could clear air from her mistake, along with cure her actions.
To what she could tell and note, the individual named Sharaku appeared straight-laced, reserved or simply blunt, while the blue-haired individual seemed charismatic and sympathetic, quite a social butterfly, and maybe a gardener or herbalist too, considering his basket. The compliments to her voice expressed volumes too, he seemed like a kind individual through and through, even in his presence, which made distrustful initially. From these things, she felt no malice intentions from the two. The conclusion to her thoughts deemed them as respectable in individual rights.
"Allow me to introduce properly." As deemed respectable with her single word, she spontaneously exploded. The Songbird caught blaze like an exploding bonfire, wild and rampage as the flames were to the frame of the bird, the creature equally as spontaneous as the catching blaze, turned to embers in the wind, floating away harmlessly, nothing else caught fire nor was it quite hot, but warm. An example of the experience, the visional sensation, the Songbird shined a bit brighter, exploding into feathers that turned to embers fading away into the wind, nothing too painful to look at directly and nothing that burned, and among where the massive bird happened to be, was a much smaller and quite petite feminine figure.
Attired in a silky white dress, the Songbird, going from towering them not, her hands tasked with tying her hair up in a bulky, but light bow. "I am not a songstress, and instead of that, I am a knightess. Thank you, nonetheless." Her voice became softer with a smoother pitch, definitely feminine and much more friendlier in tone. While appearing as modest and humble as possible, unlike being a massive creature, she expressed a gentle and soft smile, while stepping closer to the two, about six feet for proper conversation and personal space, she introduced herself. "I arrived here today by transfer from the capital of in Hisakawa. My name is Aethon, the Songbird. A pleasure to meet you both." Gentle like a cloud and sweet as sugar, the delicious cotton candy words spoken were soothing, but she felt so formal as respectfully bowed to them both. "However, I do apologize sincerely for the circumstance that we met on."
Adjusting her posture straight and proper, she spoke a little more. "And you two? Students, correct?"
Smile. Bow. Light heart. She repeated these things in mind.
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Sharaku
Administrator
Lord of Logic
GRADE •
A+ (100)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
5
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
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Mirage Manipulation
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Vamp/Were Hybrid
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Tyki
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None of your business~
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Mar 19, 2019 12:21:41 GMT -6
Post by Sharaku on Mar 19, 2019 12:21:41 GMT -6
The Vamp Wolf | He’d stay silent at first, finding there was nothing useful for him to say. He had a feeling he was missing something here, based on the rather bland response that was given by the bird, but in all honesty, he had no idea what kind of reply had been expected to such a direct warning statement. It was natural to take it at face value, in case it was a legitimate potential threat in some way, though he had no idea where this was actually going. Probably nowhere, unless the other man chose to keep the subject going still. Personally, he wasn’t going to as the conversation there felt rather stiff, and it killed his motivation to press further with it.
Plus, this was starting to seriously feel awkward, as he stood there listening to Ryan gushing about the bird’s voice, as if it was a God’s gift or something. Unsolicited compliments that sounded more like worshipping almost creeped him out, to be honest. Was that, uh, really necessary? Of course, it wasn’t like he had anything against the bird himself, but getting weirdly excited like that simply felt wrong somehow. He kept a blank expression through that, but truth to be told, he was kind of cringing on the inside. Distracted by the quite flashy form change though, he’d blink a few times, trying to refocus after that display of brightness. “…” For some reason, he really felt out of place here. It wasn’t like he wasn’t capable of participating in a conversation in general, but he was actually pretty bad when it came to people who did not go out of their way to talk a lot, or were acting far too polite and apologetic. Both at once only made that stack. He found himself having next to nothing to say, and having the more social man around didn’t fix that any either.
That said, he would nod at the introduction, responding to the direct inquiry, at the very least. “The name’s Sharaku. And you could say so, for the time being.”
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