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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.
Of Myths and Mysteries
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FEBRUARY 20, 2019
Community Update 2.5 is out! We would like to introduce you to Student Dorm Assistants, a newly organized staff list, and best of all, an updated Academy Guide!
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Community Update #2 is out! We bring you a Fame/Infamy system, an organized Event/PvP system, a new Academy Guide featuring new roles and colorgroups to replace our dorm colors, along with monsters, quests, teams, shards, and more!
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Jun 1, 2019 15:59:22 GMT -6
Post by heyyewooc on Jun 1, 2019 15:59:22 GMT -6
There is a house on the corner of 1531 Flare Mount Drive, it is a normal enough looking house. White paint job with blue trimming. The paint looks like it could have used a refresher coat about two years ago, as the once vibrant paint is dim and washed out.
Within the house it is clear that this place does not often see company. Or at the very least, if there is company, they do not care if it is a clean place. Beer bottles are scattered around here and there, the kitchen is a mess. There is a coffee table in the living room with an assortment of demon and vampire killing weapons. At least a forth of the table is empty. This is this most orderly part of the house, cleaning materials and a bloodied washcloth, each weapon set in its proper place.
A few were missing, his favorites. Weapons he would trust with his life over any man. He’d taken these away with him to work. There were a few book shelves with a few random books on them, most prominently was a holy book of scripture that was laid atop a short book shelf. It had many book markings and dog tags in it.
His own bed room was a simple affair, just a bed with a gun underneath it. The house was rigged with a few traps that should a vampire or demon manage to find a way inside, they would find themselves skewered in place until the home owner came home and slew them himself.
There was one room, however, that was locked up tight. The door to the basement. It was an unfinished basement with naught but a raggedy couch, a TV that was always running… And something… Or should I say someone else… That the chosen thief they would not anticipate.
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Jun 1, 2019 21:18:02 GMT -6
Post by Birdie on Jun 1, 2019 21:18:02 GMT -6
Infrequently, the light would hit her window at precisely the right angle that a ray or two could squeeze through, bouncing around inside the glass and then eeking through to land on her cage in the corner of the room. It was a small blessing. Birdie could stare faintly at the sun all day for as long as she wished, but the warmth rarely reached her. More often it filtered through the dirty glass and scattered around, a bit glancing off the couch but the majority warming the stark concrete. From time to time Birdie became fixated on the couch and its strange variegation of hues that occasionally appeared a strange green than the mild brown that was a presence she expected in her peripheral. But today, she acted per usual. The TV and its hoarse voiced host had her undivided attention, and she relaxed under the rare blessing of the sun on her short feathers as the small man in the screen enthusiastically rambled about the strange phenomenon of legless frogs that had recently cropped up in a few southern areas. Every factoid and unfamiliar word was absorbed; Birdie could not have left any bit unmarked if she had desired, for this source combined with her owner was all she could reference to confirm her own reality. Unfortunately, her owner, while not reticent, would certainly not readily answer all of her questions. Instead, he was prone to talking unasked on any subject of his own choosing. This left Birdie glued to the television and enamored by every word, every noise, and every image to bring her inklings of what lay behind the concrete walls. Her owner was kind enough to let her out of the cage to fly around sometimes, but these occasions were extraordinarily uncommon. The last one had fallen on her molting, aswell, and she had been unable to enjoy her brief period of agility. Birdie persisted in gazing attentively at the TV. There still remained several hours, by her approximate and clock-less time, until her owner would return home. Yet, her ears caught a hint of a noise from upstairs, and her eyes narrowed upon the ceiling briefly before returning to the screen. Despite her dreams, she could not in fact see through walls. heyyewooc
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Rika
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The Collector
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Jun 5, 2019 19:42:26 GMT -6
Post by Rika on Jun 5, 2019 19:42:26 GMT -6
He would stand a good distance from the house looking at the faded structure as his mind wandered to his older books. The ones that were so old they had begun to fade. He recalled seeing pictures of houses this faded in the book, but to see one those pictures before him in reality was interesting to say the least. He wondered how old the house was or if it just looked old due to not being painted for a while. It was a curious thought, but one that would only last a few seconds before he was blinking and focusing on the task at hand.
As much as he would like to study the house more, he hadn’t found his way out here by mere coincidence. No he was here to retrieve something for Ozaki. An album of a sort that the other had described to him and in turn wanted him to take from this home…without asking the owner for it. People called this theft no? And wasn’t theft a bad thing?
Perhaps, but then again perhaps not. If what was being stolen was worth being stolen, then surely that made the action correct no? It was something the Nightmare couldn’t answer to be frank having no true solid standing on such a thing as theft. He knew in some eyes it was wrong, but did that make it really a sin? He would have to contemplate the matter a bit more later. Right now, he had a job to do.
Turning his back on the house, he would open a door in space and time and go through it into the chaos beyond. As the door snapped shut, the scenery would become normal once more only being disturbed at the roof of the house as a strange fox appeared shimmering like a mirage on top of it. Twitching the strange liquid creature would flow along the roof before finding an opening within it and slipping in quietly.
Staying to the cool shadows of the house, the fox would shift and blend naturally into the darkness as it peeked through vents in the house. No one seemed to be home the place quiet with the exception of the low hum a home naturally made. Sinking through the grate of a vent and down the wall, the small creature would flicker in an odd pattern that made it hard to catch on film if there were cameras, its presence nothing more than shadow here or there on the wall or floor.
Staying cautious, the Nightmare would travel over the beer bottles exploring the house carefully. A messy kitchen, a table with weapons of all sort that caused the creature some discomfort….There was something familiar about them, but what the creature couldn’t tell right now. He just knew the darker side of him shuddered at the sight of such things. Pass the weapons, cleaning supplies and bloodied wash cloth the nightmare would go pass the shelves of books for now and peek into the room that held nothing of note, except another weapon under the bed. Why so many weapons? Just what was the owner of this place doing? Expecting unwanted guests? Was paranoid? A weapon fanatic? Or one of those preparing for some unknown war they decided was about to occur? So strange.
That aside though, the fox would back out of the room planning to head back to the bookshelf, but paused as it passed a door and heard a sound. Pausing it would go towards the door and listen.
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There was a sound coming from down there. Was there something there then? What was it?
Curious the fox would stretch and try to open the door with its paw, but find it locked. Oh? Now why was that?
Even more curious now the creature would retreat from the door and head back to the book shelf and scan the books looking for the one that matched the description given he was given by Ozaki, but also looking for a key. He would continue to examine the books pausing on the one of scriptures, markings, and dog tags. What was that about? He almost wanted to take it for study, but no. Not today. He would only take what he came here for, but while he was looking at the book he did carefully use a paw to move things a bit to see if maybe there was a key to the door in the collection...
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Jun 5, 2019 20:31:51 GMT -6
Post by heyyewooc on Jun 5, 2019 20:31:51 GMT -6
Indeed many of these books seemed either religious or killing centric. There were a few on occult rituals as well, one of them having the holy symbol of the Church of Purity itself on it. It wasn’t the only one, but the number of books on the shelf that had such a thing was only about three. And all of them had small bookmarks sticking out to particularly important books. They were more worn than the rest, clearly ones that Yuuto was more prone to rereading than the rest..
When Rika moved one of these aside he would find that there was indeed a key underneath it.
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Jun 6, 2019 12:35:39 GMT -6
Post by Birdie on Jun 6, 2019 12:35:39 GMT -6
It wasn't as though Birdie was grumpy exactly. More accurately, she felt tired, and while her day of lethargy had been quiet and timeless she brightened up at the continued noise upstairs. Since her owner rarely returned so early, she fluffed up her feathers and settled more deeply into the makeshift nest of dust bunnies and her own down that had settled and been caught in the cage over the years. She absentmindedly noted how cramped the space was becoming; it used to have the feel of a small room stationed in a bigger one, but she could now accurately call it a cage. Birdie wondered if she should call out to her owner. His presence was a bit of a hit or miss. Typically it was a burst of emotion and life that she never saw otherwise, as the television screen was a dull conveyor of events. However, he seemed like the type to dislike if she announced her presence any more than was necessary and responded negatively most of the times she had tried to offer any words in reaction to his frequent conversations. With some hesitance, Birdie scraped her beak along the side of the cage, the noise keening and harsh. If questioned, she could blame it on a mistake. Life was getting a bit boring in here anyway, and when she heard the door rattle slightly, still in its locked position, her curiosity was piqued. Her owner never casually leaned against the door, or did anything that she supposed caused the slight movement of the slab in its frame. He almost always would unlock it and descend with some agenda, whether it was to feed her or pluck some feathers or simply vent out his angers from the day. Rika
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Rika
Traveler
The Collector
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STRENGTH •
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SPEED •
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Yin/Yang
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Being of Surrealism
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Deshi
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Jun 18, 2019 17:25:04 GMT -6
Post by Rika on Jun 18, 2019 17:25:04 GMT -6
He would sway his tail a bit for balance as he remained on his two hind legs looking through the books that he was not familiar with. He understood that a lot were based on religion or killing that much was clear and it was also clear that whoever owned them had other interest such as rituals too. As he scanned the books his eyes would pause on one that had had a strange symbol he did not recognize on it. Tilting his head, he would memorize the shape so that he could perhaps shift into it later to see if he could gain some understanding from it via maybe a picture search or something. That observation would last for a few seconds before his eyes caught three others with that same odd mark on it. Huh. Three books all well read and marked. Were these special books and did their number mean something? How curious, but something he could not study today. Back on task, he would move the items before him around and oho? Look a key! Grabbing it, the fox would grin happily his tail wagging with joy before becoming still as he became distracted completely by a new sound coming from that locked door. This sound was harsh on the ears. Definitely not the strange sound before. Something was down there and he was going to find out what it was, but first…let’s just put this back here. Keeping the key, Rika would place the moved items right back the way they were and when he though it perfect he would nod to himself before heading over to the door. Using the key, he would unlock it and open it, revealing stairs that led downward. Now that the door was open, he could hear the sounds of something similar to talking. Curious, he would head down the stairs and into the basement. Looking around his eyes would catch the look of the place. Not really a finished piece of work, a ragged sofa….was that comfortable? A TV…. TV… He would watch the images for a moment to see what was playing there. He would watch it for a second or two before looking away from it lazily, his mind wanting to turn it off; however, TV would literally go out the window as he focused on something quite unexpected. There was a small cage down here and in it bird that looked like it was the color of fire or even made out of fire. “Oh…” he would let out the small gasp unintentionally as he moved closer looking at the pretty creature. Was this what was called a phoenix? What was it doing down here? Also could he take it with him too? It did look a bit cramped in that cage after all. Hrmm…What to do? He could get in trouble for this..... He would ponder it for a bit and then deciding on something he would get slightly closer to the cage trying to see if there was another lock to contend with. “Hello, birdie,” he would say softly having no clue that the very thing he was calling the bird was probably its name. “Do you want out of that cage?” Did he expect an answer? Not really, but that didn’t change what he wanted to do any way. Birdie |
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