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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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Alwe
Civilian
GRADE •
70 (C-)
VITALITY •
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STRENGTH •
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SPEED •
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STAMINA •
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Dreamscape
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Dreamweaver
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Izalie
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Dec 24, 2018 1:51:12 GMT -6
Post by Alwe on Dec 24, 2018 1:51:12 GMT -6
` ` Up on my side, where it is felt
I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt
It had been quite the pain, getting from that one dimension to this one. That place had certainly been fun, but the Dreamweaver had abused their powers to the point it was highkey on the radar of the conscious hive mind known as the Dream King, and its reveries that carried out its will. One ‘Agent’ Reverie in particular had been an aggressive threat to the ever ravenous nightmare. They could not stay, and thus they left. Surely this world could provide some fun.
Alwe had collected some of her luggage from the old dimension before kissing it good-bye, put it in temporary storage, and had gone out to explore this new world. Skiagis was its name, and so far it had much promise. The hungry Dreamweaver took note of the city of Mystopolis in some fascinating country, as well as the local school. This seemed like the perfect hunting ground. A solid city chock full of stressed individuals, political and social tension, and a little bit of crime. The school would be perfect with the enormous amounts of juvenile depression, exam stress, and the overall burdensome experience that education had to offer. The Dreamweaver was no fool and understood how a basic civilization worked. She would do just fine.
First things first, though. The Dreamweaver was going to knock something off the bucketlist and proceeded to do it the instant she could. Some shady individual mentioned they sold the shiny coal black weapons, and Alwe simply had to get her hands on one. In a dark and hopefully inconspicuous corner of the plaza, the Dreamweaver met the nice shady people. She assumed the form of a young blonde woman, no older than fresh out of high school. Yellow hair was worn back in a pony tail and brilliant beryll eyes stared in awe at the glock presented to her.
Money generated from Surreality would suffice. The money was not real, yet it was. It had not been accounted for in the systems and by the government, but it likely would enter the economy before long. Stacks of green bills changed hands and the pistol was hers. How dazzling~
Holstering it in a pocket holster, the Dreamweaver proceeded to walk about the plaza, truly interested in all the sights presented before her. She kept her emerald eyes out for any sign of something interesting. One hand was kept in her pocket, delicate fingers gently feeling the trigger and clicking the safety on and off. Really, the click was such a satisfying sensation on the fingertips. Hopefully some fun should arise in the plaza before long, before her trigger finger got too itchy.
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Dec 25, 2018 23:32:07 GMT -6
Post by Madeline Bloom on Dec 25, 2018 23:32:07 GMT -6
[attr="class","biggie"]  [attr="class","textie"]Quite frankly, the trip was cumbersome and a bore. What one could call a good time seemed more like a waste of her time and the energy spent on the droll little beings that took in her precious air. What she wouldn't do to rip the air from the lungs of someone and watch them choke on the idea of trying to catch their breath, even to devoid their body of oxygen until she felt either amused too much or too bored to waste her energy on them anymore than a passing glance or stepping by them. The fact that she'd consider making them her victim is an honor of the highest caliber and a death most truly honorable in Madeline's eyes. What some won't even think of when it came to what she did was an offense and one by which she'd make sure to repay them for in time.
What the cultists heir was doing within this plaza was nothing short than relaxing. A cherry blossom pink toned blouse and dark blue jeans adorned her body, fitted to her to accentuate every perfect portion of her body to the mortals eyes. Her uniquely shaded red hair left down and a piece from each side back and clasped by a metallic looking clasp. Covering her amber colored eyes was a pair of black sunglasses dark enough with the help of the sunlight to appear entirely black and impossible to see through from the front or most side angles. A pair of flats and bare feet finished off her full appearance to what people could see of her, leaving the outside of her being left to envy by men and women alike.
Much to the dismay of the Chaos Witch, she wasn't entirely so sure that she wasn't in the perfect place to which she could wreak the havoc that she wanted. Sure, she could zap or burn a few people, light up a couple flammable tables or plant life, but honestly... the fun wasn't there. The drive to do it was high, but the effort needed to put into it was dead... for now. Behind shaded glasses, her eyes caught wind of a blonde girl whom she'd never seen before. She watched her conducting the little sliver of business they had concluded doing before she had walked away from them and her attention stuck with her. What was she doing exactly? And then she saw the gun. A gleam hit her eye and a smirk soon to follow as she stood up from the seat she was in.
Her plans? Well, that was the fun part of causing chaos. FUCK PLANS! The best ones were laid out as the plans went flying. With a fun thought in her mind, she began to head towards the blonde strangers direction without trying to appear as if she was directly headed towards her. Finally, the girl got within in her reach, watching briefly as her hand toyed with the trigger and the gun itself like a child on Christmas morning. "Aren't you a little too paranoid to be walking about the plaza with your hand on your gun? Some might think you have the intention to hurt someone.... That's my job." She tipped down the sunglasses to the tip of her nose, a smirk elated on her face as the look in her eyes showed she'd set this woman on fire in a moments notice. "Never the less, I'm sure a.. charming girl like yourself wanted that for a little overcompensation?" Admittedly, the student was lacking in her insult, but what can you expect from an decaffeinated teenager? [attr="class","iconie"]  [attr="class","tagsie"] Alwe[newclass=.biggie]-webkit-transitionduration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover]margin-left:-300px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie]opacity:0;margin-top:-425px;margin-bottom:150px;width:300px;height:400px;padding:10px;background-color:#fff;border:solid 1px #b7b7b7;color:#939393;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;margin-left:0px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;font:11px calibri;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .textie]opacity:1;margin-left:610px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar]width:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#b7b7b7;border:2px solid #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconie]opacity:0;margin-top:-240px;margin-left:-220px;margin-bottom:50px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .iconie]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.tagsie]opacity:0;font:11px calibri;color:#b7b7b7;margin-top:-75px;margin-left:-75px;margin-bottom:40px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .tagsie]opacity:1;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] |
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Catherine
Student Guardian
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62 (D-)
VITALITY •
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STRENGTH •
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Basic Nano-Augmentation
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Nano-Augmented Human
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ShadowZero
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Dec 26, 2018 15:01:48 GMT -6
Post by Catherine on Dec 26, 2018 15:01:48 GMT -6
Wearing a black t-shirt and gray skirt with black tennis shoes, Catherine was wearing sunglasses to block out the sun. She wanted to get away from the school and its embedded spies for awhile, so she figured she would take a chance and go into town. If They wanted to knock her off, they were going to have to kill her in public. She would never be taken alive and hauled off to a black site for experimentation.
Catherine walked along staring at billboards advertising soft drinks, cell phones, and other consumer products. While looking at a television advertisement for a TV spy show called "Unexpected Resolution" she spotted a blonde woman with a gun and a red-haired young woman standing not too far away from the first. Catherine paused while she tried to think over the situation. One of them had a gun. The other was an unknown threat, but she looked like trouble.
Catherine had to be careful. They were sending out youthful agents who could pass for normal people and gather information on her. The brunette was concerned. The young women had almost certainly seen her and were certain to close in soon. Catherine was trying to think of an exit plan.
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Alwe
Civilian
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VITALITY •
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Dreamweaver
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Izalie
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Dec 27, 2018 18:51:33 GMT -6
Post by Alwe on Dec 27, 2018 18:51:33 GMT -6
` ` I think it might be fear
Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid
The blonde was briskly interrupted by a brunette girl wearing sunglasses. The woman was rather loud in her own way, rather bold and daring to confront someone in such a manner who was holding a gun. “Paranoid is hardly the word I would use to describe myself,” Veronika replied with a smug grin. When the woman glanced at her without the sunglasses, the grin widened to a full on smile. Hurting people was her job? The Dreamweaver had certainly come to the right place.
The insults went over the Dreamweaver’s head as she personally found them weak and rather pitiful. Lifting the glock out of her pocket holster, Veronika held it up at the girl, barrel aimed for her head at the close range. A finger was held over the trigger, but she did not yet squeeze it. “It’s a new toy of mine. I obtained it just for the novelty of having it. How would you like to be the first target I shoot?” she chuckled.
The Dreamweaver would hold the glock still and aimed for the girl’s face for a few second before lowering and re-holstering it. “On second thoughts, you seem like you’d be better entertainment alive than full of holes,” she stated, beryll eyes turning to peer at the girl wearing a black shirt and gray skirt for a few seconds. Someone had taken notice of her; did they plan to run, or approach them just like the brunette had. “Tell me, how does a pretty little thing like you hurt anyone?” Veronika asked, turning her green gaze back towards the sunglass-wearing girl.
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Jan 4, 2019 15:42:36 GMT -6
Post by Madeline Bloom on Jan 4, 2019 15:42:36 GMT -6
[attr="class","biggie"] [attr="class","textie"]Madeline already grew bored of the girl at first from her seeming not to take and sight reaction to her having been called paranoid for her actions that she observed. What she seemed to not care for either was the carefree and oblivious attitude she showed toward someone of the witches capacity and presence. But what else could you expect from someone whom looked like they hung from a pole for a for a living? Well, she could assume as such from the drab, cheap material it looked to be fashioned on her body to keep its more private areas hidden and the body to a good comfortable temperature.
Keeping silent on her part- as hard as it was for Madeline to keep her mouth shut for a change, she had happened to smirk when the gun was pointed at her head. The red haired girl stared into the beryl eyes of the rather adventurous and suicidal blonde that had wanted to threaten her life with a mere billet or few. ”I suppose if it would even have killed me, sure. However, perfection such as myself can not be killed by some simple few rounds of a humans half-assed attempt at a way to defend themselves.” The self-entitled teen scoffed, giving a flick of her hair with her left hand before letting out a little giggle at her now turning around and deciding to leave her in one piece. For her sake, it was the right move.
Both hands placed themselves on her hips from her incoming question, finding the idea of being called only “pretty” to be a slight insult on her part. ”Firstly, you’re blonde, so I’ll just let you off with a warning this time. I’ll teach you this small lesson. Pretty is something you call a designer hand bag or a chiffon dress. Cute is what you call a small kitty or a puppy, even a dead corpse since it will no longer insult your being. I am far beyond those things, and you be sure to remember that if you wish to keep talking to me.” With a small glare feeding into her lesson, she lowered her hands from her hips and simply smiled. ”Secondly, what’s more fun than physically destroying someone until they beg for mercy or their death, then either ending the mercy pleading early or prolonging the suffering of those who want to die? I gain GREAT satisfaction of using my witch talents to being suffering to the world.” Unafraid to admit it openly, she stood with confidence before this stranger, a smirk lit on her face still.
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Catherine
Student Guardian
GRADE •
62 (D-)
VITALITY •
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STRENGTH •
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RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
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Basic Nano-Augmentation
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Nano-Augmented Human
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ShadowZero
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Jan 5, 2019 23:46:07 GMT -6
Post by Catherine on Jan 5, 2019 23:46:07 GMT -6
There was too much crazy here for Catherine's liking. One was a blonde with a pistol and the other was a grade-A narcissist with magic powers. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was little way that these two could be in on the conspiracy to force Nano-Augs into service.
All the brunette wanted was a fast food hamburger and she walked into a contest between two girls to see who could be the more delusional of them. It was time to go. How to get out of here without getting lead poisoning was a question for the ages.
"Well, it's been great, but I really have to get going. Later!" Catherine said as she turned to walk away and let the two loonies have their version of fun.
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Jan 20, 2019 12:51:04 GMT -6
Post by Akeldama Angelgrove on Jan 20, 2019 12:51:04 GMT -6
Akeldama had been going about the courtyard buying school supplies with the grant she’d gotten for admitting she was dirt poor. It felt a little weird receiving money so easily, but she wasn’t going to question her luck. Or the reduced lunch prices that she was going to get there.
Were she in any shape at all for sports she might try and join one and try her luck at those, but… As it were she was basically made of bones. Since coming here Akeldama had done little more than hide in an abandoned mansion and occasionally sneak out for trash food. Yes. Trash food. Not junk food. Trash food.
Capone absolutely loathed it. Which was why when she sensed the form of Veve she did not hesistate to wrest control from Akeldama. Veve did not have a soul to speak of, but for the daemon her presence was unmistakable. She took a moment to gawk at her vile clothing. It was better than before given that Capone had taken more liberties as of late just not to have a disgusting vessel. She’d made Akeldama take a bath- despite her fear of those- gotten her new cloths. Yet she still wasn’t great on the upkeep.
And she’d just gotten herself some lame cloths after Capone had left her to her own devices. A baggy sweater and a long skirt that did nothing to show off her willowy frame. Sure most of that willowy frame was due to starvation… But it had its appeal in certain ways.
Capone shook her head, focusing on the matter at hand as she strolled up to Veve. She knew who it was even if they bore a different face, for it was not merely sight she was relying on. “Well I don’t know… I think being full of holes would be a good look for you.” Capone said in a growled voice. “What are you doing here Veve, and why did you take me along with you?”
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