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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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Dec 27, 2018 1:34:55 GMT -6
Post by koga on Dec 27, 2018 1:34:55 GMT -6
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A snowy night had its grip on the city, from city rooftops to blacktop floor there was nothing more than white covering the areas with the exception of local snow shovelers coming through to clear walkways and the streets as much as they could. Still, to no avail, it continued to fall, as people walked from one place to another in search of things such as gifts that were late on that special day, to want to just get out of the cold if only for a minute the city was simply booming with life, and it wasn't something that wasn't out of the ordinary but quite common. Within the crowds, Koga weaved his way past people not bothering to apologize for possibly bumping into them, just simply made his way to destinations. You see, games were something of Koga's thing and it was something that he loved but his games had consequences, and once the rules were set in place it was nothing more than a game of fate. But it looked like the Casino wasn't open right now which made him look with disappointment at the massive "Sorry, we're closed." sign that was hanging on the front of the door.[break][break]
A deep sigh surfaced from his throat as he turned from the door and began to walk to who knows where, wherever that may have been. As he kept on walking in silence, he had noticed something towards the end of the downtown area. Though he wasn't sure what it was, was it possibly a twinkle, a glimmer of some hope that a casino was still open. He weaved his way through the crowd in silence as his glowing eyes kept a lock on what he had seen. Tch.. Why do all the casino's have to be closed today.. he wondered as he was making his way for what he had. Then again he couldn't rule out any underground casino's as well that were about but around this crowd? He had to be careful about who he asked - the last thing he needed was someone coming along and asking if he was looking for trouble.[break][break]
He had finally reached the end of the downtown district to have found nothing more than a girl with a shiny coin. He blinked for a second almost in disbelief that he was tricked by such a thing. In silence he turned and decided to sit at one of the seats within the plaza district, wiping the snow from it as he took a seat, leaned back and looked up toward the grey sky and watched the snowflakes fall.. What a horrible world this was.. why did he come here again, he knew he should've chosen another world - anywhere was better than this right now.
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70 (C-)
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Dream Weaver
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Iris
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Dec 29, 2018 5:59:23 GMT -6
Post by 7 on Dec 29, 2018 5:59:23 GMT -6
Before too long, a figure with several bangs hanging off thin arms approached the dejected man's seat. She was dressed in a white raincoat at the moment, one that would ward off the snow and rain alike, but still look chic. It was fleece lined, keeping the body clothed in a long sweater dress and leggings rather warm. A red scarf was wrapped twice around her neck, causing her loose primrose pigtails to pool around her pinkish cheeks. Perhaps she should've worn a hat on this cold and blustery day, but to be honest, the cybernetic clone wasn't fond of those types of accessories. She'd only wear hats if she was instructed to.
It appeared she'd been out taking advantage of post-holiday clothing sales. While being a teacher at the nearby academy yielded adequate earnings to pay the necessities, it didn't afford too much extra for one of the few things she knew she liked. Fashion. Her savings were meant to be spent on herself, as she had literally no one to buy gifts for otherwise. Life was painfully solitary at the moment, devoid of any aspects for fulfilling her primary directive. Perhaps it was that subconscious worry that lead her to seat herself next to the random man on the bench in the plaza when there were plenty of other empty seats available. At least she wasn't shy.
The bags were placed in a heap at her feet, and despite her body being in impeccable shape, her arms were grateful for the rest. Each of the totes were packed full of clothing items, and while she was strong, the sheer amount of them had been digging the tightly rolled paper handles into her pale flesh. Clothing was not all she'd bought, it was revealed. Reaching down for a small box seated atop a glittery fabric of some sort, she leaned back and popped open the lid. Inside was the most glorious cinnamon rolls, doused in delicious glaze. Their heat wafted visible tendrils of scent into the biting chill. She leaned forward to draw in an appreciative smell before turning her to bench mate. "Would you like the second one?" the girl asked, a small smile on her lips. At this point the woman was simple. Her sense of humanity was lacking as was her identity. Only the two things the man could obviously see meant anything to her outside her craving to receive and follow someone's orders. Food and fashion were all that soothed her lack of purpose, made her momentarily forget she was a tool or weapon cast aside completely unused and neglected. This cinnamon roll would bandaid her feelings of inadequacy, and who knew? Maybe this man would make some use of her, even if it was for a free snack.
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Jan 11, 2019 4:45:05 GMT -6
Post by koga on Jan 11, 2019 4:45:05 GMT -6
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With an exhaled sigh Koga was at a loss, there was nothing short of doing anything fun in this city. Murder was fun but he didn't feel like having any type of would-be hero or authorative figure breathing down his back. He was quiet, staring at the ground with his luminescent eyes, what else was there to do in this world? That was before he was approached out of nowhere by this girl, he looked up at her as she made her way to a seat next to him. He was looking around not sure of where her parents had gone, or what she wanted with him but it was starting to get on his nerves a little bit. She was eating on what appeared to be a food that he had often seen before. Though, he wasn't sure about what kind of food this was it was apparent that lots of people enjoyed it.[break][break]
When she spoke he was surprised a bit, his eyebrows slightly raised and his mouth slightly agaped as he saw that she was comfortable with just talking to anyone out of the blue. Even more, she was unafraid of him which was something new. Usually when people came across him they usually tried to avoid him as they always had a bad vibe about him, to add insult to injury they always found his eyes tobe slightly intimidating as well. This was something that he loved about most worlds, they could tell that he was trouble just by looking him in the eyes. They knew that he was a no good person they just didn't know what kind of no good person, he had once heard someone say that the eyes never lie, at first he was skeptical about the saying but after so many encounters with people he was beginning to believe it.[break][break]
When she had offered him the second one he blinked once before piping up "Look here doll, I don't need food.. Where are your parents? Aren't you kind of young to be out here alone?" call it a sense of being nice, or something along that line. Though he was feeling some sort of sympathy for her as if he was fated to meet with her. As someone who dealt in fate and balance he never questioned the feeling. So, instead of telling her to scram he decided to take it upon himself to learn more about her and what she was. Only to see if she would join his ragtag crew, and become something of a student to it all.
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GRADE •
70 (C-)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
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SPEED •
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Dream Weaver
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Jan 13, 2019 19:47:49 GMT -6
Post by 7 on Jan 13, 2019 19:47:49 GMT -6
His refusal of her tasty snack and his slightly condescending words didn't seem to have any affect on her. Her very small smile faded into a more neutral expression, which was most common. She enjoyed shopping for clothes and snacks, but those would only satisfy her for so long. Every person she met held potential for being what she sought most in life, someone to make use of her. The job she held at the academy as the math and art professor was only a bandaid on her bigger goal. "I am fully matured, sir," 7 responded automatically, never having been called young or a doll before, though he wasn't entirely incorrect. In the sense of the definition of Doll, she supposed it applied. He could call her whatever he wanted. It was her job to be whatever anyone needed. She might not have been a manufactured shell with a ghost inside, but being a scientifically cloned human that was tinkered on both during incubation and after for optimum results, she had indeed been 'made' by human hands, like a doll. And chronologically, she'd only been breathing for five years, so to most she could see how that might be viewed as 'young'. How had he been able to tell just how long she'd existed, though?
"Also, I don't have parents to find. I'm sorry. I can attempt to cal Dr. Raelin here, if you have business with him regarding me. However, being created as an adult, he has never been concerned with my independence. I am often alone," the girl with the primrose hair informed him, pulling her cybernetically enchanced crumson ees from the stranger she shared her seat with to her warm snack. They were better warm, so she needed to go ahead and eat it. After taking a bite, her subdued smile reappeared, eyes softening at the rush of sugary goodness. "I'm designated 7," she added after a moment, and yes, he could assume there were six others before her. "If it helps you in some way, I can also be called Syv, but I will answer to whatever you choose. Just tell me your preference."
In truth, even 'Syv' was just 7 in another language, but it simulated a name and made most feel more comfortable. Her students and colleagues had balked at calling her simply 7, so in an attempt to make life for everyone easier if even by some small way, adopting more natural names seemed necessary.
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Jan 14, 2019 3:45:48 GMT -6
Post by koga on Jan 14, 2019 3:45:48 GMT -6
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He was somewhat weirded out with how she was speaking as if she was almost a robot and it wasn't until she seemed to simulate what a smile would be and what a neutral expression would be is when he was convinced that he was talking to nothing more than a ghost in the shell. He was just staring at her as she was talking, not sure what to make of it, but when she finally said that he could start asking questions he piped up "Well hold on now, first of all I need you to show some emotion as if you're a human and not a robot. If you could do that it would be grand, toots." he asked her not sure if she was a robot or not - ultimately he was just spitballing as to what she was.[break][break]
He sat there as the cold snow flakes were hitting his face, watching her eat the warm cinnamon bun like a weirdo. "So.. you were made in a lab and you don't have any parents? So what is it that you're looking for or doing out here?" he asked her. He hunched over to watch snowflakes float to the ground as he waited for the answer from her. It wasn't everyday that you were running into someone who was pretty much a clean slate of a mind. He wasn't sure who this doctor was, and he obviously didn't care as he didn't bother to ask about him. It wasn't a thing that he quite believed as well, why would someone make a being and not want to keep a close eye on them. When she mentioned the six others before her it made him believe it even more.[break][break]
"You said there are six others like you? Where are they at, and are they as..'normal' as you are?" he used the word loosely. By the definition for him at least it was, Oh how un-robot are the other six? but that was what he was thinking, he didn't want to say it outloud and hurt the girls feelings.. if she had any. Then he got the bright idea.. if she was a blank slate maybe.. maybe he could make her his sidekick. Yeah! He never had a sidekick before and doing evil with others was always way more fun than alone. He sat there and waited for her responses, his new thought brilliant and determination was now on his mind.
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GRADE •
70 (C-)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
2
SPEED •
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Dream Weaver
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Iris
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Jan 18, 2019 3:47:02 GMT -6
Post by 7 on Jan 18, 2019 3:47:02 GMT -6
Hm. That was an odd request, and one that wouldn't come easy. Show some emotion to prove she was human. But..she was. Would it not be a better show of humanity to cut her flesh and show him her blood? But...that wasn't what he asked for. Without realizing it, while she endeavored to try and conjure some emotional expression a natural look of frustration crossed her face. It gently drew her pale brows down to cause a small crease between them. The corners of her mouth pulled down a tiny bit in concentration. How could she display proof to him without feeling any particular emotion strongly enough to warrant going over the top. A request she couldn't fulfill was panic inducing for the poor girl whose sole purpose for existence was to be useful! "Ah...um..." she stammered, anxiety spiking. A flurry of thoughts exploded through her brain. Wait! She'd been enjoying her snack earlier, that was a form of happiness, right? In a hail mary, she turned to look at the demanding stranger and smiled a more proper smile, though honestly her frustration and anxiety had been much more natural.
7 hoped that had pleased him. Her grasp on such an abstract thing as emotion wasn't the best. There was only so much that could be learned from psychology studies she'd done. The girl's forte was technology and general knowledge. By any other standard she'd be the type with all the logic, practicality, and book sense that cropped up in the academies, except her awkward social skills were due not from an obsession with studies but the environment she was raised in. Dr. Raelin wasn't necessarily a cold person, but he was clinical. Despite incubating several cloned people in his current occupation, he never saw himself as a father. There was a detachment required to deal with failed experiments, which were essentially dead children in various stages of life. Perhaps it was an unconscious safeguard to simply accelerate incubation to the point that he dealt with mature humans now. It was somehow less horrific when an adult failed as opposed to a baby. Yet, even those that were successful were not nurtured in any way other than physical and mental training. Five years of it, to be exact. That had been plenty of time to cram any functionality in them that was required for optimum performance, but didn't exactly plow the field for a sense of identity and understanding complex feelings.
His next question was thankfully much easier to deal with than the first. Was that relief on her face? Those emotions were there, just as if the volume had been turned down. "Yes, I was made in a lab. In a sense I do have parents, the two humans that made the person I was cloned from. However, I will never meet them," the pink-haired girl informed him, reaching up to situate her scarf to better block the cold breeze and snow flakes from tickling her neck. "As for what I'm looking for, it's after Christmas. They run the best sales on pretty clothes after the holiday." It was the truth. Her only motivation had been to get some cute things to wear and find a nice snack. There weren't many things the girl with very little identity could say she truly enjoyed, but those two things were a start. The small smile reappeared on her lips and warmed her cybernetically enhanced eyes.
Ah, so he was like most people after all. Sometimes 7 played a game in her head when she met new people. Would this be someone that had use for her? Most often not, but with him she wasn't as sure yet. Next, they would be weirded out by her having a number as a name, and either ask for something more natural or seem relieved when she offered something else to call her. He didn't seem to care about her name or lack of one in the least. He was more concerned with her emotions, for some reason. Lastly, they would ask about the six clones before her. Now on this he adhered to her game. "The others tested perfectly and began their jobs within the Mistere government as planned. I imagine they are dispatched to various areas where needed. Honestly, they perform beyond 'normal'," 7 answered with just a small hint of wistfulness. She wanted nothing more than to be purchased along with her sisters, but instead she was left behind to find a new purpose. Little did he know, it was the bits of emotion and her fear of dreams, her very humanity that kept her from passing her own test. He'd probably have found that ironic. "That said, I am far from underperforming or defective. I just haven't found the right person to help yet."
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