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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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Jupiter
Takpo
GRADE •
C (75)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4 (5)
SPEED •
4 (5)
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
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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 10, 2019 15:16:03 GMT -6
Post by Jupiter on Mar 10, 2019 15:16:03 GMT -6
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dazzling,
I can’t
even
approach you
[attr="class","fg-post"]
Morality is usually relative. The difference between righteous rage and a malicious attack is often blurred until an observer takes a particular side. Of course, in Eldritch Academy, where magical anomalies actively gather and learn together? Incidents are bound to happen.[break][break]
One graduated from its lower education--middle and high school--bullying is nigh-nonexistent. Undergrads and grad students alike are too busy nursing hangovers or studying to bother hurting anyone else.[break][break]
Anyways, it's rare for a college graduate to be strolling through the high school wing of the Academy. It's a fun, albeit slightly embarrassing shortcut through a build which otherwise obstructs a direct route to a nearby supermarket. And with identification, it is perfectly legal (if not a bit creepy) to walk the hallways.[break][break]
What he wasn't expecting on his way to buy lunch was quite literally, a bloody mess. He passed by originally, because that's literally none of his business and was sure campus security would probably handle it probably, but a tugging dread-filled suspicious drew him back.[break][break]
An itch, per se. Like his blood actively wants to jump out of his body and into the nearest- What?[break][break]
He blinks and find himself gazing at a shirtless man and an eleven(?) year old. He's a few yards away and behind them, and they definitely look suspicious. He considers getting their attention, but knowing most that most denizens of the school would already be aware of his presence, instead decides to interject politely: "Can I help you two? Is she lost?"
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One graduated from its lower education--middle and high school--bullying is nigh-nonexistent. Undergrads and grad students alike are too busy nursing hangovers or studying to bother hurting anyone else.[break][break]
Anyways, it's rare for a college graduate to be strolling through the high school wing of the Academy. It's a fun, albeit slightly embarrassing shortcut through a build which otherwise obstructs a direct route to a nearby supermarket. And with identification, it is perfectly legal (if not a bit creepy) to walk the hallways.[break][break]
What he wasn't expecting on his way to buy lunch was quite literally, a bloody mess. He passed by originally, because that's literally none of his business and was sure campus security would probably handle it probably, but a tugging dread-filled suspicious drew him back.[break][break]
An itch, per se. Like his blood actively wants to jump out of his body and into the nearest- What?[break][break]
He blinks and find himself gazing at a shirtless man and an eleven(?) year old. He's a few yards away and behind them, and they definitely look suspicious. He considers getting their attention, but knowing most that most denizens of the school would already be aware of his presence, instead decides to interject politely: "Can I help you two? Is she lost?" |
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Nyx
Student
GRADE •
76 (c)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
4
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
2
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Hell-fire/Ghoslty
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Blood Devil
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Kitty
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Mar 10, 2019 16:21:37 GMT -6
Post by Nyx on Mar 10, 2019 16:21:37 GMT -6
Somewhere within the pacifist Blood Devil still existed the straight up violent and aggressive nature that every single one of her kind exhibited. Suppressed as her true nature was? It had to find other ways to come out, excuses to leak through. Sharaku had been right from his very first statement of her not being happy the way she was, but the girl was going to take forever to realize that without serious interference. However, any thought she had was lost when he turned around and started unbuttoning his shirt "SHARAKU!" she shrieked turning her head quickly and covering her eyes, even her father hadn't let her see his chest, that wasn't something that people were supposed to just show each other, no way. The young female kept her eyes screwed shut, but eventually she opened them and uncovered her face as the male kept speaking. Apparently he just wanted to show her something and was not just randomly taking off his shirt. "Geeze, give me a warning before you play show and tell by taking your shirt off!" she huffed the comment out, her face dusted red from embarrassment and awkwardness, since he wasn't going to just put his shirt back on she decided that she'd look at what he wished her to see. "Rules in place nor suspension and expulsion served to stop an entire class worth of older kids form shattering several of my ribs at ten." she scoffed slightly, amused blue gaze shooting up to him with a frown on her face.
Sighing slightly she reached her hand out moving it very slowly so that she wouldn't startle someone she knew was somewhat averse to touch, running her small fingers down his scar, barely touching it as if she was afraid doing so would hurt him. "I don't even want to know how they did this to you." her frown was lasting, small body standing there shielded by his larger form from anyone who happened to be behind him. "Now put your shirt back on please, someone may get the wrong idea seeing you shirtless in front of a little girl!" she smiled playfully at the end, as he already knew she was legal if that was actually the case, which both of them knew it wasn't.
Laughing at some of his phone comments the girl nodded at the idea he could track them down and decided to follow him a few steps behind, her mind was going to take its sweet time shaking the vision of his jagged scar from her. "Oh no, I'm fine sir, I'm eighteen." she looked more like she was six or seven up close, but she did have a new identity card to prove she was 18 if he asked for it, luckily. Even if she wasn't often treated childish once someone knew what she was? Nyx still got carded a lot. "Well I guess we have to go that way too." she mused for a second before turning to the other boy with her tail lashing slightly. "It's up to Sharaku if you can come with, we're just looking for some ruffians so something can be done about their behavior. Whether I scare the crap out of them without hurting them or tell Ms.Dawn what they look like. Honestly I think scaring them is the kinder office, you wouldn't believe how deeply into the occult she actually is." now that she was living with the teacher, she knew the place where the occult teacher lived was actually haunted, among other things.
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Sharaku
Administrator
Lord of Logic
GRADE •
A+ (100)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
5
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
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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 10, 2019 17:15:23 GMT -6
Post by Sharaku on Mar 10, 2019 17:15:23 GMT -6
 The Vamp Wolf  | With the unexpected explosive reaction, he’d kind of just give a flat ‘what’ expression. To him, it was largely a non-issue. While he wouldn’t go parading around naked of course, he didn’t see the problem with this. You’d see plenty male chests when going to places like pools or beaches for example, and it generally wasn’t much of an offence at all, unlike in case of women waltzing around topless. It was just about shrug worthy at best in his opinion, so the reaction gave him a mild surprise there. “Is it really that bad of a thing?”, he’d ask a bit confused, not quite sure how to respond to that, honestly. “Anyway…assuming a few idiots thought it a smart idea, I think I can handle that much before it spreads any further. If it ever became a more alarming issue, I would do what is necessary, but as it is, this could probably even be solved by just alerting a faculty member. I just don’t think it to be as gravely dangerous as you paint it out to be.”, he’d shrug weakly there. Truth to be told, his scale of what was truly terrifying and what was worth no more than a scoff was…perhaps a little shifted, compared to a normal person. He had lived though his own version of hell as is, proven by those nasty scars he had, so in a way, it could sort of be said that he took a lot of things lightly, since they did not measure up to his idea of ‘truly scary’. Besides, being mostly fearless could be both a strength and a weakness after all.
While he’d proceed to watch her with a small frown, he would do nothing to stop her from touching him. As long as he sensed no hostile intent, and could watch easily, he was fine with tolerating it. It would be impossible to avoid any and all touch, and he knew that well. It wouldn’t serve him well to be overly jumpy about it constantly. “I don’t want to purposefully recall that either, so we’re on the same page I think.” It was…better not to think about that. He’d love to keep the sanity he still had intact. “Please…I’m not even into that.”, he’d mock roll his eyes. Honestly, if someone tried throwing accusations, he’d eagerly show them the middle finger for being hasty. People and their conclusion jumps, sheesh.
…Hm? The new person speaking up to them in the halls distracted him from tracking briefly, as he turned to look at the guy. “We’re…searching, yes. That said, I don’t particularly care.” More audience wasn’t necessary, but if for some reason a random passer-by wanted to come watch? It was their choice, really. He’d rest one hand on his hip. “Actually though, I think occult stuff is not the only potentially creepy thing. And on that note, I can make it seem like weird things are real too.” Kind of. |
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Jupiter
Takpo
GRADE •
C (75)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4 (5)
SPEED •
4 (5)
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
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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 10, 2019 18:06:08 GMT -6
Post by Jupiter on Mar 10, 2019 18:06:08 GMT -6
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dazzling,
I can’t
even
approach you
[attr="class","fg-post"]
Vigilantism is right up his alley, actually. He pushes away his to-do list in favor of something more exciting. A gang of bullies in the high school? She is right. A little scare usually does the trick. He nods, sort of, not impeding too much onto their conversation: One of them seemed unsociable, to say the least. Best to stay in his good graces, considering what might have happened to him earlier. He thinks to himself silently for a few minutes.[break][break]
He turns toward the pair and smiles. Something done too rarely nowadays. "You aren't hurt, are you?" he eyes the other male, "I saw your, uh, predicament earlier." He crosses his arms, beaming with a slight confidence, "Some people call me a witch-doctor... But! I can ease your pain, if you're in any."[break][break]
Waiting for a response, he continues talking: "While I'm unceremoniously following you. I might as well introduce myself. I'm Ryan, formerly from Vermilion, if dorms are of any importance to you." He doesn't ask for theirs in response, however, opting instead to further bridge off of whatever conversation ensues, whether it includes reciprocal introductions.
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He turns toward the pair and smiles. Something done too rarely nowadays. "You aren't hurt, are you?" he eyes the other male, "I saw your, uh, predicament earlier." He crosses his arms, beaming with a slight confidence, "Some people call me a witch-doctor... But! I can ease your pain, if you're in any."[break][break]
Waiting for a response, he continues talking: "While I'm unceremoniously following you. I might as well introduce myself. I'm Ryan, formerly from Vermilion, if dorms are of any importance to you." He doesn't ask for theirs in response, however, opting instead to further bridge off of whatever conversation ensues, whether it includes reciprocal introductions. |
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Nyx
Student
GRADE •
76 (c)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
4
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
2
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Hell-fire/Ghoslty
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Blood Devil
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Kitty
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Mar 10, 2019 19:39:13 GMT -6
Post by Nyx on Mar 10, 2019 19:39:13 GMT -6
Listening to him speak one would think that someone taking off their shirt was the most normal thing in the world and she was unable to respond to his comment about if it was really that bad. Sharaku had done something horrible, now the first male chest she saw wouldn't be of someone she loved, her eyeballs would never be able to get that image out her head because of the scars he had, so she'd never even be able to pretend. Why did idea's of love feel so empty when she considered them? As if none of those romantic scenario's in the movies could ever be good enough for her. No matter what fantasy the little blood devil came up with, nothing seemed right no matter how sweet she made it, as if some huge part of herself was simply missing.
As they went on she was caught up within her own head, once more thinking about the man with bone white hair and chilled blue gaze, for some reason. Maybe thoughts of love brought him up because perhaps he was a relative from before she had been adopted? Nyx was beginning to seriously wonder about that, she also had stark white hair and both of their eyes happened to be blue. Maybe the reason she couldn't remember why she knew that man was simply because she had been separated from him too young? Something about that didn't feel right, but it was one of the few theories she had that actually made any lick of sense. If he was family than the intense pain she felt at the thought of missing him, that made perfect sense.
"No, you don't get it she's not potentially creepy." The female laughed as she spoke, she had noticed beyond creepy things since moving into the house. "Dawn Opens Portals To The Underworld In The Forest Around Our House For Fun. She'd probably curse them to be hideous monsters or something, just for a laughing start." the female chuckled as she spoke about her new guardian, it was just good the teacher owned a large deal of property just outside of the city. "I'm Nyx, transferred in a few weeks ago." and it had been chaos since the day she walked through the front door. "Also, yes it is that bad Sharaku. People only strip for someone they love!" she huffed slightly her cheeks puffed out as she spoke, glaring at him from the side of her eyes. Apparently in addition to pacifist she was also a prude.
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Sharaku
Administrator
Lord of Logic
GRADE •
A+ (100)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
5
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
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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 10, 2019 20:05:26 GMT -6
Post by Sharaku on Mar 10, 2019 20:05:26 GMT -6
The Vamp Wolf | “Wh-oh.” It took him a second to realize what the guy was talking about when pain was suddenly brought up. He’s shake his head, his tone humorous and a little deadpan. “No, not really. Unless you can cure mental pain, but on second thought shrinks raise my blood pressure by default, so I’d have to decline on that anyway.” Seriously though, he’d probably be in more need for therapy than some immediate physical pain relieving. And even then, it wasn’t all that simple. Whatever.
“Right, the name’s Sharaku. I’m in Sage, though not for much longer, so it doesn’t matter in the end.” He was in his final year of university actually, and on top of that, it didn’t carry much importance to him in general. He’d blink a few times at he mention of turning people into monsters though. “I think…that would be a little extreme of a punishment.” There was no need to go that far now, was there? The corner of his lips would twitch slightly. “I wasn’t taking off my pants. As a matter of fact however, I’d have no big problem with that either. I don’t consider seeing people naked synonymous with love, but maybe that’s just me?” He was half stating, half questioning at that point. That was a weird topic to be discussing, honestly. Huffing, he would make a move to get back to walking in their desired location. Better not get too caught up.
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Jupiter
Takpo
GRADE •
C (75)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4 (5)
SPEED •
4 (5)
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
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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 10, 2019 20:58:30 GMT -6
Post by Jupiter on Mar 10, 2019 20:58:30 GMT -6
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dazzling,
I can’t
even
approach you
[attr="class","fg-post"]
"Mental… I’m not sure. That’s for you and a psychiatrist to figure out. There are plenty on campus, however. You know how college is." His face radiates with amusement at the eccentric duo next to him as they trek the hallway. "I’m sure this can be resolved with more dignity. I mean on your part. Damning them to animosity doesn’t seem like it would provide the most closure."[break][break]
Following the crumb (scent?) trail, they end up in front of a commercial park—where Ryan was headed in the first place, who would’ve thought—where they detour into a department store attached to a mid-city mall. Chic, indie stores inside mesh into a culturally diverse food court. The place is bustling, but its aesthetic is still somewhat homey. Not really the perfect environment for an… intervention… of this caliber.[break][break]
"I assume you’ve already located them," he says while looking over at them, "Should we get them in a more discrete location? Or do you like the publicity..."
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Following the crumb (scent?) trail, they end up in front of a commercial park—where Ryan was headed in the first place, who would’ve thought—where they detour into a department store attached to a mid-city mall. Chic, indie stores inside mesh into a culturally diverse food court. The place is bustling, but its aesthetic is still somewhat homey. Not really the perfect environment for an… intervention… of this caliber.[break][break]
"I assume you’ve already located them,"[break] he says while looking over at them, "Should we get them in a more discrete location? Or do you like the publicity. |
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Nyx
Student
GRADE •
76 (c)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
4
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
2
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Hell-fire/Ghoslty
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Blood Devil
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Kitty
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Mar 11, 2019 14:21:18 GMT -6
Post by Nyx on Mar 11, 2019 14:21:18 GMT -6
Nyx laughed slightly when Sharaku mentioned it being extreme, shrugging her shoulders slightly as she seemed to think for a few moments. "Dawn is pretty scary sometimes." she agreed with that being overkill, at least for the moment. "But, if we involved the school, Dawn would find out regardless since I'm involved now and she's my current legal guardian, than Mr.Ozaki would likely know too." she wasn't anything near the teachers pet or anything, but Dawn and Yuuki had been kind enough to take an interest in her safety after she was orphaned again. Nyx could still not phantom the reason why Askel had just left her as if she was garbage, but there was nothing she could do about it right now.
"I think that's just you, weirdo." she scoffed at him as he mentioned having no problem stripping right down to his underwear. Nyx would be mortified over that, she already became beyond mortified when she had to cover her body with her wings because of lighting on fire to protect someone. Luckily Dawn was very good at getting new clothing, so she had plenty to wear.
In the food court she was looking around briefly to find that the place was actually diverse enough to have a place that sold blood based dishes, a true rarity considering the strict codes on such things. "Actually, if no one minds, I think we should have lunch first!" she said pointing to the shop that advertised several normal items like fries and such with bloody twists.
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Sharaku
Administrator
Lord of Logic
GRADE •
A+ (100)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
5
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
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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 11, 2019 16:09:28 GMT -6
Post by Sharaku on Mar 11, 2019 16:09:28 GMT -6
The Vamp Wolf | He’d give a faint pfft sound at the mention of college psychiatrists. Hell no. “Actually, I really dislike people telling me how to deal with my thoughts, so I would rather not.” Honestly though, he knew what his problem was, and he was quite fine without the added stress of a stranger telling him how they knew what would make things better for him, despite the fact that he was the one in his own head, not them. He never sat well with psych stuff, and likely never would. They were worse than preachers. “Well, I’d rather it not become a big thing, if it can be avoided. God knows being in the spotlight over some lame stuff is not pleasant…” Getting any of the staff involved, while indeed effective, would only give him the kind of attention he didn’t want. Especially since he had a distaste for playing the victim card in any way or form. Pity for getting injured was the last thing he wanted to be spoon fed. “And yes, I know I’m weird.” In his mind it wouldn’t be because of that, but whatever floated her boat.
The fact that the trail led them to a fairly crowded area did not in any way help to bring his annoyance at the situation down. Public executions were hilarious in theory, but not a good way to present yourself in reality. “I could find them, though this-“ His initial response was interrupted as Nyx suddenly spoke up, derailing the objective towards….food? He’d blink a few times, the randomness of that making his mind go blank for a few moments, eventually resulting in him responding with a slight shrug. “I wasn’t thinking about food before, but I guess that is an option…?” It wasn’t like he was all too thrilled about the idea of making a public hunt right now, so a distraction didn’t bother him a whole lot. “What even is that?”, he’d add as an afterthought however, when he finally glanced at where she was pointing. Bloody fries what?
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Jupiter
Takpo
GRADE •
C (75)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4 (5)
SPEED •
4 (5)
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
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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 11, 2019 17:28:03 GMT -6
Post by Jupiter on Mar 11, 2019 17:28:03 GMT -6
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He shrugs, "That's valid," he presses his thumb to his lip in thought, "Take it from a professional." His eyes sheen enigmatically.[break][break]
He crosses his arms, "Yeah. It would do wonders for our reputation," he tugs at his sweater, "And you're not weird. No one would willingly make something private... Public." This isn't any large-scale operation, after all. No social manipulation needed, although playing the victim usually is a strong persuasion.[break][break]
Chuckling slightly, he turns toward the particular stall selling the "bloody cuisine". "How inclusive... I don't mind getting food. I'll pass on the blood though," he eyes a nearby pretzel stand. Hella.
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He crosses his arms, "Yeah. It would do wonders for our reputation," he tugs at his sweater, "And you're not weird. No one would willingly make something private... Public." This isn't any large-scale operation, after all. No social manipulation needed, although playing the victim usually is a strong persuasion.[break][break]
Chuckling slightly, he turns toward the particular stall selling the "bloody cuisine". "How inclusive... I don't mind getting food. I'll pass on the blood though," he eyes a nearby pretzel stand. Hella. |
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Nyx
Student
GRADE •
76 (c)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
4
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
2
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Hell-fire/Ghoslty
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Blood Devil
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Kitty
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Mar 11, 2019 19:04:02 GMT -6
Post by Nyx on Mar 11, 2019 19:04:02 GMT -6
Therapy was something she had never really heard of before, considering if someone sat her down on the couch they'd quickly find she was missing far too memories for it to be anything besides a potion that wiped a portion of her life away. While it was unlikely a therapist would think she was missing more than 6 years at most, Askel certainly never wanted to open up the risk that they would try anything to restore the girls memory, so he kept knowledge of the art away from her. "What is therapy anyway? You two talking about some pill to heal mental trauma?" she was clearly confused, her tail even curled into a shape resembling a question mark off to her left side. "Is there like a different pill for different thoughts? Actually, I could use that." recently she was starting to think about what people would look like gutted a little too much for her own comfort, unable to entirely avoid having those thoughts anymore. In spite of liking the two she was speaking with, even now she was wondering what Ryan's blood would taste like and how much Sharaku could lose before he'd fall unconscious, idea's she didn't want as they were not kind or passive.
As Ryan spoke about not being interested in the bloody cuisine she shrugged slightly, looking over at Sharaku figuring the male would want to order from the same place as her, since he could consume blood as well. "I don't know what any of it is like, but when was the last time you saw any attempt to make blood look like food other species would eat? You can't say you're not curious!" even if it ended up being poor quality, he couldn't deny it was an interesting ideal being attempted at the stall, making it harder for someone to tell if someone standing next to them was abnormal, Nyx was starting to like that idea. "Come on why don't we just tell the owner what we are, and see if they have any recommendation's, I'll go first!" she laughed as she ran up to the stall, flapping her wings to take into air so she was visible from over the high counter the sound of flapping easily catching the attention of someone inside.
"Welcome to Bloody Bites, I'm Mary how may I serve you today?" the woman behind the counter spoke easily as if seeing someone flying in front of her stall was a perfectly normal. "Hmm, what do you recommend for a Blood Devil, I've never had anything beside blood packs before, save for the 5 people I've bitten." the person behind the counter looked confused at Nyx's statement, scratching her chin. "Did you say you've only had five blood packs or that you've only ever drank directly from someone else five times?" Nyx blinked slightly pausing in her reply, Askel had always told her to not bite someone thus she forgot it was actually incredibly typical for her kind to just bite people for their food, little to her knowledge this was actually the more common way for a Devil to feed. "I've only ever bitten five people. Why does that make a difference." considering the fact her father was human she wouldn't be surprised if he had not known about something in their diet that involved how many people they got to drink from. "Well normally I'd just make a huge pot of soup for one of your kind, but I have a better idea for you, it'll take about twenty minutes." as Mary explained that the little devil payed, nodded and went running off to find an open table in the food court for everyone.
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Sharaku
Administrator
Lord of Logic
GRADE •
A+ (100)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
5
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
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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 12, 2019 15:35:02 GMT -6
Post by Sharaku on Mar 12, 2019 15:35:02 GMT -6
The Vamp Wolf | Oh, he certainly wished that was the case. Alas things in life were hardly ever as easy as that, no matter how much one might want them to be. He’d shake his head with a faint chuckle. “If pills could heal such things effectively, I’d be a different person.” Well…probably. “Anyway, not really. It’s more of a talk thing. People who have studied this stuff are supposed to be able to help you work through any issues you might have.” Never quite worked on him, but it was what it was.
Honestly, he was giving the food stall a bit of a skeptical look there. Wouldn’t it…in most cases still just be blood anyway? He’d shrug. “Curious about what exactly? If it’s just blood pretending to be other food items, wouldn’t all of it taste exactly like blood anyway? The visual changes nothing, unless you can actually have it be more than the blood itself.” To him, a fancy dress up didn’t necessarily make the base item better or more attractive. And when it came to disguise among more normal people? Again, not something he normally batted an eye at. You get used to being different eventually, to the point where it simply doesn’t bother you anymore. “I suppose it’s better than anything else though…” Eh, it was the best option here in the end, despite his lack of awe at the presentation. He’d have a hard time ordering anywhere else, without having to ignore many parts of already set meals while having to pay for all of it still.
He’d follow at his own leisure, watching the small girl get her order placed, casting a brief amused glance at her running off to look for a table, before turning back to the counter. Right. Well, unlike her, he didn’t have much interest in hashing through recommendations, especially since it would likely get complicated unless they had experience with someone like him. Which was arguably unlikely, given his type of mix was a little out there. His best bet was to simply ask whether they had anything from what he’d be potentially interested in. Luckily enough, it didn’t take a lot of back and forth before he settled with something, turning away to go scan the area for where his small companion had gone off to after he paid himself.
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Jupiter
Takpo
GRADE •
C (75)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4 (5)
SPEED •
4 (5)
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
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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 13, 2019 21:04:16 GMT -6
Post by Jupiter on Mar 13, 2019 21:04:16 GMT -6
While the other two explore the cafeteria on their, uh, carnivorous journey, he takes it upon himself to find a more traditional food.
With the added grace of being more vertically inclined than most, finding an interesting seller isn’t hard. He walks over, and with a friendly conversation and a swipe of his debt card, is soon holding a very long sub sandwich. And the pretzel he was eyeing earlier. Looking around for his companions, he quickly finds Sharaku (which isn’t particularly hard, with their shared height) and heads over to him. "You found something you like?" He looks at his own sandwich, which doesn't include any meat, and is missing a few key sauces and vegetables. "It’s hard, living with a non-human stomach," he looks him over, "…you would probably know. But at least the chefs are understanding."
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Nyx
Student
GRADE •
76 (c)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
4
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
2
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Hell-fire/Ghoslty
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Blood Devil
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Kitty
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Mar 13, 2019 23:51:55 GMT -6
Post by Nyx on Mar 13, 2019 23:51:55 GMT -6
As he explained what therapy was the female began to think about how she wouldn't want to tell anyone who she did not trust with her very life about the issues plaguing her because they were the problems of monsters. If someone knew what was really going on inside of her head? Nyx was sure they would turn into to preserve the life of others. Maybe if she wasn't so selfish? The Blood Devil would have turned herself in long ago, stopped relying on her conditioning to keep down feelings that grew stronger every single moment she breathed. "You mean better than getting sick on food that isn't bloody?" she commented with a smirk, still looking around the court.
During her search for a table that the three of them could sit at within the food court, Nyx heard her name called out somewhere around the stall, likely by the chef named Mary. The little devil was swift to run over to the stall and use her wings to become eye level once more with the woman tending it. "Here you go, normally I'd whip up a large thing of stew and hope it sated you, but I think these will be very good for those fangs of yours and that appetite." she was handed a large brown bag, fully of items that looked like pastries, she supposed she'd have to figure out how to eat them once she sat down and started speaking with the others.
"Over here guys!" She shouted the words when she finally found an empty table near the ledge of the fountain in the yard, likely void because many would get splashed by it from this angle but with a little exposure to the heat of a ball of flame she generated and her left wing extended to protect them from further splashing, it would be safe for all three of them to sit at.
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Sharaku
Administrator
Lord of Logic
GRADE •
A+ (100)
VITALITY •
2
STRENGTH •
5
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
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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 14, 2019 16:15:23 GMT -6
Post by Sharaku on Mar 14, 2019 16:15:23 GMT -6
The Vamp Wolf | “I make do….It’s not as bad as it could be.”, he’d remark somewhat casually when the other tall male approached him, food already in hand. It was limiting though, as noted by the fact that a single glance at that sandwich told him it was likely he couldn’t eat anything in it, were he to try. Well, at least the guy definitely wasn’t going to have to share any of it. That said, it wasn’t as if there was a lack of the ‘food’ he could eat. It was simply harder to normally get hands on than the more acceptable things the majority of population considered to be food.
In any case, following a little while after Nyx, he’d make a brief detour to get his own plate, which appeared to be a rare steak of some sort? Well, leave it to him to go with not very fancy food, even when given the choice to try to spice it up. It looked kind of normal though, so there was that at least? With a slight huff of amusement at the situation, he’d make his way over to where the small girl had chosen to settle down, settling himself down as well. “Did you get something appealing?”, he’d question, not having paid much attention to what food she got herself up until now. Not that he could have known just based on a bad anyway. “You sure no one will mind though?”, he’d add after a moment, glancing towards that fireball she was making. Fire could be a potential hazard, which was not a good thing in a mall full of people. |
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