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Post by HIKO on Dec 2, 2017 3:06:15 GMT -5
» Hi there! This is our first time meeting, but I am the Fairy of Objectives and Rewards, meaning if there is something important that need's to be touched up on, focused on, or given the short version of things, same goes for rewards, I'm the gal you'll be on the look out for. This also goes for those important or site-wide IC threads! Currently there are no mission objectives for you to complete; though I do have some rules: - #1: There is no posting order!
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[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"] "Welcome, and glory be to all!" The marvelous, constructed golden gates of Alfea's large, centered "A" inwardly opened. Many gathered in celebration before the gates, those being first years of all three schools, for the upcoming year that was Alfea, Cloud Tower, and Red Fountain's opening ceremony! Every year each school has been known to host the newly enrolled, only having minor issues, those minor issues being the fault of Cloud Tower, and casualties that weren't too major. At best they were seen, and were certainly, pranks. Thankfully the Headmistress of Alfea has taken extra caution to making sure that the Headmistress of Cloud Tower, nor her subordinates, conducted any indigenous behavior; that was to go for her soon-to-be students as well! This was, after all, a day of celebration and nothing more. Inside the openly spacious campus were decorations all throughout. The staff of Alfea truly went out; there were practically an astounding amount of rectangle, lengthy sized tables spread about that sat in front of a stage which hover five to ten feet off of the ground; the headmasters of each school standing upon it. In front below the stage were the staff members of each school; though there were more, it was the general staff that the students of each school would be seeing more of. "I, Headmistress Elanor, am truly honored, as well as my colleagues, to welcome you all as newly first years! This year it was Alfea's turn to host, so lucky for you all. My dear old friend Evanora just adores performing the most sneakiest of tricks whenever we host your annual welcoming there, ohoho! Just thinking about last year's disaster, dear oh my." A hue of embarrassment came to manifest upon the surface of Elanor's skin tone. "But enough of that," she waved bashfully. "I'm sure you are all excited to meet your fellow schoolmates and soon to become everlasting friends, but it is my duty as the hostess to store within the knowledge that all those who have previously come before you obtained. For instance, you are no longer children; you are upon a path that no mere child can make upon their own. You are guardians, the next generation of the Magic Dimension." A holographic image of a Guardian Fairy, an Ancestral Witch, and a Paladin manifested over the heads of all. "You are all next in line to lead and bestow wisdom that you will come to obtain from us onto others. Helping those who cannot and pushing back the black plague of dark forces. We are all but old, and you the young; these bones can no longer continue to fight the good fight you see." Elanor tittered upon calling herself old. "With great power comes but great responsibility; I'm sure you all should know what that entails, correct?" The Headmistress spoke, soft hues fixed upon each and every student. "I can see that in all of you, you possess something; something...different from those who came before you. I can't place my finger upon it, but this will be quite an intriguing year most indubitably." With a clap of her palms did food come to manifest upon each of the tables; followed by a release of white doves and balloons sprawling about the air above them. "Now feast, for today is a joyous occasion! A merriment of friends and all gather together to create anew; and never forget that you are all more than magic!" And with her introduction coming to an end. Students came right after to begin performing upon the stage as the headmasters, as well as teachers, made their exit. A male student of Red Fountain, second year, joining the second year Alfea student in song. All was going well, and a great start to the opening ceremony. [player]http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/ccdqb5r3m4/Heaven_-_Persona_4_Cover_by_Sapphire_feat._AshestoAshesJC_.mp3[/player] [newclass=.spevent2 b]color:#e63a63;font:bold 11px arial[/newclass] [newclass=.spevent2 a]font-family:raleway;font-size:7pt;color:#dc697f!important;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass]
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Post by metaphor yunshi on Dec 2, 2017 8:22:13 GMT -5
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:300,400] [attr="class","jarbbgun"] [attr="class","jarbbgunt"] [attr="class","jarbbgunicon"] [attr="class","jarbbguntext"]The first day in school - and it wasn't even the school she would attend to. Metaphor was quite bored today, even though it wasn't any different from her mood the days before. She came through the gate and everything was glittering and sparkling, it was disgusting. But she tried to behave herself, only lifting a little paper here and there.[break]She knew quite well that it wouldn't be welcome if she caused chaos, but she couldn't believe that her headmistress really would disapprove it either. It was just so absolutely boring with that overly enthusiastic speech she refused to understand completely. There might be grains of truth in it, but the way it was said, the positive energy and sunshine and everything. She knew why she never wanted to be a fairy, it didn't suit her style of living. It didn't suit her family at all.[break]The only thing she found remarkable was the holographic image of the ancestral witch - her future self certainly. She would reach this goal, no matter what and no matter who wants to interfere her plans. She wasn't made of sugar and sweets and adorable things. She was a witch and she would prove that her chosen theme was more powerful than anyone ever expected. Some napkins suddenly lifted themselves as she thought it, and she couldn't help but grin a little bit, correcting her sitting posure and leaning a little bit forward to hear the last words of that fairy.[break][break]Being more than magic? Of course. These words were true, but she would never admit it. She looked at the food appeared right in front of them; she ignored the white doves and that other stuff. And she tried to ignore the singing - she didn't really expect a witch to perform there, so the stage was uninteresting for her who was sitting as far away as possible. She looked at the other witches, some of them chatting, analyzing them and trying to figure out with whom she could possibly speak. If anyone was here meeting her demands.
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Post by YVETTE CALLISTUS on Dec 2, 2017 8:55:41 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","peek-text"]While the festivities were sure to garner a high morale about the trifecta of magic universities, Yvette was more intrigued by the actual students present. The first day of school, and she was given the opportunity to get a glimpse at students from the other schools. As well as fellow witches from her own. It wasn't hexes 101, but this will do. Besides, it seemed like quite the nice set-up. The headmistress of Alfea had went all out for the festivities. It certainly showed in the elaborate design and look of the festival itself. Yves had her doubts on the travel over. Assuming it would be nothing more than dinky stalls and faeries pushing their wares and crafts. But, to her surprise, it was a event fit for her presence. Even if she had to sit through what seemed like a sermon intended on putting her to sleep. A sigh would pass glossed over lips as her gloved pal would rest against her cheek. Striking azure hues looking onward to the leaders of the schools. Soon shifting to the headmistress of Alfea. Seeing as tough she was doing a majority, if not all, of the speaking. [break][break] Once the woman was done, it seemed to act as the metaphorical gong for the students to act accordingly and among themselves. Socialize, eat, drink and be merry. Eyes would scan the area for any signs of intrigue. Someone had to stand out, right? All of these beings placed in one spot... there had to be someone worth speaking to. Index finger began tapping at her chin before Yvette locked her sights onto a, somewhat familiar face. Familiar in the sense that the other was seen on cloud tower premises. That was the only fragment of memory and mental image Yves had to go on. But, it was good enough. For now, at least. A grin curled at the blonde's features before heels of boots clicked against the ground. Making her way over to the girl in question. metaphor yunshi. Closing the distance Yvette would give the snow-haired maiden a wave before speaking. [break][break] "Enjoying the festivities so far?" A short giggle would follow, body shifting as to lay more weight to the right leg. "I believe I've seen you at Cloud Tower's open house? If not, my apologies. You just looked very, familiar." Head would crane back to view the stage. The holographic image of her future form had faded. Giving way to a performance from some students. And while that was all fine and good, her interest laid elsewhere. Noggin reverted back to the girl in front of her and a smile plastered itself against Yves's countenance. "Yvette Callistus. Pleasure to meet you."[break][break] [attr="class","peek-notes"]let us begin ♥ |
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Post by metaphor yunshi on Dec 3, 2017 10:21:19 GMT -5
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:300,400] [attr="class","jarbbgun"] [attr="class","jarbbgunt"] [attr="class","jarbbgunicon"] [attr="class","jarbbguntext"]Metaphor constantly felt eyes watching the witches' table, and it was probably reasonable. She herself found it quite boring, but the chatters of her fellow witches were even more nerving with their high voices being all excited. She heard some talking about the specialists, the maguses, and it couldn't be more bothersome, really.[break] She wasn't really hungry so she didn't touch the food at all, waiting for the moment the witches could go back to the Cloud Tower and be a little nastier again. But there was another young witch who aroused her interest. It seemed to be mutual as she was coming closer to Metaphor who was sitting upright now, eyeing her up. Blonde, long and straight hair, white and elegant clothes. YVETTE CALLISTUS didn't made the impression that she was as annoying as the others, so the picky girl turned around and nodded in response to the wave. She even smiled a little bit, lifting the corners of her mouth a little bit upwards. The perpetual aloof and slightly arrogant impression she made was still there, but it wasn't shown aggressively now.[break] A short laughter filled with irony responded the previous giggle. "As much as I am able to do," she answered with an ironical tone resonating. "It's not really my style of... enrollment," she added, especially looking at the fairies and sighed then. "I haven't seen you around there, but it was a place with one after another." Which means that it was quite filled. "How about you? Are you enjoying the festivities?" she gave the question back to whom it formerly belonged.[break] "Don't you want to take a seat?" she really asked the other girl, Yvette, so she didn't seem to be too annoying. "You can call me Metaphor, like the rhethorical device," she introduced herself after giving place to the blonde to sit down next to her. Maybe this girl could be an ally, at least she possessed some manners. In fact, Metaphor herself wasn't always the most polite person, but indignant if someone else was as gallant as she was. [attr="class","jarbbguntag"]chapter 1. [attr="class","jarbbgunb"] [newclass=.jarbbgun]width:350px;position:relative;margin:0 auto;border:1px solid #ccc;background:#f5f5f5;}.jarbbgunt {-webkit-clip-path: polygon(0 0, 100% 0, 100% 75%, 0% 100%);clip-path: polygon(0 0, 100% 0, 100% 75%, 0% 100%);background:#333;width:350px;height:100px;position:relative;top:0; left:0;}.jarbbgunb {-webkit-clip-path: polygon(0 25%, 100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%);clip-path: polygon(0 25%, 100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%);background:#333;width:350px;height:100px;position:relative;bottom:0; left:0;}.jarbbguntext {width:250px;padding:53px;margin:0 auto;padding-top:60px;padding-bottom:40px;font-family:Roboto;font-weight:400;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;line-height:14px;}.jarbbguntext b {color:#9b67a4;}.jarbbgunicon {width:100px;height:100px;border:1px solid #fff;padding:10px;position:absolute;left:115px;top:25px;border-radius:100%;}.jarbbgunicon img {width:100px;height:100px;border-radius:100%;}.jarbbguntag {padding:10px;border:1px solid #ccc;color:#ccc;position:absolute;bottom:20px; right:20px;text-align:center;z-index:100;font-family:Roboto;font-size:9px;font-weight:300;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;}.jarbbguntag a {color:#ccc;font-family:Roboto;font-weight:300;font-size:9px;}.jarbbguncred {color:#ccc;font-family:Roboto;font-size:8px;font-weight:400;text-align:center;margin:0 auto;margin-top:5px;letter-spacing:2px;}.jarbbguncred a {color:#ccc;text-decoration:none;[/newclass]
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Post by Llir Tarrigan on Dec 3, 2017 13:43:42 GMT -5
Llir tugged at the collar of his coat with some annoyance. It wasn't just that it kept pressing into his throat and making it hard to breathe, it itched like seven hells! The fabric felt strange under his fingertips, too. Llir's tongue clove to the dry roof of his mouth, as if in protest at the velvet texture of the cloth. The entire notion of a uniform was a baffling one to the young Ysian. In fact, everywhere he looked, he seemed to be surrounded by things that baffled and unnerved him.
He didn't understand the Capital, with its glittering sky-high buildings and the throngs of people swarming at their roots. He didn't understand the frenetic freeways, choked up with humming vehicles like mechanical, insectoid monstrosities. He didn't understand the utter absence of women at the fortress of Red Fountain. The things Llir didn't understand about this new chapter in his life would fill entire books, perhaps even eclipsing the Grand Druid's library back on Fianna. Llir felt the weight of his own ignorance bearing down on his shoulders. Surrounded on every side by a multitude of people, he felt all alone. He felt small. He felt like he could barely breathe.
All of a sudden, a hush descended on the throng of young fairies, specialists, magi and witches. All eyes turned towards a figure of luminous beauty, a fey white-haired woman, the Headmistress of Alfea herself. Though the two figures flanking her on both sides were surely no less illustrious, Llir barely noticed them, not even the red giant Mordecai Colm. While Elanor spoke, it was as if all the world was silent, distant. As if only she and the listener existed. Llir's breathing slowly began to settle, only catching momentarily when Elanor swept her eyes across the crowd. It seemed to Llir that their gazes locked for the the skin of a nanosecond.
"I can see that in all of you, you possess something; something...different from those who came before you. I can't place my finger upon it, but this will be quite an intriguing year most indubitably."
The moment passed, and the speech came to an end, but by the end of it all Llir felt much better. Some spell had been broken, some knot cut in his head. The hologram of the Paladin, standing proud alongside the Guardian Fairy and the Ancestral Witch, had kindled the fire in his belly once more. Tt was a point of reference, a peak he could climb towards, however far and faint it stood against the horizon. What was more, there was food and company to enjoy, there was music, there was laughter, and everywhere he looked he saw a potential new friend. Yes, Llir felt like himself once more.
For a fair few minutes, he found himself totally mesmerized by the vocal performance of the second-year students. He applauded and cheered along with the rest of the crowd when the first aria concluded in a triumphant crescendo. Then, with typical pragmatism, he seized a plate off a table at random. It was some sort of meat dish garnished with herbs he didn't recognise but which nevertheless gave off a pleasant smell. To Llir, table manners were uncharted territory; rather than pick at the meat with a knife and fork, he began to tear strips from it with his fingers and pop them straight into his mouth. While he ate, his eyes darted back and forth across the assembly. Based on the distribution of uniforms, the pupils of the three major institutions seemed to be sticking to their own crowd. There was some mingling between Alfea and Red Fountain, but the witches of Cloud Tower had more or less closed ranks.
Plate in hand and still chewing away with every sign of enjoyment, Llir began to wind his way deeper into the crowd, wondering what else this day had in store for him.
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Post by KOGA ANDO on Dec 3, 2017 15:04:19 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","peek2-text"]Hues of a coal color took a moment to take in the allure of the uniform adorned against his body. The splendor of joy that came with the realization he was accepted. Welcomed, alongside the rest of the others who made it in Red Fountain. Once a pipe dream, turned reality; Koga was still struck with awe and disbelief. To think, he would be one of the first Ando's to enroll and enlist within such a prestigious structure of academia and prowess. The rest of the males within his family learned their skills from actual combat among themselves. And, while it proved to be effective; the margin for difference in fighting style was quite small. But now, now that he was surrounded by others from various walks of life, he was sure to garner a blatant advantage over his lineage... or maybe just a little one? He was already using magic far more frequently than his predecessors had ever done in the past. That was enough to generate chatter and warrant expectations from the folks back home. And... drop a huge weight on his shoulders. The fear of failure, inadequacy, weakness; they were all swirling about in whirlwind fashion within the safety of his mental fortress. Nerves were good, to an extent. But this intensity? Mm, it was rather uncomfortable. Would he really be able to rise to the occasion? To make a name for himself here? Hell, would he even be able to make it to class on time? [break][break] Smack. Palms came forth and collided against the sides of his face. Rattling the discouraging thoughts and sending them fleeing to the nether regions of his mind. His head shook once, reaffirming his newfound resolve to not allow his worries to overtake him. Succumbing to them would be the first step to kick start a domino effect of misfortune. If he planned to excel, he had to garner the excitement and self-assurance he had when sparring against his family members. his was a new chapter. The start of his own story. A blank canvas, ready to be sullied with his works of progression and success. The corner of his lips tugged upward into a grin. This was better. The weight against his shoulders seemed to gradually lift. Fading away as confidence seeped in. Koga took one more glance at the uniform. Then, to all of the students that stood around and about. This was the first step into the unknown. A brighter future with endless opportunities. The more he realized such, the easier it became to display a wider grin against his features. A sincere gesture that exhumed excitement. His head would rise, craning over to the speaker as her voice echoed throughout the mass of bodies. [break][break] The headmistress of Alfea. A maiden with hair as white as snow. Her voice soft as velvet, sweet as honeysuckle. The faeries were lucky to have her. Pupils darted to the other being on the platform. The other woman standing in attention. The headmistress of Cloud Tower. She hadn't spoken, but from Elanor's anecdote, Koga came to the conclusion the other woman as Evanora. Her presence was strong. All three had the same effect. Finally, coal colored hues darted towards his headmaster. Standing in waiting. Silent, stoic, eyes facing forward. Maybe one day he could be like him? Or, maybe that was just another pipe dream formulating? Regardless, the teen would add it to the list of aspirations. That is, until the holographic images made their debut. The Guardian Fairy, the Ancestral Witch, and the Paladin. He looked on in a dazed stupor... could he reach the ranks of such a being? Was it actually possible? [break][break] "I can see that in all of you, you possess something; something... different"[break][break] Elanor's words acted as gasoline to the sole match that had been struck. A fierce flame rose and warmed the entirety of Koga's body with a sense of self-assurance that even shocked himself. There was no time for doubt! Succeeding would come from Courage, Confidence, and Contribution towards Red Fountain's ranks! He'd be one of them. A Paladin. It was set. With his goal set, the holographic images would fade and Elanor's voice would return to the forefront of his attention. Soon after though, she would take her leave and leave the stage open to students. Faeries as well as Specialists took the stage and regaled the others with a musical number. Upbeat and poppy, Koga found the liveliness of the atmosphere infectious. But... Grraaarrggghh. His stomach, had other plans. A palm quickly moved to clutch his belly before eyes darted left and right. Hoping his stomach's uproar had went unnoticed to anyone but him. [break][break] Slipping away and through the sea of dancing and cheerful bodies, he began his hunt for nourishment. Taking note to the interactions of those who weren't slaves to the rhythm. Fairies chatting with fairies. Specialists with specialists. It even seemed that the two mingled with one another too. However, the witches seemed to keep to themselves. Eyelids lowered and a gaze of scrutiny was cast upon them. But only for a moment. No need to ruin the good mood. He'd leave it be. Returning to his hunt. He found himself standing in front of a table clad with eateries and meals as far as the eye could see. A hand struck forth. Snagging a plate adorned with a meaty dish. Dressed in spices and herbs, the aroma was delectable. So much so, his mouth visibly watered. Devouring the deliciousness right then and there was his first instinct. But, he quelled the urge. Somehow. [break][break] Instead, he went searching for a place to sit. Ripping into the meal like a savage while standing wouldn't make for a great first impression. So, onward he strolled. Searching for somewhere to park himself and eat. Head craned about. Nope... nu-uh... nah... oh, there was one. A table seemed to have some open seating. And, as luck would have it, the only one present was a body clad in a matching uniform as his own. This would be the perfect time to establish some sort of acquaintanceship, right? Or... mess it up. [break][break] It was shoot your shot season, after all. [break][break] Making his way over to an empty seat across from the blond male. Koga would softly sit the plate down against the table and give the other a wave. "Seat taken?" A hypothetical question, as the brown haired male pulled the seat out and took the seat regardless. "Hope ya' don't mind me sitting here? It's uh... a pretty jam-packed first day, huh?"[break][break] [attr="class","peek-notes"]/gives self a participation ribbon |
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Post by Llir Tarrigan on Dec 3, 2017 18:03:37 GMT -5
Llir had wandered around for a brief time, oblivious to the looks of incredulity and disgust he was receiving as he picked away at his food. He had made a few spirited efforts at striking up a conversation, tapping shoulders with a broad smile and even exercising his elbows a fair amount. But it seemed the moment his new classmates clocked his wide grin, stained with fresh grease from the meat dish, they all seemed to develop instantaneous selective blindness. Disappointed but refusing to be cowed, Llir carried on in much the same fashion until his feet started to feel tired. Spotting an empty seat at one of the long trestle tables, he immediately laid claim to it and settled down to enjoy the rest of his meal.
Normally, tiredness wouldn't have been an issue. It was these damned shoes that went with the uniform - they kept pinching at his toes and digging into his heels. Back on Fianna he could spend hours on foot without tiring, darting through brush and bracken in the boots he'd fashioned himself from the supple skin of a doe. They'd been good boots, well-worn to the shape of his foot. On Fianna the masters had taught them to be self-sufficient in everything, and except on grand feast days the aspiring warriors and wizards were expected to obtain their own sustenance from the forest moon's natural bounty. The comforts of Llir's new life had come as a bit of a culture shock.
Still, you wouldn't catch him complaining, not in the face of a feast like this. Laying down his empty plate, Llir swept the table before him with hungry eyes. Not even the Grand Druid's most bountiful solstice feast could hold a candle to the magnificent spread before him. There were dishes he had no name for, but what was in a name where food was concerned? Llir's hand hovered uncertainly over one dish, then another and another, before finally settling on a basket of bread slices that carried an overpowering odour of garlic. The Ysian seized a handful, and began to attack it.
To Llir's surprise, the seat across from him was promptly filled by a youth of feral aspect, his cheeks adorned by a pair of crimson fangs. The stranger asked if the seat was already claimed, only to seat himself before an answer could be given, without so much as a by-your-leave. Llir treated this intrusion with perfect amicability. He merely continued to chew his way through his current mouthful, as he waited to see what the stranger would do next. If nothing else, the fact that someone was actually speaking directly to him today was a novelty.
The slice of garlic bread gradually disappeared into Llir's mouth, only to be replaced by another one just as the brown-haired boy poised another question. "Mmmffuh fuffmmmm", was all Llir managed to respond, sprawing garlicky crumbs all over the table before he realised how futile this exercise was. He held up a finger for time, only lowering it again once the bread had vanished down his gullet.
"It's no trouble, friend," Llir said brightly, wiping his mouth unceremoniously on the back of his hand. "I was just starting to think I could be doing with some company. Feasting's all well and good, but it's no fun when not a soul can be bothered to talk. Still!" He pointed a finger sternly at the stranger. "You should know better than to address a warrior when his mouth is full. Especially when he's enjoying a foodstuff as delicious as these garlic loaves. Take one! Take two, even!" And he tossed two hefty slices of garlic bread straight at the boy.
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Post by Elena Casterwill on Dec 3, 2017 19:19:57 GMT -5
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"Enchanting!" cried the redhead. "This is the school that I'll be attending, oh wowie! Everything's so beautiful, the campus and the Headmistress; even more beautiful!" The young woman was truly astounded, mesmerized by the scenery which took place. It wasn't until she saw the holographic image of her future that her heart had fallen with nerves.
"A Guardian Fairy...." Her gaze watched as the image, though faded, remained in place before her eyes. This was her future and as she remained at the entrance of the gates, it was as if the young fairy had been saddened by what was to come. "This is my new life..." A resident of Solaria. The young girl had already been homesick. She was ready to go home, to see her sister, her mother and father. "I don't...I don't think I can do this," she spoke lowly with a hand placed upon her heart. She continued to stand near the entrance of Alfea.
The redheaded young fairy adorned a jet-black skirt with a triple printed heart vertically resting upon the right portion of her skirt. A yellow, off the shoulder tiered shirt worn for her top. Followed after, for footwear, she adorned a pair of yellow two-inch pumps. With her accessory she worn a light, yellow heart-shaped purse which hung from a long yellow strap. "I miss Solaria, but I have to be strong; I shouldn't let my nerves get in the way." The little sunflower spoke.
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Post by VALERIAN NORTH on Dec 3, 2017 21:00:14 GMT -5
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Post by FRITZEROY REGULUS on Dec 3, 2017 21:30:55 GMT -5
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私はあなたを知って いたと思いました 。 I thought your love had hurt me. but I don't feel anything anymore. [attr="class","Again"] ❝ Just like every year before this one, he hadn't expected to be allowed to leave the Solarian Royal castle for any reason other than 'official' business. Or somewhere that his father could keep an eye on him. In a way he could understand the theory - keep him where his father could see so that no more of his family would ever get hurt the way his mother had. But He wasn't his mother, nor would he ever be. Plus he had the protection of the Ring which should be enough to convince his father to let him leave. Just be free for a bit. It'd just taken fifteen years for the old fart to see sense.
But he hadn't even gotten to Red Fountain yet. Instead Fritz had found himself attending an orientation? Beginner's lesson? Introduction? Something along those lines. Held at Alfea. The Solaria Prince didn't have anything against the school for faeries, plenty of his people probably attended. It was more the fact that each school... well couldn't they just do it themselves? He wanted to learn to become a Magus. He wanted to become stronger. Plus all of these people... they were making him uneasy.
His eye was drawn to the holographic Paladin. Was that... was that his final form? Fritz's father had always told him about Guardian Faeries and how before he had been born, the King had always hoped that it was a daughter that could become a Guardian Fairy for Solaria. Nothing was held against anyone for him being a son but seeing the Paladin ignited something inside of the blonde. Something that screamed just as loud as his desire to protect.
'I want to become a Paladin.'
Getting up he'd walk toward the entrance of the Fairy School when his ears picked up a single word. He should have expected such, but still paused and looked in the direction that the name of his planet had come from. It was an orange haired girl... probably younger than him. Saying something along the lines of being homesick which was understandable. The schools didn't exactly let you go home after every day. Well at least she would be easier to talk to than anyone else from his point of view. Solarians were always easier to talk to.
"You're gonna be fine!" he said chipperly as he gave her a light pat on the back. "After all we're here to learn how to use magic! Or... you are. I think Red Fountain offers a magic-based course but I've heard people whispering about how we'll all be forced to favor physical abilities instead. That scares me - I love my magic!"
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Post by YVETTE CALLISTUS on Dec 3, 2017 21:45:42 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","peek-text"]Gloved palm raised to cover her glossed lips as a soft giggle flew free. "It is quite the interesting way to kick off the year." Azure hues took a moment to dart about the scene once more. More so towards the guests rather than the food offered and elaborate decoration of the place. "I certainly agree though," Yvette's attention returning to the girl who sat at the table. "I would have rather met my fellow witches on campus. Or in a classroom." Shoulders shrugged and a soft sigh left her lips. Followed by the nonchalant rolling of her hues. "I suppose this makes for a good means of scoping out eye candy. And, potential threats." The latter of her statement coated in an intriguing tone. But, no sooner had the tone appeared, it faded. Giving way to a warmer smile and tilt of her head. "I suppose that makes me a bit of a stalker then? Heehee, my apologies." The girl of white hair gave her name after Yvette had done prior. Metaphor. Very interesting. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Metaphor." With a nod,aA hand moved to pull a chair out, "I do enjoy a good rhetorical device." And with the planting of herself onto the seat, her left leg moved and crossed over her right. "A poet?" [break][break] It seemed to be the easiest assumption. Poetry was rather nice. One's that had a way with words intrigued the blonde. She had read a many of novels written by the greats. Each having their own melodic wordplay that made the mental imagery just as exuberant and vibrant. "Hm?" Was she enjoying the festival? "I suppose so," the answer was rather, empty. Her voice and tone carried no weight. "Seems as though the Fairies and the Specialists are quite fond of one another." A finger would pint forth. Directly towards a gaggle of the aforementioned. "But, that's to be expected." Lips curled into a grin. "There's something about a witch that strikes fear into the hearts of the weak." Eyelids lowered in the midst of her speaking. Only to rise to normal afterwards. The gaze she once held had vanished. "Or the stigma makes us quite unapproachable. Either way, I don't mind it." An elbow rested against her thigh, chin in open palm. "Makes things more... entertaining."[break][break] The pads of her fingertips tapped idly against the surface of her cheek. Eyes still surveying the area for any signs of excitement. Yvette brand of excitement. "I was more so hoping to find my dorm room and get things set up. Decorating takes me forever." She couldn't place a finger on it, "are you excited for the year?" Bur there was something about Metaphor that tugged at the blonde's attention. A fated encounter? Perhaps. "Being away from the watchful eye of my parents will be a joy~" Whatever the case may be, Yves was enthralled and enjoyed it. In the midst of conversation, a pair of chipper students voices caught the blonde's attention. "Looks like those two are quote excited." Finger pointed to the redhead and the blond boy. "It's cavity inducing..." [break][break] [attr="class","peek-notes"]woot woot |
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Post by KOGA ANDO on Dec 3, 2017 22:20:48 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","peek2-text"]Now that he had taken his seat, and actually got a chance to look the other head on, the first trait that prompted a mild stare was the ears of the blond across from him. Huh. They were pointy. An elf? Possibly. That was pretty cool! As he had expected, there were a variety of people from various walks of life present within the schools. That also meant, there was a plentiful to... attempt to learn, about them. Or, at least learn enough not to disrespect or offend in some manner. Fingers moved towards the side of his plate. Reaching for items that weren't there. Crap. He had forgotten his silverware. His eyes darted towards one of the other tables. He could get up and go get them. But, they weren't too much of a necessity. He could just use his hands. And, wipe them off before he had to reach out and touch another. Easy. His train of thought was effectively derailed when muffled speech soon came from across the table. Followed by fray crumbs of garlic decorating the space between them against the tabletop. The finger raising from the blond evoked a chuckle from Koga. Followed by a short nod in confirmation. And, after a moment, coherent speech followed. [break][break] "Cool cool," thank goodness. What would he really have done if the other told him to leave? Actually take his plate and head for another table? It'd be the uh, friendly thing to do... maybe. But alas, he didn't had to worry about that! For the other was fine with his company. A great start to the rest of the festival if he did say so himself. "Oh yeah! I agree." A sequence of nods followed in agreement. With all of these people present, it would royally suck to have to talk to the voices in his head. He had already had enough conversation with them to last him for quite some time. "I'm shocked no one came ov—" o-oh? Words effectively ceased. Sentence halted as a finger was shot forth towards him. Stern in form too. What did he do? Was it something he said? Did he have to do some sort of table sitting ritual? A blank stare ensued before the other continued. "A warrior?" Brows furrowed some, knitting slightly towards one another. Was he some sort of prodigy? Wouldn't he have heard of him if that were the case? "M-my bad. I didn't kno—" and again, Koga proved to be too slow. [break][break] Mouth open, there soon came a loaf of garlic seasoned bread that clogged the hole of his face. Eyes widened, teeth clinching down against the bread. To soon be pelted by a follow up loaf, right between the eyes. "Mmmuuff w-wait" The loaf that made contact with his face had fallen onto his plate. Seemingly perfectly aligned with the meat that rested there as well. In regards to the bread that was lodged in his maw? Well, in two swift munches, it made it's way down the hatch. Having avoided a choking catastrophe, a low lidded stare would ensue towards the other. Only for it to fade soon after. A mischievous grin curling onto his countenance. "Is that how warriors eat bread? Hehe..." A hand wrapped it's way around the loaf. [break][break] He liked this guy. [break][break] "Then let me do this right. Warrior to Warrior." And with that, the loaf would be tossed back towards the other. Aiming to sink the deliciousness into the mouth of the pointy eared stranger. The other had one helluva shot. Easily having plugged Koga's maw up with the first loaf. But, unbeknownst to said blond stranger, Koga was no stranger to marksmanship. His aim was nothing to be scoffed at. It could have been a tad off due to the chuckling that came from his upon launch. However, it shouldn't do too much to his aim. Maybe... probably. [break][break] After sending the garlic loaf zipping through the air, it finally sank in that the other was enrolled into the same school as he himself was. And that made him even more excited. To think, there would be others around that he could have some fun with in their spare time. Thank goodness. Koga had no idea how strict the staff of Red Fountain may or may not have been. But, making friends was always an easy way to curb the occasional wet blanket of an instructor. Tossing loaves of bread back and forth at one another? [break][break] The perfect catalyst for friendship among warriors. [break][break] [attr="class","peek-notes"]2 for 2, i'm on a roll |
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Post by ALIMAYU IRONCAST on Dec 3, 2017 23:05:18 GMT -5
[attr="class","catempfree2base"] [attr="class","catempfree2top"] VENI. VIDI. VICI. [attr="class","catempfree2txt"]The crown prince to the Natumbe empire stood regal and strong in the back of all the merriment. He proudly wore the 1st year Red Fountain garb and it clung perfectly to his muscular dimensions. Those that took keen notice to the dark-skinned Specialist might have confused him for one of the guards stationed throughout the grounds. Those that thought this wouldn't be wrong in their guesses, but they also wouldn't be correct in the assumption either. Alimayu prepared himself for anything—both mentally and physically. He strategically positioned himself to be one of the first correspondents to react if trouble reared its ugly little head. That being said, he had no intentions to halt any petty indifference Jane might have with Sara, or if Billy gets caught flirting with Monica. No, he had his attentions set on bigger fish; more evil and sinister fish.
Eyes of silver panned from side to side, looking at various students in attempt to read their mannerisms and intentions. Truthfully, he was no stranger to these kind of gathers. In fact, back home, he was forced to intend them whenever one may have raised—the perks of being the son of the Magical Dimension leading war tactician. Whereas more heirs and heiress in his position would be happy to be in the limelight, Alimayu was a real warrior at heart—he much rather be running with apex predators than be pretending to humor some aristocrats conversation. Just thinking about it made him expel of sigh of discomfort. He shook his head, rolled his shoulders, and placed both hands behind his back. He was prepared.
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Post by Elena Casterwill on Dec 3, 2017 23:25:10 GMT -5
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A thought enriched with a variety of things she wanted to say or do. All of it would come to a standstill the moment she was spoken to by none other than, "T-T-T-T-T-The Prince of Solaria is here?!?!?!" she exclaimed loud enough for all to here. Some looked their way toward the entrance out of curiosity as to what was going on. A face of red blemish painted the female's cheeks in red. Palms touching her cheeks from the nerves of such a handsome prince.
Up close he was extremely handsome. She'd never met the prince but only knew of him. "Your Highness, you mustn't be so modest. I'm sure someone like you is even capable of l-learning how to fight, I mean after all you were raised around guards; I'm sure your father must have trained you." The young girl continued to speak. But as soon as it came to her, Elena would exclaim with a multitude of awkward noises.
"I'm so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself?!" Curtsying as quickly as possible, the young maiden would finally introduce herself as, "Elena, Elena Casterwill! I know a lot about you because I was actually born on Solaria myself!" she exclaimed nervously. This wasn't going so well for her, but she only assumed that. She wasn't sure how Prince Fritzeroy thought of her during this interaction. But her gaze shifted over to a white haired male that, for some unknown reason, caught her attention.
But the moment Fritzeroy were to respond to her. Her focus would spring back unto the future king himself.
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Post by ★ on Dec 4, 2017 3:17:26 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"] "It's nice to see my little witchlings getting along." A hand severed the pair, YVETTE CALLISTUS and metaphor yunshi, as Evanora Delacroix placed her left palm between the duo. "You'll need it once the semester starts; we've much to cover if you are to outdo these fairies." Evanora smiled. She was interested in meeting the Witch of Paper and the Witch of Chaos themselves; power resonating within the duo as she felt great magic manifesting from within them. "The Witch of Paper, your specialization is enticing; is it possible that you may be capable of rewriting not just your own, but another's tale upon a special sheet," and a hue darted it's way toward the other, "And the Witch of Chaos, such a vast resonance of magic cascading over you. I cannot tell if the probability of my accusation is a hundred percent correct or not, but your magic may truly come to be one of terror in the nearby future." The headmistress would narrow a straight gaze, "I'll be sure to keep a watchful eye on you." Elsewhere, during the discussion that carried out among the others. There resided another deep within the shadows of the forest surrounding the school. A silhouetted fang bit into a deeply colored apple; the apple rotting away after the succulent bite had been taken. "Disgusting. How do people eat this crap...? There was little magic in here to satisfy me." The silhouetted figure stood atop of a tree branch. The perk of a right earlobe sprung from the sound of running, "They still haven't got'er?" An annoyed scoff carried behind his words. Behind the barefoot that ran were a horde of creatures in pursuit. They were after none other than a random girl whom looked to have been but no older than ten. In her hand resided a silver broadsword. The young girl would turn her head back as she watched her pursuers continuing their chase. Returning her fixation back onto Alfea. The girl neared Alfea's barrier, closer and closer she came. The entrance of the golden gates into Alfea were not far, but as she came to near it the young maiden would almost trip. Having slowed down a little she continued to run when finally she made successfully stepped over the barrier of Alfea. The horde of pursuers banging upon the invisible sphere that only magical beings were capable of seeing. The girl hadn't looked back and thus would come to reach the golden gates passing through them as she would fall unto the floor, the silver broadsword sliding past the duo Elena Casterwill and FRITZEROY REGULUS . "The sword...!" she cried aloud, coughing out of sheer weakness. Many would watch in shock and awe at the sudden appearance of a little girl adorning nothing more than a pair of torn blue jeans and a red blouse; her hair, pink, possessed a skull barrette upon her left side. "M-Miss Elanor..." The three headmasters rushed to the young girl's aid, Elanor the first on the scene, "Linette!?" "Alaric, get your ass over here and help!" exclaimed the headmaster of Red Fountain, Mordecai Colm. Alaric hurried, alongside his fiance Serenity, to aid in taking the young girl to Elanor's office. Mordecai, picking up the sword, handed it over to Elanor for safekeeping. "Mordecai, you must watch the students while myself and Evanora see to the Linette's injuries." There was much confusion and soon to be chaos had they not calmed everyone down. For now the only staff members here were the following: Mordecai Colm, Emerald Evergreen, and Theodore Bartholomew Barfazoid Igor The Twelfth Gnome The Sixth. The rest, too, went to aid the two headmistresses whereas the other staff members of the other schools weren't there at all. "Alright everyone just calm down, everything is going to be just fi--" Theodore would halt his words as he felt a strange dark presence come to touch the barrier that was upon Alfea. The silhouetted figure examined the barrier that surrounded the school. "Now this is some grade A shit right here," with just a single touch did he begin to feast upon the barrier itself, absorbing the magic and taking it all in; the barrier dissipating as many, if they were to look above, could see a light blue tint of coloring cracking like glass almost. The ceremony had only just started and the welcoming party had yet to arrive. "Alright boys," the figure held a couple of tiny, black transparent crystals with a red sphere inside, "Go join the party, and don't let one of them stay alive!" The palm of his hand released the crystals as they fell onto the floor. More of them came to spring to life. These one-eyed creatures manifesting from a light of crimson red coloring as they slowly made their way toward the entrance of Alfea. But before that could happen Professor Theodore would begin to recite an enchantment. "Alright students, time for your first lesson! Those capable of performing magic rise from your chairs," He wasn't exactly sure as to what was coming for they had yet to arrive, but he wasn't going to waste any time by letting. "Today's lesson you will be learning about unified Enchantments," as he was giving his speech Headmaster Mordecai would come to walk past a few of his students, one of them in particular ALIMAYU IRONCAST , he knew most of the students without the ability to perform existential magic on the outside and the young, tanned male had been one of them. As he bypassed the young male ALIMAYU IRONCAST , he'd tell him, "Your first lesson will be in the art of combat boy, suit up." Foretelling him that he knew the barrier would not be enough to hold back what was coming; though unaware of the enemy, his ability to sense ki had been enough to know that the enemy was all but one; whereas the others were something inhuman, creatures of servitude. "Now, together you will repeat after me by reciting the incantation I am about to speak!" And so he rose both of his palms toward the sky, and said: "I beseech you, mighty aegis; protect thine blessing, expose thy soul cast thy gold, I rush violently Zeus who holds the aegis, all things divine and human," His entire being and those who, too, began to chant resonated a hue of gold. A sphere the size of a golf ball manifested above them all; a majestic light being poured into it as the sphere of light hovered before them. The clouds themselves gathering to become a dark color, "Forte Scrutum!" A golden light shone bright, blinding all who were not to be bathe in its lighting. A new, golden barrier formed over Alfea; though this time it was not widespread as the last, but mor enclosed to where it protected the school itself rather than wide array. The enemy had yet to appear, but his creatures of servitude were right at the doorstep. Watching, waiting as the felt the powerful magic's resonance radiating. "A single touch of their negative energy and they'll be dispatched before they can even say 'ah,' gabu-gabu!" Theodore laughed. But what was their next plan of action now? He could only imagine how frightened some of them were. In the back of his mind he knew that most of them were unsuited for combat within their current state; of all the times for peace to have been broken. [newclass=.spevent2 b]color:#e63a63;font:bold 11px arial[/newclass] [newclass=.spevent2 a]font-family:raleway;font-size:7pt;color:#dc697f!important;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass]
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