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~Dr. Franken Stein
Franken grinned at Ravel's proposal. "I'm sorry but professors are allowed to be fashionably late." He turned to the group who had been waiting for Ravel and himself and finished with "But students aren't. If any of you are ever tardy again I will have to have you help with one of my experiments." He ignored the student who informed him that he and his assistant were the only ones that were late. He looked around at the group again and placed his hand on Christoff's head.
"I promise that I will teach you all that I can." He attempted to give the kid a reassuring smile but it came out looking a little crazy...
The bus that was designated for them was sitting not too far away, the driver obviously frustrated that they were late and lay on his horn to try to light a fire under their feet. Stein's disposition changed immediately as he straightened up. "Everyone on the bus now, if you don't move it you'll get left behind." He glanced at Ravel to indicate she should climb aboard first. "Remember, always let the ladies go before gentlemen."
Franken grinned at Ravel's proposal. "I'm sorry but professors are allowed to be fashionably late." He turned to the group who had been waiting for Ravel and himself and finished with "But students aren't. If any of you are ever tardy again I will have to have you help with one of my experiments." He ignored the student who informed him that he and his assistant were the only ones that were late. He looked around at the group again and placed his hand on Christoff's head.
"I promise that I will teach you all that I can." He attempted to give the kid a reassuring smile but it came out looking a little crazy...
The bus that was designated for them was sitting not too far away, the driver obviously frustrated that they were late and lay on his horn to try to light a fire under their feet. Stein's disposition changed immediately as he straightened up. "Everyone on the bus now, if you don't move it you'll get left behind." He glanced at Ravel to indicate she should climb aboard first. "Remember, always let the ladies go before gentlemen."
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The large man looked to Alphonse with an expression of mild interest, "Ah, now there is the truth. You look to protect someone that will more than likely seal your fate? Interesting, and yet you are willing to betray the one you want to protect in order to insure their safety? I will help you, your cause is very similar to the same one that placed the Ralleys in my service. Therefore, I believe a test is in order for the both of you. While I see many qualities, some bad and some good. I must test your strength of body as well as your strength of will. In times of old I stepped forward to battle the challengers myself, but lately I have noticed your race shrinking, and personally I prefer opponents on my level. With that in mind. Craneo! Jvala! ARIZE AND SERVE YOUR MASTER!"
The great beings voice echoed throughout the cavern, small tiers of dust fell from the cieling as the cave shook. From two of the open tombs came a set of bones. As the two skeletons reached Hadrian's sides, they would assemble themselves and twitch as the darkness began to swirl around them, enveloping them in a thick smoke-like substance. As the smoke finished covering them, it would begin to swirl, giving the bodies form. After the smoke cleared, there would stand before them two strange people. The first was a large, broadshouldered man wearing a black bodysuit adorned with bones except for the two metal skulls worn on his hands like boxing gloves adorned with similar symbols carved into the crown and cheekbones as were painted on the man's shaven and white head. the other was thin, yogic guru with a thick, curly greying beard and dark skin covered by a weathered orange body wrapping.
The larger of the two crashed the two iron skulls together with a sickening grin crossing his face, "I cannot wait to fight once more. It has been far too long, Lord Hadrian, to be brought back for a good fight," As he spoke the man would look over the two and turned his head in confusion, "Wait, this is what I was called back from oblivion to beat up children? This must surely be a joke, my lord." The smaller man would look to his partner and shake his head, "Why must you always think that we were called back to perform violence? There are more ways to settle things beside crashing our fists into each other like barbarians. That being said, Thank you Lord Hadrian for allowing us both this time among the living, it has been quite a while sir."
The great beings voice echoed throughout the cavern, small tiers of dust fell from the cieling as the cave shook. From two of the open tombs came a set of bones. As the two skeletons reached Hadrian's sides, they would assemble themselves and twitch as the darkness began to swirl around them, enveloping them in a thick smoke-like substance. As the smoke finished covering them, it would begin to swirl, giving the bodies form. After the smoke cleared, there would stand before them two strange people. The first was a large, broadshouldered man wearing a black bodysuit adorned with bones except for the two metal skulls worn on his hands like boxing gloves adorned with similar symbols carved into the crown and cheekbones as were painted on the man's shaven and white head. the other was thin, yogic guru with a thick, curly greying beard and dark skin covered by a weathered orange body wrapping.
The larger of the two crashed the two iron skulls together with a sickening grin crossing his face, "I cannot wait to fight once more. It has been far too long, Lord Hadrian, to be brought back for a good fight," As he spoke the man would look over the two and turned his head in confusion, "Wait, this is what I was called back from oblivion to beat up children? This must surely be a joke, my lord." The smaller man would look to his partner and shake his head, "Why must you always think that we were called back to perform violence? There are more ways to settle things beside crashing our fists into each other like barbarians. That being said, Thank you Lord Hadrian for allowing us both this time among the living, it has been quite a while sir."
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Adam Edenburg, The Demon Sword of Dragonic Fire
"Calyx, Lord Death has a major mission for us, Alisa, Al, and your mom in Moscow, Russia." Adam said as he ran to catch up with his meister. "Wait, Russia, but we just got back from Venice. Alright, this gonna be cold. I'll call Alisa right now." Calyx replied as he pulled out his cell phone, "Hey, Alisa, it's Calyx, we've got a new mission in Russia, meet you in the classroom, bring something warm and comfortable, winter is starting there. I left her a message, its weird, she has been acting really weird since the mission."
"Calyx, Lord Death has a major mission for us, Alisa, Al, and your mom in Moscow, Russia." Adam said as he ran to catch up with his meister. "Wait, Russia, but we just got back from Venice. Alright, this gonna be cold. I'll call Alisa right now." Calyx replied as he pulled out his cell phone, "Hey, Alisa, it's Calyx, we've got a new mission in Russia, meet you in the classroom, bring something warm and comfortable, winter is starting there. I left her a message, its weird, she has been acting really weird since the mission."
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The Kishin's Death Scythe Alphonse Ravenclaw
Alphonses body became heavy as stone. He'd exausted himself from using so much energy. With his madness flow exterminated his power wasn't up to par. He wasn't able to pull himself up with sheer force as he would have been able to before. He felt as if he was dying, his stomach was tight and burning. His arms weak, he couldn't even summon enough stregnth to lift his head. It was as if he was back in his old body, but worse. I will not break, he told himself. He was dizzy, his vision spinning. Suddenly he was plunged back into solidifying darkness.
"You're dying" he heard a distant voice whisper.
"Ne..ver..." he muttered. A mirror appeared before him. He tried to avert his eyes, but something deep inside him commanded him to look. So, look he did and there he was fed images of his life, his convictions, his resolutions. They all rolled together in reel of liquid color shattering the mirror and consuming his body. It felt as if shards from the very mirror itself were being embedded into his skin. Once they all settled in his core his very being reverberated with an overwhelming since of understanding.
He knew.
Alphonses body became heavy as stone. He'd exausted himself from using so much energy. With his madness flow exterminated his power wasn't up to par. He wasn't able to pull himself up with sheer force as he would have been able to before. He felt as if he was dying, his stomach was tight and burning. His arms weak, he couldn't even summon enough stregnth to lift his head. It was as if he was back in his old body, but worse. I will not break, he told himself. He was dizzy, his vision spinning. Suddenly he was plunged back into solidifying darkness.
"You're dying" he heard a distant voice whisper.
"Ne..ver..." he muttered. A mirror appeared before him. He tried to avert his eyes, but something deep inside him commanded him to look. So, look he did and there he was fed images of his life, his convictions, his resolutions. They all rolled together in reel of liquid color shattering the mirror and consuming his body. It felt as if shards from the very mirror itself were being embedded into his skin. Once they all settled in his core his very being reverberated with an overwhelming since of understanding.
He knew.
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Hadrian looked to Alphonse and shook his head, "One more thing remains. Jvala, bestow him his gift." Jvala bowed to his master and steadily placed a hand over Alphonse's mouth, and pulled back. With the motion, Jvala would be pulling a white mass from the air over Alphonse's mouth that would solidify as it left Jvala's hand. Drawing about a foot away from Alphonse's mouth, Jvala would begin to close his hand, making a hook at the end to form a sharp hooked beak that latched onto Alphonse's face forming two leather belts that would already be adjusted to best fit. As the mask drew to it's new owner, Alphonse would feel a rush through his body forcing him to release his wing form, causing them to grow feathers and contort to a more birdlike shape. As the transformation took place, the beak mask would begin to blaze with identical symbols of warpaint that covered the Twins' masks.
Hadrian looked back and smiled, "Now stand, Raven of the Wargod. All of you stand before me now no longer members of your past factions. You are now set with one objective, to eliminate the tyrannies constructed by Death and the Kishin. You are to infiltrate and recruit members to the cause. There is one more role to be given and it is one of the most crucial: The Fold. This role is one that cannot be given to one being, it is a joined status in which our army shall share. Your mission is to move about your past factions, observe everything you can, weaknesses, strengths, potential recruits. The most important aspect of this mission is stealth, only recruits that have taken my allegiance will know of our movements, anyone else knowing could prove fatal for you as individuals. You will all notice you have a mask of some sort and a title. Each title and mask grants different abilities: The Hounds are granted increased physical atributes given they are the primary enforcement for the forces, they will be training new recruits once our forces are significant in size. The Shepherd is granted the ability of touch communication, Anyone you touch will see your message, your warning, your very thoughts if you choose, use the gift wisely. And Finaly the Raven is gifted with the ability of purification. Like the ravens that follow war, they take on the duty of feeding on the dead, turning corruption into something useful. I must warn you, at each level there is a cost that must be paid for the use of the abilities while you are in the field. Hounds, with your increased physical attributes you will suffer intense fatigue and weakness given the stress on your bodies. Shepherd, with your gift of projection, a powerful mind like Death or the Kishin will be able to resist and even reflect your ability if used on them. And Raven, like your animal familiar, to convert and purify you will be forced to take the corruption inward, converting it in your own body. None of these costs are fatal, but they can alter the course of your plans if they are used foolishly. Think on your weaknesses and plan accordingly."
The Wargod moved before each of them, giving a kind smile, "You four are now allies, you no longer march under different banners, you are united as one force against the true threat to the world. With that I will seal your abilities to a weakened state, to be released through a calling I will now grant you," As he spoke, he would kneel before the twins, placing a hand on their masked foreheads, "Release our collars," Then moving to Eden, placing his hand on her hooded head "Grant me my crook," and finaly to Alphonse placing his hand on his forehead "Unbind my tallons." With that the Wargod moved to his throne, sitting slowly with a determined look to his new forces, "You now have your assignments, I can be contacted through your masks if you wish to report to me. Go with my blessings, For the honour of the world and the right to victory." With that, Hadrian waved a massive hand and the four would be wrapped in darkness, pulled to the entrance where the doors slammed shut behind them.
Hadrian looked back and smiled, "Now stand, Raven of the Wargod. All of you stand before me now no longer members of your past factions. You are now set with one objective, to eliminate the tyrannies constructed by Death and the Kishin. You are to infiltrate and recruit members to the cause. There is one more role to be given and it is one of the most crucial: The Fold. This role is one that cannot be given to one being, it is a joined status in which our army shall share. Your mission is to move about your past factions, observe everything you can, weaknesses, strengths, potential recruits. The most important aspect of this mission is stealth, only recruits that have taken my allegiance will know of our movements, anyone else knowing could prove fatal for you as individuals. You will all notice you have a mask of some sort and a title. Each title and mask grants different abilities: The Hounds are granted increased physical atributes given they are the primary enforcement for the forces, they will be training new recruits once our forces are significant in size. The Shepherd is granted the ability of touch communication, Anyone you touch will see your message, your warning, your very thoughts if you choose, use the gift wisely. And Finaly the Raven is gifted with the ability of purification. Like the ravens that follow war, they take on the duty of feeding on the dead, turning corruption into something useful. I must warn you, at each level there is a cost that must be paid for the use of the abilities while you are in the field. Hounds, with your increased physical attributes you will suffer intense fatigue and weakness given the stress on your bodies. Shepherd, with your gift of projection, a powerful mind like Death or the Kishin will be able to resist and even reflect your ability if used on them. And Raven, like your animal familiar, to convert and purify you will be forced to take the corruption inward, converting it in your own body. None of these costs are fatal, but they can alter the course of your plans if they are used foolishly. Think on your weaknesses and plan accordingly."
The Wargod moved before each of them, giving a kind smile, "You four are now allies, you no longer march under different banners, you are united as one force against the true threat to the world. With that I will seal your abilities to a weakened state, to be released through a calling I will now grant you," As he spoke, he would kneel before the twins, placing a hand on their masked foreheads, "Release our collars," Then moving to Eden, placing his hand on her hooded head "Grant me my crook," and finaly to Alphonse placing his hand on his forehead "Unbind my tallons." With that the Wargod moved to his throne, sitting slowly with a determined look to his new forces, "You now have your assignments, I can be contacted through your masks if you wish to report to me. Go with my blessings, For the honour of the world and the right to victory." With that, Hadrian waved a massive hand and the four would be wrapped in darkness, pulled to the entrance where the doors slammed shut behind them.
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The Explosive Ninja Death Parfait <3
The energetic girl was getting bored. They'd been walking forever. She was irritated and it was time to let everyone know. "Dr. Stein! Dr. Stein! Dr. Stein!...are we there yet?"
The energetic girl was getting bored. They'd been walking forever. She was irritated and it was time to let everyone know. "Dr. Stein! Dr. Stein! Dr. Stein!...are we there yet?"
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~Algernon Whittaker
Alge and Hero both took seats near the front of the classroom. It looked like everyone else that had been called had showed up, now they just had to wait for Lord Death or whoever he chose to sent to the classroom to arrive and tell them what this was all about. Hero hoped it wasn't another mission, they just got back from one and he could really go for some Chinese food, not another run around with nasty swamp monsters.
Alge and Hero both took seats near the front of the classroom. It looked like everyone else that had been called had showed up, now they just had to wait for Lord Death or whoever he chose to sent to the classroom to arrive and tell them what this was all about. Hero hoped it wasn't another mission, they just got back from one and he could really go for some Chinese food, not another run around with nasty swamp monsters.
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Shara the Shadow Mother.
Had returned to her quarters changing into a dress that wasn't as revealing as her choice of clothing as a witch. She descended to the dinning room taking a seat at the left side of the head of the table... while she was more powerful then Ravel Aro always found the witch who seemed to reflect his own qualities and ambitions a better second then Shara or maybe it was simply the fact that Ravel was gifted as an anti-death. She awaited Death the Kidd to take a seat in Ravel's seat so the table would appease his needs as being symmetrical. She sat quietly her own plate having similar spread as Kidds though she really had no intention of eating to much of it... merely to make things less awkward.
Had returned to her quarters changing into a dress that wasn't as revealing as her choice of clothing as a witch. She descended to the dinning room taking a seat at the left side of the head of the table... while she was more powerful then Ravel Aro always found the witch who seemed to reflect his own qualities and ambitions a better second then Shara or maybe it was simply the fact that Ravel was gifted as an anti-death. She awaited Death the Kidd to take a seat in Ravel's seat so the table would appease his needs as being symmetrical. She sat quietly her own plate having similar spread as Kidds though she really had no intention of eating to much of it... merely to make things less awkward.
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"I don't understand...why would we help Jorma Yole...isn't she a Kishin? Doesn't she feed on human souls? Isn't that exactly what Lord Death and the DWMA stands against?!" Alessandro argued confused. "Someone answer me? I refuse to do anything until I get some answers. I don't care if I'm just a student. I deserve to know."
Alisa had to admit, Alessandro made a good point. Why was protecting a Kishin part of their objective? It was very...fishy. Sudden;y she felt a pounding sensation vibrating through the ground. Her stomach dropped and she sudden;y felt ill as if she had food poisoning. Then she could see it two luminescent orbs swirling with dark energy travelling upwards from underground. "They're coming..."
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"Impressive work, Ms. Yole." Aro said with a smile at Jorma's fighting capability as his massive beastial form melted away leaving him in his original form. He walked over to the large tablets and plucked the medallion from where it was then dropping it into his pocket. "Now, shall we depart?" He smiled devilishly tanking up Jorma's hand. "We have visitors waiting for us." Just like before they transformed into black liquid and instead of falling deeper into the ground the black ooze rise up being absorbed into the ceiling, higher and higher.
Alisa had to admit, Alessandro made a good point. Why was protecting a Kishin part of their objective? It was very...fishy. Sudden;y she felt a pounding sensation vibrating through the ground. Her stomach dropped and she sudden;y felt ill as if she had food poisoning. Then she could see it two luminescent orbs swirling with dark energy travelling upwards from underground. "They're coming..."
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"Impressive work, Ms. Yole." Aro said with a smile at Jorma's fighting capability as his massive beastial form melted away leaving him in his original form. He walked over to the large tablets and plucked the medallion from where it was then dropping it into his pocket. "Now, shall we depart?" He smiled devilishly tanking up Jorma's hand. "We have visitors waiting for us." Just like before they transformed into black liquid and instead of falling deeper into the ground the black ooze rise up being absorbed into the ceiling, higher and higher.
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- Baltor Orthos, The Undercover DeathScythe
"Jorma, get away from him, he's dangerous, more dangerous then you'll ever know!" Baltor shouted. "What are you talking about, he's a very kind gentleman?" jorma responded grabbing onto Aro's hand. "He's the Kishin, Aro Von Friedhof, better known as Archduke Von Friedhof of Laviatria. He's from my home country. he's the reason I went to the D.W.M.A."
"Jorma, get away from him, he's dangerous, more dangerous then you'll ever know!" Baltor shouted. "What are you talking about, he's a very kind gentleman?" jorma responded grabbing onto Aro's hand. "He's the Kishin, Aro Von Friedhof, better known as Archduke Von Friedhof of Laviatria. He's from my home country. he's the reason I went to the D.W.M.A."
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- Calyx Mason
"Alisa, can you hear me, Alisa?" Allesandro shouted. "Step back," Holo said as she knelt down, "Hold her steady, i have to make sure she doesn't swallow her tongue." "What did you do to her?" Calyx shouted with two gleaming swords. "I simply activated a little experiment, excuse me my dear boy, but do I know the two of you?" he politely asked Calyx and Holo. "No, you don't!" Holo shouted in her false form.
"Alisa, can you hear me, Alisa?" Allesandro shouted. "Step back," Holo said as she knelt down, "Hold her steady, i have to make sure she doesn't swallow her tongue." "What did you do to her?" Calyx shouted with two gleaming swords. "I simply activated a little experiment, excuse me my dear boy, but do I know the two of you?" he politely asked Calyx and Holo. "No, you don't!" Holo shouted in her false form.