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Raisa A. Gremory

"You probably won't even remember noticing me."

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a character in “The Survival Kit Academy”, as played by Feyblue

Description

Raisa Argo Gremory





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"Please, just call me Argo... Miss Gremory is too formal, and Raisa is... a bit awkward. So, if you don't mind, I think I'd probably be most comfortable going by my middle name. Of course, if that's a problem for you to remember, I guess Raisa would be alright..."




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Theme Song(s)
Sprinter (Piano Ver.) | Kalafina
Sprinter (Vocals Ver.) | Kalafina (Lyrics Here)
M24 | Yuki Kajiura

Name
Raisa Argo Gremory. Although she's descended from the Argo clan, she bears the last name of her father, an outsider. Nevertheless, due to clan customs, she was given the clan's name as well. The reason she prefers to be called by that name is probably because of her desire to prove herself worthy of it, and earn the praise of her elders.

Nickname
Argo.

Age
15

Gender
Female

Demon | Mage
Mage

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Nationality
American

Group | Teammates
Group 2 | TBA

Face Claim
Misaki Mei from Another





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Height | Weight
5'3 | 103 lbs.

Hair Colour
Black

Eye Colour
Her right eye is crimson red, while her left eye, usually covered by an eyepatch, is emerald green.

Physical Description
Short, thin, and pale, Raisa has the appearance of a girl who's lived most of her life indoors, perhaps not under the best conditions. Her eyes - or, more usually, eye, as her left is almost always covered beneath a white patch - seem to dart away from the gaze of anyone who looks upon her, as though uncomfortable with the idea of making eye contact. This evasive demeanor, combined with her small size and seemingly fragile appearance - she's almost unhealthily slim, with comparatively little physical development, especially in her limbs, which seem doll-like and delicate - perhaps make her seem even younger than she really is, no matter how much this clashes with her rather mature, cold, and composed attitude when she does actually speak up and interact with others.

A paradox of sorts, she seems shy and aloof, yet towards those who know her better, she tries to be a sort of big sister despite her young age, acting calm and never involving others in her troubles by complaining or asking for help, listening to their worries and assuaging them, and generally doing her best to help and protect them. This sort of two-sided attitude carries over into her appearance, with short, boyish hair and pale, pursed lips, yet a rather feminine, round, and soft face with a small nose, dull jawline, high cheekbones, and a small forehead perpetually covered by her bangs.

Her usual clothing isn't particularly distinctive, consisting of a white silken blouse tied with a crimson ribbon, over which she wears a heavier black blazer, accompanied by a matching blue-gray skirt and knee-high black stockings, with slip-on brown leather shoes to complete her ensemble. However, although it's perhaps not as iconic as the attire worn by some of her fellow students - not to mention the headmistress - it's practical and easy to move in, and doesn't draw much attention to her - just the way she likes things.





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"While my combat abilities may be somewhat lacking, I'll do my best to support you and keep you out of danger. After all, I can hardly call myself a captain if I don't do my part, too..."




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Personality
Socially Awkward | Aloof | Undyingly Loyal | Calm, thoughtful, and generally very perceptive | Driven to prove herself, not burden others, and do her part.

Likes
Sweets. | Cute things, especially dogs, although she tries to hide this as to act "tough." | Being trusted, praised, or otherwise relied on. | Both hard rock and softer, more classical music - which she often listens to in a pair of earbuds she carries with her almost everywhere. She also likes singing a great deal, but this is another thing she tries to hide from others. | Being by herself when she feels conflicted, confused, or uncertain.

Dislikes
Being lonely. | Being insulted, belittled, or mocked, which hits especially close to home for her. | Losing or otherwise failing. | Sour foods. | Talking to people she doesn't know, as she's not exactly very good at it.

Habits
Avoiding eye contact, especially when her eyepatch is off. | Fidgeting with her longest, most prominent lock of hair when she's uneasy. | Long walks by herself, especially when there's something weighing on her mind and during the night.

Flaws
Lacks powerful offensive abilities, or control over the many supportive abilities she has. | Tries to keep all of her problems to herself, and feels that solving them is solely her responsibility, which weighs on her heavily. | Has something of an attachment issue, and will often justify any less than savory behavior of somebody she cares about simply because she depends on them so much, and wouldn't know what to do if they betrayed her, making her something of a doormat.

Abilities | Powers
All three of Raisa's powers stem from a single source: taking her magical energy and imbuing it into her body or objects in contact with it to achieve a multitude of different effects. For the most part, this simply entails increasing her own speed, strength and resilience, or the durability of something she's holding. However, due to her inexperience, this reinforcement ability is very difficult to utilize effectively without a catalyst, as without a well to draw in her power and focus it, requiring her to use either an artifact of sorts, or her family's ancestral powers in order to achieve the best possible effects. But, even with these aids to help her focus her abilities, it's difficult for her to actually manage the effects themselves due to her inexperience and lack of control, making it difficult to "turn off" her powers so to speak.

The first of these catalysts is the only one external to her body: a long, two-sided knife with an enchanted ruby in its pommel. Its purpose is to remain close to her body - hence why she carries it in a sheathe sewn into the inside of her skirt - and draw out the excess energy she can't control, then store it inside the ruby. Thus, when she wants to use her powers, she has an emergency reserve of power to draw upon. The enchantments on the knife also allow it to use the energy she's placed in it to repair itself, sharpen its blade, and generally increase its effectiveness as a weapon as well as as a means of power storage. The knife's enchantment also gives it one other use - converting physical matter under the effects of her powers into raw energy, and back again. So, given a means of targeting a precise area of space, she can convert her body and the things in contact with it into energy, and teleport them. Naturally, this takes a great deal of power, and usually only works over short distances due to the requirement of precisely targeting a given place, which would normally limit things to line-of-sight. Alternatively, she can use this ability to detonate objects she has reinforced, allowing her to utilize bits of the scenery or small thrown objects as makeshift explosives by touching the knife to them - although simply stabbing things is usually more efficient.

The second and third catalysts are actually parts of her own body - magical eyes inherited by those of her bloodline. By empowering her eyes, she can thus achieve two more different effects. Her crimson right eye has the power of changing the appearances of things with a great deal of her power in them. Of course, this requires so much of her energy as to only be usable on her own body, as well as perhaps her clothing and her dagger - although even these would probably be difficult to alter, since they are made more of physical matter than they are of her power. This ability also only changes how things are perceived - not what they actually are. And, due to the incredible amount of control required to maintain any given appearance, this is also an ability that she's terrible at using intentionally. Generally, due to her overflowing and uncontrolled power, it's almost always active on some level, and simply changes how she's perceived in accordance with her wishes. Given her aloof attitude and her awkwardness when it comes to social situations, this usually just means that it's very difficult for people to actually notice her, as though she's invisible and inaudible until she actually speaks up or deliberately tries to get someone's attention. Even then, she sometimes isn't noticed, leading her to be forced to isolation by her own abilities. She's terrified that one day she'll disappear completely, but like so many other fears, she keeps this bottled up inside.

Her final catalyst is her left eye, within which is, perhaps, her most formidable ability. It possesses the conceptual power, when strengthened by her energy, to "see through" things. Normally this just entails seeing through objects, like the eyepatch that covers it. However, given enough control and focus, she could potentially see through time as well as space, allowing her to perceive both the future and the past, through lies, allowing her to tell when someone isn't telling the truth, or through mysteries, allowing her to understand things just by looking at them. Of course, this is a very big "if," as control and focus are exactly the things she doesn't have, making it unlikely that she'd attain this level of power for a long, long time - perhaps never. Given that she can't actually turn its ability off, she thus covers her eye with the eyepatch, so that the only thing she sees through is that, rather than, say, the walls, floor, and ceiling, or through people's skin and into their internal organs. However, even with her immense lack of control, she still has one major use for this ability: seeing through space to locate a position she wants to use her dagger's enchantment to teleport to, allowing her to bypass the need for line-of-sight vision. However, once again due to her lack of control, this costs a great deal of power, and she may miss her target by quite some ways regardless due to her magic sight's instability.

In summary, although she has a vast amount of potential for such a simple power, her lack of focus and confidence leads her to be unable to use anything but its most basic applications reliably. Fortunately, she's remarkably skilled with her knife for such a young girl, which at least gives her the necessary power to defend herself in a pinch. In any case, though, in a team situation, she'd be infinitely more likely to be the one making the plans than the one carrying them out.





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"I'm fine. Everything's fine. Right... there's nothing wrong at all...

...Pathetic, isn't it? I can't even smile without using my eye to fake it..."





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Romantic Interest
TBA

Character Opinions
Rabesach Vanafrea - Raisa isn't entirely sure what to think of this particular demon. Although his childish attitude makes him seem easy to understand, the sadistic demeanor and callous disregard for other people he displays is more than enough to put Raisa on edge. Although she feels like she shouldn't hesitate to interact with her own teammate, and that the distance between them is more her fault than his, she's a little bit wary of him, especially given what his powers can do, and his proclivity for exactly the sorts of violence that bring back the most unwelcome of Raisa's memories.

Makoto no Qilin - Raisa wants to like Makoto. He seems like a nice enough person - if a bit reckless and wild - and although he has his issues, Raisa feels like she could help him. Their powers are easily compatible, making them a natural team, and she likes to think that maybe she could keep him from getting too far out of hand. However, given his attitude towards her as of their meeting, she gets the feeling that he's singled her out for some reason, and is shunning her. She's not sure what she did wrong, but she desperately wants to change his opinion of her and make amends for whatever offense she committed to so anger him.

History
An only child to a long and renowned line of mages, Raisa's childhood swiftly fell apart when her father, who had married into the Argo clan, had a major disagreement with the heads of house and with his wife, renounced his part in the family, and left suddenly, without ever even saying goodbye to the six year old Raisa. Since it was thus quite unlikely that another heir to the family would be born, all of the clan's expectations turned to Raisa to continue the proud family line of powerful mages. From a young age, she was constantly pressured to improve. But, from birth, she hadn't shown any signs of awakening the magical eyes that ran in the Argo family's blood, and which were essential to properly use the family's reinforcement and perception magic. Her mother was ostracized, the responsibility of turning her seemingly incompetent daughter into a respectable heiress placed entirely on her shoulders. This stress, and her grief at being abandoned by the man she loved, ultimately broke her. Although she cared greatly for her daughter, she began to grow unhinged, scolding, insulting and punishing the girl for her apparent inability to use the family's magic.

Raisa was an innocent girl who loved her mother dearly, and wanted only to please her. She thus couldn't understand when her mother struck her, or cried that she was a failure and a shame to the bloodline. She desperately wanted her mother to be proud of her, and rationalized her regular punishments as her fault, absolving her mother of all guilt and trying to maintain her mental image of a kind, caring parent. She tried her best to hide her injuries as her mother grew more and more abusive in her desperation, and always wore a smile wherever she went, even though she felt like crying inside. But finally, she could take it no longer. It had become clear, even to her young mind, that she would never be able to make her mother proud of her. And so, she made her first selfish wish.

If she couldn't become the heiress her mother wanted, she wished that she could just disappear and cease troubling the parent she remained unflinchingly loyal to.

But this, alone, was still not enough to awaken her eyes - and so her mother, mad with despair, at last took desperate measures. Committing suicide in a final, desperate ritual, she transferred her blood to her daughter, replacing the girl's left eye with her own and forcing her right eye to awaken. In agonizing pain, Raisa thus awakened from her torment to find the mother she had loved dead, and herself in possession of both her mother's power to "see through" objects, and a power actualized by her own wish: the power to change how she was perceived, and thus, to finally disappear. And so, hiding herself from everyone, she ran away, feeling that she was responsible for her mother's death, that she was a monster who would forever bear her mother's green eye as a reminder of the sin of her existence.

Nevertheless, much as she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to simply kill herself as her mother had. After all, if she did that, her parent's death would be in vain. And so, she sought to fulfill her mother's last wishes, no matter what might come of it. Coming to the Survival Kit Academy on her own, she enrolled in the hopes that she could at last learn to control the powers that so terrified her, and perhaps become a person her mother would have been proud of. But with her confidence crushed by years of abuse, and by the trauma of her mother's death, that task seemed impossible to perform on her own...

Other
She strongly dislikes using her left eye's powers, as using it brings back the repressed trauma of her mother's death. Just looking at it in a mirror is enough to send her into fits of revulsion. Using it is infinitely worse on her fragile psyche - hence why she avoids it whenever possible.

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So begins...

Raisa A. Gremory's Story

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✮ Iris Blackwrath ✮





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The morning was slowly passing as the first day of the new year at The Survival Kit Academy was just beginning. Most students were already making their way to their classes and once again, like every year, there was a new batch of mages and demons just waiting to be dealt with. This task always fell onto one person especially to handle.

There stood a particular woman with hair that seemed to embody the essence of fire, with her body tilted ever-so-slightly at an angle before her hips swayed casually to her own personal rhythm. A look of both keenness and daring curiosity bore knowingly upon her curved face, a frightening smirk laying evident on her lips as her pinky orbs gazed intriguingly over the many heads that were grouped before her. Well, what a crowd we got this year.

Within the classroom there was a desk sat in front of her, the woman tapped repeatedly against the hard surface as her eyes exchanged glances between a piece of paper that was held firmly in her hand and the youthful heads that bobbed about in front of her. "Looks like we got everyone -- what luck. Things be already looking up for us." She spoke softly yet boldly with a nod of her head. Confidence radiating from her ever word. And yet, despite the outwardly impression she presumably gave Iris was no fool. She knew that the vast majority of juvenile stares was anything but thrilled to be within her presence, those feeling that way were most likely the demons, she assumed.

"Alrighty. Listen up closely boys and girls, as today is the first chance you get to work in your groups. Even though today is your first ever day here and all, I find that throwing students into the deep end is always guaranteed to produce some… interesting results. With that said, you will be designated teachers to supervise your group, ok?"

Then she remembered, "Oh. The last remainder of your belongings have been sent to your dorms directly."

Pursing her lips together in a momentarily brief thought the young woman glanced towards one of the few windows within the classroom, her ponytail swishing sharply, as her head tilted to the side. "Your teachers will be waiting outside at the academy‘s entrance for you, please make your way directly to them. You all know who your teacher is and what groups your in, though if in doubt just check the papers you were given prior to this induction. They will inform you of your teammates, teacher, and everything else." Slowly refocusing her attention onto the students she continued, ”And by the looks of it lucky group five has me as their supervising teacher -- what fun.”

Moving away from the desk the fiery haired female took a few steps closer towards the rows of students, before raising a hand and pointing the tip of her finger in the direction towards the door. ”I assume you all know how to get to the entrance, right? Now, this will be your first group exercise, so don't blow it -- just yet. You have a whole year to go. Catch you later!” With that the red head skipped over to the door and pushed it open wide, allowing herself to exist first before continuing on and making her way towards the entrance of the academy to meet the teachers.




✮ Baron Weatherbee ✮





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Baron stood with a rather absentminded gaze filling her reddish orbs. She had been waiting idly at the academy’s entrance beside her fellow teachers; Mr. Kurayami, Miss. Bombardier and Mr. Alignak. The headmistress had specifically asked each of them to be at the entrance to greet their groups before watching over those students under their particular care. Such a thought made the short girl a tad bit nervous.

”I wander what kind of students I will be tasked with.” The young girl spoke with a curious tone, asking no one in particular except perhaps herself. It was open knowledge that the girl hadn’t been at the academy long, if anything, she was the rookie teacher who felt she had to prove herself a little.

Glancing upwards, the pale blonde looked to the clear sky that hung above her. She watched the clouds floating along before witnessing some birds soar overhead. I hope I get along with my students like birds get along with each other. They stick together. Will my students feel the same? Directing her eyes to the ground for a moment, the girl let out a tired sigh, before eying up her colleagues. To her, they seemed much more experienced.

Could she match them? Equal them? She was still young though eager to better herself.

Of course, just as her time at the academy was knowingly short, a bit like herself, her demon and mage in-heritage was also freely known to much of the students and staff. Baron was always getting questioned on her past, why she was a mix-bred, what her intentions are towards mages and demons, and lord knows what-else. She doesn't mind the hoards of questions so long as they are in good taste -- not everyone is as accepting, but that is a small majority.

Raising an arm halfway she glanced at her watch before turning to the other teachers. ”The induction will be finishing soon and the students should be making their way to us. The headmistress said she would inform us of what exactly the exercise entails once everyone is here. Everyone remember their groups?”




A short while later the headmistress in question arrived and greeted her staff. As a sign of innocent affectation she ruffled the small girls hair just a little, causing Baron to huff and fiddle with her blonde tangles, whilst Iris began to address the teachers and fill them in on what the group exercise would exactly be. "Righty-o! Ladies and gents. You know I thought long and hard over this, and I figured a group exercise of this nature was right up the students alley. We need to know what their made of, who's really in need of help and who's going to be a handful -- you get the idea." She began, moving her hands to her hips before continuing, and taking a deep breath beforehand.

"With permission from the locals I have set up five loose doppelgängers in the town nearby, with each team expected to handle one between them. You, teachers, will watch over them and see how they handle it. The groups must form a strategy and plan to win. If it seems unlikely they can defeat the creature I expect you to deal with it."

Taking a step back the red head stood and waited for the arrival of the students. She could hardly wait, the joy of informing their little minds of the fun she had planned for them. "Let the fun begin."

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✮ Raisa A. Gremory ✮





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Raisa sighed quietly to herself, her red eye gazing blearily up at the scattered clouds spread around the edges of an otherwise clear blue sky as its counterpart followed suit, unseen beneath the medical patch that kept it from overusing its powers, although it could see just as well. Out of habit, the dark-haired girl reached up, fidgeting with the patch just to tell her brain it was still there despite the fact that her uninhibited range of vision told her it wasn't.

A flash of red suddenly covered her vision, and before she knew it, she was looking at the inside of her own hand. She gasped quietly in surprise, hastily drawing her palm back and covering her mouth with it to stifle the sounds of what otherwise might have been a cry of fright. Her otherwise impassive expression twisted into a grimace of resigned irritation. This sort of thing was happening all too frequently, even with the measures she'd employed to try and prevent it.

Taking a moment to catch her breath before resuming her walk to the main school building, she found herself gazing once more up at the sky, the sun that had only recently finished cresting the horizon shining across it and painting it in a fading shade of gold. The weather was fine, she supposed, as the end of the summer brought with it cooler temperatures and a gentle breeze sweeping across the town, the clouds scattering on this faint wind and slowly floating off to wherever. It was the sort of calm, lazy weather that silently closed your eyes and coaxed you to sleep.

Unfortunately, the girl's mood was anything but calm. Although she wore her usual placid expression, she couldn't help but wonder what the day - and by extension, the rest of the entire year - would hold for her. What would her group be like? Would she be able to work well with them, complete the tasks assigned them, and perform without issues? Would she be able to fill her role as leader?

...She didn't know. But the little voice that spoke from inside her warned her of overconfidence, saying "If you're not careful, you'll fail, and bring down your team in the process." Raisa, worried enough as it was, took these words to heart, fidgeting uncomfortably with her hair and the strap of her eyepatch as she walked, her bag tapping against her leg as she grew progressively more and more uneasy. By the time she'd entered the school, she was already beginning to question her purpose there, and her ability to perform up to the standards that were expected of her. By the time she'd made her way to the classroom assigned her - double, triple, and quadruple checking her notes just to be absolutely sure that it was the right one - she felt like her stomach had puffed up like a balloon, and might pop at any second. She swiftly located her desk - situated near the back, in the right corner, closest to the window - and seated herself, placing her bag on top of it as she waited for the teacher to arrive, still nursing the nausea she felt, and the worries that had caused it.

It didn't take long for the teacher - the headmistress, in fact - to arrive, introduce herself, and begin summarizing what they'd be doing. Raisa raised an eyebrow at her rather... unorthodox appearance. She'd never heard of a teacher - even one of magic - wearing something so provocative, and her two-toned hair wasn't exactly "normal" either. But, aside from the fact that her carefree personality hadn't been what Raisa was expecting, most everything else seemed to be going roughly as she'd anticipated. Groups would be established immediately, and there would be some sort of exercise right off the bat to determine the aptitude of the various students. Each group would receive an instructor to serve as an adviser, and they'd just have to prove themselves from there. However, one thing the headmistress said as she left struck Raisa particularly pointedly.

"Now, this will be your first group exercise, so don't blow it -- just yet. You have a whole year to go."

The young mage winced slightly, feeling as though she'd been through completely. So, the headmistress wasn't going to tolerate failure, huh? Somehow, that failed to improve the feeling in her stomach at all. Dismissing them with a casual farewell, the woman left the room just as quickly as she'd entered it, leaving the students to find their own groups and then make their way down to the entrance to begin the exercise. Raisa supposed she should probably look for her group members, since they certainly wouldn't find her. Nobody had even looked at her all morning thanks to her crimson eye's powers, and if left to their own devices, they'd probably end up passing right by her half a dozen times before they actually were able to perceive her. Standing up, she opened her bag, rifling through it until she found what she was looking for - a paper listing the names of her group members, with small pictures to accompany them so as to help her identify them. For a moment, she worried that she might not be able to recognize them from just a photo.

...But that was for just a moment. It was, after all, rather difficult to mistake the shaggy man in the red hoodie sitting a few rows in front of her for anyone but the shaggy man in the red hoodie in her picture.

One down, one to go, She thought, making her way out into the aisle between her desk and the next and beginning to search for her somewhat more conspicuous second teammate.

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Makoto slammed his foot down on the ground as he glared up at the large building that stood in front of him. “The Academy”, or so it was called by most, incited an annoyance in Makoto that he could not push down. His tail flicked from left to right as waves of heat boiled off of Makoto, his mouth pulled down into a firm frown. “Why do I’ve ta go here?” He exclaimed, flinging his hands out of his pockets as he pointed towards the school, his head turned towards his exasperated mother whom stood right beside him. With a swish of her hand, his mother grabbed Makoto’s tail in her hand and shoved it down his pants, a stern look on his face. “You know why you’re here, Makoto, and you will learn to keep an eye on your powers and not wreck havoc everywhere you go. Understand?” Checking her watch, she let out a “tsk” as she glanced back at her son with stern eyes then back down at her watch. “You be good or I will come here to punish you if I have to.” Makoto made faces at her as she gave him another stern look and a slap on his head, pushing her away before she finally turned to leave, long coat rushing behind her before she turned into her Qilin form and flew into the sky. At last, Makoto was alone.
Slouching his back once again, Makoto shoved his hands back into his pockets as he once again started to glare at the large campus that stood in front of him. “Eh.” Suddenly, Makoto shrugged and allowed a large smile to crack along his face, his eyes widening with optimism and expectation as he took his first step into campus, his tail out in the air and wagging once again. “No one ain’t goin’ ta right me!” He hollered at the top of his lungs, laughter bouncing out as he rushed up through the grounds and into the filling classroom, grinning wide as he chose a seat and sat down. As the ceremony had started, as the lights had dimmed down to shower the podium, as the first teacher had walked up to talk, Makoto had immediately fallen asleep, a long line of drool leaving his mouth as his head nodded back and forth.
It was definitely a good start to the school year.


“Catch you later!” Makoto snorted awake as the headmistress bounded off the podium, blinking his eyes at the blank, white surface of the ceiling. Huh? Stretching, Makoto let out a long yawn as he smacked his lips together, a lazy complacency in his eyes as he looked left and right at the students whom stood up and hurried away, each trying to find their “team mates”. But Makoto had other plans. Sticking his butt to his chair, Makoto raised his pinky and picked at a gap between his teeth- it felt like something was in there- and let out a sigh, crossing his legs together as he allowed his tail to swish back and forth behind him. To hell with making new friends. He thought, pulling out his pinky to look at it before reaching into his mouth again. To hell with learning how to “reign in my powers”. He pulled a face at the person’s back in front of him as if the person had personally wronged him before returning back to normal again.
But guilt started to build as the area started to grow more and more empty, causing Makoto to at first take his finger out of his mouth- and then start shifting uncomfortably in his chair as he peeked left and right (with his tail swiveling in unison). Watching as everyone left the classroom, Makoto coughed and looked down at the pamphlet in front of him that he had never opened before looking around at the other groups of students again.
“Oi!” He hissed before getting up and tip-toeing to a certain boy with a hoodie covering his face. “Ya know what’re we suppose’ to do?” Makoto asked, raising a hand up to his face as he whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “I kinda fell asleep earlier, can ya help me out?” Laughing slightly, Makoto looked down at the guy’s hands and had a double take, his mouth falling open into an “o” as he stared at the long metal claws. “Ya got some fancy gloves, don’cha?” Marveling at the gloves, Makoto leapt over the chair that blocked him from the man and crouched on the seat, eyes lit up with enthusiasm as he pointed down at the long claws. His tail wagging behind him, Makoto grinned wide as he reached a hand forward, thinking that the other weird guy would probably shake it in return.

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How anticlimactic. After a long car ride, the demon had started to feel... curious... as to what the Survival Kit Academy would look like. In his mind, a dark and frightening place, the school had taken the form of some sort of old-fashioned prison, where spiraling stone staircases and metallic chandeliers awaited him. However, as he stepped onto its soil, he realized that it looked merely like any other school might, and he quickly went back to his state of annoyance.

Why did he have to be here? If he didn't have special powers, he'd be in a detention center for all of the small crimes he'd committed over the years. Not some crappy school. He looked to his escorts, two men who had been assigned to making sure the demon got there. They looked ever so happy to be getting rid of him, and even Abe could tell that. "Well, it’s been fun, boys," he said, shooting a grin at them before he took off toward the building, dragging himself as he went along. His hand drifted to his red hood, which had been hanging down over his back, pulling it over his head. He had to be careful as to not slice himself when doing so, as upon his hands were the metallic claws he used for weapons. It would have made sense for them to have been taken from him eons ago, but most people he met would change their mind after, ah, a simple pat on the back. For some reason, they didn't seem to understand why letting the demon carry around weapons would be a bad idea. And, if anyone questioned him, he was sure that they would come to the same conclusion.

But, liking his claws didn't mean that they were easy to have with him in a public setting. The hallways had been more crowded than Rabesach had expected, and he had to keep his arms raised slightly so that he didn't skewer anyone. Not to put the act past him, as he would probably deem it good fun, but it would certainly not get him any brownie points, nor would it get him out of there any faster. He'd have to use quite a bit of self-control, which was something that he didn't seem to have.

Following the crowd, finding his classroom was easier than expected. He hadn't even opened the newbie pamphlet that he'd been given, which was crumpled up in his pocket, so he had no idea what to be looking for. However, when he noticed a majority of people pour into a room, he followed, his gut telling him that he had to be headed the right way. As soon as he entered, he slid into an open seat and peeled off his claws, setting them under his chair. Not even a moment after he had sat down, a rather bright woman entered. Rabesach didn't give her much thought, figuring that she was the headmistress as soon as she began to address the crowd of new students. He listened only half-heartedly, as he became occupied with his hoodie strings. He caught the important details. Blah, blah, blah, group activities. Go make friends, do your best, don't mess up. Rabesach's curiosity awoken inside of him. What kind of group activity were they talking about? Would they be.... fighting? Oooh, what fun! He quickly strapped his gloves to his hands, eager to get going.

However, when they were dismissed, he didn't zoom out of his chair in the direction of possible gore. Instead, he pulled out the packet he had been given, tearing it open. If he had to meet up with his group, it would help to know what they looked like. Prying around his guide, he quickly took note of the pictures he'd been give of his group-mates and leading teacher. Their teacher in charge was a demon (Score!) with rather long, white hair. Their mage had an eye patch (Very... intriguing...), and the other demon...

"Oi!" came a call, interrupting Abe's thoughts. “Ya know what’re we suppose’ to do? I kinda fell asleep earlier, can ya help me out?” No way. Had it really been that easy to find his group member? He slowly lifted up the picture of his fellow demon, comparing it to the kid that stood before him. Yep. This was the guy, country bumpkin and all. And the kid seemed to take a large interest in Rabesach's claws.

And, did he really want to shake hands? Abe wasn't sure that he could avoid stabbing him unless he pulled off his gloves, which he wasn't willing to do just for a mere friendly gesture. "Can't blame you. You didn't miss anything exciting. We're supposed to head out for a group activity, which I'm hoping won't just be trust falls. But, hey, you're in luck. You've already found one," he said, shooting the kid a cheesy grin.

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Fortunately for the pale, dark-haired magus, finding her teammates swiftly proved much simpler than she'd thought. The students, evidently all anxious or resentful, cleared out as soon as the opportunity presented itself, leaving only a few in the room searching for their groups. For a moment Raisa feared that her second teammate might have left with this veritable flood of magicians and demons, but it soon became clear that this was not the case, as a form that had been obscured by the students around it swiftly became visible, rising up from its desk and shaking itself off as though trying to force away the unwelcome clutches of sleep. Well, "unwelcome" might have been an errant assumption on her part, as the figure swiftly turned to the hooded boy and whispered in a carefree, thickly-accented voice.

“Ya know what’re we suppose’ to do? I kinda fell asleep earlier, can ya help me out?” He certainly didn't sound like his little nap had been unintentional, although at least he had the good sense about him to keep that fact private. Or to try to. Evidently, he hadn't realized that she was standing just a foot behind him. Few people did, though, until she spoke up - sometimes not even then.

"Can't blame you. You didn't miss anything exciting. We're supposed to head out for a group activity, which I'm hoping won't just be trust falls. But, hey, you're in luck. You've already found one," Replied the hooded boy cheerfully. Given his attitude, she would have pegged him as the same carefree, friendly sort as the sleepyhead boy to whom he spoke, if it weren't for the fact that he appeared to be wearing claws somewhere between "Wolverine" and "Freddy Krueger" in design, while he seemed to be lacking in the shirt department, revealing a rather prominent black tattoo on his chest. She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. Young Demons and Human delinquents had a lot in common, from what she'd read in preparation for coming to the academy.

"Actually, you've found both of them," Spoke up Raisa, stepping around the black-haired boy, hoping that the sudden motion, combined with her voice, would be enough to overcome her red eye's influence and allow the two to notice her. "I'm Raisa Gremory... but I'd prefer if you'd just call me Argo," She introduced, stumbling over how exactly she should deal with this. She'd been planning on a polite self-introduction, as she'd been taught in the formal environment of her clan's home. However, seeing the demeanor of her two partners-to-be, she changed her mind at the last second, feeling that being too uptight in her first impression would only serve to alienate them. Thus changing her tone at the last second, she spoke much more casually, her rougher, simpler words a front to hide her growing unease with her new role. "My magic deals with perception and reinforcement. I guess this means we'll be working together," She shrugged, glancing between them with her single crimson eye. "You two must be Makoto no Qilin and... Rabesach Vanafrea?" She asked, faltering slightly over the unusual name of the hooded boy. It sounded almost like she was reading it off a sheet of paper as she spoke, but of course, that couldn't have been the case, since she was clearly looking at the both of them.

...In reality, Raisa slipped the paper back into her pocket, thankful that her crimson eye's ability to change how she was perceived had hidden that little self check from them, and was also concealing the rather nervous expression on her face as she fidgeted with her hair, replacing it with the impassive, calm, and cool expression that people around her always saw on her seemingly unflappable countenance. It didn't quite make up for the trouble suddenly becoming unnoticeable caused, but at the very least there was an upside to her powers, if a mundane one.

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Makoto looke down at the hand he was offering and then back at the other demon, pouting slightly when the cool looking man didn’t offer his hand. "Can't blame you. You didn't miss anything exciting. We're supposed to head out for a group activity, which I'm hoping won't just be trust falls. But, hey, you're in luck. You've already found one.” Makoto’s earlier disapproval immediately vaporized in the air as the man actually spoke- but his words were only met with a blank look as Makoto scratched his head. “Found one?” He asked, looking down at his feet that stood on the chair before looking back up at the guy he still didn’t know. The packet he clutched in his hand was all but sealed as Makoto had never taken the time to actually flip through the important sheets of paper. He didn’t even know where his room was, for heaven’s sake! But Makoto really didn’t mind- he would find it later when he put his mind to it. “Foun’ wha-?” A female voice cut through Makoto’s question. His eyes widened as Makoto turned around immediately, a quizzical look on his face as the girl spoke.

"Actually, you've found both of them. I'm Raisa Gremory... but I'd prefer if you'd just call me Argo. My magic deals with perception and reinforcement. I guess this means we'll be working together.” This mentioning of magic caused Makoto’s brow to furrow as he glared at the girl. Something was off with her scent, anyways- she didn’t smell too demon-like. As she guessed at their names, Makoto leaned in and took a few sniffs, holding up her hair as if they were dirty rags as he breathed in deep near her neck. Mage. Letting the piece of hair go with a vehement look, Makoto back flipped in the air to land on the chair on the other side of Rabesad, or whatever his name was. “Why d’ya know ma name, Mage?” He demanded, glaring at her from behind Rabesach as he hid behind the larger man, tail twitching erratically from side to side. “Go away, shoo, shoo.” Making motions with his hands, Makoto tried to make the mage go away. He had no compassion whatsoever for the person whom had been ordered to “take control” of him. No one was going to take control of one of the best specimen- sort of- of Qilin on earth. “Eh, whatever.”

Flames hissed from his feet as Makoto stood up on the chair, glaring down at the Mage with his fangs bared. “Don’t even think ‘bout controllin’ me, lady.” Flipping the bird at Raisa- was that even her name- Makoto quickly dashed across the chair seats and out of the room, flames subsiding the moment he was in the corridor. But as he ran in the direction he saw other students walking in, a guilt washed through Makoto as he immediately regretted his actions. Ma wouldn’t be pleased. He thought with a grimace as Makoto rushed down the stairs, sliding down on the railings on his feet. ’s not like she controls my life! Arguing with himself, Makoto landed squarely on his feet on the ground floor, his hand grabbing his sheathed sword before twirling it around his body, lost in thought as he once again forgot that he actually had something to do. Go back n’ apologize? He shook his head, not noticing the flames that formed around his feet, scorching the marble floor under his feet. No! I didn’t do anything wrong! A snarl ripped through his throat as Makoto continued along, ignoring the stares that he got for leaving behind flaming footprints from where he stepped on. Any-Anyways I’ll have to meet her later…right? This packet… Spying that everyone else had opened theirs, Makoto immediately extinguished his flames as he rushed into a classroom and ripped open the packet, quickly allowing the papers to slide out onto the desk in front of him.

There they were. R-Raisa A. Gremory. He read, looking at the profile of the mage whom was supposed to be in charge of him. His gut instincts were right. Picking the page up, he allowed a blue flame to erupt from his hand as the page was burnt into ash. Clapping his hands against one another, Makoto moved on to the second profile page. Ra. Rabeh- Rabesach? Rabesach? Makoto gave up on the last name as he moved down the page as well, frowning slightly as he wondered what the other demon had done to be enrolled into this jail posing as a school. It didn’t matter. Folding the papers haphazardly, Makoto shoved them in his pockets after a quick glance at whom his supervising teacher was and what he looked like. But Makoto was not going to stay here- not for long, at least. Slamming the door to the classroom open, Makoto rolled up his sleeves as he fixed the indignant look on his face before marching in the direction of the Entrance Gate- or, well, at least he was going in the right direction.

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Raisa had been expecting a handshake, an introduction, or at the very least a semi-dismissive nod to show that he greeting had been recognized. She knew full well that demons were proud beings, and so didn't expect these two to really care all that much who she was. However, even so, she was taken aback by the way the boy reacted. Rounding on her as though he'd strike her - her eye thankfully continued projecting the image of calm, coolheaded composure that she desired to show, rather than her pathetic cowering in the face of the sudden motion, covering her head with her hands on instinct as an irrepressible fear of being hit came over her. She froze in place, her crimson gaze staring blankly ahead, even in the projected illusion that the other two saw, as the boy leaned slowly in, laying hold of her hair and beginning to sniff at it, his breath hot on her neck and ringing in her ear. What was he doing? Why was he touching her? She wanted to retreat, to smack his face away and get to a safe distance. If she made for the door now, she could probably escape while he was stunned.

But she checked herself, keeping at bay the fear she felt, even if the other two could not sense it through the deception of her crimson eye. If she acted so rashly, she'd probably alienate her comrades. Telling herself this, she remained frozen in place, unmoving for fear of being struck or bitten or otherwise harmed should she interrupt the boy, her eye still staring blankly forward. At last, he moved backward, but in an instant, he proved that alienating her new teammates was the least of her worries.

"Why d'ya know my name, Mage...?!" Snarled the demon boy, spitting out the word like it was a particularly heinous insult.

"Huh?" Raisa asked, confused. Didn't he know who his assigned teammates were? "Sorry, I guess I just assumed you realized we were par-" She began to apologize earnestly, only to be cut off by the growling demon once again.

"Whatever, go away. Shoo, shoo!" He snapped, interrupting her mid-sentence, his eyes narrow and full of hate as they gazed into her own crimson orb. In a flurry of blue light, flames began to crackle into being around the boy's legs, releasing an oppressive, choking haze of smoke as they ate into the wooden desk upon which he stood. For a moment, he held his glare before abruptly raising one finger in a rather iconic and tremendously rude gesture. "Don't even think 'bout controlling me, lady." Hissing these words, he bounded away, darting out the door and vanishing.

"But... I didn't even..." The magus murmured lamely. It was useless trying to say anything now, however. Makoto was already gone. She frowned gloomily, gazing at the floor as she tried to figure out where she'd gone wrong. What had she done to set him off like that? Maybe she had been too informal, and had accidentally offended him by not showing the proper respect? Cursing herself mentally for this oversight, she wondered what might have happened if she had given a polite self-introduction as she'd been taught. Maybe he'd have accepted it then, so long as she showed the proper respect... or maybe he'd just think she was full of herself. But that hadn't seemed to be what he was angry about. What had prompted that tirade about controlling him? Her own particular variation on that power - using her crimson eye to cause demons to perceive her as their master - wasn't even an ability she was particularly good at using voluntarily, so there was no way she'd accidentally activated it while introducing herself, was there? Then what was he so angry about?

She didn't understand it at all, but it looked like somehow, she'd already failed at being a Captain.

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It had, obviously, been too easy for the group to come together, as it fell to pieces only moments later. The witch's introduction had struck a nerve in the heart of his fellow demon. Even Rabesach had to admit that Makoto held nothing back. The mage's reaction had been equally interesting. His words had done the girl damage. But what was even more eye-catching was the fiery, blue haze that appeared beneath the boy. That could prove useful... The kid looked about ready to leave, which he did seconds after Abe made his observation. However, this was not before shooing Raisa a middle-fingered salute, which dragged a very inappropriate chuckle out of Rabesach's lips. He turned the other way, shaking his head and cursing under his breath. He'd gotten stuck with the dramatic ones. Gosh, they hadn't even started class yet. Their group activity would certainly be fun. Still, he held to the hope that they might flunk out of the school. Maybe his freedom could be reached.

After Makoto had promptly stormed out, Abe turned to the mage, who looked as if she had received a nice slap in the face, and then turning to the door. "How intriguing," he mused, his tongue running across his lips. "Can't say I'm happy to be working with you either, if my honest opinion is appreciated here. But, then again, I'm not happy to be here in general. I agree with him, though. Vulcan mind-probes aren't welcomed by either of us, obviously."

He grinned as if he had made a joke, distracting himself with his claws. Looking at them, he realized how late they were. He wouldn't get to use his special gloves if he didn’t show up. Nor would his group get much of a good reputation, but he didn’t care about the latter. He just wanted to stab.

"Our opinions don't matter much, though. The good side you really wanna be on is probably the teachers. If we're much later, I doubt we will be." Rabesach wasn't content to wait much loner for his teammate. It only took him a moment to vanish out of the room. He didn't feel bad whatsoever about leaving her alone, though anyone with a stronger conscience might.

As he headed toward the front gates, he pulled his crumpled guide out once again. Now that he had found hillbilly and pirate, it was time to search for the adult in their group. He studied the picture as he reached his exit slipping through the door. Most of the students had already arrived to their destinations, and he even spotted Makoto, whom he had decided would make quie the teammate. After all, he had flipped of their captain.

Abe quickly found his way to the albino haired teacher, not bothering to introduce himself to the man, merely nodding. He sighed, turning his head away from the school. If he ran, maybe he could make it out....

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So that's what had caused the Demon to act so viciously. In retrospect, she probably shouldn't have been surprised. Having her appear so suddenly behind him, the traces of her self-concealing power still lingering around her, Makoto must have assumed that the Mage was trying to subtly bring him to heel, or some such. Or at least, that's what the hooded boy - how was she even supposed to pronounce his name again? - seemed to think.

"But all I did was introduce myself!" Raisa protested, biting the inside of her cheek to suppress her frustration with herself at being unable to communicate even such a simple fact as "I'm not trying to mind control you, damn it!" "I didn't try to do anything like that." She trailed off, turning away in shame. "My power to command demons doesn't even work that way, so why'd he get so mad?" She muttered, more to herself than anyone else, not able to understand how things had gone so wrong already.

"Our opinions don't matter much, though. The good side you really wanna be on is probably the teachers. If we're much later, I doubt we will be," Continued the hooded boy tiredly, his voice snapping Raisa out of her gloom and back to attention. As he left, she realized that he was probably right. She could meet back up with her team later now that she knew what they looked like. For now, what she needed to do was find the teacher their group had been assigned to. Taking her bag, she hastily followed in the wake of her two teammates, heading for the front gate. As she scanned the small crowd assembled there, it didn't take long to find the white-haired teacher she recognized from her pamphlet, one Yureibi Alignak if she recalled correctly. To her relief, it looked like both the hooded boy with the unpronounceable name and Makoto had decided to show up - the latter of whose appearance surprised her considerably. She'd half expected him to just disappear and leave the responsibility for failing to keep him in check on her shoulders.

"Raisa Gremory, present," She reported out of habit, giving a somewhat formal curtsey out of habit as she did her best to draw the other three's attention to her presence, remembering at the last moment that she was usually harder to notice when she was embarrassed about something. Sure enough, to Makoto, Rabesach, and perhaps even the silver-haired teacher, she would likely seem to appear out of thin air in the edge of their vision. She'd certainly been standing there for some time, but how long? These sorts of questions might lend a surprising air to the otherwise obvious hindsight that she'd been present the whole time, a fact which they'd only manage to realize once she actually spoke up.

She glanced between the assembled individuals, her eye swiftly leaving the piercing blue gaze of the boy who had so unceremoniously denounced her upon her own introduction. Honestly, she had hoped that he might come to understand that she had no intention of possessing him - and indeed, no power to, as her own means of commanding were much more indirect and subtle than simply assuming direct control of the target's body - but given the look of disgust and hate that she received every time she so much as looked in his direction, she had a feeling that wasn't going to be happening.

To think she'd already failed so spectacularly so soon. Her mother would have been ashamed of her. She bit her lip, her scarlet eye narrowing at this thought as her hand once more habitually darted to her eyepatch, fidgeting with the only cover for the sickening memento she bore of her deceased parent. "Sorry, mama..." Spoke a pathetic voice in her mind. That apology, how many times had she made it? She was tired of always failing. Why... why couldn't she just succeed at something?! Even with her mother's eye and her own magic to boot, she was still screwing things up this badly. She wished she could just disappear and end this endlessly repeating cycle of failure and shame.

...Oh, right. Probably not the best thing to wish for when her eye had already been acting up. She glanced around at the others, wondering if they could still see her. Probably, to them, it would look like in the last instant they blinked or otherwise took their eyes off her, she had simply vanished. She sighed. This was definitely going to be a recurring issue, wasn't it?

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A nice gentle breeze blew across the academy ruffling the leaves of a near by tree in the garden and causing a leaf to fly astray and onto Alak's chest. The silver haired demon was laying on top of the small stone hut that sat in the middle of the garden. Alak was usually found here gazing up at the stars at night or watching the clouds during the day. The man also had a little patch of lavender that he adored and took care of everyday. All that time he spent with his precious lavender has caused the light and soft smell to stick to him. Alak barely spent anytime in his room because to him the outdoors was is room and playground.

While he was daydreaming in his resting place a small cute and blue ghostly flame appeared above him swirling around in the air before it spoke in a tiny mischievous voice. " Come on get up master! You don't want to be late do you? " Alak responded to this by closing his eyes and lazily shooing the adorable demon away. " Just a few more minutes, I won't be late." the little ghostly fire crossed it's tiny arms. " Iris will be mad, you don't want her mad at you now do you?" Alak didn't even think about it, he sat straight up fast with his permanent scowl on his face. It wasn't really permanent it's just the way his eyebrows are shaped makes him look as if he's scowling all the time. "Let's go." and with that Alak began to walk towards the entrance gate.

When Alak got to the entrance all the teacher were already there, he gave a small nod to them all as a greeting as he stood there with his arm crossed, scowl and all. He was quiet but the small little fire demon stood on his shoulder in the same pose as Alak was in. "The introduction will be finishing soon and the students should be making their way to us. The headmistress said she would inform us of what exactly the exercise entails once everyone is here. Everyone remember their groups?” the words from Alak's small, adorable fellow teacher reached his ears where he suddenly became all excited on the inside but didn't show it on the outside. He remembered all his students names and faces and to him they seemed as an interesting trio.

"Look, here comes Iris" the little demon spoke pointing towards the direction of the school. Alak raised his head. "Righty-o! Ladies and gents. You know I thought long and hard over this, and I figured a group exercise of this nature was right up the students alley. We need to know what they're made of, who's really in need of help and who's going to be a handful -- you get the idea, With permission from the locals I have set up five loose doppelgängers in the town nearby, with each team expected to handle one between them. You, teachers, will watch over them and see how they handle it. The groups must form a strategy and plan to win. If it seems unlikely they can defeat the creature I expect you to deal with it." letting a very small smile pull at the corners of his mouth, Alak thought, A perfect assignment to see what they are made of.

Alak watched as the students poured out and found their teachers but he was waiting longer than usual for his kids. Finally one of his students came out of the building. Hm, by his appearance he must be the unique Qilin, Makoto. After the young demon came out of the school building another young man walked out but this one had a hood pulled over his head and blond locks peeking out from all sides. Claws... he must be Rabesach Vanafrea. He saw the young blonde demon nod at him and Alak returned the nod with silence. The last to come out was a rather short and fragile looking girl with an eye patch. The mage I see, Raisa Argo Gremory. " Look at what we have here! What an interesting looking group master!" the small wisp interrupted while floating away from Alak and around the group. "Raisa Gremory, present," Alak was snapped out of his glare towards the small demon by the small mage in front of him. " Glad to have you aboard." nodded Alak.

"As you all may know my name is Yureibi Alignak and I will be your teacher. Unlike the rest of the teachers you may call me Alak, I'm personally not a person of formality so please excuse me if I do come off as too comfortable around you all. " he spoke him his oddly deep but calming voice with his arms still crossed and scowl in place. " And I'm Zana! I serve my master Alak!" chimed in the small floating demon. By this time Alak had his eyes closed and the vein on his forehead was popping out, it was fairly easy to say that he was annoyed. With a blink of an eye he quickly grabbed the small demon who sheepishly smiled and escaped through his fingertips like the small ball of flame he was. " Anyway, like I was saying, " Alak shot a glare towards the little blue flame who stuck it's tongue out at him. " Why don't you three tell me more about your powers? I'm very interested in knowing all of your abilities. How about we start with the young miss Raisa?"



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The morning so far was going good for Kali. She woke up feeling good, her little sister didn't ambush her yet and her mother had made her breakfast. After she ate the young blonde cautiously looked around the kitchen. " Mum, where is Bunny? Has she woken up yet?" Kali's mother looked at her and smiled as she nodded. " Yes Bunny is awake she was just sitting in the living room playing with her blocks." Kali cautiously got up from her chair in peeked into the livingroom to see it empty. She whipped her head around quickly when she heard small foot steps but found nothing. The young blonde demon quickly ran over to the kitchen table protecting the small plate stacked with her mothers delicious Strawberry jam Scones.

Kali was on high alert, her eyes darted across the room following a quick moving figure that she only saw as a blur from the corner of her eye. There was a thumping on the table and when Kali looked the Scones were all gone "Wha!?" Luckily for her there was one left that she was holding onto for dear life. She quickly scanned the room not seeing the figure anymore and opened her mouth to receive the delicious pastry when all of a sudden there was a small black mass that passed in front of her and when she looked her Scone was gone! Her eyes landed on the small infant that sat on the table eyeing her big sister as she held the last scone in her hand, Strawberry jam on her cheek. " Hey there Bunny," Kali proceeded to tip toe closer to her little sister. " Can I have that back please? "

The 2 year old only looked at her before she gobbled up the pastry and that's when Kali lost it. "Why you little-!" the two began fighting and the infant was winning as she was on Kali's head pulling at her hair. " Kali, stop playing it's time for you to head off now." her mother said as the two spotted in mid fight. Kali huffed and stood up shaking out her hair so it was it's usually messy yet cute hair style. " Alright mum, I'm off." she pecked her mother on the cheek as she spoke before she glared at her little sister who only stuck her tongue out at her. Even after all that though, Kali walked over to her and pecked her forehead and said " I'll miss you both, and I'll visit all the time! Bye bye." as she left the house. Pushing up her red glasses the young demon began her short journey to the academy that she really didn't want to go. She watched the birds fly by and the clouds slowly move from time to time as she walked towards the academy.

Once there, Kali saw that she was actually the very first to be there, she hadn't even paid attention to the clock to notice that she was bloody early. " Damn it, I gots to pay more attention to the time." she cursed under her breath before heading inside and being the very first in the classroom. She sat all the way in the back near the door but soon got bored and pulled out the paper that told her who her teacher was and her teammates. " Hm, they seem interesting enough." she said out loud. Without giving it a second though the girl laid her head on the desk and was knocked out like a light. When Kali came too she sat up and yawned stretching out with a still sleepy look in her eyes. She turned her head towards the door just in time to see the last of the student leaving the classroom, Kali had slept through the whole Introduction!

When realizing this the blonde quickly shot up from her seat and darted out of the class. "Damn it!" Finally reaching outside Kali jogged up to her teacher and other teammates rubbing the back of her head with an apologetic smile on her face. " Sorry I'm late, I fell asleep" she hung her head in shame for a second before picking it back up and pushing up her glasses. " Anyway! Kali Minami at your service! " the young blonde gave a slight salute as she spoke.

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The magus blinked, surprised out of her despondent reverie by the directness with which the instructor had addressed her. Evidently, his senses were keen enough as not to be deceived by the unconscious manipulations of her rebellious eye. The faintest of smiles appeared on Raisa's face, even if it soon vanished a moment later. So there were people who could see her, even without her drawing attention to herself. She hadn't quite disappeared yet, it seemed, no matter how many times she made that same foolish wish for the release she desired, yet dreaded so much.

"My powers, sir?" She asked quietly, her voice doubtless snapping her back into the perceptions of Makoto and Rabesach. This was going to be a difficult bit of explanation. "Right... I specialize in physical reinforcement magic - imbuing my own energy into myself or something I'm close to in order to enhance its durability and other related aspects of its being - which can also be used in conjunction with a catalyst to achieve various additional effects. I'm not really very skilled with advanced uses like that, but, for example, my eye can change the way objects I've reinforced are perceived." She figured it would be best to give an example at this point, and so took a deep breath, focusing intently as her eye began to glow with an internal crimson light. In the blink of an eye, her form flickered, transforming to match the appearance of the hood-wearing boy standing across from her, perfectly mirroring his own image aside from the glow of a single crimson eye from underneath the blinding curtains of blonde hair she had assumed. Somehow, it would seem to the onlookers, even to Rabesach himself, as though that was how she'd always appeared, although they might shake this thought after realizing how preposterous it was. By that point, however, she would already have returned to her own form literally with the blink of an eye, as, by closing the glowing crimson orb, she extinguished its power momentarily, the illusion it had created vanishing instantly. "It only changes how things are seen, smelled, touched, heard, or tasted, however - not their actual properties. I can, however, make it so things I've altered aren't perceived at all, and presumably I could make it so that they draw attention to them, but I'm not really very good at controlling that yet." She glanced away, a little ashamed to be admitting this after the other two members of her group had seen her seemingly appear out of thin air at least twice now. They'd probably put two and two together and realize that those unintentional disappearances had just been because she was incompetent at controlling her abilities.

"I also have an enchanted weapon to serve as storage for excess energy, and which can liberate energy from objects I've reinforced, or transport it." Drawing her knife as she spoke, she gave a halfhearted slash across the air in front of her, her eye once again flashing crimson, a glow which was mirrored in the blade of the weapon she held. In an instant, that scarlet glow spread from within her eye over her whole body, and in a flash, she was standing behind the instructor, to his left. Stumbling slightly as she blinked back into the corporeal realm, disoriented by her body's deconstruction and subsequent reconstitution, she shook her head, placing a hand to her brow in a vain attempt to dull the feelings of nausea and dizziness flooding her senses. Taking a moment to compose herself, she slid the knife back into the sheathe hidden in the back of her skirt, and turned to face the others once again. "There are a few other effects my catalysts can produce," She concluded, placing a hand over her eyepatch instinctively as she glossed over the abilities of the eye that was not her own. "But I don't really know how to use them at will, so I can't exactly demonstrate them." Finishing her demonstration thus, she sighed, stepping back into line as she rubbed her eye, blinking several times as she tried to walk off the stress of teleportation. She supposed she should have just been grateful that she hadn't, say, left her clothing behind, or something similarly embarrassing. She just hoped that her little explanation hadn't seemed like she was showing off. After all, considering the ill will she'd already garnered from her teammates-to-be, seeming like an egotist was the last thing she wanted.

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Iris silenced herself for a moment or two as she quietly observed the two demons. Clearly, one was easier to get along with than the other, though the headmistress was never one to be beaten down easily.

"Alrighty, you two. Simmer down for a moment." She said as politely as she could, offering a smile as she did so before shifting her hands from her hips. "Takashi, or Saiko, you don't need to worry. I would never harm your... people, and I certainly don't plan to keep you here forever. Just do what you have to do, and I'll do as I have to, ok?"

Once all was said and done the headmistress turned her attention to the many heads that surrounded her. She figured, it was now the time to get the students into action. What fun. Walking over and heaving herself up onto a nearby small wall the woman stood high and proud as she waved her hands in the air to gain everyone's attention. Of course, Iris never struggled to attracted a group, and her students and staff were no different.

"Right everyone, listen up! It is time for your group-exercise to commence!" She snapped suddenly before dropping her arms to her sides "Your exercise will involve each group tackling a doppelgänger which will be located within the town nearby, that I have set up just for you. In order to win you must work as a team, plan ahead, and look-out for one another if you want to actually survive this ordeal. Failure to do so will result in... failure."

Pausing for a brief moment she allowed the information to sink into the students minds, awaiting secretly to see their expressions, before daring to continue, "Your teachers will supervise you and ensure you don't get in way over your heads. This exercise is mainly to see what your made of and show us what sort of students we're working with."

Hopping off the wall and landing squarely on her feet, the headmistress patted herself down before strolling in and amongst the groups of students. A challenging smirk was plastered on her features as she eyed up the youthful stares. Once more her hands returned to their respective place against her hips. "If anyone dares view this as an opportunity to cause hell and step out of line they're be in my office before their feet touch the ground. And no -- that's not a call to action. I do not wish to see anyone in my office at the end of this, understand?"

With friendly warnings and introductions out of the way, Iris casually handed out maps to the teachers, on which marked out the exact location the groups would find their designated doppelgänger. The maps also showed where each other groups would be, and a way leading back to the academy.

"Please do not mistake this exercise as some menial task to do. The doppelgängers can hurt you and will require some brain-power and skill to take down. Teachers will deal with the creature if they're group is unable to defeat it. Do not worry though this will not affect any of your standings here at the academy." She said calmly and clearly for all to hear. "With that said we will begin to head over to the town. Please keep to your groups, do not separate, and do as your teacher says and asks. Bad behavior will not be tolerated."

Turning to her own group Iris motioned with her hand for the trio to follow her. Once it seemed they were moving the headmistress began to lead the way out of the grounds of the academy. She waited until all students and teachers had moved before continuing onwards.




✮ Baron Weatherbee ✮





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Baron listened keenly to what the young girl had to say about herself. Really, she was truly fascinating, and it always intrigued the mage-demon to learn more about others and their capabilities. As the girl witnessed the fancy patterns move around across the outer surface of Kris, the teacher unknowingly awed ever so slightly. She really was amazed.

"You certainly have quite an array of powers. I am sure you will be quite the asset to this group." She said with a confirming nod to her words. "It should be interesting to watch you in the exercise."

"So what about you? What sort of tricks do you do?"

Baron was a little caught off-guard to the question, taking a moment or so to gather her thoughts before responding with, "I can grant wishes, if you put it that way. Whatever any mage thinks or wishes for, I can make it come to life before they're very eyes. The power itself is limitless and works with good and bad requests. I must admit however that I have not gotten my ability to work with demons for some reason."

Just then another girl arrived. "Sorry I'm late, I fell asleep. Anyway! Kali Minami at your service!"

So this is the other girl. Baron smiled and offered a nod to the blonde student. "Pleasure to meet you kali, you are just in time for the group exercise. By the look of it the entire group is here now." She spoke softly and warmly.

Just then Baron witnessed Iris on-top of a wall of some sort requesting the attention of everyone. Listening to what the women said Baron immediately knew that the exercise was now beginning. Listening further, the mage-demon gave a swift nod as the headmistress came to the end of her words. It is starting now.

Once accepting the map that was given to her Baron promptly glanced over the image and details and made mental notes on all of the important information. She understood where her creature was and how to get to it. Having re-read the map the teacher proceeded to show the map to her students and allowed them to look at it briefly. Of course, the map would be staying with the teacher during the exercise.

"Alright everyone, you heard the headmistress. It is time to begin the exercise, though do not worry as I will be with you the entire time. I will ensure your safety throughout this experience." She said to the three girls and retained the same smile as before. "I will lead you to the area where you will find the doppelgänger and then it is up to you three. Please think ahead and stick together, you will need one another to succeed in this exercise."

With that said Baron began to lead the girls in the direction of the Headmistress, who stood waiting for everyone. Once all groups and teachers were set they began to move onward.

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It did not take Makoto too long to find his teacher, what with how the man looked so unique. However, it had seemed as if his other two group members had already located Yureibi. Hesitating for a second, Makoto let out a light “tch” and walked forward, skidding as far away as he could from the mage of the group as he kept his back shrugged and his hands in his pockets. Bloody mages. He grumbled in his mind, kicking the ground as he opened his mouth to protest about his most unfair imprisonment in the Academy but Yureibi started speaking, causing Makoto to shut his mouth again, sulking darkly as he listened. Only, though Makoto tried his hardest to sulk- he really did- the sight of a small fluttering blue flame that constantly hovered around Yureibi caused Makoto’s dark aura to immediately drop, his mouth falling at the same time as his eyes grew wide with curiosity once again. As he watched, Makoto allowed his own blue flames to appear around his feet as he tried to control the blue flame- but though he tried, nothing worked. Never mind that the flame had a face! It all only intrigued Makoto further, causing him to deviate away from the discussion- or rather, the introduction between the mage and rest of the group- as he kept his eyes on the blue flame.
“Come’ere!” He mumbled, reaching forward to catch the flame only to allow it to seep out of his fingers. Makoto’s tail twitched. He attempted to catch it again. But the flame only let out a giggle as Makoto’s attempts fell flat- however Makoto continued, his look of intrigue not abetting as he followed behind the flame…which even continued the whole time the headmistress was speaking. When Makoto finally came to, he looked up at the other three with a look of childish delight as he pointed at the flame while looking up at Yureibi. “Ta, is tha’ yours?” He asked, ducking left and right though nothing flew at him as he looked at the flame. “It ain’t like m’flames for some reason.” Bending over so that his head was pointed towards the ground, Makoto allowed himself to be immersed once more in watching the flame before his responsibilities hit him again like a fast, incoming train. Groaning, Makoto stood up straight again as he glared at the mage and turned towards the other two demons, a look of annoyance on his face.
It was obvious that Makoto would not comply to any of the rules that had been set in the Academy even if his life depended on it.
Slowly, blue flames started to swirl around Makoto until they blocked him from view- Makoto suddenly burst from the flames in his Qilin form, stomping his front hooves repeatedly against the ground as a growl left his muzzle. “I ain’t stayin’ here no longer.” He sent from his mind, watching each of them with his glaring red eyes as he galloped in circeles. “I ain’t done nothin’ wrong n’ I don’ need to listen to some blasted mage!” Defiance waved off of the Qilin as he waved his tail around, baring his fangs as if they would be able to scare the much older demon. And though Makoto knew there was a slim chance that he would be allowed to leave he would not allow the chance to slip through his grasp. Sending the three a farewell (and a last curious glance at the speaking flame), Makoto leapt into the sky, his hooves forming galloping motions as he sailed through the sky. Freedom blew around his body as he blew a raspberry back at the facility he left behind, his laughter rocketing through the sky as he quickly landed on the rooftops of buildings, running as fast as the wind in the direction of where his mother had dragged him (by his ears) from.
If only he knew that that was the exact direction his group was supposed to go to in the first place.

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Rabesach found his teacher's more laidback demeanor intriguing, as was the being that floated upon his shoulder, introducing itself as Zana. What exactly was that? Before he could ask, he became momentarily distracted with Makoto's reaction, watching as the boy executed many futile attempts to catch it. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught something flicker in the back of Makoto's pants, immediately turning away, figuring he was now scarred for life. The heck was that?!

Stopping him from vomiting was Alak, who asked them about their powers. Abe was not eager to go first, inwardly cursing his lack of offensive measures. However, it was Raisa who spoke up next. "My powers, sir?" she said. Rabesach was somewhat surprised, as he had forgotten she was there. Weird. He supposed she was rather quiet. She began to explain her abilities, and now they worked more mentally than physically, like his. But, as she continued, she lost him, her choice of large words leaving him baffled. It was the demonstration that really hit him, as he found himself staring back at a mirror image of himself.

Had... she always looked so similar to him? He found it unnerving how similar they were. It seemed that every detail was correct, from his tattoos to his red hood. It wasn't until she had turned back to her original state and explained what she had done that he understood just how impressive her ability was. It had certainly fooled him.

Before he had the chance to explain his moral manipulation, the headmistress beckoned to all of them, explaining their task. They were to defeat doppelgängers... whatever those were. She warned them that they were not to be underestimated, as they could dish out harm like any other opponent. Sounded like good fun. She also informed them this would not affect their status at the academy. He supposed that there would be no failing out of the school in this moment.

It was after the woman finished that he noticed something was wrong with Makoto, blue flames engulfing him, similar to what had happened earlier, although on a much greater scale. Was that his power? Impressive. Though, Abe wasn't so impressed when he emerged, instead baffled at the sight of his fellow demon. “I ain’t done nothin’ wrong n’ I don’ need to listen to some blasted mage!” he screamed before... flying away into the sky, making a face at them, along with an odd noise, as he went.

Rabesach tried to hold himself together, he really did. But his attempts were in vain, as he burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Did he just turn into a horse?" he choked, tears welling up in his eyes. He dug his face into the crook of his arm, trying to calm himself down. Oh, one could only imagine all of the nicknames he was conjuring for the poor boy.

It wasn't a priority to go after Makoto, or so Rabesach reasoned, seeing as he had headed in the direction of their group activity. Though he might have gotten prematurely eaten by a doppelgänger. That'd be a real shame.

He looked at his teacher, finally done with his spout of laughter. "Am I still supposed to say my powers?" he asked, figuring he'd much rather hurry to catch up with the flood of exiting students. He could hardly control his excitement. Soon enough, he'd be feeling the sensation of ripping someone through with his blades, and the addiction of the adrenaline it gave. "I mess with peoples brain. I can change their morals and ideals, as well as give them some recommendations as to what they should do. Its cooler when I'm around kids, 'cause they've got, like, no impulse control. I was notorious for making my classmates wet themselves when I was younger, since they went along with whatever popped in their head." His teammates might not have gotten all of that, as he was talking quite fast, his head directed toward the exit. He couldn't wait any longer. Why couldn't they just hurry up and start fighting?

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Just as Raisa was getting her bearings from her demonstration of the most difficult of the powers she actually had some semblance of skill with, something seemed to cause the already rebellious Makoto to snap. A sudden surge of blue flames from her left caused the young magus to stumble back, alarmed, only to find herself looking on in confusion as the boy's form shifted to that of a gigantic black horse-like creature. Then, giving a roar of defiance that rang throughout her mind, he bounded into the air and soared off, a trail of azure sparks showering down in his wake. Raisa opened her mouth to call after him, but by the time she realized that he had literally just had the audacity to take off and run in front of pretty much the entire school, he was already far beyond the range of her voice. Slapping a palm to her forehead, Raisa stifled a groan. This was all going to be put on her shoulders, wasn't it?

A peal of slightly demented and utterly hysterical laughter snapped her back to attention as, turning to her left, she found the hooded boy half doubled over in fits of giggling as he asked the question she herself was now wondering somewhere in the back of her mind.

"Did he just turn into a horse?"

"Looks that way," She replied with a sigh. "And a flying one, at that. But if you're looking forward to a pony ride, given his previous attitude, I have to say, it's probably not going to happen. Especially since he seems to have just up and left." She tried to joke about the situation, but given the glum expression on her face, it was fairly clear her heart wasn't in it. Turning towards the teacher, she gave an apologetic bow. "I'm sorry, sir. It appears I offended him when we first met. Him running off like this is probably my fault. If I'd just been able to calm him down..." She trailed off, biting her lip. "Either way, it looks like we'll need to retrieve him before going after our doppelganger. Can I see that map?" Stepping over beside the teacher, she glanced down at the paper he held indicating where their target would be - but which also showed the surrounding area in fairly good detail. Using that, they could at least determine where Makoto had been going. Aligning the surrounding scenery in her mind, the young mage tried to work out his likely destination from the course he'd taken. However, as she realized the answer to the question that plagued her, her scarlet eye went wide with surprise.

"He's heading straight for the doppelganger!" She murmured aloud. "Is he planning on taking it out before us and discrediting the rest of his own group?" She groaned, slapping her forehead yet again. Well, they couldn't very well just let him rush off and fail the rest of them. Besides, if the enemy was supposed to be a copy of the Headmistress, even a flawed one... it might just end up killing him. She didn't want to face this thought, but it was certainly a distinct possibility. They had to get there quickly and help, before he rushed into a fight that might have been the death of him.

Turning to face the hooded boy, she was about to ask him to follow her quickly when he suddenly spoke up, answering a question which hadn't been asked, but which had nonetheless been plaguing her.

"Am I still supposed to say my powers? I mess with people's brains. I can change their morals and ideals, as well as give them some recommendations as to what they should do. Its cooler when I'm around kids, 'cause they've got, like, no impulse control. I was notorious for making my classmates wet themselves when I was younger, since they went along with whatever popped in their head." Raisa raised a single eyebrow, her gaze narrowing into an expression of perplexed, slightly annoyed disappointment. Was it just her, or did he sound proud that he could and had used his abilities in such a childish fashion?

And... wait. Somebody with the power of hypnotic suggestion was complaining not five minutes ago about me being able to give him orders? The magus wondered, bewildered at what leaps of self-justification this train of thought must have required. Maybe he was just angry that she was infringing on his area of expertise. "That may prove quite useful. Maybe between the two of us, we can get Makoto to stand down before he does anything else rash," She said gravely. "This exercise was designed for a group of three people, which means that if he charges into it alone, he could end up getting himself hurt or killed. We have to stop him before then, which means we need to get there first. I'm not going to force you to go along. If you feel the same way as he does, I'll go and stop him on my own, regardless of the risks that entails." Speaking resolutely, she took one last glance at the map, and then turned her gaze towards the sky into which the Qilin had just soared away. "There's no time to waste. Follow me if you so choose." Speaking these words, the girl braced herself against the firm ground, power rushing forth from the center of her body and from the knife stored in her skirt, bathing her form in a halo of crimson. Reinforcing herself so as to be able to withstand the strain its own high-speed movements would create, she launched herself high into the air, trailing power like a red comet. She soared upward, rising high over the hill upon which the school was located and landing on a nearby telephone pole. A faint green flash blinked from underneath her eyepatch as she analyzed the path taken by the row of cables laid out ahead of her. It led straight to the target area. Using it as a vector, she found it simple to plot out her path and destination. And so, drawing her dagger, she took a deep breath. Short distance teleportation always took a lot out of her, but that was nothing compared to the strain of moving herself a great distance. Still, if it was the only way to get her to the doppelganger before Makoto charged headlong into it...

In an instant, the energy around her flared several times brighter, then collapsed inward upon her form, obliterating her body's mass and converting it directly to energy, which darted along the "road" set out by the cables ahead of her. Streaking over the city in a flash, like lightning, she found herself dizzily rising to her feet atop a particularly high telephone pole overlooking a large park, at the center of which stood a figure which looked eerily similar to the headmistress - a figure which was already gazing upward not towards herself, but rather towards a rapidly approaching bolt of black and blue. It seemed that even transporting herself instantaneously hadn't been enough of a head start of the young Qilin. Nevertheless, even though he'd probably hate her for what she was about to do, she had no choice but to act. She had no idea if this would work, but if the doppelganger was already preparing to attack him, it was her only option.

Focusing all of her power into her crimson eye, she wished with all her might that he would see her, that he would notice her before he saw anything else. If wishing to disappear had caused her to become imperceptible, maybe this wish would make her draw his perceptions to her instead. She could only hope it had worked, for in the next instant, the shadows on the ground began to rise in bladed masses, streaking upward to skewer the soaring Qilin. The light of Raisa's eye intensified a thousandfold as her wish changed, becoming something new. She wished that for just a moment, he would perceive her as his master, and would follow one command. Her green eye, even beneath the patch that covered it, could already see through the openings in the incoming indiscriminate attack. There would be a small gap to his right if he just moved a little bit in that direction, and then dived. Raising her voice, she gave the loudest yell she could muster.

"Move to the right, then dive straight downward!" Giving this commanding shout, she leaped from her perch atop the telephone pole, converting her energy back into reinforcing her body as she streaked downward towards the doppelganger below her, knife raised to strike. She needed to draw its attention so that Makoto could safely land. Once that was done, she could fall back to a safe distance and wait to see if Rabesach would arrive to support them. Planning thus, she came crashing down, plunging her blade downward towards the back of the construct's neck. But the Doppelganger, too, had been affected by her attention-grabbing eye, and had already turned its gaze upon her. Darting backward, it evaded, her knife cutting through thin air as she collided with the ground with a crash, sending a cloud of dust rising into the air. For a moment, everything was obscured. Then, in the next instant, the cloud shattered outward, scattered by the force of some unseen movement as, seemingly instantly, Raisa had moved directly in front of her enemy, her eye glowing a brilliant red as her knife, now held in a reverse grip, slashed upward towards the copy's neck. The trick of this technique lay in simply concealing her presence until the attack itself broke her illusion of invisibility, thereby making it seem as though she had closed the distance and begun an attack all at once, her movements rendered invisible. Yet, once again, the doppelganger defended itself, its shadow rising up to form a tangible barrier that deflected the girl's knife at the last second. Twisting with the force of her redirected blow, Raisa allowed her legs to fly out from under her, whirling as she slid past the doppelganger's legs to spin upward into a kneeling stance, slashing the back of its left knee before launching backward to evade a torrent of shadowy blades that slammed into the space she'd occupied just a moment prior. Barely managing to land on her feet, she skidded backward towards the spot where she estimated that Makoto, had he followed her command, would now be standing. She only hoped that as her gaze turned to face him for just a split second that he would actually be there, unharmed - because if he wasn't, she now had a very angry doppelganger of the most powerful mage in the area that was relatively unharmed and was now dead set on tearing her to pieces.

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Rabesach had been staring so intently at the flood of students on their way to town that he had almost missed the fact that Raisa was speaking to him. She'd actually listened to his sloppy introduction to his abilities. "That may prove quite useful. Maybe between the two of us, we can get Makoto to stand down before he does anything else rash," she said, then continuing on about how much danger Makoto was in and how serious the matter was. It was all rather morbid, much to the distaste of the young demon.

"You must be fun at parties," he muttered under his breath. However, he had to admit that he was quite surprised by her words. She was offering him a choice? He hadn't really figured that he got one, but even so, he wouldn't be eager to step out on a chance to fight. Before he could reply, however, his partner began to glow, engulfed in a bright red illumination, before rocketing off into the sky. Rabesach stared at the energy she'd left behind, like the trail of vapor that hangs in the air behind an plane. He'd just been about to inform her that he'd never miss the opportunity to use his blades, and now he'd been left behind. He folded his arms, pouting. "It's like everyone but me can fly," he whined. Looking over at his teacher, who seemed eager to let them figure this mess out on their own, he let out a loud, rather dramatic sigh. "Can I see that map?-Thank you," he said, not really waiting for an answer before snatching it and looking it over. The town was more complexly laid out than he had hoped for, and he wasn't sure how easy to navigate it would be. Could he find his teammates in that jungle? What if he was approached by someone else's doppelgänger while he was still on his own?

A wild grin appeared on his face, as well as an equally sadistic gleam in his eyes. He handed Alak back the map before sprinting in the direction of the town, taking the path for all those who were unable to defy gravity. If anything of the sort happened, he'd just have to deal with it. He tightened his grip on his blades, ready for action. He pushed past the slower people in the crowd, making his way towards where he needed to be as fast as possible.

And then he arrived, excitement bubbling up within him as he hurried into the city's limits. He didn't take the time to admire its decor, merely racing along its streets, careful not to trip over the occasional crack or bump in its rather smooth, stone pathways, though he certainly did pick up on a few things as he went. The smell of food still hanging in the air, paired with the occasional piece of trash lying upon the ground told him that this village was certainly lived in. He wondered how its occupants could be so willing to evacuate on a whim, just so the Academy's students could make a mess of their home. But, on that same subject, if no one was around, maybe they could head over to a candy shop and just take a few...

That's not important right now... Though, good idea for later. He was still yet to find his group, though he ran into a few of the others, most of which were in combat. He also nearly slammed into a teacher, a blonde woman watching her group fight from a place along a nearby wall. The collision wasn't his fault! She had to be at least a foot smaller than him, and he hadn't been too focused on where he was going nor watching out for whatever might have been below him. He murmured some half-hearted apologies to the woman, but he had more important things to do. "Wrong way," he scolded himself, quickly leaving their site of battle as to not distract them. Where on earth was his group?

However, he didn't have to wonder for very long, as his head suddenly snapped to attention toward a spot much deeper in the maze of the city. It was Raisa. He was certain of it. Why he knew this... he didn't know. And his feeling of certainty washed away only a few seconds later. Why had he been so positive that she was there? Had he gained some cool new Jedi-mind-trick?! Well, he did know that it wouldn't hurt to find out, taking off toward the spot the mage had, unknowingly to him, used her attention-grabbing ability.

How lucky had he been? The spot that he'd been directed to was exactly where his teammates were, both Nick Fury and Rainbow Dash! And they were alive, which was good. Funerals were so expensive, and he wasn't intent on attending one either... However, they both looked like they could use a bit of help, help Rabesach was eager to provide. "Did you guys think you could get rid of me that easily?" he sneered as he charged at the doppelgänger, not waiting for instruction, and swinging his metallic claws in its direction. "How do we kill it?" he cried. He was eager to stab the creature, though it swung back at him. Unknowing of the headmaster's abilities, he figured it'd be best to not let it lay a finger upon him, so he dodged, only able to barely scrape its arm before falling back.

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As he had rushed through the air, Makoto had not been paying attention to his surroundings at all. The exhilaration of finally being able to fly freely in the air caused a reckless glint to reappear once again in his eyes as he rushed along. So caught up with his new found freedom, Makoto did not notice the group that he passed by in a flurry…and the doppelganger that he almost flew right above of. But as his eyes had in slow motion turned down towards the daggers that had flown towards his more than exposed underside, a shriek left Makoto as what felt like a tug on the back of his brain caused his body to move by itself. “Move to the right, then dive straight downward!” Makoto’s body followed the orders as he dodged the in-coming danger and flew downwards, his legs flailing against his own mental- and very much verbal- protests to a safe area. “What’da hell?!” Flames swirled around him as Makoto turned around rapidly, his tail swishing angrily in the air as he stepped out in his human form. “What’chu do that for, you-!” But his voice came to a stop as he watched Raisa rush towards the doppelgänger by herself, disbelief on his face as he remembered the distinct voice of his mother telling him that Mages tended to be weak. “Wha-?” Makoto scratched his head as he watched the fight, unsure of what he should do as he looked left and right with a questioning gaze as if someone would suddenly appear and give him guidance.
No one did, obviously, and the only person that came hurtling his way was Raisa. “Uh,” Makoto stared down at Raisa with his mouth open before the sound of rushing wind hurtled in his direction. His head shooting upwards, Makoto felt his mouth falling open again as the doppelgänger flew their way, causing him to reflexively kick off against the ground with Raisa clasped tightly in his hands. Flipping once in the air, Makoto watched as Rabesach dodged the doppelgänger's attack before returning his attention to where to land. “For fuck’s sake!” Makoto yelled, landing soundly on his feet before setting Raisa down on the ground. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! What the fuck were you doing?!” Looking down at Rabesach and the doppelgänger, Makoto cursed before rounding on Raisa again, an angry look in his eyes as he looked down at the mage. “Jus’ stay here n’ don’ move.” Leaping off of the ledge of the building, Makoto hopped over to Rabesach as he grabbed his sheathed sword, twirling it around before spitting on the ground.
“Ya figure’d out how’t works?” He yelled, dodging an attack as he unsheathed his sword, throwing the sheath aside without a care. Blue flames flared up around Makoto’s sword, twisting and twirling in the air as Makoto charged at the doppelgänger, attempting to land a slash at its head. The attack was blocked, causing Makoto to double back with a curse. “Oi, mage!” Makoto yelled, his flames surging around his feet as he tried to corner the doppelgänger against a wall, unwilling to go too close to it as well because this was the woman even his own mother respected. That was but a small indication as to the large wealth of power the Headmistress could have and it didn’t matter if the thing that Makoto was now facing off with beside Rabesach was but a small mirror image. But it didn’t matter to Makoto. We need to act fast and get done with this before the blasted teacher comes along as well. Taking a few leaps back, Makoto kept his blue flames around the doppleganger.
Raising his sword above his head, Makoto took in a large deep breath while raising his sword above his head, taking a strong stance as he let his flames fall back down to the ground.
Without a second thought, Makoto charged at the doppelganger with a battle cry, his voice ringing in the air as his sword clashed against the doppelganger’s, the sound of metal clashing against metal ringing through the air. Pulling back, Makoto rounded the doppelganger and attacked again, his sword swishing down in a deadly arc to no avail once more. Frustration clouded every facet of Makoto’s face as he caused flames to appear around his sword. Heat purred at his skin as Makoto tried once again, dodging the attacks of the doppelganger before striking some of his own. It seemed as if nothing would come out of the fight as nothing seemed to work out- the flames did not hurt the doppelganger at all and both were almost as fast. “Rabesach!” Makoto snarled out, locked in stance as he tried to hold off the doppelganger’s sword away from his own neck, “Attack it!”

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Raisa skidded backward, slamming abruptly into something. It was not, however, the wall she had expected to run against. Rather, it was the telltale warmth and paradoxically yielding firmness of another person, one who caught her instinctively by the shoulders and halted her slide backwards. The mage swung about, twitching slightly in surprise as she tried to conceal her fright at the sudden feeling of hands holding onto her as she looked back, breathing a sigh as her scarlet eye met the twin azure orbs of the Qilin. It looked like he was unharmed, at least. Her relief, however, was short-lived, as his expression swiftly turned to a scowl as he glared daggers at her. She grimaced, slapping herself in the face mentally. It seemed the unreasonable boy was angry at her for the means she'd used, even if she had only been trying to save his life. He looked like he sorely wanted to give her another lecture about his freedom, and probably another rude gesture to go with it, but his attention was swiftly diverted by something - namely, the doppelganger of the headmistress who was already advancing on them with sword in hand, abruptly sweeping this weapon out at them as it coalesced the shadows surrounding it into a vastly expanded blade, aiming to carve through her head and the vitals of the taller Qilin behind her in one blow. Raisa was just about to disentangle herself from the angry Qilin and try to draw it off before it reached him - while she might not be able to match it in strength, her reinforcement magic would more than allow her enough speed to compensate, especially considering that the construct seemed to be favoring the ankle she'd slashed in her brief engagement with it - but, to her surprise, Makoto seemed to be ready to do anything but let go of her. In an instant, she found one of the hands on her shoulders releasing its grip, instantly winding itself downward around her knees and sweeping her off her feet as he knelt for a moment, pulling her straight down beneath the sweep of the blade, before bracing himself against the ground and launching upward in an instant as the doppelganger reversed its attack, hacking through the space they'd occupied just a moment prior as they soared into the air.

Raisa gave a cry of surprise and fright at the sudden motion, her mind taking a moment of confusion to process what had just happened. It seemed he was at least willing to pay his debts, as he'd gone out of his way to save her just as she had rescued him. However, what she didn't like was the means he'd chosen. People touching her unexpectedly wasn't Raisa's strong suit, least of all when they were handling her with enough force to drag her off her feet and carry her several yards into the air.

The backflip at the end of the jump really didn't make her feel very comfortable, either. Hastily disengaging herself the moment he released her, she stumbled to her feet, feeling almost as nauseous as if she'd just teleported. It seemed the boy wasn't keen on giving her a moment to compose herself after being bodily hauled - well, actually, now that she thought about it, he'd actually chosen a fairly gentle means of relocating her to safety, but a princess carry had problems of its own, ones that she really, really would rather not think about at the moment - one story upward, as he - the one who had gone charging off towards a violent and powerful creature without waiting for any support or assistance - began berating her - the one who had been forced to rush in after him to bail him out - for acting irrationally.

"For fuck’s sake! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! What the fuck were you doing?!” He bellowed, all but shaking her violently to emphasize his exasperation and disbelief.

"Assaulting a humanoid facsimile of a powerful magician with nothing but my wits and a knife to buy time for a certain maniac to get himself out of the way," Replied Raisa matter-of-factly, her previously calm demeanor shattering in an instant as her eye narrowed in a scowl. She was practically snarling as she spoke, her words containing a icy, bitingly sarcastic air that was completely unlike her meek, polite attitude up until then. It seemed that Makoto's rudeness and lack of consideration for anybody but himself had finally pushed her past the breaking point, as she began snapping at him with all the repressed frustration she had kept bottled up since meeting the self-centered boy. "Which is still, I might add, a better plan that whatever the hell you thought you were doing!" She added angrily, cutting off the Qilin as he tried to tell her to just stay put. Even as he turned to leave, she continued shouting at his retreating back, her point not yet made. "Seriously, what even is all this hysteria about me supposedly mind controlling you people? If I could just snap my fingers and make you behave, do you think I'd have waited until you almost got yourself killed to do anything?! And what, exactly, did you think YOU were doing, just flying off all alone right into an enemy that was meant to be a challenge for all three of us?! What were you trying to prove?! What if you'd gotten yourself killed?! What is even wrong with you?! You... You reckless... hare-brained, clueless, annoying, so-unbelievably-irresponsible-you-make-imps-look-like-saints-PINHEAD!" Her voice slowly built in volume and anger until it reached a crescendo of exasperation and frustration that resounded off the rooftop and throughout the surrounding cityscape.

Taking a deep breath, Raisa's attitude snapped back to normal in the blink of an eye as she seemed to calm herself, remembering where she was and the mission she had been charged with completing. Her face once more donned its customary passive, unflappable expression. This was no time to lose her cool. They were in the middle of a battle, and by the look of things, even with the wound she'd inflicted on the doppelganger, it was still more than capable of defending itself. But that didn't matter. She had already managed to work out roughly how their opponent fought - and if she knew that much, then she knew how to win.

Leaping down from the roof, she flicked her knife into a reverse grip, concentrating what little remained of her power after her long range teleportation into her body as she bounded forward. With a clashing of steel against steel, Makoto's sword met that of the doppelganger as he tried in vain to pierce its defenses. Bellowing at the other Demon for assistance, he tried to hold it back, but to no avail. As it pressed its blade down against him, it seemed as though he would be overwhelmed - until a bolt of black and red seemingly materialized from thin air directly beside him, its knife plunging into the overextended arm of the distracted doppelganger. Concealed by her eye's power, she managed to sneak up on it while Makoto diverted its attention with his furious assault, and landed a solid blow that would cripple its sword arm. Slashing her knife out from the wound it had inflicted, she tried to follow up her attack, only for the enemy, stumbling aside to avoid being bisected by the Qilin's sword as its own weapon fell to the ground from limp, bloodied fingers, to slip around behind her, laying hold of her shadow with its powers and using it to grab onto her legs and fling her to the ground. Giving a cry of pain as her own shadow violently lacerated her ankles, she stumbled, collapsing as her knife clattered to the ground in front of her. However, as the doppelganger tried to expand its shadowy tendrils to finish the mage where she lay, it stopped, as though repulsed by some unknown force, and leaped backward.

Raisa smiled despite the burning agony working its way up her legs as blood stained her black stockings. She'd been right.

"Makoto! Your flames cause shadows to stretch away from them! Follow it and use them to keep it from using its magic to block! Rabesach, close in from the left! I've crippled both its arm and leg on that side! Aim for its throat and finish it off before it can get away!" She cried, hastily giving her orders before it was too late. In each engagement with the enemy, she'd focused on weakening its defenses further and further, disarming it, slowing its movements, and creating a massive opening on its left side. So long as it didn't have some sort of unseen third weapon at its disposal, it shouldn't have been able to react before the demon who had just arrived could cut it down from the flank. Raisa had gambled on the weakness in its shadow magic, and it seemed she had been right. She could only hope that the others could take advantage of the opening she had created to finish it off. Out of power and with her legs in too much pain to walk, there wasn't much more she could do to help in this fight.

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A darkly red-haired demon was quickly bypassing nearly every thing and person that came near his way. Of course it was hardly surprising when he came headfirst into an unsuspecting mage, a fellow teacher no less, who was now laid flat on the ground along with Ludovic. Naturally of course it wasn't Lulu's fault!

"Ludovic? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you suppose to be supervising a group of newcomers now?" The voice was ever-so familair that it pained the demon to even acknowledge Midora, knowing that the mage wouldn't take the knock so lightly. As he rubbed his forehead the demon got to his feet swiftly and merely sulked at his colleague.

"Oh am' fine thanks for askin'." He promptly replied with a raised brow. Ludovic was well-aware on where he ought to be at that moment, and could clearly see he wasn't there. He watched somewhat curiously as Midora gathered his belongings, seemingly nothing wrecked in the collision. "I supervise from a distance what can ah' say. Their fine."

"I guess someone never changed," Lulu merely rolled his eyes in silent annoyance, not really daring to gather the courage to protest out-right at the man. Not that he was scared however, he just didn't see a point to it. For now. A moment or so later Midora brought something to the demons attention and quickly grasped his focus. "here, you'll need this to find your group. Go now." Reluctantly taking the map he briefly glanced over it before shoving the piece of paper into one of his pockets. He had all the information he needed now and was good to go.

"Way ahead of yah' old man I got this," Offering his words in a slight teasing manner the demon smirked rather proudly, clearly taking amusement in the nickname. "I gotta get some new students and take em' to Zita first, if that's alright with you, boss?" With a heavy sigh the demon was only playing around with the old guy, and yet knew he was quite right in what he said. "Then I'll get onto my group. I'm certainly-certain they're still alive, somewhere."

With a lighthearted grin and wave the demon took his leave just then. "Now, you take it easy, yah' hear?"



Leaving Midora, the demon took the chance to finally seek out the new students before finding the lovely Zita. He knew where the boys were and it certainly didn't take long to hunt to two down. Promptly arriving at the classroom minutes after, it wasn't long before Ludovic found himself in the presence of the two new students. He briefly looked the pair over, mentally giving judgement though not bothered to vocalize it. "Mao and Heikichi, right?"

Without awaiting further acknowledgements, the red head motion with his hand for the two boys to follow him as he began leading them to their designated teacher. Leaving the halls of the academy Ludovic guided the boys outside until his sights fell onto the woman in question, Zita, who was nearby. Walking over to the lady the demon offered a cheerful little smile. She was certainly a pretty girl and he was always happy in her company.

"Hey Zita! Looks-a-like we got a switch-a-roo here. This is Mao and Heikichi, the two new students assigned to your group. I'll be taking Lashes and Danica out of your little hands." Once the two boys were close enough the demon merely pushed the pair forward in-front of their new teacher. "Yah' best be on your best-est behaviour."

With little else to say at that moment Ludovic saw it best to let the group get to know one another on their own. "Well, you all know the drill, maybe next time you'll actually make it to an exercise!" Taking Lashes and Danica along with him, the demon showed the pair to their new group before continuing on his way out of the academy grounds.



Challenging himself to actually look at the map again, which he begrudgingly did so, Lulu made a mental note of the location his team was suppose to be before hurrying on over to the town. He was quite familiar with the layout and the demon wasted little time in navigating himself around before making his way to his desired location. Of course, what with the ruckus that bellowed around him, Ludovic could already tell he was pretty close.

Quietly side-stepping into the area he didn't openly make his presence known, but rather merely took a seat wherever he could and observed the three students; Raise, Makoto and Rabesach. He knew who they were immediately, having looked at their files. They certainly sounded interesting and were bonding just fine.

Kicking back with a sigh, the demon began making some notes and was quite excited to see the outcome. He decided to hold-off from introducing himself just yet, since he didn't want to distract the students from their battle.

He'd wait for now.

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Rabesach was... confused. Some part of him had figured that their quarreling would have stopped for the fight, that they would have come together in these moments to defeat the adversary before them. The cheesy and cliché mannerisms seemed to be in his partners' personalities, or so he'd imagined. Actually, it seemed that things were quite the opposite. Raisa and Makoto, once again leaving him grounded while they soared to higher elevations, were yelling, profanities being thrown like punches... well, if you can count a rather loud cry of "pinhead" as a swear. The whole scene was rather dramatic, and even the doppelganger seemed to have hesitated at the sound of their argument echoing down to them from the rooftop above. "Am I interrupting something?" he shouted, nearly requesting that they go ahead and get a room, before the doppelganger made its move, its weapon meeting his before he shoved it off and away.

However, before Rabesach could even think to attack and fulfil his desires of blood lust, Makoto came swooping from the sky, his blade meeting the doppelganger’s in a rather loud manner. "Rabesach! Attack it! the demon screamed, obviously struggling under the weight of the enemy's weapon, a sword dangerously close to his neck. It was when Rabesach charged his metallic claws extended outwards, that he noticed Raisa already there, causing him to swerve to a stop so that he didn't skewer his teammate. His attempt to maneuver around her was a hasty and poorly executed one, Rabesach landing upon his rear end as he tried to slide away. He leapt up easily, though he noticed that Raisa was not as lucky, as her own shadow began to attack her.

But she got up, despite her injury, one which Rabesach could not, for some reason, depart his eyes from. The blood that poured from her wound and discolored her socks was rather mesmerizing, and he could have continued to stare if his instincts had not told him to move, quickly directing his focus to the matter at hand. He didn't feel bad, not one bit, for glorifying the girl's pain and bloodshed into something worth being admired. It was something that he would do, after all, engrained in his strange personality. But that did not stop him from inwardly cursing himself. If he had just made physical contact with the monster when he had gotten the chance, then he could have easily made the creature change sides. How cool would they be if they were the group who had not only defeated their doppelganger, but made it friendly as well. Just a bit of moral manipulation and he could do it. He could make it switch sides.

But that wasn't what his partners needed him to do, or, at least, was not what they expressed. For Raisa's order came as "Rabesach, close in from the left! I've crippled both its arm and leg on that side! Aim for its throat and finish it off before it can get away!" He had a choice. Did he follow the orders of his group or follow his own gut instinct?

Rabesach took of sprinting toward the creature, adrenaline pumping through his veins, urging him forward. This was his chance, the biggest opening he'd gotten in this fight, and if he messed this up, he'd be doomed. They'd be doomed. Their teacher had yet to reveal himself as present, so if things were to go sour, who would have been there to aid them? He couldn't muck up his only shot. He wouldn't! Stupidly, possibly alerting the doppelganger to his presence, he allowed a battle cry to drag itself from his lips, rearing his right arm back before plunging his blades into the doppelganger, her blood splattering in most directions.

But he hadn't followed orders. His metal prongs now resided in her stomach, a spot far away from her neck. He had his own plan, and he didn't need Raisa nor Makoto to tell him what to do. Could he pull his party trick off? He'd better hope so, or else they'd be in big trouble.

Applying more focus into his next move than he had used in all of the battle, Rabesach placed his hand over the doppleganger's eyes, closing his own. Are we truly your enemies? Rethink your motives and your biases. You don't want to hurt us. You want to help. His power had grown noticeably weaker as he aged, and his attempts were already tiring him. He was almost positive that he wouldn't be able to do it.

He... well, he'd lost track of how long he'd done this for, his eyes snapping open as he felt the doppleganger's tense position grow less so, the creature letting out a confused noise that he supposed might have been its attempts to talk. The setting looked the same, his mage and demon teammates still at his side. However, some sort of peace had settled across the area, seeming to radiate from the monster that had once been their enemy. Now, its tendrils of shadows that had once coiled themselves around Raisa's leg now were inching back to the one who'd created them, slithering across the street like serpents. The doppleganger now looked a whole lot more like the headmistress in this state of calm, and he nearly felt guilty about how his blades still impaled her stomach.

Almost.

But, then again, this is Rabesach Vanafrea we are talking about, and his remorse was short lived. The demon viciously ripped his blades out of their new ally, tossing his hands into the air in celebration. A long cry of "Wooohooo! I did it!" escaped his lips. "You've got to admit, my magic trick was pretty cool. And, if you can't tell, I potty trained it... 'er, wait, no, that's a disgusting comparison. I tamed it! We better get some friggin' extra credit for that."

However, the doppleganger wasn't looking so good. Considering that Rabesach had run it through, that wasn't too hard to imagine, but he was pretty sure it'd bleed out if they didn't get help. If they lost their proof, how would they get recognition for it? They freakin' wouldn't, and Rabesach was not about to allow that. "Aye, mage, are you able to stand? You 'n pony boy should take this thing to the academy's nurse." He had suggested they do it, as he would have preferred to avoid the nurse's office as best as he could. Besides, his hands and metallic claws were covered in blood, and he would have leaped at the opportunity to go wash them.

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"Wooohooo! I did it!"

Slowly opening his eye to the sudden outburst of delighted joy that rang in his ears, the demon supervisor moved around a little before heaving himself upright and onto his feet. By the sounds of it, the group had been successful, and now he could finally meet them as the situation was safe and sound.

"...I tamed it! We better get some friggin' extra credit for that." The students, or student, were evidently happy at their small victory. They had been teacher-less this entire time and yet managed to defeat the doppelganger without any supervision. That little aspect was impressive in it's own way. Peering round from where he stood Ludovic watched the group for a moment, before stepping out fully as he eventually decided to approach them.

"Aye, mage, are you able to stand? You 'n pony boy should take this thing to the academy's nurse." Ludovic merely smiled and even chuckled a little as he waved his hands calmly in front of himself. "Whoa, whoa there, if it's dieing then just let the poor thing pass-on in peace." He stated aloud, dropping his hands and leaning to the side slightly.

"I gotta say you guys did better than I thought. I'm Ludovic Howl - your teacher." Glancing over the students it seemed like they needed some treatment themselves, never-mind the creature. "That thing will be fine, on the other hand you lot better get movin'. It's getting late and I'll get in trouble if you guys are still out here, like, seriously."

The demon pointed in the direction of the academy, standing and watching the youths rather carefully as he waited for the students to move themselves. "So get movin'. If your real quick I'll even give you that extra credit you were whining on about." Turning on his heel the demon walked ahead of the group, figuring they'd talk later since his priority was mainly to get them back to the academy. "Follow on kiddies."

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Now, at one point one might have stared asking themselves: where was Makoto amongst all the mess that occurred? After having flown down to pick up Raisa, had he just slipped back into the folds of the story, mingling himself with the objects of which authors imply to be there when they’re not? The fabrics of the story that readers make up with their own minds so as to focus on the main story plot? To be fair, that was sort of what happened; for as Makoto had let down Raisa, a seizure had wracked through his whole body, causing him to forcibly be drawn out of the mayhem that came to a final stop with Rabesach’s claws stuck firmly in the doppleganger’s torso. Now, what Makoto would have wished to happen was that he would defy Raisa’s orders- mages be damned-, swung in the direction of the doppleganger with sword and air ablaze and hack whatever surface he could reach. Heroic, eh? Dramatic? Definitely. And that really was what Makoto lived for everyday: some sort of drama. To live life to it’s fullest- trying to understand the terms “yolo” and “#youonlyliveonce” were the main objectives towards which the “old soul” within Makoto tried to strive towards. Obviously, defying the woman whom was able to control his limbs with her very orders was something that Makoto would see as underneath his life objectives.
But life tends to be cruel and his dream was dragged out of his hands. Instead…



He had been too careless. His body numb, Makoto felt himself keel over as his muscles seized against themselves, his breath leaving his lungs as his heart came to a stop. No. He struggled against the rock that seemed to clamp him down, but as it had been since his childhood, nothing could help Makoto as his bad luck seized him. He had been too careless. “Fuck-,” Grunting, Makoto tried to jog his lungs to work, but they faltered once more, as if they had taken many long years of smoking from another person. His legs refused to respond, as if Makoto had received the bad fortune of a kid whom had been destined to break his legs.
He had been careless because he had lost control over his powers. While Makoto had been so enticed with the idea of freedom and in his anger, his bad luck had been seeping from his pores, like black mist trailing behind him through the village. They had latched onto people like little tiny particles- especially on his two teammates. But Makoto had noticed his mistake, and with a small curse that probably no one but Raisa had heard, he had immediately drawn the negative energy into his own body, taking the consequences as his body seized against his mind. And as he lay there, body twitching slightly and unable to escape from the incoming doppleganger, Makoto could only berate himself and curse the world as he forced his lungs to work again, his healing Qilin blood slowly jogging life back into his body. Never doing this again. Twitching his fingers, Makoto waited for his legs to react as he tried to push himself up, his eyes bleary as he looked around before focusing on the man that just appeared.
"That thing will be fine, on the other hand you lot better get movin'. It's getting late and I'll get in trouble if you guys are still out here, like, seriously. So get movin'. If your real quick I'll even give you that extra credit you were whining on about. Follow on kiddies." Makoto looked at the man with disbelief as he forced himself to sit up, his legs still recuperating from being crushed by his own powers. They would take longer to heal but not too long, and as his annoyance swelled along with his pain, Makoto could only bite his tongue, as he knew he was not in a shape to fight. He had been useless during the fight that much was obvious for the young Qilin- a large pout had formed on his face as he flickered a look between Rabesach and Raisa. It would be no lie that he felt more respect towards the two- especially the mage- but his hurt pride caused Makoto to fold his arms together and his lower-lip to jut out, his back turned towards them as he consciously kept an eye on his powers. “I can’ move,” Makoto finally said over his shoulder, his eyes still shut and his lower-lip still as pouty as ever, “m’ legs are broke n’ still need time t’ heal.”

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✮ Raisa A. Gremory ✮





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All things considered, the battle had gone decently well, mused the Magus, forcing herself to a kneeling posture despite the searing pain running up and down her legs each time she moved them. Rabesach, for his part, had managed to mostly stay out of the line of fire, allowing the two of them to draw the creature's attention, since they, unlike him, were equipped with combat-based powers that would allow them to handle such things with less difficulty. Once its attention was diverted, he'd done more than just deal the final blow - he'd assumed direct control of the creature they'd been sent to slay. However, she herself hadn't fared quite so well, and Makoto, it seemed, had suffered the worst injuries of any of them. He hadn't been directly hit, true, but in the instant she'd been struck, her green eye had noticed something that otherwise might have slipped by her. There had been some sort of curse that had been cast - although she wasn't sure from where - that had caused her to be incapable of avoiding being cut down by the doppelganger. But by all rights, a curse like that should have at the very least fated her legs to be crippled instead of merely lacerated, or, much more likely, destined major arteries to be cut so that she'd have bled to death. Yet, when she analyzed her own condition using her reinforcement magic, she found that her wounds were rather minor, the cuts being rather shallow and insignificant, although they were, admittedly, fairly messy. First thing was first. She reinforced her blood surrounding the wounds, causing it to coagulate instantly and seal the lacerations, a solution which seemed all too simple considering the fact that she'd just been cursed. Looking back on the battle, she could only draw one conclusion. The instant that it had happened, the curse's target had changed. Makoto was supposed to be a Qilin, and from what she knew of them, they supposedly brought good fortune. Surely, his suddenly and unexpectedly being injured in the same way she by all rights should have been couldn't have been a coincidence. Had he taken on her misfortune so as to save her? He had seemed rather unexpectedly concerned for her safety earlier when she'd first arrived on the scene, too... And yet she'd let her temper get the better of her and had only yelled at him for his selflessness. She flushed with shame, remembering how she'd insulted him, her dignity thoroughly broken by her own perceived immaturity. She didn't deserve to have been rescued by him after being so inexcusably rude.

Forcing herself to her feet, she staggered slightly, trying to ignore the burning pain in her legs as they protested her rough treatment of them. Sheathing her knife, she limped over to the fallen Qilin, and knelt beside him, facing away as she did so in an uncharacteristically bashful attempt to hide her own humiliation over her prior outburst. Finally, when she felt she was sufficiently composed, she looked back, a slight grimace lingering on her face as she tried to pretend that she was unharmed. It was a thoroughly unreasonable thing to do, and would probably only make the otherwise minor injuries she had sustained more serious, but one good deed warranted another, and she didn't want to owe anybody anything. "Pull yourself up onto my back," She said quietly, disregarding her own injuries as her stubborn nature commanded her to make amends for the damage she'd unwittingly forced Makoto to inflict on himself to save her. "I'll carry you back to the academy." Seeming to notice how she was in no place to offer such assistance when her own condition was hardly better, she pouted slightly, adding some "reasoning" to justify her own stubbornness. "I can reinforce my body to support your weight, and we both need to go to the healers anyway, so we're headed to the same place. I might as well take you there while I'm at it."