Introduction
The University of Broken Chains has always been an extravagant school, complete with living quarters, labs, intelligent and, at times, brutal teachers, cafeteria and everything else a large, 15+ building campus would have. The only thing different is the courses, students, instructors, and everything else you would think of when going to a higher learning course. For this building was established in the 1805 when the first string of "extraordinary" students started stepping forward. No one knew if these creatures of the dark and light lived in seclusion, dodging history and only living in the hearts and stories of children and elders, but around the time the school was built, they stepped forward, proclaiming their powers and the right to be with society.
But not everyone agreed with them. The "Norms" of society stood out, protesting that they didn't want their innocent children fouled by these vampires, spirits, witches, demons and remaining otherworldly "abominations." So it was Vladamir Poe who was the first to suggest that all supernatural beings mature enough to enter a college atmosphere should have the right to learn. Not only about the tedious academia courses, the algebra, the trigonometry, the english, the speech, but also learn more about their skills.
Abrupt to the protests and lynches of future students, Mr. Poe opened the Broken Chains University to help these creatures defend themselves from the public that hated them so much. From that day forward, every being with a talent misconstrued as a curse was asked to join. Expenses covered by the many governments that just wanted their "problems" locked away from the Norms, food catered to everyone's specific liking, security to try and cut down on the natural riff raff that would occur withing the walls of the establishment. Everything seems so simple and easy, correct?
Having so much power in one area is never easy, nor simple. If it wasn't the students that would try to kill each other it would be the many, many saboteurs, assassins, and vigilantes that sneak into the University to "expunge the buildings of the impure." So, that's the way it's been. After Vladamir, a vampiric spirits himself, was killed by a brilliantly concocted ruse formulated by the norms, the school went into recession, keeping out anybody who might harm the students, but also leaving the talented out in the world, loose with their powers too untamed to control.
It's only recently the doors have opened, shrouded with mystery, a new Headmaster, new teachers, new classes and a completely institutionalized and revamped college experience. So, will your creature be accepted? What does this new school have in stock? Will it be better than before, or simply another ruse, doomed to fail like before?
Rules
-You cannot be overpowered
-You cannot play other peoples roles (Such as taking their responses in physical or dialogue)
-This is a mature roleplay, so don't be immature.
-No cussing for the sake of profanity.
-You must post at least a few times a week.
-No posts shorter than a paragraph (Unless painfully obvious that it has to be short)
-Just do what you came here to do and have fun
-If someone has a problem due to other team members or anything else, PM me.
Character sheet
- Name:
- Age:
- Descrpition(Either picture or detailed explanation):
- Race:
- Power(one please):
- Supernatural talent(different than power):
- What are you going to college for?:
- Personality:
- BIO:
- Other:
Examples of Races
- Vampire
- Witches
- Demons
- Imps
- Spirits
- Fallen Angels
- Sirens
- If you have one you want to put in, please send me a PM and approve or reject.
But not everyone agreed with them. The "Norms" of society stood out, protesting that they didn't want their innocent children fouled by these vampires, spirits, witches, demons and remaining otherworldly "abominations." So it was Vladamir Poe who was the first to suggest that all supernatural beings mature enough to enter a college atmosphere should have the right to learn. Not only about the tedious academia courses, the algebra, the trigonometry, the english, the speech, but also learn more about their skills.
Abrupt to the protests and lynches of future students, Mr. Poe opened the Broken Chains University to help these creatures defend themselves from the public that hated them so much. From that day forward, every being with a talent misconstrued as a curse was asked to join. Expenses covered by the many governments that just wanted their "problems" locked away from the Norms, food catered to everyone's specific liking, security to try and cut down on the natural riff raff that would occur withing the walls of the establishment. Everything seems so simple and easy, correct?
Having so much power in one area is never easy, nor simple. If it wasn't the students that would try to kill each other it would be the many, many saboteurs, assassins, and vigilantes that sneak into the University to "expunge the buildings of the impure." So, that's the way it's been. After Vladamir, a vampiric spirits himself, was killed by a brilliantly concocted ruse formulated by the norms, the school went into recession, keeping out anybody who might harm the students, but also leaving the talented out in the world, loose with their powers too untamed to control.
It's only recently the doors have opened, shrouded with mystery, a new Headmaster, new teachers, new classes and a completely institutionalized and revamped college experience. So, will your creature be accepted? What does this new school have in stock? Will it be better than before, or simply another ruse, doomed to fail like before?
Rules
-You cannot be overpowered
-You cannot play other peoples roles (Such as taking their responses in physical or dialogue)
-This is a mature roleplay, so don't be immature.
-No cussing for the sake of profanity.
-You must post at least a few times a week.
-No posts shorter than a paragraph (Unless painfully obvious that it has to be short)
-Just do what you came here to do and have fun
-If someone has a problem due to other team members or anything else, PM me.
Character sheet
- Name:
- Age:
- Descrpition(Either picture or detailed explanation):
- Race:
- Power(one please):
- Supernatural talent(different than power):
- What are you going to college for?:
- Personality:
- BIO:
- Other:
Examples of Races
- Vampire
- Witches
- Demons
- Imps
- Spirits
- Fallen Angels
- Sirens
- If you have one you want to put in, please send me a PM and approve or reject.
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Like all good things, Daisys shower had to end. Her hands were starting to prune and her skin was red from her scrubbing, it was a good feeling. She wrapped herself in a fuzzy towel and looked out of the glass walls, shuddering. The storm had finally come to and Daisy was much more terrified of storms that she had liked to admit, it made her feel ansty. She tired the towel around her and hastily closed all of the curtains in the bathroom and room, not wanting to have to watch it. When the task was finished she went over to her closet and pulled out some clothes, throwing them on her. She smiled, the feeling of clean clothes on her body even better than she had remembered it. She finished the rest of her grooming process, the storms wailing outside of her windows.
She grimaced, deciding that she would much rather be somewhere else. She grabbed the first book that she saw, an encyclopedia of flowers as well as a hoodie. She might as well learn how to read in some quiet. She wouldn't be able to avoid the storm if she wanted to make it to the library. She just hoped that it wouldn't be too bad as it seemed up here. She took a few deep breaths, trying to pump herself up. She could do it, there was nothing with a storm, right? It couldn't kill you, right?
Morbid thoughts popped into her head, each one dipicting a different way to die in a storm, several of them realistic. She sighed and walked out of her door before she could talk herself out of it, taking the elevator down to the first floor. She pulled the hoodie on, hiding the book under it, on top of her waist. She watched the outside storm down, making her shudder. She sighed, opened the door, and took a run for it.
The rain pounded on her head, making her feel weaker than she would have liked to admit. Everytime it thundered or lightening struck, she jumped. But the library wasn't far from here. She just looked down at her shoe, trying to ignore the storm, clutching the book.
A rather loud boom of thunder went of that sounded closer to her likes. Just as that happened, she collided with another body, making her scream. She fell to the ground, the book sliding from her waist. She looked up and saw Jinx, having collided into him. She scrambled for her book, picking it up and giving him a weak smile.
"Sorry about that, do you know where the library is?" She asked hastily, uncomfortable to be in the storm. She looked down at her soaked book and frowned, the thing soaking wet. "Or better yet, wanna go to the bar or something, this is probably bbeyond reading until it dries out." She said, grabbing his arm before he had a chance to answer and walking off in a random direction. She wanted out of this storm and she was not going to wait from an answer from Jinx. When they got someplace warm and not so stormy maybe she would have the chance to ask him why he was so sad before.
She grimaced, deciding that she would much rather be somewhere else. She grabbed the first book that she saw, an encyclopedia of flowers as well as a hoodie. She might as well learn how to read in some quiet. She wouldn't be able to avoid the storm if she wanted to make it to the library. She just hoped that it wouldn't be too bad as it seemed up here. She took a few deep breaths, trying to pump herself up. She could do it, there was nothing with a storm, right? It couldn't kill you, right?
Morbid thoughts popped into her head, each one dipicting a different way to die in a storm, several of them realistic. She sighed and walked out of her door before she could talk herself out of it, taking the elevator down to the first floor. She pulled the hoodie on, hiding the book under it, on top of her waist. She watched the outside storm down, making her shudder. She sighed, opened the door, and took a run for it.
The rain pounded on her head, making her feel weaker than she would have liked to admit. Everytime it thundered or lightening struck, she jumped. But the library wasn't far from here. She just looked down at her shoe, trying to ignore the storm, clutching the book.
A rather loud boom of thunder went of that sounded closer to her likes. Just as that happened, she collided with another body, making her scream. She fell to the ground, the book sliding from her waist. She looked up and saw Jinx, having collided into him. She scrambled for her book, picking it up and giving him a weak smile.
"Sorry about that, do you know where the library is?" She asked hastily, uncomfortable to be in the storm. She looked down at her soaked book and frowned, the thing soaking wet. "Or better yet, wanna go to the bar or something, this is probably bbeyond reading until it dries out." She said, grabbing his arm before he had a chance to answer and walking off in a random direction. She wanted out of this storm and she was not going to wait from an answer from Jinx. When they got someplace warm and not so stormy maybe she would have the chance to ask him why he was so sad before.
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Jinx stumbled back as someone collided into him. He blinked as he saw Daisy before he offered her a faint smile. “Yeah I just came from there.” He saw the state of the book and frowned at its soaking condition. “I will fix that once we arrive.” He told her calmly as he turned around. He felt her grab his arm and start leading him away. “H-Hey where are you taking me?” he asked her as he had to scramble and use his staff to keep his balance. He was curious as to where she was taking him but sighed giving up on guessing accepting his fate. He heard a crack of thunder and saw a bolt of lightning in the sky, “nature is a powerful force… I wonder if there is any way to control the power of a storm. Probably a stupid idea to try out.” he thought to himself as he let himself be dragged along. The rain soaking him, but he didn’t seem to mind to badly, he liked nature even storms, though sometimes it distracted him and made fire magic harder to use. He shuddered at the thought of fire, “…probably can’t use that magic for a while…” he thought to himself.
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"Your life no longer belongs to me, it belongs to your corruption..." a voice rang out in Teryl's head, "I release you from your duties..." the visions of haunted pasts started to swirl around the angels mind. After the drink, Teryl decided to take a brief nap and wait out the storm, but like a ominous presence, the storm brought out the worst of his nightmares. He suffered from these depictions from the past on regular nights, let alone nights where it was storming out. He twisted and turned, feeling and hearing his metal clanking about. He usually had these kind of sleeps. Not really 100% gone, but not really 100% awake. More like a dreamscape where the illusions of his past would come to taunt him. They were never illusions of serenity either, always illusions of fear and turmoil. Illusions of his past life, of people he's accidentally killed, the law he broke in heaven, everything.
The dreamscape now was just as real as it was before. He stood up from his bed and stumbled about, almost in a drunk fashion but completely disoriented. In his mind, his eyes started casting a cavalcade of corruption. A myriad of memories. They swirled around him. Inaudible screams, taunts, angry cries from mothers and fathers condemning him to hell. The angry faces, the sadness, the looks of dismay and horror were floating around him as the screams started to become deafening. Teryl screamed and picked up the end table next to him, about to throw when a glow started to silence the madness. He looked through his helmet at the figure in the distance and dropped the furniture piece, hearing a leg on it crack. The soothing voice was familiar and he walked towards it. It started a whisper and slowly transformed into a sweet melody that was being sung...a familiar melody.
The closer he got the presence, the warmer her felt. The light was blinding, but he needed to be near it, to hear her voice once more, to feel her compassion again. He arrived to see a pale woman sitting on a stone bench, playing a miniature harp and singing along with the finger picks. She had blue eyes and auburn hair, freckles scattered across her cheek and a smile as she looked at him.
"Myriam..." he whispered. The closer he got towards her, the slower the song was being played and the joyous look on her face twisted into anger and disgust. She stopped playing and began to walk away, "Never dismay he me with your presence again you fallen behemoth..." the voice spoke as she continued to walk away, gliding into the air.
"N-No..." he whispered and began to run, trying to chase her, stay with her...touch her.
"I release you..." she spoke, giving one more disgusted look as Teryl was ripped from his dream.
Teryl had wandered towards the balcony and had fallen over the side trying to chase the woman. He woke up mid way down, unsure on where he was or what was going on. He finally realized what had happened as he slammed into the cobblestone below, snapping the stone in twain and shooting pain all over his body. The sound of the heavy rain and thunder drown out the sound of the collision and his painful yell. He grunted and groaned, unable to move at the moment and just heard the pitter patter of rain on his metal. He looked up at the sky through his slotted eyes as the combination of rain water mixed with the newly formed tears in his eyes. "Myriam..." (Moved to Campus Overview)
The dreamscape now was just as real as it was before. He stood up from his bed and stumbled about, almost in a drunk fashion but completely disoriented. In his mind, his eyes started casting a cavalcade of corruption. A myriad of memories. They swirled around him. Inaudible screams, taunts, angry cries from mothers and fathers condemning him to hell. The angry faces, the sadness, the looks of dismay and horror were floating around him as the screams started to become deafening. Teryl screamed and picked up the end table next to him, about to throw when a glow started to silence the madness. He looked through his helmet at the figure in the distance and dropped the furniture piece, hearing a leg on it crack. The soothing voice was familiar and he walked towards it. It started a whisper and slowly transformed into a sweet melody that was being sung...a familiar melody.
The closer he got the presence, the warmer her felt. The light was blinding, but he needed to be near it, to hear her voice once more, to feel her compassion again. He arrived to see a pale woman sitting on a stone bench, playing a miniature harp and singing along with the finger picks. She had blue eyes and auburn hair, freckles scattered across her cheek and a smile as she looked at him.
"Myriam..." he whispered. The closer he got towards her, the slower the song was being played and the joyous look on her face twisted into anger and disgust. She stopped playing and began to walk away, "Never dismay he me with your presence again you fallen behemoth..." the voice spoke as she continued to walk away, gliding into the air.
"N-No..." he whispered and began to run, trying to chase her, stay with her...touch her.
"I release you..." she spoke, giving one more disgusted look as Teryl was ripped from his dream.
Teryl had wandered towards the balcony and had fallen over the side trying to chase the woman. He woke up mid way down, unsure on where he was or what was going on. He finally realized what had happened as he slammed into the cobblestone below, snapping the stone in twain and shooting pain all over his body. The sound of the heavy rain and thunder drown out the sound of the collision and his painful yell. He grunted and groaned, unable to move at the moment and just heard the pitter patter of rain on his metal. He looked up at the sky through his slotted eyes as the combination of rain water mixed with the newly formed tears in his eyes. "Myriam..." (Moved to Campus Overview)
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Daisy dragged Jinx along, just anxious to get out of the storm. Everytime thunder rung and lightening would fill up the sky, she would jump. But she smiled at Jinx with his promise to fix the book, now that would actually be useful if she been capable of reading it. But she saw a building up ahead and took no hesitation in entering it, storms freaked her out way to much. Apparently she had made her way to a large theater room, placing the book on the closest chair. She shook her head and took the wet sweater off, grateful that she had decided to put a tank top underneath.
"sorry for dragging you off to the middle of nowhere, I just didn't wanna stay in the storm too long, they freak me out I guess." She told him with a small shrug, trying to squeeze the water out of her hair. "But anyways, you don't have to stay if you don't wanna but the compagny would always be nice." She told him with a nice grin before she picked the sweater and book and as she made her way to the steps, making her way to the stage. "So, what's the tragic story of the wizard Jinx?" She called out to him, making her way down the steps. "I mean, I guess we all have one or else we wouldn't be here, it doesn't help that you looked incredibly sad all day. I may be a demon but I still understand the human spectrum of emotion." She joked with her, finally making it to the bottom. She sat crossed legged on the stage, looking out on the expence of the building.
She motioned for Jinx to come down and patted the floor beside her. "I mean, there's no need to spill all the secrets at first glance, but hey. If you wanna talk I'm cool with it, it just looks like it would be nice to take whatevers on your shoulders off of them." She told him with a small shrug and a smile.
"sorry for dragging you off to the middle of nowhere, I just didn't wanna stay in the storm too long, they freak me out I guess." She told him with a small shrug, trying to squeeze the water out of her hair. "But anyways, you don't have to stay if you don't wanna but the compagny would always be nice." She told him with a nice grin before she picked the sweater and book and as she made her way to the steps, making her way to the stage. "So, what's the tragic story of the wizard Jinx?" She called out to him, making her way down the steps. "I mean, I guess we all have one or else we wouldn't be here, it doesn't help that you looked incredibly sad all day. I may be a demon but I still understand the human spectrum of emotion." She joked with her, finally making it to the bottom. She sat crossed legged on the stage, looking out on the expence of the building.
She motioned for Jinx to come down and patted the floor beside her. "I mean, there's no need to spill all the secrets at first glance, but hey. If you wanna talk I'm cool with it, it just looks like it would be nice to take whatevers on your shoulders off of them." She told him with a small shrug and a smile.
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Jinx looked around the theater like building, he shook the water from his hair with his hand as he did so. He nodded, “Storms are a powerful force of nature, they also can sometimes distract the Wizard casting a spell, so I can understand your dislike of them.” He replied calmly as he took off his jacket and pulled out his necklace from under his shirt. He saw her place down the soaked book, one of his pet peeves was ruined books. He placed a hand over the book and uttered the word, “Imber ymber.” He said it under his breath as he closed his eyes. The water from the book lifted up and slowly wrapped around his arm soaking him even further, but he did not seem to mind that much, he already was soaked to the bone and he helped save a book. He shook his arm in the opposite direction shaking the water off as best he could. “Water always wants to stay together.” He muttered with a smile as he rested his staff on the ground.
He heard her question and winced as everything caught up to him, “All wizards are tragic beings…” he muttered. He shook his head before the tears came, “…You remember when you asked me if a spirit Wizard could teleport right?” he asked her calmly as he waited for her to answer shifting on his feet as he clasped his necklace tightly.
He heard her question and winced as everything caught up to him, “All wizards are tragic beings…” he muttered. He shook his head before the tears came, “…You remember when you asked me if a spirit Wizard could teleport right?” he asked her calmly as he waited for her to answer shifting on his feet as he clasped his necklace tightly.
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Daisy pursed her lips and looked over at the now dry book. She picked it up and placed it on her lap, flipping through a few pages. She was amazed that he had somehow managed to take the water out, it was relatively impressive. "And all wizard are tragic beings? Well, that seems rather . . . tragic. Is it a curse that comes with being a wizard or what?" She asked him, curious to what would cause that statement. "And yeah, I saw you teleport here. Don't tell me the tragedy of your life is teleporting? You teleported at the wrong moment that one time when you were flirting with that one girl." She joked with him, knowing that it was most definately not that but she saw the tears in his eyes and wanting to make the poor guy laugh. He didn't deserve to be that sad, not after everything.
She fiddled with the vial of seeds around her neck, string holding it together. She took it off and poured a single seed out of it, dropping it within the palm of her hand as she started to fiddle with it. She cuped her hands together so that it was laying in her palm. She smiled slightly as she offered life to the seed, smiling up at Jinx. It only took a few seconds for it to flourish in her hand and she she uncuped her hands, a small daisy was in her hand. She handed it to Jinx, offering him friendships and hopefully trying to console him a bit. "Continue." She told him with a smile.
She fiddled with the vial of seeds around her neck, string holding it together. She took it off and poured a single seed out of it, dropping it within the palm of her hand as she started to fiddle with it. She cuped her hands together so that it was laying in her palm. She smiled slightly as she offered life to the seed, smiling up at Jinx. It only took a few seconds for it to flourish in her hand and she she uncuped her hands, a small daisy was in her hand. She handed it to Jinx, offering him friendships and hopefully trying to console him a bit. "Continue." She told him with a smile.
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Jinx sighed, “Wizards are tragic, we try to control magic yet always want more, we think of new ways to bend the forces of nature. Yet like nature magic will go wild and backfire a lot of the time. That is not to say I don’t like the feeling magic gives me, but… but like light Magic has dark, there is always one Wizard that looks for ways to control others which make the rest of us hunted.” He explained. “Most wizards see things in pure black and white while some, like me, would rather see it in the line between observe both sides.” He told her.
He saw her make a plant grow and had a look of awe, “that is impressive.” He told her with a faint smile as he took the daisy gently. He shook his head at the teleporting when flirting with a girl, “not to many girls my age where I came from, there were some but most were taken.” He explained before he continued. “I also wasn’t the one who did the spell… that was Master Godwin.” He told her with a sigh. He shook his head, “He and I were… trapped and he teleported me here to save me…” he muttered as he remembered the cackling of the fire. “I can’t teleport, at least not without help and a whole lot of Mana.” He muttered.
“Master Godwin had taken care of me since I was ten and taught me most of what I know. He and I helped the village we lived in, not openly of course. They repaid us today by setting our home ablaze making sure all the exits were set aflame first, and all I could do was hold up a flimsy barrier.” He muttered ashamed at himself. “I still hear their anger, their screams, calling us demon spawns and servants of the dark one… all the while the flames cackle and the smoke slowly chokes us.” He explained to her as he paused as his eyes grew a bit unfocused. “I ran out of most my Mana, I had poured everything into it… he took my hand and smiled at me as he dragged me closer. When I saw he placed me in a magic Circle… I thought… I thought it was a barrier for me to survive in, but then I saw it was to intricate for that and remembered his books and the print on his desk showing a circle for teleportation… I begged him not too, but he didn’t listen…” Again he paused as tears fell from his eyes, “The last thing I heard was him screaming in pain as the fire consumed him...” he whispered softly.
“I do not know how they found out we were Wizards. I told no one and he hardly left the house.” He told her. He hadn’t meant to tell everything to her, but it all just poured out like the rain was doing outside. “As they say no good deed goes unpunished…” he muttered as he looked at his burned hand and arm. “Please… do not tell the others… I will tell them in due time if it comes to that, but I wish to tell them on my time, when I feel the time is right.” He explained to her as he looked down his voice formal again, yet sad as well. His shoulders shook slightly as grief and coursed through him, he kept it under control, but just barely. “sorry… I probably shouldn’t have burdened you with my story.” He told her as a way of apologies and gave her a slight bow.
He saw her make a plant grow and had a look of awe, “that is impressive.” He told her with a faint smile as he took the daisy gently. He shook his head at the teleporting when flirting with a girl, “not to many girls my age where I came from, there were some but most were taken.” He explained before he continued. “I also wasn’t the one who did the spell… that was Master Godwin.” He told her with a sigh. He shook his head, “He and I were… trapped and he teleported me here to save me…” he muttered as he remembered the cackling of the fire. “I can’t teleport, at least not without help and a whole lot of Mana.” He muttered.
“Master Godwin had taken care of me since I was ten and taught me most of what I know. He and I helped the village we lived in, not openly of course. They repaid us today by setting our home ablaze making sure all the exits were set aflame first, and all I could do was hold up a flimsy barrier.” He muttered ashamed at himself. “I still hear their anger, their screams, calling us demon spawns and servants of the dark one… all the while the flames cackle and the smoke slowly chokes us.” He explained to her as he paused as his eyes grew a bit unfocused. “I ran out of most my Mana, I had poured everything into it… he took my hand and smiled at me as he dragged me closer. When I saw he placed me in a magic Circle… I thought… I thought it was a barrier for me to survive in, but then I saw it was to intricate for that and remembered his books and the print on his desk showing a circle for teleportation… I begged him not too, but he didn’t listen…” Again he paused as tears fell from his eyes, “The last thing I heard was him screaming in pain as the fire consumed him...” he whispered softly.
“I do not know how they found out we were Wizards. I told no one and he hardly left the house.” He told her. He hadn’t meant to tell everything to her, but it all just poured out like the rain was doing outside. “As they say no good deed goes unpunished…” he muttered as he looked at his burned hand and arm. “Please… do not tell the others… I will tell them in due time if it comes to that, but I wish to tell them on my time, when I feel the time is right.” He explained to her as he looked down his voice formal again, yet sad as well. His shoulders shook slightly as grief and coursed through him, he kept it under control, but just barely. “sorry… I probably shouldn’t have burdened you with my story.” He told her as a way of apologies and gave her a slight bow.
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Daisy listened intently to his story, trying to catch the finer detail. This Master Godwin seemed to be like a father to him but Daisy assumed it wasn't his real father, she had yet to really see a human call their father a Master. She learnt that he couldn't teleport, which was a suprise to her, it must've been the Master Godwin who teleported him here. Her thoughts about Godwin not being his real father was comfirmed when he started to talk about. But apparently humans had set fire to their house, which made Daisy clench her fists. Humans were so primal, kill what you're afraid of. From her few years here she had noticed that most humans were single minded but there were a few exceptions to that.
She sensed the shame and grief in his voice, as much as she hated serious conversations she knew that he had to get it off his chest. She soon found out the rest of his story, how his master had teleported him, giving up his own life to save another. It was heroic in all sences of the word and that was a human Daisy probably would have been proud of to meet. "Don't worry, I guess it must feel a bit better talking about it. And my lips are sealed, don't worry about it." She told him with a comforting smile and a small shrug. "And your Master Godwin seemed like quite the man, you must be proud to have had him as a Master. Think about that, not the last memory you've had of him, burning. No one wants to be remembered like that. But remember what he did for you and don't ever forget it. I'm not the best with human emotion but that's the strongest love I've ever heard of here yet. So don't be too sad, celebrate his life, it's what we do in the demon world." She told him with a small smile, trying to help his grief.
"And he didn't go out in vain, he's probably up in Heaven right now, you know. From what you've said about him, it doesn't seem too much like he would end up where I come from, if that makes you feel any better." She told him, her eyes scanning around the room once more, wondering how Jinx really was feeling about it. She had never had anyone give up their life for hers, in fact, it was a humorous thought.
She sensed the shame and grief in his voice, as much as she hated serious conversations she knew that he had to get it off his chest. She soon found out the rest of his story, how his master had teleported him, giving up his own life to save another. It was heroic in all sences of the word and that was a human Daisy probably would have been proud of to meet. "Don't worry, I guess it must feel a bit better talking about it. And my lips are sealed, don't worry about it." She told him with a comforting smile and a small shrug. "And your Master Godwin seemed like quite the man, you must be proud to have had him as a Master. Think about that, not the last memory you've had of him, burning. No one wants to be remembered like that. But remember what he did for you and don't ever forget it. I'm not the best with human emotion but that's the strongest love I've ever heard of here yet. So don't be too sad, celebrate his life, it's what we do in the demon world." She told him with a small smile, trying to help his grief.
"And he didn't go out in vain, he's probably up in Heaven right now, you know. From what you've said about him, it doesn't seem too much like he would end up where I come from, if that makes you feel any better." She told him, her eyes scanning around the room once more, wondering how Jinx really was feeling about it. She had never had anyone give up their life for hers, in fact, it was a humorous thought.
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Teryl waited in the rain, feeling the pain of the impact and knowing that he must've broke some bones. He wanted to move, but was paralyzed with the visions he just saw and the pain he was feeling. Nothing was ever the same after his human life. He was never going to be regular, even if he was put back up in heaven. Nothing was going to be the same. The other students seemed to be jubilant over this new place, going to drink, going to classes, doing anything and everything to keep from being more abnormal than they were. Teryl couldn't though. Her face, her voice, everything was haunting him. Now he couldn't even think or sleep straight without the past nightmare corroding his mind. The rain hitting his armor was annoying him though. He needed to get out of the rain and find something to do to take his mind off of everything.
The metal plates suddenly began to shake and shimmer. He closed his eyes as the plates began to shake more violently and the quiet light was turning into blinding white light. He was soon engulfed in a soothing, radiant light that started to reconnect the broken bones. Water that hit his steel were now sizzling and evaporating. It was turning scalding hot as the area around him started to hiss with the combination of rain water and heat. Just as soon as it erupted, it diminished, leaving a freshly healed angel.
Teryl sat up, but still felt pain. The heal only fixed his broken limbs, not the pain that will continue. The metallic thuds of the rain were heard again, giving him the motivation to stand up. He had a limb in his leg and began to try and walk into the campus, looking at the different buildings. This place was like a small town. It was so big and had everything easily sustain a small group of townsfolk. He still hasn't seen any preexisting students, making him wonder if the five of them were the only ones there. Maybe the storm was keeping everyone inside or in classes. Who knows? All Teryl wanted was something to do to drive the loneliness and boredom away.
The metal plates suddenly began to shake and shimmer. He closed his eyes as the plates began to shake more violently and the quiet light was turning into blinding white light. He was soon engulfed in a soothing, radiant light that started to reconnect the broken bones. Water that hit his steel were now sizzling and evaporating. It was turning scalding hot as the area around him started to hiss with the combination of rain water and heat. Just as soon as it erupted, it diminished, leaving a freshly healed angel.
Teryl sat up, but still felt pain. The heal only fixed his broken limbs, not the pain that will continue. The metallic thuds of the rain were heard again, giving him the motivation to stand up. He had a limb in his leg and began to try and walk into the campus, looking at the different buildings. This place was like a small town. It was so big and had everything easily sustain a small group of townsfolk. He still hasn't seen any preexisting students, making him wonder if the five of them were the only ones there. Maybe the storm was keeping everyone inside or in classes. Who knows? All Teryl wanted was something to do to drive the loneliness and boredom away.
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Jinx listened to Daisy a faint smile on his lips, it was good to talk about it, but he didn’t want to be treated differently for it. And so far she had not, she listened and gave him advice. “…He was a good man, but he shouldn’t have died like that.” He muttered shaking his head. “I will celebrate his life yes, but I will mourn the loss of a good man, for the world is worse without him.” He commented as he picked up his staff, “If I was a darker sort I’d try forbidden magic…” he said with a shrug, “But that could result in myself being executed here. Which would be terrible… I just got here after the inferno, I do not want to be killed now.” He muttered. “I was proud to have him as a Master. He was a man worthy of respect. He was firm but fair.” He remarked with pride, “plus he treated me like a son…” he thought to himself. “He didn’t have any dreams of grandeur or anything, he was happy just living in that small village outskirts, though his power was remarkable.” He told her.
When he heard that he was up in heaven he shook his head, “I do not believe in Heaven… or God or religion. I have my faith in Magic, which is suffice for me. Master Godwin also did not believe in a Heaven, we found our Faith in Magic… He believed in doing what was right in this world.” He told her with a faint smirk, “I meet an Angel and a Demon and I am still agnostic.” He told her with a grin and a shrug. “I just don’t like that if you don’t believe in God and are a good person you go to Hell, but if you are a murderer and apologize for it and say you now believe in God you go to heaven.” He explained.
When he heard that he was up in heaven he shook his head, “I do not believe in Heaven… or God or religion. I have my faith in Magic, which is suffice for me. Master Godwin also did not believe in a Heaven, we found our Faith in Magic… He believed in doing what was right in this world.” He told her with a faint smirk, “I meet an Angel and a Demon and I am still agnostic.” He told her with a grin and a shrug. “I just don’t like that if you don’t believe in God and are a good person you go to Hell, but if you are a murderer and apologize for it and say you now believe in God you go to heaven.” He explained.
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Daisy smiled at him, her fingers running over the soft cover of the book in her lap. "Well, it looks like you're a lucky guy for meeting someone that incredible. He sounded like a good man, I haven't met many of those. And, you know, if you ever do leave the University, becauser face it, we won't be here forever, maybe dark magic wouldn't be too bad. I've seen people leave Hell before so I'm sure it happened in Heaven." She told him with a small shrug, seeing nothing wrong in bringing someone back if you had the means to do so and it was a good person. The world was missing good people so everytime it lost one, well, the stupid tended to reproduce faster than the intelligent.
Daisy laughed at his Angel and Demon comment, finding it amusing. "Well, everyone has their own belief, you believing in magic doesn't make you wrong. I mean, that exists too so your faith is completely valid. "And just to make sure, people who don't believe in God still end up in Heaven, murderers don't. I mean, it depends on how good of a person you are, everyone has validation for everything, right. I mean, it's not me who does it but there's a place for everyone." She told him with a small wink before standing up and wringing her hair. The storm was still strong outside, she could hear the faint sound of thunder every once and a while which made her jump slightly. As soon as the storm was over she would be safe to go to her room or the library and try to concentrate on her book, try and learn to read.
"And how did you happen to get that name of yours? Jinx, seems a bit unlucky, no?" She asked him, not one to want to judge names considering her real one but was sincerly curious. Was that his real name? Was there significance behind it? "If you don't mind me picking at your life." She told him with a small laugh, striding around the large stage, looking around at everything. It was a nice place.
Daisy laughed at his Angel and Demon comment, finding it amusing. "Well, everyone has their own belief, you believing in magic doesn't make you wrong. I mean, that exists too so your faith is completely valid. "And just to make sure, people who don't believe in God still end up in Heaven, murderers don't. I mean, it depends on how good of a person you are, everyone has validation for everything, right. I mean, it's not me who does it but there's a place for everyone." She told him with a small wink before standing up and wringing her hair. The storm was still strong outside, she could hear the faint sound of thunder every once and a while which made her jump slightly. As soon as the storm was over she would be safe to go to her room or the library and try to concentrate on her book, try and learn to read.
"And how did you happen to get that name of yours? Jinx, seems a bit unlucky, no?" She asked him, not one to want to judge names considering her real one but was sincerly curious. Was that his real name? Was there significance behind it? "If you don't mind me picking at your life." She told him with a small laugh, striding around the large stage, looking around at everything. It was a nice place.
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Jules wasn't so sure what exactly he was doing. Who was he kidding? He might have spent some time testing and enjoying all kinds of alcoholic beverages, but he had zero experience with women. In the past, he'd managed to scare of most ladies with the “blind-guy”- or the “I like to talk shit, when I'm nervous”-move. Usually he would even know better than to drink in front of others. He wasn't the kind of dumb-ass stupid enough to use his powers to impress other people. The boat with his wish to be in some way admirable for others sailed a long time ago. That's just a fact. Nonetheless, he couldn't convince himself to stand up and leave the bar. Had he become so lonely that the mere fact of anyone being interested in spending time with him would suffice to brake his habits? Perhaps, loneliness had been an issue for a while now. Now, siting next to a living girl could become an issue of it's own. The more Jules began to relax, the more he was starting to notice she was actually a very attractive girl. He had trouble not looking at her face. His nervousness was beginning to make it hard for him to do anything......, but drink.
It had been a few silent minutes since Elly had said something and Jules was already ordering his second round. “And.... how was your first time?” After a couple of seconds he blushed and added.
“Y..Your powers! I mean your powers.”
It had been a few silent minutes since Elly had said something and Jules was already ordering his second round. “And.... how was your first time?” After a couple of seconds he blushed and added.
“Y..Your powers! I mean your powers.”
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Jinx smiled, “I hope you are correct… though I think he would get bored in Heaven.” He remarked. He shook his head, “If I brought him back… he might not be human and even if I did… and well I doubt he would be too happy if I brought him back like that.” He muttered with a shake of his head, “Plus I’d need his body, and considering that last time I saw it was in that inferno… I doubt it will be in a condition to use it. And I highly doubt I can recreate the body… At best if I am lucky then I will be able to seal his spirit in an object, say a skull or a crystal ball.” He remarked as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Hmm how did I get my name?” he asked. “…I was born with it… not the type of name I would give a kid.” He sighed, “It is an unlucky name, but it originally meant Magic charm, maybe I was named ‘Jinx’ because of the marking on my hand…” he muttered as he rubbed the back of his left hand lightly. On it was an odd marking, almost a magic symbol…. “Do not know what it means, all my Master and I could theorize is that it is an ancient magic symbol… we don’t know what purpose it serves.” He commented.
“Hmm how did I get my name?” he asked. “…I was born with it… not the type of name I would give a kid.” He sighed, “It is an unlucky name, but it originally meant Magic charm, maybe I was named ‘Jinx’ because of the marking on my hand…” he muttered as he rubbed the back of his left hand lightly. On it was an odd marking, almost a magic symbol…. “Do not know what it means, all my Master and I could theorize is that it is an ancient magic symbol… we don’t know what purpose it serves.” He commented.
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Ellais put down her third shot, a grin on her face. She was starting to feel a bit light headed, but it was a pleasant feeling. She knew that she got light headed easily, it too her awhile to get drunk though. For a moment she wondered what she was doing here, she wasn't used to being around guys. But then again it wasn't like they were on a date or anything. Besides, what could the harm be? The young witch looked at the man for a minute before calling the waiter over. “Hey, can I have a pina colada?” She asked, a grin on her face. Apparently the shots weren't enough for her, how much could this girl drink? She didn't know. She just knew that when she was about eighteen years old she got into her parents liquor cabniet and when they found her she was passed out with a bottle in her hand. She blushed at the memory, it was a rather embarrassing memory. The last drink that she had was when she turned twenty one, just about a year ago. As she waited for the waiter to come back with her drink she looked back at her drinking compainion. The young man wasn't bad looking, not model but not ugly either. Ellais was tempted to look at his eyes but quickly decided against that course of action, it would be unwise. She suddenly became very aware that she really didn't know how a girl should act around a guy.
At the realization Ellais face started to turn pink, she didn't know what she should say now. A few silent minutes passed in awkward silence before Jules asked her how her first time had been. At that her face turned scarlet. She had never had...oh oh wait! He meant her power. She couldn't help let out a sigh of relief. The pina colada she had ordered arrived right then. Ellais wrapped her purple lips around the straw and took a big sip, thinking about how to answer.
She finally returned her gaze to Jules once more, saying in her husky voice. “The first time I used my powers, I almost killed someone...it was painful...but it felt good.” She was ashamed of that fact, but it was true. “I had finally stood up for myself and fought back against that bitch...but what I did to her she didn't deserve. I almost killed her. Just by saying Exuro...” Her hands suddenly caught on fire, and she winced in pain. She quickly pressed the firey hands against her soaked clothes, snuffing out the flames. “I caught her coat on fire. I remember she took off the coat, and then...then I ran, my hands still on fire...” Ellais finished, looking at her burned hands. “You are lucky you know...your power may have some good uses...mine...mine can just burn. I hope I can find something usefull for my power, but so far...well I don't know if that will be possible." She returned to drinking her pina colada, trying to ignore the throbbing pain.
At the realization Ellais face started to turn pink, she didn't know what she should say now. A few silent minutes passed in awkward silence before Jules asked her how her first time had been. At that her face turned scarlet. She had never had...oh oh wait! He meant her power. She couldn't help let out a sigh of relief. The pina colada she had ordered arrived right then. Ellais wrapped her purple lips around the straw and took a big sip, thinking about how to answer.
She finally returned her gaze to Jules once more, saying in her husky voice. “The first time I used my powers, I almost killed someone...it was painful...but it felt good.” She was ashamed of that fact, but it was true. “I had finally stood up for myself and fought back against that bitch...but what I did to her she didn't deserve. I almost killed her. Just by saying Exuro...” Her hands suddenly caught on fire, and she winced in pain. She quickly pressed the firey hands against her soaked clothes, snuffing out the flames. “I caught her coat on fire. I remember she took off the coat, and then...then I ran, my hands still on fire...” Ellais finished, looking at her burned hands. “You are lucky you know...your power may have some good uses...mine...mine can just burn. I hope I can find something usefull for my power, but so far...well I don't know if that will be possible." She returned to drinking her pina colada, trying to ignore the throbbing pain.
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The rain was started to irritate Teryl. He couldn't go to many places due to the limp in his stance and all of the buildings he tried to walk into were locked due to being not open yet or closed due to the weather. He groaned, dragging his leg from door the door. He needed to get out of the rain and, to a greater extent, the haunting memories that he left behind him. With each shuffle, he arrived at a new building, only to feel the knob unwavering. The pinging on his armor was almost driving him insane, kind of making it like a Chinese water torture with loud, annoying PING PING PING instead of water droplets to the head. Another door, nothing. The next door, lights off, door jammed. Yet another door, still nothing. He wanted to just break down the door, but knew that was no way to treat a establishment that took such good care of him.
The next door was promising due to the noise inside and the lights shining through the veiled windows. He sighed and twisted the knob, thanking his God that it was unlocked. He walked inside with the smell of alcohol and the sound of laughter all around him. He seemed to stumble towards the bar and looked around his slotted helmet for a open spot. He noticed some students he hadn't seen before, denying the thought he had before of the four being the only ones there and Jules and Ellais at the bar. Due to his pain and nightmare, he didn't want to damper on their good time or mess up their little "date." He found a table in the corner and walked over, quickly flapping his wings to dry them off and sitting down.
The cloak he had on was drenched, showing every jagged and smooth terrain of his armor beneath it. He found no use to having the hook up and pulled it off, showing the full extent of his glimmering, disturbing armor. Beneath the hook was a jagged face plate with a thin strip for him to look through and multiple slots where he could enjoy drinks from. Atop of his head was a crown of thorns that dug into the suit of armor and runic, angelic symbols scattered across the cheeks and shoulder blades. He sat there, shaking off his armor to try and get as much rain out of it as possible. It was about that time when a waitress walked over.
"Can I get you something?" she asked, confused on why he was wearing armor in a relaxed environment.
Teryl looked up at her and shook his head, "Nothing." he spoke coldly.
"Sir, you might want to take your armor off. You don't need it for a place like this," she said in somewhat of a snippy attitude.
Teryl raised his gauntlet and put it in front of her face, "If you can take it off, I'd gladly relax, without metal."
The woman scoffed and took it as a challenge, grabbing the gauntlet and pulling hard. Teryl was moving a bit from her tugging and grunting, trying to rip it off. The waitress was determined to remove it and he could soon feel a clench at his armor. She pulled, this time much harder, at the glove, almost pulling the angel to his feet. Teryl knew exactly what her power was, she seemed much stronger than she actually was. But no matter how much she yanked and pulled, the glove wouldn't come off. It wasn't until she pull hard and slipped backwards due to the combination of water on the glove and on the floor. She fell back, landing on a table Teryl now on his feet, looking at her through his eye slots.
"I take it I can leave it on then?" he asked and sat down, feeling his joints loosened from the empowered woman yanks.
The next door was promising due to the noise inside and the lights shining through the veiled windows. He sighed and twisted the knob, thanking his God that it was unlocked. He walked inside with the smell of alcohol and the sound of laughter all around him. He seemed to stumble towards the bar and looked around his slotted helmet for a open spot. He noticed some students he hadn't seen before, denying the thought he had before of the four being the only ones there and Jules and Ellais at the bar. Due to his pain and nightmare, he didn't want to damper on their good time or mess up their little "date." He found a table in the corner and walked over, quickly flapping his wings to dry them off and sitting down.
The cloak he had on was drenched, showing every jagged and smooth terrain of his armor beneath it. He found no use to having the hook up and pulled it off, showing the full extent of his glimmering, disturbing armor. Beneath the hook was a jagged face plate with a thin strip for him to look through and multiple slots where he could enjoy drinks from. Atop of his head was a crown of thorns that dug into the suit of armor and runic, angelic symbols scattered across the cheeks and shoulder blades. He sat there, shaking off his armor to try and get as much rain out of it as possible. It was about that time when a waitress walked over.
"Can I get you something?" she asked, confused on why he was wearing armor in a relaxed environment.
Teryl looked up at her and shook his head, "Nothing." he spoke coldly.
"Sir, you might want to take your armor off. You don't need it for a place like this," she said in somewhat of a snippy attitude.
Teryl raised his gauntlet and put it in front of her face, "If you can take it off, I'd gladly relax, without metal."
The woman scoffed and took it as a challenge, grabbing the gauntlet and pulling hard. Teryl was moving a bit from her tugging and grunting, trying to rip it off. The waitress was determined to remove it and he could soon feel a clench at his armor. She pulled, this time much harder, at the glove, almost pulling the angel to his feet. Teryl knew exactly what her power was, she seemed much stronger than she actually was. But no matter how much she yanked and pulled, the glove wouldn't come off. It wasn't until she pull hard and slipped backwards due to the combination of water on the glove and on the floor. She fell back, landing on a table Teryl now on his feet, looking at her through his eye slots.
"I take it I can leave it on then?" he asked and sat down, feeling his joints loosened from the empowered woman yanks.
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"One more time." Naidis' tutor insisted, temporarily unplugging one of his ears and briefly waiting for her protest. His methods made her throat feel sore, raw almost. Whenever she complained, he shook his hand away as if it was nothing. But it didn't feel like nothing. After swallowing endless amounts of sea water, Naidis was accustomed to small burns in her throat. This was so much worse. It felt like fire. Like... trying to be something she wasn't. Which was exactly what she was trying to do. Opening her mouth to take in another breath felt like inhaling fire. That was it. No more.
"I am done." Naidis stated simply, not covering her voice. It floated out with musical seduction. The eyes of her tutor suddenly glazed over and his expression softened. Naidis hated that expression. It brought too many bad memories with it. But changing her voice, stripping it of its purpose, was painful. And she had enough for the day.
"Very well, my dear. Stay a while and chat with me." He offered, sitting down in his plain wooden chair.
Naidis played with a lock of her strawberry red curled hair as she grabbed her bag. "No. That won't be necessary." Her throat was healing, now that she was no longer destroying it. Even though she wanted to. She longed to have normal conversation with people without becoming concerned they would forget to care for themselves, wracked to madness with want to hear her speak. Or sing. Naidis walked slowly, lest she trip, over to her elderly tutor and gently plugged his ear with the odd plug made of beeswax. Slowly, his face returned to its normal expression.
"Thank you." He smiled at her with respectful admiration. "You are truly a remarkable Siren. I have never had the good fortune to meet one actually willing to preserve life. Insistent, even."
"There are plenty of remarkable beings at this school." Naidis said passively, refusing to view herself as superior to anyone. She saw them in the hallways on a daily basis. Angels, Vampires, Witches... They were all wonderful beings with wonderful gifts. "I am going to my room now to rest. I will see you next week." Naidis fare-welled and then left the tiny old room.
"I am done." Naidis stated simply, not covering her voice. It floated out with musical seduction. The eyes of her tutor suddenly glazed over and his expression softened. Naidis hated that expression. It brought too many bad memories with it. But changing her voice, stripping it of its purpose, was painful. And she had enough for the day.
"Very well, my dear. Stay a while and chat with me." He offered, sitting down in his plain wooden chair.
Naidis played with a lock of her strawberry red curled hair as she grabbed her bag. "No. That won't be necessary." Her throat was healing, now that she was no longer destroying it. Even though she wanted to. She longed to have normal conversation with people without becoming concerned they would forget to care for themselves, wracked to madness with want to hear her speak. Or sing. Naidis walked slowly, lest she trip, over to her elderly tutor and gently plugged his ear with the odd plug made of beeswax. Slowly, his face returned to its normal expression.
"Thank you." He smiled at her with respectful admiration. "You are truly a remarkable Siren. I have never had the good fortune to meet one actually willing to preserve life. Insistent, even."
"There are plenty of remarkable beings at this school." Naidis said passively, refusing to view herself as superior to anyone. She saw them in the hallways on a daily basis. Angels, Vampires, Witches... They were all wonderful beings with wonderful gifts. "I am going to my room now to rest. I will see you next week." Naidis fare-welled and then left the tiny old room.
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Strands of black looking hair still lingered in her face, the water making her green hair look much darker than it actually. She placed the front strands behind her ears and she ruffled the hair at the nape of her neck, trying to get the extra moisture out. She then flattened it back, trying to tame the spikes in the back from all of her toying with her hair. Her eyes lingered on Jinx's hand, trying to remember where she might have seen that before, it wasn't unfamiliar to her. In fact, she had seen in back in Hell, that was what she was certain. It wasn't like it was plastered everywhere in it, in fact, she had probably seen it in one of her parent's inscriptions that she wasn't allowed to look at; not like she was good at listening to them. She dug hard at her memories, getting lost in her thoughts for a few moments before she blinked and looked back at Jinx, shaking her head.
"I'm sorry, I can think of where I've seen that before, I'm sure it was in an inscription before with a whole bunch of different markings about ancient magic gunk." She pursed her lips and shrugged. "I was never really that interested in magic as a child." She told him, she had never thought that it would be important to know about it. She smiled sheepishly, hoping that he wouldn't be too upset over it. She peeked behind the curtains once more and smiled at all of the things, regardless of her suspicion of the school, it was incredibly nice and well-funded. Maybe it would be nice to stay here for a bit, have a place to call her own. She had yet to really experience what a home felt like, growing up definitely wasn't that and when she got exiled, the florist was nice but it wasn't a place she could call a home. Maybe this school would prove to her that a home could exist, that there was a place for her. It would be nice to know that she belonged somewhere, because she obviously didn't belong anywhere else. Hell kicked her out and humanity loathed her, confining her with violence to a school; she didn't know what it was to belong.
"You know, this school might not be a bad place, it might be nice to stay here for a bit. I mean, time isn't that significant for people like this, isn't it?" She told him, assuming that everyone was the same age of her or at least had the means to live for much longer than just an average human, they were above the norm, their lifespan was too in her opinion. "I mean, how old are you? How long have you actually managed to live?" She wondered, assuming he was rather old; he was upset about his father figure passing away but she had yet to see him cry over it. Which led her to believe that he had seen death before. "I mean, I've spent around a hundred years on Earth, I can spend a few dozen here, it won't bother me. I guess we have nowhere else to go, right?" She told him with a small shrug, looking up at the closed door, wondering if the weather had died down. She could hear rain pelting down at the door, something she didn't mind much, rain made her happy, it was the thunder and lightening that bothered her. But it had been a while that she had heard any, which made her happy at the prospect of the storm ending; they were just so destructive. "So, I was wondering, after the storm finishes out there, wanna visit the bar? I've yet to experience the taste of alcohol yet." She told him with a small nod, although she emphasized the point of when the storm was over, she would be damned if she were to go out in there.
"I'm sorry, I can think of where I've seen that before, I'm sure it was in an inscription before with a whole bunch of different markings about ancient magic gunk." She pursed her lips and shrugged. "I was never really that interested in magic as a child." She told him, she had never thought that it would be important to know about it. She smiled sheepishly, hoping that he wouldn't be too upset over it. She peeked behind the curtains once more and smiled at all of the things, regardless of her suspicion of the school, it was incredibly nice and well-funded. Maybe it would be nice to stay here for a bit, have a place to call her own. She had yet to really experience what a home felt like, growing up definitely wasn't that and when she got exiled, the florist was nice but it wasn't a place she could call a home. Maybe this school would prove to her that a home could exist, that there was a place for her. It would be nice to know that she belonged somewhere, because she obviously didn't belong anywhere else. Hell kicked her out and humanity loathed her, confining her with violence to a school; she didn't know what it was to belong.
"You know, this school might not be a bad place, it might be nice to stay here for a bit. I mean, time isn't that significant for people like this, isn't it?" She told him, assuming that everyone was the same age of her or at least had the means to live for much longer than just an average human, they were above the norm, their lifespan was too in her opinion. "I mean, how old are you? How long have you actually managed to live?" She wondered, assuming he was rather old; he was upset about his father figure passing away but she had yet to see him cry over it. Which led her to believe that he had seen death before. "I mean, I've spent around a hundred years on Earth, I can spend a few dozen here, it won't bother me. I guess we have nowhere else to go, right?" She told him with a small shrug, looking up at the closed door, wondering if the weather had died down. She could hear rain pelting down at the door, something she didn't mind much, rain made her happy, it was the thunder and lightening that bothered her. But it had been a while that she had heard any, which made her happy at the prospect of the storm ending; they were just so destructive. "So, I was wondering, after the storm finishes out there, wanna visit the bar? I've yet to experience the taste of alcohol yet." She told him with a small nod, although she emphasized the point of when the storm was over, she would be damned if she were to go out in there.
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Jinx blinked, “You’ve seen this before?” he asked. “Well at least that is a clue.” He remarked with a smile. “That means I can start research there and work my way up from there.” He remarked with a smile. “Ancient magic… that’d probably be in the back of library so the books do not get ruined by the sun light.” He noted to himself.
He blushed at the mention of age, “I am the youngest one here probably… I am nineteen. Human years.” He muttered. “Wizards do live longer, but I haven’t reached that point yet.” He admitted. “I mean I probably will reach that point soon… but I only started learning magic about eight years ago.” He told her. “Hmm the bar? Sure… but I can’t drink.” He told her. “Don’t think anyone wants a drunk wizard either… that would be problematic.” He told her with a faint smile. He looked outside in the storm, “It will let up by the time we reach the bar I believe… if the clouds are any sign.” He remarked as he planted his staff on the ground. “If you want to borrow my jacket you can.” He told her kindly. “And don’t ask me to part the clouds or anything, cause that is way beyond my skill and most other wizards, that whole Wizards controlling nature at a whim is fantasy we bend it but we can never control it… and even bending it can be dangerous.” He remarked.
He blushed at the mention of age, “I am the youngest one here probably… I am nineteen. Human years.” He muttered. “Wizards do live longer, but I haven’t reached that point yet.” He admitted. “I mean I probably will reach that point soon… but I only started learning magic about eight years ago.” He told her. “Hmm the bar? Sure… but I can’t drink.” He told her. “Don’t think anyone wants a drunk wizard either… that would be problematic.” He told her with a faint smile. He looked outside in the storm, “It will let up by the time we reach the bar I believe… if the clouds are any sign.” He remarked as he planted his staff on the ground. “If you want to borrow my jacket you can.” He told her kindly. “And don’t ask me to part the clouds or anything, cause that is way beyond my skill and most other wizards, that whole Wizards controlling nature at a whim is fantasy we bend it but we can never control it… and even bending it can be dangerous.” He remarked.
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Daisy nodded along, she had no idea that books had the capacity to get ruined by the sun; she was used to things like inscriptions in Hell, she still really needed to learn about the Earth, it was still somewhat of a mystery. Her mind reeled when he admitted that he was only nineteen, she had more than three hundred years on him. She snorted at the mention of his age being an issue with the bar and she shook her head, snorting. "Does it look like our age is mentioned anywhere here? Besides, I've been a few places here and the drinking age always varies, I've seen some places where eighteen is the legal age and other places where fourteen is the legal age, I'm sure you're fine." She told him with a small nudge and a smile on her face. "And besides, it'll be my first time really drinking too, I never had a piece of ID to get into bars so I was never able and Hell isn't exactly filled with gins and tonics." She grinned and cracked her knuckles, listening to the sky.
"And thank you." She told him with a smile as she grabbed his jacket with shaky hands. She placed it ever her, zipping it up and taking deep breaths. She really didn't want people to figure out her irrational fear of storms, it was just plain dumb in her opinion. So she would make her way to the bar with Jinx, she would make due. "Don't worry, I don't expect you to control the weather, believe me, as awesome as that would be, it would just be problematic. But the soil will be nice tomorrow so growing will be nice, I want to go visit the garden." She told him with a grin, excited for the prospect of tommorow, she just had to get through the storm now.
She placed the book under Jinx's jacket that seemed to somewhat hang on her and started to jog up the steps, trying to keep her breathing under control. She ignored the ringing of thunder and reached the door that loomed in front of her. With a deep breath, she linked her arms through his once more so she wouldn't lose him, opened the door and dashed as quickly as she could.
"And thank you." She told him with a smile as she grabbed his jacket with shaky hands. She placed it ever her, zipping it up and taking deep breaths. She really didn't want people to figure out her irrational fear of storms, it was just plain dumb in her opinion. So she would make her way to the bar with Jinx, she would make due. "Don't worry, I don't expect you to control the weather, believe me, as awesome as that would be, it would just be problematic. But the soil will be nice tomorrow so growing will be nice, I want to go visit the garden." She told him with a grin, excited for the prospect of tommorow, she just had to get through the storm now.
She placed the book under Jinx's jacket that seemed to somewhat hang on her and started to jog up the steps, trying to keep her breathing under control. She ignored the ringing of thunder and reached the door that loomed in front of her. With a deep breath, she linked her arms through his once more so she wouldn't lose him, opened the door and dashed as quickly as she could.
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Jinx looked at her and shrugged, “That is true that I have yet ran into a person asking for my ID…” he remarked, “though I do not have it on me because it was lost in the blaze.” He commented as he looked at her, “Tonics? Huh that is an odd word to use for alcohol though I believe Master Godwin called them that… and the real tonics he called tonics as well, it would be confusing on which he wanted at the moment.” He remarked with a faint chuckle. He saw her exit with her jacket and followed after her. He felt her link her arm through his and couldn’t help but to blush a bit. He looked around the area as she led him to the pub as they drew closer the rain slowed down to a drizzle making him smile, “Nature is its own magic…” he whispered as he shook his head.
He nodded in agreement, “It would be perfect for a growing… though I do not really have a good green thumb when it comes to flowers I was good at herbs though, so I should be all right…” he proclaimed softly as he held the door for her, “after you.” He remarked with a soft bow and smile.
He nodded in agreement, “It would be perfect for a growing… though I do not really have a good green thumb when it comes to flowers I was good at herbs though, so I should be all right…” he proclaimed softly as he held the door for her, “after you.” He remarked with a soft bow and smile.
Ellais's ears caught the very faint sound of metal moving against metal, but she dared not look. She was absorbed in drinking her pina colada to ease the pain. Or at least to forget about it for the moment. A smile appeared on the young girls face as she started to feel like the room was just starting to tilt. It was actually surprising how much alcohol the little lady could hold inside of her frame.
And then the witch heard the commotion. Her brown curls bounced around as she turned her head to see what was going on. And a smile spread across her face.
It was her classmate Teryl, and it seemed that a woman was attempting, and failing at, removing his armor. Ellais couldn't help but let out a laugh, raising her blistered fingers to her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound. Everything was funnier with a higher alcohol level. And then the waitress pulled to hard and fell to the floor. Ellais couldn't help but to burst out laughing, it was a rather comical sight. The waitress got up and dusted herself off, glaring at Ellais as the witch continued to laugh, before the waitress
went to another table.
Ellais got up, dusted off her pants, gave a small smile to Jules and told him that it was nice drinking with him. She picked up her now almost empty glass and headed over to her winged friend, her steps were a little crooked but nothing to terrible. She sat down across from the angel, a small grin on her face. “That was rather amusing.” She said, holding on tightly to the cool glass. It brought a soothing, numbing relief to her freshly burned hands. She probably shouldn't have said the word, but she was telling the story of how she first discovered her power and it just slipped out. She looked the fallen angel over, admiring his armor. She didn't seem so shy at the moment, maybe booze gave her courage. “So why was she trying to yank your arm off?”
And then the witch heard the commotion. Her brown curls bounced around as she turned her head to see what was going on. And a smile spread across her face.
It was her classmate Teryl, and it seemed that a woman was attempting, and failing at, removing his armor. Ellais couldn't help but let out a laugh, raising her blistered fingers to her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound. Everything was funnier with a higher alcohol level. And then the waitress pulled to hard and fell to the floor. Ellais couldn't help but to burst out laughing, it was a rather comical sight. The waitress got up and dusted herself off, glaring at Ellais as the witch continued to laugh, before the waitress
went to another table.
Ellais got up, dusted off her pants, gave a small smile to Jules and told him that it was nice drinking with him. She picked up her now almost empty glass and headed over to her winged friend, her steps were a little crooked but nothing to terrible. She sat down across from the angel, a small grin on her face. “That was rather amusing.” She said, holding on tightly to the cool glass. It brought a soothing, numbing relief to her freshly burned hands. She probably shouldn't have said the word, but she was telling the story of how she first discovered her power and it just slipped out. She looked the fallen angel over, admiring his armor. She didn't seem so shy at the moment, maybe booze gave her courage. “So why was she trying to yank your arm off?”
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Teryl cross his arms and was looking around at all the other students. The place was nearly full of students, kicking back and relaxing, drinking, laughing, talking, just having fun. Take into consideration, the bar wasn't too big to begin with, but he was still amazed at how busy it was. These people really knew how to relax the way Teryl like to relax. He was a fairly large lover of the alcohol when he was a human and nothing changed when he was an angel, but he always felt awkward drinking in public. When alone in his own premises, he was fine. He'd drink till his eyes grew heavy and his throat burned from the strong whiskey he so often drank, but in public, he was very secluded and shut off. He didn't know if it was to keep the image of an angel professional and staunch or he was simple anti-social, but something in him just never liked drinking in public.
So many people were moving around, he didn't even notice Ellais sneaking up to him like a intoxicated ninja. He jumped when she arrived on the opposite side of the table from him, but quickly regained his composure. Something was definitely different about her...she was much more brass and unafraid. She wasn't quiet and meek like before but more...Teryl couldn't put a word on it. More...loose? More...talkative? More...fun? Fun? Yes, he saw that she was having a much more amusing time now than she was before. The new self made him smirk underneath his helmet, reminding him of the days when he'd get buzzed and talk to random strangers.
"Well well, look who became more crass," he spoke and gave a light chuckle, rearranging himself, "I don't know. They don't like people who wear armor in here apparently. He saw the glass in her hand and nodded, "How many of them have you had?" He asked, curious on how hard she's been hitting it so far.
So many people were moving around, he didn't even notice Ellais sneaking up to him like a intoxicated ninja. He jumped when she arrived on the opposite side of the table from him, but quickly regained his composure. Something was definitely different about her...she was much more brass and unafraid. She wasn't quiet and meek like before but more...Teryl couldn't put a word on it. More...loose? More...talkative? More...fun? Fun? Yes, he saw that she was having a much more amusing time now than she was before. The new self made him smirk underneath his helmet, reminding him of the days when he'd get buzzed and talk to random strangers.
"Well well, look who became more crass," he spoke and gave a light chuckle, rearranging himself, "I don't know. They don't like people who wear armor in here apparently. He saw the glass in her hand and nodded, "How many of them have you had?" He asked, curious on how hard she's been hitting it so far.
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Ellais let out a small giggle before finishing up her pina colada, she did keep the drink in her hands though, it helped ease the pain of the fresh burns. The witch was just glad that these burns didn't seem as bad as the first time. “Booze does that to me.” She says with a grin, “Why should it matter if you wear armor in here or not? You aren't hurting people by wearing it, so it really shouldn't matter.” When he asked her how much she drank she smiled mischievously “This plus three shots. And no, I am not drunk, not yet. Just lightheaded. What about you my winged companion, have you had anything to drink?”
She wished she had another drink, but she knew it was probably not a good idea. But the pain in her hands was getting to the point she could feel her eyes watering. To alleviate some of the pain she pressed them against the cool surface of the table, she wish she had some cold water, ice was a bad idea, leave her hands in ice too long she could get frost bite. Then again leaving her hands in water too long could swell them, which was just as bad. She hoped her friend hadn't noticed. “I have never heard of an angel who drinks...then again I have never met another angel.” Where did she leave her bag with the burn ointment? She couldn't remember, but she hoped no one would steal it. “What do angels normally do? All the pictures depict angels playing harps or trumpets...or fighting off demons.” She asked, trying to distract herself from her hands.
She wished she had another drink, but she knew it was probably not a good idea. But the pain in her hands was getting to the point she could feel her eyes watering. To alleviate some of the pain she pressed them against the cool surface of the table, she wish she had some cold water, ice was a bad idea, leave her hands in ice too long she could get frost bite. Then again leaving her hands in water too long could swell them, which was just as bad. She hoped her friend hadn't noticed. “I have never heard of an angel who drinks...then again I have never met another angel.” Where did she leave her bag with the burn ointment? She couldn't remember, but she hoped no one would steal it. “What do angels normally do? All the pictures depict angels playing harps or trumpets...or fighting off demons.” She asked, trying to distract herself from her hands.
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Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
Yeah, sorry guys, this isn't working out. My other role plays and life sort of exploded, so I don't really have the time to invest in this how it should be invested into. Good luck and have fun!
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
Me too, my other rps are going really fast and I haven't had the time to sit down and think about which situation I"m going to inject my character into for interaction.
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
Meh, it's annoying as all hell, and sorry I keep procrastinating to post, I feel like I'm whoring up the posting forum with all of my posts. XD
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
@Winged: Occassionally I get it, but it's usually fixed by "refresh". If it's 503 Gateway error, it's just sadly something you have to wait out.
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Hey guys, is it just me or are you guys getting
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things a lot too? Because I can barely get on this site anymore . . . .
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things a lot too? Because I can barely get on this site anymore . . . .
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
It's alright, we really can't go anywhere because we are at a standstill. From what I'm seeing, Nowfaleen can't post until Carlos posts, which is taking awhile, Zenia can't post until Winged posts and it's been awhile there too, I can't post because my character really isn't doing much now and your character can't do much on her own either. It's at a standstill and I'm not sure if people are losing interest or what. I'll wait until a week or so before I think about pulling the plug.
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
I'm sorry I haven't posted yet- this week has been absolutely hellatious. I can't promise a post today, but I *will* post again this weekend.
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@Zenia: really? At this point, I am pretty sure my blood is coffee. Pre-med student xD
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
I had coffee for the first time in a while, well a whole cup. I was soooooo hyper.
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
@winged: Thank you, and no worries about Naidis, she'll come to you :3 soon, I think...
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
Let's just say that the past two weeks has had enough drama to fill a bad teenage tv show.
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
Hangover 2 in real life? I hope no one lost a finger!! O: (hahaha, I'm so witty, I know, hold your laughter.) But I hope you had fun. ^^ Except for the hangover, those are never fun. ><
And welcome to the roleplay Abalyth, nice to meet you! (: I wasn't sure what part of the theater your character was in so I didn't include her but if she wants to join the conversation, she is more than welcome. ^^
And hello my pretties. (: How are all of you? I hope everything is going swimmingly in your life. :D And if it isn't, I hope the dramatics are at least interesting, they always turn out humorous in the end. :D
And hehehe. "She told him with a small nod, although she emphasized the point of when the storm was over, she would be damned if she were to go out in there." Get it, because she's already damned because she's a demon. >:D Oh my god, I'm just so punny today. ;)
And welcome to the roleplay Abalyth, nice to meet you! (: I wasn't sure what part of the theater your character was in so I didn't include her but if she wants to join the conversation, she is more than welcome. ^^
And hello my pretties. (: How are all of you? I hope everything is going swimmingly in your life. :D And if it isn't, I hope the dramatics are at least interesting, they always turn out humorous in the end. :D
And hehehe. "She told him with a small nod, although she emphasized the point of when the storm was over, she would be damned if she were to go out in there." Get it, because she's already damned because she's a demon. >:D Oh my god, I'm just so punny today. ;)
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
I'm sorry it took me so long, school decided to get insane as well as another rp that I'm in... Anyways, Naidis is completed and if there are any issues at all please let me know (because I know you will anyways and it's just polite to say so)
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
And I was reliving Hangover 2 in real life. XD
I'll be posting somewhat faster from now on.
I'll be posting somewhat faster from now on.
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
Well I'm busy right now because it's midterms, usually I post when I get back from the gym and work but right now that gap is filled with studying. D:< But I shall start posting regularily once more this weekend, so fret not!
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
I am waiting for a reply. I will post as soon as I can though. Sorry.
Re: [OOC] University of Broken Chains
Note: I'm not done with my character yet so please don't approve or reject her until I let you know I"m finished. I put a lot of effort in to my characters, and between now and when I'm done she can change a significant amount. Thanks.