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Tournament, Round 2: The Bulletin BoardA hot, dusty wind rushed over the campus, stirring the sand in the tournament amphitheater. A group of students lingered near a bulletin board with the tournament's results posted on it. The yellowed paper had been pinned to the foam with Helmy's careful writing on it. Each student could find their name with their current record, as well as their next matchup.
Glitch lingered near the back of the crowd, watching people approach the bulletin, scan the list for their name, and walk away with an assortment of expressions on their faces. Some people looked relieved -- they had won their previous match, and felt like they could win their next with ease. Others stared in horror at their new opponent's name, realizing their imminent demise. He could certainly understand that; in the first match, some opponents had made it quite clear how formidable they could be. He could only wonder what the others would have thought of his performance -- there had been enough people in the stands for his ac
Tournament, Round 1A small green and black virus lingered near the entrance to the tournament amphitheater, listening to the sounds of the previous round. One of the shadowmancy students was fighting a living statue, which must have been an interesting fight. From his vantage point, he couldn't see anything, not when he waited down here, thinking about his own round.
He would be fighting Elijah. He hadn't had much interaction with the kid, but he was a few levels lower than him (or maybe one level? He wasn't all that sure) with a shapeshifting ability to turn into a chimera. From his understanding, his opponent had taken a plethora of first year classes, but hadn't moved any further than that.
That gave him a significant amount of information. For someone passing only first year classes, it wasn't likely that they knew any complex magic or dangerous abilities. Sure, turning into a beast was formidable, but Glitch had dealt with animals before, and they were all alike. Mammals, especially, as it seemed li
Cloak BabiesGlitch- I like curiosity! Let's go put laundry detergent in the fountain!
Steph- And throw handfuls of soapy water at people? Or blow giant bubbles and see if they freeze? Or <lists off other stupid mostly harmless ideas>??
Glitch- Let's steal ALL THE PANTIES and put them on display on a wire in the courtyard!
Steph- Oh! From who? Where? I think we should put them in some teacher classrooms instead. *grin grin*
Glitch- All of them. Every single one. From everyone! And in the teacher classrooms? Let's put them in Razik's room.
Steph- Why not Professor Helmy's room? We should get Professor Ignatia's panties, I feel like that would be a good idea!
Glitch- We should get all the panties, not just SOME of the panties! Getting some is not fun at all. So we'll start with Professor Ignatia's panties, then?
Steph- Why isn't getting some not fun? I think we should only get some, and relocate others, that way some people have other peop
StargazingRazik- I do tend to be a bit moist, as it's a... Kelpie thing... *stares* *confused, hesitant* ...maybe? *he walked into that joke and he knows it whoops*
Glitch- ...hahahaha. Moist. *he clapsed his hands together and narrowed his eyes in amusement at the other and just STARED for a couple of uncomfortable seconds* *grinning* *like a smug little shit*
Razik- *is relieved that he's not being touched* *relieved and possibly aroused* *smiles oh so nervously* Yes. Moist. *if he's quiet and still maybe he will just be allowed peace*
Glitch- So! How's my favorite teacher? What have you been up to lately~? <3 I haven't had the pleasure. Of seeing you lately, of course, been a little busy... *avoiding a certain offspring he didn't ask for, but whatever*
Razik- I am the same as always. *smilesmile* How are you? It is understandable to be busy, the beginning of the term can be a bit hectic... Though I myself have spent more time adventuring about than anythi
Tournament: Nothing is something worth doingThe academy's deep freeze had abandoned the students for this quarter, giving them the short length to enjoy a temperate landscape. The forests to the north and east flourished with new vegetation, and the once curiously absent insects had taken the campus by storm. Flies buzzed around, drawn in by the scent of blood and gore, as there was no doubt that summer meant no excuse from horror. In fact, there was a wretched devolution, as at least dead bodies didn't smell atrocious in the winter, right? Less atrocious, perhaps.
Blood would be spilled this quarter, and the green- and black-skinned virus contemplated this. He hadn't been around for the first tournament, as it'd already been long past by the time he found the academy nearly five quarters ago. There were stories from those days, though, of what had happened when students paired up against each other. Friends had turned on each other, enemies had re-forge the reasons they hated each other, and the blood had run thick
ELM 304: What's that? An obvious answer?The look on Bailey's face really hadn't changed much from ten seconds ago, but there was a flicker of disappointment at the teacher's laziness. Of course, his own track record could be the reason for that, but asking a third year student what the class was when it was so clearly written in the course catalog seemed like a worthless exercise. A waste of time. Bailey was more jaded than ever, though, so maybe it was just his perspective on life. His family had fallen apart, and he was somewhat worried about the state of his younger brother and father in the alternate room, but there wasn't much he could do about it but worry. Still, in his own special way, it'd made him a lot more short-tempered. Perhaps because life was such a disappointment now.
The shadowmancer didn't say anything at the professor's assignment, though. He simply leaned down and removed something small from his shadow, a simple bound book of all the academy courses. Without a word, and without a change in his bla
LIN 203: The Questionnaire"Incubi of my sort don't necessarily require a sacrifice, at least no more than a human requires a sacrifice of food or water to survive." Josse knew that his body worked on magic, somehow -- and that the emotions he fed off of around him helped fuel that magic. Emotion was a powerful food source, and the stronger an emotion, the more energy it provided him, though he didn't tend to enjoy going over capacity. It was just as uncomfortable as stuffing oneself past the point of being able to eat anymore.
But was taking emotion from others any definition of sacrifice? He didn't think so, and he hoped with a little bit of discussion and explanation, his professor would see the same. He wasn't entirely sure why Razik wanted to pin the actions of incubi off as sacrifice. From what he understood of it, sacrifice required giving something away of value -- life, blood, a prized object -- to a higher force that would presumably reward the sacrificer for their offering. When he was feeding off emo
OW: Painted EggsThe reflection squinted down at the small pile of eggs that he'd managed to gather. He'd made a makeshift basket out of shadow, and despite his poor eyesight, he'd managed to gather a couple of hardboiled white eggs. Then again, he hadn't done it alone -- when he'd arrived back to his office after the little easter egg hunt earlier, he'd found his student teacher waiting with his child in tow. From the rush of conversation that'd followed, it seemed to MDrake that Kaine wanted a little time with his room mate Glitch without Morpheus spoiling everything like a piece of rotting meat.
Fortunately, it didn't seem like the boy was old enough to understand that holidays were typically spent with family, and the reflection didn't care much either way about sharing some time. He'd followed the boy around the shadowmancy building and some of the nearby buildings. Unlike with MDrake's earlier attempt, Morpheus pointed out eggs left and right, stacking the white objects into the littl
LIN 103: Animals? What animals?If Josse were honest with himself, he didn't give a shit about animals. They were disgusting. They smelled bad, they had no sense of hygiene, and they shit and pissed everywhere without regard to cleanliness or sanitation. Why people liked to share their personal spaces with animals was beyond him, as he was no lover of furry, scaly, or other creatures. The only reason he was taking this class was because he needed it to advance in the department.
He liked the idea of learning magic languages -- honestly, he did. But he still groaned a little and leaned back in his chair when he heard the assignment. Couldn't he, y'know, read some books and learn about animal magic? Did he have to really go interact with one of the filthy things? For the love of god, even blood magic was less than this.
Or maybe Josse hated all of his classes, no matter what department it was. Maybe he hated all teachers. That was a possibility; the boy was like a fly in everyone's champagne.
Josse eyed Razik as he exp
DotW - RP: Tamarack Meets DeluButtGrapes
The rain that drummed along the roof of the main den echoed in Tamarack's larger then average ears. She had been cooped up in that dusty place for most of the day because Lyn had asked her to, and of course she listened, but the young female was dieing of boredom. She rolled over several times, groaning, trying to think of SOMETHING to do. Perhaps if she was lucky another wolf would waltz into the main den to escape the rain and she'd have someone to play with.
Thunder rolled in the distance, and the puddles that formed outside were calling to Tamarack, but she knew better then to go against Lyn's requests. She wanted to always be a good girl in her adoptive mother's eyes, and a good girl she would stay. If only she had some company this whole ordeal would be much more bearable.
Lyn had recently pulled Delu aside and asked him if he would like to help care for a pup that she had found. Of course, Delu was ecstatic about the idea! It hadn't bee
NestingIf you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing an excavator unearth a huge mound of dirt, how it all falls in where the earth is no more, then you know what it’s like to see a golden belly wake up in the morning. The dirt, trash and broken items that they normally pile up around them over time, like a bed of refuse and chaos, gets shifted around as the troll finally stands. It was upon watching this display that I realized Matilda had accumulated a large amount of shit in the corner of the room, how she managed to do it without me realizing it, I still don’t understand. I am a very fastidious person, I mean I get on my fiancée for leaving her bras sitting on chairs in the house sometimes.
The odd thing about it however was the way she was piling it, as if she were making a fortress of just crap and some of the most random items I’ve ever seen. One in particular caught my eye and I had to go over and pick it up to make sure it was really there.
DotW RP: INFECTEDButtGrapes:
There was a break in the seemingly never ending rain that evening, though the earth was still a soggy mess of mush. The black and golden male made his way sulkily through camp, his broad muscles rippling underneath his thick, damp pelt. He had northern genes, therefor longer then average fur plus humidity did not equal fun times for the male. He felt as if he were carrying an extra twenty pounds, and it made him more irritable.
As of late, he had noticed a strong deterioration in the pack's system, and that was a straight up effect of Roman's fading age. It wouldn't be long before the old alpha would croak, but Stallion couldn't waste any second he could get to earn brownie points. He stopped just outside the main den, which reeked of different kinds of herbs and.. blood? Very faint blood. Someone must have given him a present or something. "Roman, sir." He called in, his olive green eyes resting on the rugged white figure of his alpha in the corner of the den, uncomfo
Man of Fire He was a man of fire.
Simple as that, but this made no sense to him.
Though he was the embodiment of fire, Kin Fai liked to look at the ocean. All the other fae knew where to find him if he was greatly needed. Just go to the coast, at the very edge of the burning hot desert at dawn or dusk, and you shall find him either towering as he stood or seated cross legged leaning forward as he watched the prideful sun change the sea's color to orange as it shimmered away in the horizon.
But this. . . this was different to him.
Kin Fai loved to play, and before him was a small little desert fox playing in the waters on the wet beach, cooling its already wet pale yellow fur on the wet waves.
He wanted to join with his desert brother and jump in the water, splash around and dance with him.
But he could not.
This made no sense, why fire cannot play in the sea.
Violate part 9 (Sherlock's POV)Violate part 9 (Sherlock’s POV):
~ 12 DAYS LATER ~
“…No, when was it? 20 minutes ago? Something like that. Anyway, she won’t wake up and if she does, you just do as I told you, but com’on…” John grabbed his purse on the table, continuing:
”You know I’ll be back in an hour, tops. Mrs. Hudson will be back here in no time, and by the way it was you who insisted I should be the one changing her and buying food and diap-“
“Sshh, I get it, John, stop talking! I can’t think when you start one of your monologues, it’s like a buzzing noise inside my mind!” Sherlock hissed from down where he was lying on the sofa, placing his fingers on his temples, closing his eyes as if he were suffering from a bad headache.
“You always start worrying when I’m about to leave the flat! You think you won’t be able to handle her and you’ve complained like a hundred times already-“
Shadow Blood and Deep Silence chapter 3 A New Home
Shadow Blood and Deep Silence chapter 3 : A New Home: Kokoa's pov Slender Mansion? i never heard of this place i said. I,m not surprised not alot of people know about this place said Zilla with a disappointed look on her face. Suddenly the mansion doors opened and this tall,thin,faceless guy stood. Welcome back miss Shadow Blood said the guy than he looked at me than back at Zilla and said who is this young lady? this is my friend Kokoa Miyuki said Zilla its a pleasure to meet you i'm Slender Man now please come in. Come on i want to show you some friends of mine Zilla than grabed my hand and pulled me inside the
Violate part 8 (John's POV)Violate part 8 (John’s POV):
“She’s already asleep,” John whispered, closing the door to his bedroom, where Violet was lying peacefully with the dummy in her mouth. Mary just smiled at him, reaching for her tea cup, so that she could bring it to the sink.
“Just leave it there, Mrs. Hudson would get furious if she found out I’d let you do the dishes,” John continued.
“Right, alright,” Mary smirked. John placed his cup in the sink as well, leaning in and planted a solid kiss on Mary’s mouth. He could feel how her lips were smiling upwards.
“W-what?” he laughed, kissing her again. She giggled, lightly shaking her head.
“Oh, nothing,” she replied, stroking his arm. John could not stop smiling at her pink cheeks.
“It’s just… I promised Sarah… You met her here the other day…”
“… When we went grocery-sho - yeah, yeah, I remember her…”
Hotel (a thing with random OCs no one cares about) "Well, I think this is the place," Levona said. She pointed in the direction of that large hotel situated in the hub of the city.
"Are you sure?" Micca questioned. "I thought it would be... smaller."
The young boy was wearing a blue cloak and hat, which both seemed too big for him. A yellow star was placed in the middle of both articles. He looked about eight, although that was just because he was small for his age.
"What do you mean, 'smaller'?!" the woman snapped back, her pink kerchief almost falling off her brunette head. For a such an undersized adult lady she had a large temper.
"It's just that," he said shakily, now scared by Levona's tone, "if this guy runs this hotel, why would Grampa Joseph tell us that he could be on our team? I don't know much about the economy, but he's probably really busy right now."
Levona looked back down at the photo Micca had given
DotW - RP: Stallion Meets HexaTazihound
Hexa trotted along the bank of the river, her paws sinking through the mud with each hasty step. She located a spot where the flow of the water was more gentle and emerged, the stream crisp and frigid as it met her pelt. It had been storming for the past few days, resulting in the main river overflowing the surrounding landscape. The environment looked exotic and strange with engulfed trees and foliage cresting through the shallow water. Hexa’s legs pumped as she waded through the river, reaching the other side and padding through the damp terrain. She had spent the day reinforcing the northern border and was now feeling fatigue take her. She reached a small bluff and jumped up, shaking her dark fur out as she crossed her large paws delicately and settled down into the leaves to rest.
A scent reached her nose and she lifted her head to better decipher it. It was musky, male, and Blutwald: a pack wolf, though it fell foreign on her nose. She rose to her paws and sur
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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