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LIN 104: The KitIn the back of his brand new textbook, Sinclair had found an instruction booklet and some strips that looked suspiciously like a PH test. He picked up the strips and set them aside with the instruction booklet, humming to himself as he flipped through the textbook. As he might have expected, it was about the differences between light, dark, and gray magic -- as well as how blood could intervene with each of the different magic types. Sighing, he looked at his hand, wondering what kind of magic lay inside him. Being a demon, it seemed most reasonable that he would gravitate toward dark magic, but he'd been fooled before...
The blood demon studied the instructions. It seemed simple enough -- all he had to do was deposit a bit of blood on each one of the three strips, and it would tell him the potency of his blood for light, dark, and gray magic. He rolled his shoulders and created a spot of blood in the air. Much like a PH test -- which had been his first guess -- the light magic test ha
LIN 103 - Skeletal monsters?Sinclair had to wonder how some of these critters survived. Just from wandering around the outskirts of the campus, he'd encountered a number of unusual creatures that didn't seem like the proper children of evolution - at least, not how he'd been taught it. Recently he'd encountered some unusual skeletal creatures with his class partner Hugo, and those had raised a number of questions.
These things are literally made of skeleton, he thought as he as he doodled in one of his notebooks. He wasn't really in the mood to listen to Razik's lectures, and he'd long considered whether he wanted to skip the class entirely, but some sense of commitment made him stay and adhere to the class schedules. How do they even function? A skeleton isn't capable of having organs, or muscles to move. Muscles are required to move. This is completely illogical.
He crumpled up the paper, tossing it into the wastebasket he'd strategically located himself besides. Razik didn't even seem to notice.
Aphrodisiac PotionsOleander- *his expression was a hard line as he slipped into cafeteria, making a straight line for the buffet* *he didn't even bother scanning the tables to see who was there, as frankly he didn't care. He only cared for satisfying the needs of his body with sustenance, and he planned on stocking up on some non-perishable items if he could to minimize the amount of time he had to spend anywhere outside of his room* *he scowled as he gathered a little doggie bag of assorted black and white foods, and some gray ones too, as he wasn't feeling terribly picky. Not even that hungry, even, but he could feel weakness spreading through his body and knew he couldn't let emotions effect his physiology*
Mirage: *and on cue, he saw the plaguewalker step into the room, and beeline for the buffet. Deciding Oleander was probably the lesser evil of Cressida and him. Knowing Helmy would probably make a noise or slight fuss if he didn't use the potion on himself, this was what he picked. Pl
Tournament Round 2: StrategySTRATEGY / PREPARATION
It would only take one of the greater viruses to find the academy before the entire student population could be wiped out. He could guarantee that, and the thought sent a cold chill through his body. The friends he’d made, the innocent acquaintances, even the enemies would perish. He didn’t want to wish that death on anyone, no matter how they’d treated him.
He thought, at least.
The idea had passed through his mind more times than he was willing to admit. Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could see himself wiping out the entire population of the academy. Did friends really matter? Should enemies? Did any life matter to a virus that only existed to reproduce? If he could have nightmares, they would be of spawning new viruses from the bodies of those he loved.
Instead, those images passed through his mind in his waking hours. Intruding. He didn’t want those images, of broken bodies yielding a new, glowi
Tournament Round 2: FightFIGHT
Storm clouds had gathered overhead on the eve of his match. The virus narrowed his eyes through a light rain. Wet sand couldn’t be manipulated into a sandstorm, could it? No, it would clump, and the very heart of a sandstorm required dry weather. He should have trusted his instincts when he first noticed the rain-scent on the wind. It didn’t damper his spirits, however -- a storm was something he could work with.
Well, well, he thought, holding his hands out to enjoy the feel of rain sprinkling against his skin. Maybe this will be easier than I thought. A liquid-soaked battlefield will be easy to electrocute, and I won’t even have to do any work.
A whisper of warning drifted from the back of his mind. Careful. It’s never that easy.
As the virus stepped out onto the battlefield, his feet pressed into the soft, wet sand. He felt the urge to make use of that -- electricity traveling through the wet sand would easily find its oppo
No virus was born without death and blood. This was why he'd always hate Morpheus -- no progeny of his, no kin, would ever be born without a reminder of their destiny.
A man had walked home with no care in the world, never thinking he could become one of those statistics. People weren't truly dumped in ditches, were they? But there he was, sprawled in the mud and the grime, unmoving. The man was no more than a body now, a lump of flesh with no identity. The creature that stood over the body didn't care about wallets or the IDs that could be found inside them. People had no humanity to creatures like him. They may as well have been cattle.
Puffy, gray flesh rolled from movement within. A person looking down into the ditch might have assumed that the body had somehow found life again. A miracle, they'd say! It was a miracle, somehow this poor man's soul had made it back into his bedraggled body. Ironically, life had found itself back inside, though not wha
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
The Star Eater Ball(Contains Vore! THAT'S A WARNIN')
The Colosseum of Rome.
It needed no introduction.
Empress Genevieve, the Star Eater. The golden skinned devourer of billions, and queen of all the cosmos; whether they acknowledged her rule or not. Officially recognised across the galaxy as the most beautiful being in all existence (decided by a beauty pageant she herself hosted). To call her a physical goddess would be to insult her greatness.
She of course needed no introduction either.
But outside of being completely unworthy of housing her glorious majesty, how was the Colosseum currently relevant to the Empress?
Simply, she was bestowing immeasurable honour onto the memory of the Roman Empire by using the building as the location for her first annual Earthling Star Eater Ball.
Genevieve, in all her glory, strode through the crowd as if just another guest. Another guest who towered over all others by almost twice their height. It was uncommon to see her with a flat stomach; this was no exception, a
TGB: Horrible News - Ristal and ZaryaIt didn't make sense.
Sure, she could be angry or annoyed sometimes. Sometimes she would met some idiot that could piss her off, but she hadn't met one lately. Sometimes she would have a bad day, but never days in a row. It didn't make sense at all, she had no reason to be so on edge and yet she was, had been for the latest days now and she couldn't explain it. The fact that she didn't know the reason made her even more angrier. Was something wrong with her? Had she eaten something bad? It was with rough steps and a scowl that Ristal headed for her shared den, feeling that she needed someone with more expertise on health.
"ZARY," she called out, pratically hissed, as she stepped inside, where her friend laid sleeping.
Sleep at night was better, now. She could sometimes do it, and rather than waking up with her heart hammering and sides heaving and terror pumping through her veins, Zarya woke up with the mild feeling that something bad had happened. It wa
TGB: Hot and Cold - Damon and Lully~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Rolling Bridge | Season: Spring ~
Clouds rolling above, as the hint of light winds brought warmth from the south part of Nandryx. Evening sky still a bright blue, but the sun was setting over at the east part of Nandryx, where Fire Tribe thrives at. Bright sun setting just barely behind the distant volcanoes of Fire Tribe territory, and clouds that aren't promising rain for at least a couple of days or more. Sky blue, but slightly hinting the beautiful orange of dusk and with the moon and stars slowly coming out as the sun went down. Such beauty at this time of day, and the time whom a certain Green-Fire is most active. Ebony and white pelt walked the grassy terrains with flowers dotting the areas around him, simple ice blue eyes kept an eye on the river being slightly cautious of the rapid waters. Can this Fire Triber swim
Trouble Brewing New age 757, Autumn, The Needle, Glenmore
Aerion and Skoll
The wind was at Aerion’s back and he knew it would most likely give him away to the stag in question. There was always a chance that it wasn’t an intruding Blackwood but Aerion rarely had cause for hope. He had specifically told Ethyllya to hide so that he could deal with this troublesome buck without worrying about her safety at the same time. She was a lovely doe and perhaps if all went well he might try to get to know her down the road a little. Aerion’s head snapped to attention as he saw the shadow of a buck closer but still weaving in and out of the foliage enough so he couldn’t get a good look at it.
Aerion couldn’t deny that there was a small part of him that would enjoy a small squabble; it would be his first of the season and he was ready for it. He had been on royalty duty for almost the entire Spring and Summer and his body
Querido DrakeQuerido Drake:
¿Recuerdas el porque te puse tu nombre?, era porque necesitabas más que la magia de las hadas para salir adelante, deberías tener la fuerza de un dragón, puesto que tu vida no sería fácil, te lo dije cuando entraste a ese particular campamento, pero lo había pensado desde el momento en que decidí tomarte como mi nieto, sé que esto no debe ser agradable para ti ahora, me estoy muriendo y puede para que para cuando leas esto ya no este, de ante mano me disculpo por durante tan pocos años, ni siquiera tuve la oportunidad de ver a tu primera novia, pero de seguro tendrá un buen corazón porque la habrás elegido tú.
Me gustaría primero que nada hacerte saber que te amo, siempre lo he hecho desde que te tuve en mis brazos. Y también disculparme no solo por dejarte solo siendo tu un niño aun si no también por todo lo que te hice pasar mientras estaba enferma, s
DotW RP: From Morrow to BlutwaldKiterrax
Crash was still reeling with shock, following Gypsee blindly. She was vaguely aware of another wolf joining them. In her head, she was howling for her brother, unable to get the image of his corpse out of her mind. The huge black birds that had lifted into the air when they approached. It felt like they were following her. The horrifying scent of her brother, dead, sickness plaguing his body.
Before she was aware of it, it was nightfall, and they were no longer in Morrow. Did Morrow exist anymore? Crash shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut. She sought Gypsee out, keeping the wolf in her line of sight at all times. Her adopted sister would understand. It was unreasonably cold tonight, so Crash burrowed into Gypsee's silvery hide, trembling with exhaustion.
In the morning, Crash was roused by Gypsee getting up. She stood, shaking herself and looking around, unsure of where they were. A deep brown wolf was with them, talking quietly to Gypsee. Crash stared at him. He was somew
Hwutwut SocietyHwutwut Political Organization
The Hwutwut: Originally savanna-dwellers whose staple diet consisted of widely dispersed tubers and irregularly fruiting plants. They communicate by giving oral directions through a semantic space, usually mapped to a physical territory. They exhibit gross sexual dimorphism, as males weigh on average three times as much as females and have secondary mandibles modified to form long fighting tusks. A subset of males have a feminine morphotype, and are outwardly indistinguishable from females. These individuals are almost always persecuted in Hwutwut societies.
Their societies are characterized by reproductive monopolization, separate male and female hierarchies and lifestyles, and nomadism.
Forms of political organization:
1. Primitive/basic: The primitive mode of Hwutwut society consists of small, plains-roaming troupes, questing for tubers. A troupe of females is controlled by a single male, or occasionally two or more brothers. The patriarch has sole mat
Part 3 of something put together“A devil’s game is also a god’s game.”
High above Knauia IV, as terraforming devices start to place an atmosphere friendly to most known races. The Xixtis Explorer slowly arcing around the small planet, as much of the crew are busy with new modifications being placed into mainly into the engine and sensors subsystems and computer core. On the bridge of the Xixtis Explorer Captain Bajoon and the Crimson General were standing with oddly no bridge crew on station.
“I have been meaning to ask you something Crimson.I have been asking most of the engineers on what you are doing to my ship and they have told me that you are modifying the engines and sensors to allow both this ship to travel back and to keep the wormhole open.” Commented Captain Bajoon. “And I am now wondering why you are having all those modifications being placed into this ship?”
“It’s real simple Captain, I’m sending you and your crew back through where the B
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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