Kaine- What are you waiting for?!
Hoarders: OW EditionSnow drifted from the heavens in silence, coating the academy in a blanket of soft white. The shadowmancy building, with its shiny black exterior, looked like someone had peppered the snow, so little of the black showed through. Inside, the professor busied himself with preparing something for a lesson. He had a couple of shadow-made objects to create before he deemed his activities complete, but something was getting in the way.
"...This is starting to get ridiculous."
A shadowmancer's shadow was like a storage facility, offering them a space to keep their belongings and, frankly, whatever else they deemed necessary to keep there. Like a container that looked small on the outside but massive within, MDrake had a shadow that was about twenty feet by twenty feet. He could expand it, of course, but he hadn't really seen a point to doing so -- how many belongings was he expected to have, after all? -- at least, until now.
MDrake stood in the darkness of his shadow, glancing around
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