[@Eklispe]
[hider=Meruin Hazy's Exam]Meruin grit her teeth, and her heart hammered. This was the first time she had ever been pressured into fighting at this pace. Duels with her master had always been an exchange of spells - in fact, the amount of power that the puppet launched against her was nothing compared to even her masters most childish techniques, however, Meruin had been caught of guard, and consequently had no time to prepare and had let the puppet and its master get too close.

Meruin went through a series of strategies in her head. Her body was already tiring from that exchange, and she could feel her legs shaking. Physical activity was not her strong point, but this was an opponent that demanded such from her. She had to overcome this somehow!

With a swipe of her hand, Meruin intercepted the bow launched at her, however, there was no spark of magic or rune that came to life to shield her. Instead, the bow pierced her hand, getting stuck inside her palms.

She let out a cry of pain and bit back tears as she altered her chant. The opponent was drawing runes faster than she could, and his own puppet had her trapped. Her options were limited, and she needed to act fast - if that was the case, then there was only one solution available to her. Remembering the words of Lady Chase, Meruin let the blood from her palms flow into her dress and drip into the floor. With every line across her arm, the blood arranged into a straight line, forming a circuit-like pattern across the limb. On the floor, her blood sunk into the ground, glowing for a fraction for a second, before disappearing.

"C-come on then," she challenged the man, not moving from her spot, "and see what [i]Meruneika Arcana Obsura[/i] has in store for you!"
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[@Aisling]
[hider= Agatha Merriweather Pendragon]
Din shook his head. His glinting steel eyes stared at her piercingly, yet with no sign of impatience. The copper man stepped forward, ignoring the hail and the ice as it crusted over his form. His hollow shell of a body groaned audibly as empty joints. The ground he stepped on, however, turned dark, with the already brown grass wilting into black dust under his feet.

[color=a36209]"This world is dead, but this is a fate that visits all worlds. Earlier, you said that the world is a circle; if you want to learn, then listen - that is not so. The world is a [i]spiral[/i]. Events interlocking with each other in events so similar it looks repetitive, but make no mistake. Each and every experience is individual, different, and each action dives into each other, resulting in another link until the spiral deepens . . ."[/color]

Din crouched low, sharp hands brushing the frozen grass. [color=a36209]"But unlike a circle, which has no beginning or end, a spiral must end at some point - and similarly, must begin somewhere. Your ability is that, Miss Pendragon. You are capable of starting that spiral, if you will let it. The problem is that your ability is what is in control, not you. Emotion is such a fickle that would it be tied to your emotion, then would not the earth die from its erratic behavior. That is one of the keys to passing this trial, Miss Pendragon - the other, as I've said, is simply a matter of logic. Weather follows a pattern - I'm sure you're familiar with it, we experience it with annual with the passage of time. Simply emulate that pattern, beginning with death, and ending with life."[/color]

As he spoke, the gears began slowing down and stopping in accordance with change in temprature. [/hider]

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[@Zetsuko]
[hider= Kieran Altaaya's Exam] The airy narrowed its eyes at him, before playfully sticking out its tongue. [color=fff79a]"Don't be so familiar, Eldritch. I'm not attracted much to your kind."[/color]

Still, the fairy hovered a bit closer to Kieran, staring inquisitvely at him. [color=fff79a]"Still, I must say you are a first. Despite my life, I've yet to meet one such as you. Perhaps, with time . . ."[/color] With a chuckle, she let the words die and spun away from Kieran, back to her perch on the doorknob. [color=fff79a]"In any case, you still have an exam to finish!"[/color][/hider]

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[@WittyWolf]
[hider= Azrael Arcana's Exam]Garrooth simply gave Azrael an acknowledging nod, before watching him move through the doors of flame. "The Labyrinth of Hope is open to all students, so long as they are courageous enough to enter again, though some spirits loath your presence here . . ."

The voice of the spirit faded as Azrael passed through the doors, and with his entrance, it closed behind him, and at once the temperature dropped. Despite the intensity of the flames, they were cold and chilled to the bone. Azrael's breath came out in fogs of cold, and he was surrounded by nothing but darkness. A voice echoing around him called out:

[color=a187be]"Please wait here, until your opponent finishes their initial exam, Mr. Arcana. Oh, and congratulations on a job well done. It's a pleasure to have you at our Academy."[/color]

The voice was warm, in sharp contrast to his freezing surroundings, with a tone that would be familiar to everyone - it was a voice that everyone kept within them, a voice that they would instinctively recognize even if they had never experienced it before. A voice that cared, and a voice that soothed you, and lulled you to sleep, that protected you from the nightmares of the dark, and assured you when you needed it the most. A voice that all living things craved for, no matter the passage of time.

The voice of a mother.[/hider]

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[@The ghost in black]
[hider= Aleksandra 'Hound' Galino's Exam] The Lady stared at Aleksandra, eyes wide open and mouth slack-jawed. Her beautiful face stared in disbelief as she processed the words that just came from the girls mouth. She shook her head a little, as if she were trying to wake from a dream, and when she did not, she sighed. Unbelievably, Aleksandra just came up with the worst possible solution she could think of for her exam. The two beings in front of her were Titans - powerful, old, and, much to her misfortune, proud. A pride that had kept them fighting for hundreds of years, and that had made them loathe the idea of receiving help against each other. And now, she had slapped that pride without nary a thought to what that might mean. 

There was a silence in the air, a silence so thick and pervasive that a knife would chip itself trying to cut it. The Silver Titan turned slowly towards Aleksandra. It's face gave away nothing of how it felt, however, a foreboding pressure erupted into the air, radiating from its very being.

The Lady grimaced, for even she who adored violence and carnage, could tell that this was [i]not[/i] going to be pretty.

[color=silver][b]"HRGRGRGRGROOOAAAGH!"[/b][/color]

With an inhuman, gurgling cry, the Silver Titan lifted its foot and sent it crashing towards Aleksandra, its face contorted in apopletic rage. Its rival and nemesis, the Golden Titan, stared on in surprise, unknowing of what had happened.
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