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Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

Similar to above, I've just been putting most of my RP stuff to the wayside lately because of school and work, still adjusting to my new schedule and what not. I'll try to get something up soon-ish if I can, with Wedensday being the deadline.

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Jeanette Blackwood

It took every bit of self-control that Jeanette possessed not to up and slap the pretentious princess right across her damn face, though if anyone were looking at her, they'd see a face brimming with barely contained fury, cheeks reddened by a mix of anger and utter embarrassment. This uppity lass is a right chancer, ain't she? Just my luck that this feckin' gobshite would not only get picked from my partner, but also be the only idiot that would choose now, of all times, to throw a fit about it. Clenching and unclenching her fists in an effort to calm herself, Jeanette decided that the best thing to do now would be to shut her trap and not say a word, lest she make the situation any worse than it was. There would be plenty of time to handle the damn bitch once they weren't infront of a bunch of teachers, not to mention the whole of their second year class. You'd think the child of some uppity noble house would no better than to cause a scene like this on her first, feckin' day, but I guess we're dealing with a special kind of idiot. Ugh, do I really have to be bonded with some like her?"

The thought of having to share her soul with such a vile and repugnant human being made Jeanette feel sick to her stomach, so much so that she actually had to hold her hand to her mouth to keep herself composed. Gods be damned, I'd rather try to harness my magic partnerless than have to rely on her mana. It'd probably kill the plants anyway, she's so full of spite. Back in Eriu, this likely would've been grounds to get her kicked, though in Eriu, no one is dumb or arrogant enough to pull stuff like this. Guess Prydain just isn't as obvious with stating the improtance of this event to it's students as we are. Jeanette looked between the drill-haired Neddy and Prinicipal Loyola, wondering whether or not the girl would take the one chance she was being given to shape up or just continue to be an obnoxious geebag. Jen was honestly hoping for the latter, as it would mean that she'd be free of having to actually spend time with the piece o' shite. By the Gods, what did I ever do to deserve her as a partner.[/i][/color]

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St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Jeanette Blackwood

It took everything that Jeanette had not to pulled the snobbish bitch back over to her by her hair. While it was hardly the first time she had gotten rejected, it was the first time anyone had reacted in such an over-blown and down-right cruel matter. Not to mention that, despite the seeming ease she passed along the rose, it was very important to her as it had been given to her by her Grandmother to practice her magic with on the way over. Now she could only look down on it, remembering to take deep breaths as she picked it up off the ground. She could still feel the life within it, it could still be saved.

Keep your cool, Jen. Don't let her know she got to you. You've dealt with plenty of bitches through middle school, and you know exactly how to deal with them. She'll get hers in time, but for now, just grin and bear it. Placing the crushed rose into her jacket pocket once more, she simply brushed a hand through her hair, looking only vaguely irritated to anyone who had been watching the exchange. However, she couldn't help but hear a bit of a commotion behind her. Turning around, she couldn't help but feel a slight grin grace her face as she saw the short-ish girl from before putting turning that aggressive nature of hers against the blonde diva, though to predictably little effect. Still, Jeanette couldn't help but feel touched that the girl had gone out of her way to defend someone she barely new, and couldn't help but feel like she had mis-judged them a bit earlier. Walking over to stand next to them, Jeanette flicked at the bell around her neck to alert the girl to her presence before she started speaking.

"Easy there, Lass. No need to get so worked up on my account over the tactless geebag." Laying off the charming for now, Jeanette let her Erish accent and way of speaking slip out a bit more, including some of the brashness and foulmouth that had gotten her more than one mouth washing from her grandmother. "Gals like her always get what's comin' to them, usually sooner rather than later."

"Either way, allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Jeanette Blackwood." With a bit of a flourish, Jen turned to face Mui, putting her hand forward in greeting. When Mui went out to shake it, however, Jen would be quick to bring it to her lips, laying a light kiss along the girl's knuckles before flashing a wide grin. She made sure that she bent down slightly while she did so, as not to jerk the shorter girl's arm or have it be held at an uncomfortable angle. "A pleasure to meet you. And what would your name be, my white knight in frilly armor?"

However Mui responded to Jen's introduction, the Erish girl would be unable to respond as the Sun Room would suddenly reverberate with the call for another pair.

"Jeanette Blackwood and Franceska Vrodiskovich."

"Well, I guess I have to be off and meet my new partner. I hope we can meet again soon. We'll be having at least one class together, but until then, ta-ta. I hope you get yourself a good partner." With that said, Jeanette made her way up to the open podium with a bit of a hop and a skip in her step, wondering who this Vrodiskovich person was, what they would be like. Well, I'll be finding out soon enough, won't I?

Korrigan 'Korrey' Umbraisis

"Yeah, I could go for that." was Korrey's muffled reply as he contemplated the current situation before letting out another sigh. "Never hurts to brush up on the stats of certain monsters, and since we have no idea what we'll be steppin' into on the first day, good idea to be prepped for anythin'. Heard that this teacher can be a real hard-ass." Stretching out slightly, Korrey walked over to the glass case that Vulcan was in, opening it up to let the little guy out. Like a bolt of lightning, he crawled up Korrey's arm and rested himself atop his left shoulder, looking about with that same happy, yet dopey expression.

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

Im still here and interested,just busy with school starting and hurting for inspiration because of it. Bleh, working during the week sucks

Cloud✟Chasers [Fairy Tail AU]

Here as long as others are.

The City of Gems

I haven't even heard from them since i posted, and i'vebeen too busy to really contact them.

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Jeanette Blackwood

The interior of the sun room seemed to pulse with ancient energy, a testament to the power in the bond between Mage and Familiar. Standing within the crowd of students, Jeanette didn't pay much attention to the Principals opening words, or the first few bondings. Instead, she simply let the feel of the room soak into her body, feeling just a tiny bit closer to the gods here. Man, what I wouldn't give to just spend a day just relaxing in here, but I doubt they're renting this place out for study sessions. Shame, school would probably make a killing of it, though given how much tuition is, I doubt they're hurting for cash. Jeanette chuckled to herself slightly as she looked around the crowd, quickly growing bored with just standing around and waiting for her name to be called. While she was excited at the thought of bonding, it still seemed somewhat weird how it was not only a requirement her in Prydain, but also treated just so casually. Honestly, it was a bit off-putting to her that her first would be given to some random stranger without any say so. Well, it's like they always say: 'When in Rhéo, do as the Rhémans do.' Still, they sure are taking their sweet time.

Continuing her observation, she noticed a small-ish girl push her way through the crowd, her frilly dress clashing with the rather rough way in which she elbowed anyone who didn't move out of her way. Luckily, Jeanette was not one of those people, watching from the side as the girl made her way towards the front of the crowd. Well, aren't they just a little ray of sunshine. Looks cute in that dress though. Going back to her people watching, the light haired Erish girl sighted a particularly interesting sight. Standing in a formal attire that was in stark contrast to the casual wear that most of the other students were dressed in, complete with silk gloves for the added level of prim and properness. A wry smile spreading across Jeanette's face as she reached into her pocket to pull out a wilted rose, barely clinging to life. A memento from Eriu, the luscious full red of flower had dulled to an ugly brown, the petals crumpled and closed in. While the former majesty of the rose could be seen somewhat, it seemed clear that this flower was well past saving and laying at death's door.

Come on, Jen. You've practice this a hundred times. You've got this. Focusing her thoughts on flower, she felt the tiny sliver of life that was still within. Taking a deep breath, she focused upon the wilted stalk in her hand, waving her other hand over it as she let loose the trickle of magical power flow from her meager reserves into the rose. At first, nothing seem to happen. Then, the green of the rose stalk and red of the petals would suddenly begin to brighten up, regaining it's old, dazzling color once more as the dying cells were suddenly revitalized. It took about a minute, but when she finished, she held in her hand a beautiful, full rose, the petals having turned an exquisite ruby red that seemed to shimmer in the golden light of the Sun Room. Inhaling faint sweetness that was the scent of this particular rose, she let out a breath as a wave of exhaustion rolled over her. By the gods, bringing one tiny flower from the brink of death shouldn't be taking this much out of me.

Once she was able to recover her composure and catch her breath, Jeanette sneakily maneuvered her way through the crowd until she was right behind the blonde noble girl, clearing her throat in order to get their attention before letting lose one of her dazzling smiles. "Well now, I didn't expect to find a lady as beautiful as you amongst our student body, nor can I believe that I managed to miss you last year either." Jeanette gave a low bow to the the blonde girl, rising back up from the ground to present to them the rose. "My name is Jeanette Blackwood, and if you would be so kind, I would ask that you please except this Erish Rose from my homeland as a gift from me to you. A noble specimen for someone of equally noble bearing."

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St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Korrigan ‘Korrey’ Umbraisis

“Um, I would love to take this Monster-hunting class since I want to be an adventurer and all that, but I would hate to drag you into something like that. If you really are fine with it, like, 100% a-okay, then that’d be awesome, but don’t feel obligated to.” Korrey really didn’t want to have his partner feel like they had to take the class because he was in it, not to mention that Felicity really didn’t look like the type who would be very interesting in that kind of thing. “And as for joining you in cooking, I’d be down for that. Always been eager to learn.”

While the two students had been talking amongst themselves, the volunteers had received a notification on their devices and, after a brief discussion, one of them cut into their conversation, clearing his throat loudly in order to get Korrey and Felicity’s attention.

“Um, sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m afraid you both don’t really have much of a choice when it comes to the Monster Hunting class. Effective immediately, all students are now required to take the course, so you only get one choice of elective.”

Korrey visibly bristled at the volunteer’s words, his piercing glare hidden behind the tinted glass of his shades. While he wasn’t particularly affected by this degree, he couldn’t help but think about how some of the other students would feel being forced into such a physically demanding class at the last minute. Hell, he even remembered seeing some kid in a wheelchair earlier,so was he going to be forced to try and fight some beastie too?

Needless to say, Korrey had a lot he wanted to say about this sudden and, in his opinion, poorly handled change to the school curriculum. However, getting upset at the volunteer wouldn’t solve anything, so he resigned himself to waiting until the class in question to air his grievances with the teacher in charge. With that point of action firmly set in his mind, he let out a frustrated breath as he quickly circled the Monster-hunting and cooking classes before handing his paper to the volunteer. After that, he’d walk over to one of the beds and flop down on it, letting his be emptied of all his problems and instead choosing to surrender to the softness of the bed.

Cloud✟Chasers [Fairy Tail AU]

@hatakekuro@pkkenforgot you guys, sorry. If you're still interested, stuff is happening.

Cloud✟Chasers [Fairy Tail AU]

Demon of Lamentation

Laz’s eyes seemed to almost glow with excitement as Laila’s suggestion got gears turning in his brain, a wide smile forming on his face as he turned his attention towards the stage where the Ascendant and the Deacon would appear. “Well then, Laila, you’ve just offered up an interesting challenge for me, one I can’t help but try to meet. Just give me a second to focus. If all goes well, they’ll never know what hit ‘em.”

With that said, Laz began to focus his magical energies, forming vague shapes in his mind of what illusion he wanted to create, waiting for a good moment to cast to cast his illusion for maximum hilarity.

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As the light drops of rain began to fall harder, a low chill would begin to spread throughout the crowd. At first, it was something that could be ignored, but as the rain began to beat down hader and harder, the people in the crowd would begin to feel as if something was off in the air, though none could tell what. The Deacon cut off his long, boring speech in order to turn and tell some of the laborer’s to roll out the rain covers so that the citizens didn’t get drenched by the odd downpour. As men surged forth to turn the cranks and gears needed to extend the treated-leather protection from the sky’s tears, a low, feminine voice would cut through the growing din of the rain.

The voice was soft at first, singing a gentle melody that held no words or lyrics. As it continued, however, the chill in the air grew stronger and sharper, almost as if the voice was stealing warmth from the crowd’s very flesh. The Deacon looked around with much confusion, unsure of both what was happening and where the singing was coming from. The voice seemed to flow into the elaborate stage area from all around, having as defined a source as the winds that carried it to them.

And then, without warning, it stopped.

The relative silence afterwards was nearly deafening, the only other sound capable of being heard being the relentless downpour of the rain from above. The dark clouds up above roiled and writhed over each other, flashes of lightning beginning to dance within their ebon depths.

Ugh, this is a disaster. None of the performers can work in these conditions, and that strange singing likely ruined the mood. The Deacon thought with a sigh. This breath was soon followed by a rather violent sneeze, the cold, damp air wreaking havoc on his frail, aged form. I should probably just have everyone meet in the dowhall later so we can say our final good-bye to Elvira. *Sigh* I’ll miss the girl, but she’s for a better place now. Looking back to the crowd, the Deacon opened his mouth in preparation to dismiss the crowd. He never got the chance.

From the Deacon’s shadow pounced a monster, seemingly born of unholy light and darkness. The Deacon barely had time to cry out in pain before the Shadow gripped him by the neck with it’s clawed hands and dragged him swiftly into his own shadow, which now began to grow and distort itself as it’s shape stretched across the ground. From within this growing pool of Darkness rose another beast, singing the same melodic song to them as had been ringing out all over. In everyone’s mind rang a silent whisper, that continued to repeat itself over and over.

Why did you do this to me? Why did you forsake me? Why won’t you answer me?

Suddenly, the spreading shadow would burst into a swarm of Shadow creatures surging forward towards the stunned crowd with a cacophony of ear-splitting screeching. The sight of this horde shook the crowd out of its stupor, panic spreading like wildfire they turned to flee en-masse. The guards, having been situated near the edges of the crowds, were unable to approach the threat as the throngs of people pushed past them in the opposing direction, most trying to not get knocled over by the initial rush in the chaos. Near the stage, the Shadows attacked anything that moved, surging like a wave through the people, anyone caught in this initial assault being dragged into the pool of darkness at the feet of the lead creature as she continued to sing her haunting melody.

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Laz had been ready to launch his trick once the deacon had stopped speaking, but deep down inside of him, something within him took hold for a moment. Eyes that had been closed in concentration snapped open to reveal pools of dark azura surrounded by a void of blackness. My Devilslayer magic is acting up? But, that could only mean. . . Laz quickly looked back to where the Deacon was, pushing past the others in the crowd in a mad dash to warn him. Unfortunately, he noticed the danger much too late. The Deacon was taken and in his place rose a demon of some sort. Upon seeing it, a flood of information surged into Laz’s mind, nearly overwhelming him as he tried to sort through it all.

In the short amount of time it took for him to gain his bearings, the demon’s Shadows were already upon him, falling upon him in a squirming wave. He didn’t have any time to fight back, much less get out of the way, and at first was being dragged along with all the rest into the black pit beneath the Demon’s floating form. However, as the clump of demonic thralls that carried him approached the edge of the pool, a pillar of Hellfire suddenly engulf them, easily turning them all to dust on the wind. Laz picked himself off the ground, his appearance having changed with the activation of his Devilslayer magic. The Demon ceased in her singing to look down at the one who had come to challenge her, raising a clawed hand out in his direction. The pool beneath her bubbled and frothed violently as it spat out another torrent of Shadows, some of which joined the others in circling Laz while the rest made their way back towards the ground, seeking to drag off even more innocents for their dark mistress, seeming to prefer t using non-lethal methods of attack.

The shadow’s the surrounded Laz, however, were under no such restrictions they surged forward as one, seeking to tear him to shreds with both tooth and claw. However, each wave that spawned from the pool was to be rebuffed as Laz let loose a number of explosive attacks, taking out dozens of the thralls with each attack due to their relatively frail bodies. However, what they lacked in durability, they made up for in ferocity and numbers, as every time one was slain, three seemed to take it’s place, and Laz soon realized it’d be impossible to hold them back forever. There were simply just too many of them, and that damn demon was the source. However, with it taking everything he had just to fight off the hordes that surrounded him, he dared not chance an attack at her till he was sure he wouldn’t be torn to shreds by the thralls the moment he dropped his defenses.

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