[h3][center][color=#BD3EC2]N[/color][color=#B344C2]o[/color][color=#AA4BC2]x[/color] [color=#9759C3]A[/color][color=#8E60C4]l[/color][color=#8467C4]i[/color][color=#7B6EC5]g[/color][color=#7275C5]n[/color][color=#687CC6]m[/color][color=#5F83C6]e[/color][color=#5589C7]n[/color][color=#5F83C6]t[/color] [color=#7275C5]C[/color][color=#7B6EC5]e[/color][color=#8467C4]r[/color][color=#8E60C4]e[/color][color=#9759C3]m[/color][color=#A052C3]o[/color][color=#AA4BC2]n[/color][color=#B344C2]y[/color][/center][/h3] [sub][@Rtron],[@Lucius Cypher], [@May], & [@Luna][/sub] “Look, you want this to end? Then just do what I ask.” Darell fought not to snap. Aggression or sarcasm wouldn’t get him anywhere. It was something he was beginning to learn and understand with this group. However, he couldn’t simply expect them to comprehend his action. The mask man jerked his head upward when Helena caught his attention. Without thinking, his hand jerked out at her. Ribbon like shadows snaked from near her foot and then lashed at her legs. “Just die already.” The man snapped as he caught Darell’s dart for the crystal. “Stay back!” His hand jerked at and three sharp darts, shaped from darkness, whipped out at Darell’s form. Darell’s hand rose and the first one decayed in place. However, the other two hadn’t been touched as they sped their way toward him. [center][h3]Uncovering Shadows[/h3][/center] [u][color=pink]Lyn,[/color] Hysteria (Djarkel)[/u] [sub][@Ryonara], [@Konan375], [@Demonic Angel], [@13org] and [@EliteCommander][/sub] [hr] [center] ~| Lyn |~[/center] Lyn groaned in pain as she landed hard on Henri’s lap. They both crumpled into a heavy and crashed to the floor. Her ears caught the Orcish woman chuckle maliciously at their entanglement. Her flesh burn in both anger and embarrassment. Still sore, Lyn flinched slightly at the touch as he picked her upright once more. It wasn’t hard. She weighed nearly nothing compared to most girls her age and likely broke much easier. As he introduced himself, she looked at him a moment. Immediately she thought of how cute he looked. She promptly shook her head to banish the thoughts. This wasn’t the time or place to flirt, she realized in her fluster. “Lyn, and sorry you were dragged into this.” Lyn commented. She twisted upon her foot to face the approaching Orcish woman. The brutish woman leered and aimed to take advantage of their distraction. Though she caught his flourishing bow from the edge of her vision. Her head tilted and eyebrow raised at his mention of tricks in a low whisper. What was he up to? She didn’t have long to wonder when he called her his muse and caused her cheeks to redden again. When Henri tossed his blade, the orcish woman didn’t intend to block at all. The flat of her machete blade up to bat the dagger away from her exposed side. Upon impact, the blade jerked toward the roof’s edge and disappeared. Not missing a beat in her rhythm, her other arm rose and her machete came swing at him. Namely deep into the chest. Just when the woman was about to complete her swing, seeds shoot forward and burst open. Thin vines wrapped about the arm and tossing backwards. [color=pink] “I don’t think so!”[/color] Said Lyn with her hands outstretch and fingers clawed in focus. [center] ~| Leith |~[/center] When the lid of the barrel came off, she swiped her trident up and blocked the wood from hitting her. Then the liquid spewed. A harsh and familiar scent washed over the Elf’s nose. Lamp oil. It soaked through her clothes into her skin causing panic to rose in her throat. Her eyes widened in realization as she snarled at the man’s blunder. He seemed lost in his thoughts. A mistake with the enemy so close, the assassin thought. Taking the opportunity presented to her, she whipped out her weapon to slash him across the chest. That action was interrupted as Leith went for the teetering lamp and caught in hand. The flame snuffed out. Leith would feel the fresh pain of something slash him across his front. A bright, red line appeared as a trident point retracted from the flesh. When he chuckled and asked his question, the woman shook her head. “You should’ve thought of that before you tried to sneak up on me.” With that thought, she jabbed her trident at him once more and then twisted it into a slash. The wound, if it hit, would’ve been at the chest. [center] ~| Ssarak|~[/center] The Esyire, out of all the assassins, had the most experience with Pychomancy. However, he still fell short compared to those within the College. As his chain retracted, Ssarak might sense some indecision. Uncertainty if the doppelganger was actually alive. His momentum not lost, the Esyire jerked the chain back and continued to swing in place. His thoughts rattled over to which one he planned on hitting. Bit by bit, the gas started to settle lower. It seemed to be evaporating gradually. His impatience was getting the better of him slowly. Something assaulted his emotions. It wormed its way in and began to nibble at his self control. His free hand reached up and touched his temple. Pleasure shortly warred with his anxiety and paranoia. His knuckles tightened about his chain as it slowed its pace gradually. To Ssarak, it appeared to be working. Every muscle was relaxing and aggression seemed to evaporate. The doppelganger edged to face the Esyire, the eyes penetrated deep and mind forced itself in. Memories flashed before Ssarak’s mind. Orders. Someone wanted the chest badly enough to pay through the nose for it. No questions were asked beyond the price. He had hoped it would’ve been an easy task. It turned out he was wrong. [center] ~| Keri |~ [/center] The man didn’t speak. Instead his foot pushed the chest to the side as he snapped his fingers. Instantly, his fingers came alive with flames. They crackled and hissed, alive almost. Before Keri could get an answer, he moved. Surprisingly fast for a human, his figure kept low to the ground and balanced. His palm extended in a palm strike at Keri’s chest. [center][h3]College Troubles[/h3][/center] [u]Val and Zaad, Twilight College[/u] [sub][@Landaus Five-One][@BlackPanther][/sub] “Donnae let t’at big ‘ol pile o’ sand scare ye. Some simple fire will set ‘im striagh’t in nae time.” Val patted the young hybrid’s wing, her surprise hidden. She stepped aside and avoided being clubbed by the wings as they folded up once more. Looking the boy down a few times, her examination was interrupted by Salem. At his behavior of Veretu, Val’s smile wilted into a frown. The demon was getting far too big for his fur. He reminded her of Zaad’s attitude when it came to those he thought lesser of. Her eyes laid a scornful gaze upon the feline. If looks could burn, Salem might've been burnt crisp or ashes. The portly dwarven woman crossed her arms over her chest as she mentally sized the small feline up. Her features again softened to the young man’s reply. She nodded then commented on the demon’s behavior. “Reminds me of Zaad…” “First lesson,” Val said while she held up one finger, “Donnae let ‘im talk to or about ye like t’at. Demons are feisty critters and usually self-servin’. Yore learns t’at wit’ Tyrael.” Returning to the girl who shook her hand earlier, Val cocked her head. Elise, wasn’t it? She seemed so timid. How in the world did she ever manage to survive the trip here, the Rune teacher wondered. She then shook the thought away as she addressed the girl. “I wouldn’t be fooled by his appearance, Ms. Cander. Demons aren’t as innocent or cute as t’ey seem. ‘E’s t’e same as Zaad, just in a different form.” She stole a breath before she continued. “Alrig’t, t'ere lass? Nice and easy. W’at ‘as ye so worked up? Zaad is scary, but ‘e’s not t’at terrifyin’.” Val scrutinized the younger girl’s shaking form as she looked for an answer to the cause.