[center][color=007236][img]https://i.imgur.com/HQAIbb9.png[/img][/color] [h1]& Celestine[/h1][/center] [center][@KillamriX88][@Gentlemanvaultboy][@Dezuel][/center] [hr] Celestine stood there, the popsicle stick making a wet sound as it landed into his chest, his eyes turned down in an indecipherably expression as he looked down. It worked as Vernon intended, the snowball hitting Cel square in the face, making him reel as part of the lower jaw and one entire side came off, revealing a reddening face as well as glossy, carmine lips, the sword seemed to clatter to the ground as Celestine let a high pitched wail. “My face, you brute! Why did you maul my face!” He seemed to stagger backwards hunched. However, for those who had keen battle instincts, something was terribly amiss in this display. First of all, the degree of damage that the masked figure had received seemed fairly inconsistent, and more importantly, the atmosphere around the apparently mauled schoolgirl had changed sharply. It was if a cute little bunny had grown to the size of a Leviathan and had sprouted several heads more. “...Wow, that prickled.” Suzume commented not in a really low voice, as she let a none-too-clean grin, feeling the hair of her back stand upright.” All out… huh.” Vernon wasn’t exactly Suzume, so all he knew was that vaguely something wasn’t right. His, less trained, instincts said he should just hurry up and punish this idiot while they were overacting. He’d call her bluff. He squared his feet and let out a howl that dropped the temperature of the area to a chilly 10 degrees, and, more importantly, aimed to spread ice over his opponent’s feet, trapping them in place. He’d thought he’d need to do a little more to make them sit still, but if they were going to just let him do that, that was fine by him. Celestine stood very still, blood trickling from his nose, that could’ve been written off as damage from the snow projectile. However, the real source of it was entirely different. His mind roared, thousands of millions of possibilities being addressed on all his five senses at once. And among them trails. Premonitions. Predictions. Possibilities that stacked against each other, superimposing in a multidimensional and multisensorial fog that would have driven any lesser mind mad. And possibly, Celestine himself if he sustained said power for too long. The predictions of the Laplace Demon spoke to him, and he formulated his plan… Grabbing the popsicle remains from his chest, he raised it to his mouth, as ice crept by his feet, still unable to capture his limbs but in a matter of fractions of second, they would. Just enough force. Just enough timing. Celestine jumped in the exact moment his soles, but not his feet, were frozen, and adopted a very peculiar landing position. That of a skater. He licked the popsicle remains lasciviously, before tossing it away as he showcased his temporal increase in mobility, drawing closer to Vernon in a zigzag, like a cat playing with his prey. Vernon wasn’t sure what he was seeing here. Just that perhaps they hadn’t been bluffing, but then again he was at a loss to say what was happening at all. His own body temperature plummeted, his skin taking on an icy sheen. If attacking wasn’t going to work, then he was ready to defend himself until he could turn the tables. [color=007236]“The hell is this bitch?”[/color] he grimaced. So much for calculating the odds... Celestine circled his opponent, his lips puckered in a pout as he saw Vernon take a defensive stance. Well kicking some sense into him would hurt now, wouldn’t it? His memory gave him the answer, as he trailed back to get his sword, and in a showy cartwheel that would make more than one cheerleader blush, the girly boy retrieved the weapon, and assumed a particular stance. It was then when teacher Maskono’s eyes narrowed, and as in a jolt, she then began running towards the duo.[i] That...bitch. That is one of my techniques? How dare he copy my technique for this! Scratch that! If that lands!!!?...[/i] The teacher’s face visage turned into a deep concern, as she drew her weapon once again as Celestine lunged at a breakneck pace towards Vernon. “STOOOOOP!” Suzume Maskono yelled on top of her lungs. A clash ensued. The Red Rain staggered backwards, as the masked opponent did so as well in a greater degree, almost losing his footing. The toned back of Suzume Maskono was all what Vernon could see, as she spread her arms in a protective gesture. “Are you fucking crazy!? That was a lethal blow!” Suzume Maskono yelled back at Celestine, who was now more steady and picking up the scabbard of his weapon. “...Did you not say… to go all out? I trusted in your capabilities, teacher.” The masked assailant replied, sneering as she launched the sword flipping in the air, before neatly catching it blade first with the scabbard. “Oh. My apologies.” Red. A red prickle had appeared in Suzume’s arms. “It seems I drew blood. My bad.” Celestine said, before neatly depositing the weapon in the floor. “Yes, too bad… you are a plucky one, Vernon. I like your taste as well. But you’re a wastrel. You could use some more training. Everyone here could use it as well.” Celestine said, as he left the ring his point being made, as two daggers were thrown in his back, courtesy of Maskono’s penetrating stare. “YOU WILL BE IN MY OFFICE IN HALF AN HOUR!” She yelled, as Celestine threw a last glance before walking inside once again. [color=007236]“Lethal!?”[/color] Vernon finally snapped back to reality as it all sunk in. [color=007236][i]’That bitch! This won’t be the end…’[/i][/color] But as much as he hated to admit it, there was a gap in power there. He’d need to do something… Though, after facing off against her, he wasn’t sure what. [color=007236]“Something not right about her,”[/color] he muttered to himself, letting his body temperature return to something resembling normal. Something not right at all. [hr] [center][h1][color=red]Mephisto's wicked Training for the Wickedly Inclined[/color][/h1] [h2]Prelude- Conclusion[/h2] [h3](Open to all Mephisto Students)[/h3] [@KillamriX88][@Dezuel][@RoflsMazoy][@Gentlemanvaultboy][@rawkhawk64][@Hammerman][/center] Suzume bristled, her eyes lingering a little more on the departing figure of the troublesome student. [i]That's it, he gets the door. I am not going to be involved with him anymore. Not for even the best foot massages in the entire city. But this project we have... aaah shit. We are going to see each other frequently, won't we?[/i]. She then, to her credit, tried to rein in the situation. "Well, um, that was bit...excessive, but it proves a point. If we want to aim for the tournament, we need teamwork! Colleagues! Friends. That's why I um... I exhort you to find teammates! Two of them. Among those present or otherwise. By tomorrow. Think of this as the first training assignment for those who want to train! only teamwork is accepted!" Suzume said, as she wiped the droplet of blood from her wound. [i]This is going to be between hell an herding cats. For the both of us. It will be quite fun, then![/i]