Estylwen

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Deborah and Shannon accepted her with little resistance. It seemed their friendship still held from that single interaction before. Aislin recalled they offered cell numbers at the cafeteria, but she lost the information with a tsunami. Along with a working phone.

Debs idlly bit her fingers. Yeah, she knew something was up. "... But you look awful, girl. What's wrong?"

”Where to even begin…” Aislin chuckled to herself, mild relief washing over her. It was a sincere pleasure to be among friends. ” A better question might be ‘what’s right?’ I could answer that with far fewer words.”

Aislin nodded to the stage as the Headmaster approached the podium, falling quiet. He seemed… different since his last speech at their orientation. Not in a good way. Her discontent only increased as he spewed nonsense. “These are not your matters to resolve.... They are mine... That is all, students. Go out and resume your education and activities as if this never happened. You are dismissed."

Fuck, you’re dismissed, old man. Thanks for nothing. Aislin felt sour, already knowing in her heart she would be disregarding the majority of his wishes. Deborah seemed to share similar feelings, smacking her seat in frustration. It startled Aislin, and she dropped her thermos.

”Ah shit, my coffee.” She shakily scooched down, retrieving the thermos. A small puddle of black coffee smeared the floor, which she looked at guiltily. Well, janitors were paid for a reason, she supposed. ”I… Mm, I don’t like our Headmaster.” She muttered.

It was then Henry entered the stage, and a smile cracked through the bitterness of her face. Ah, the lizard who saved her life. Just for a moment, as he spoke up on the stage, everything in the world seemed right, good. Almost safe. She paid particular attention to his close. “If you do, I don't condone it, but please do it safely and in groups. If not for Vera, do it for yourselves. Do it so you can put someone to rest, and allow yourself and everyone else on the island to rest more peacefully."

A wolfish grin stretched her lips as she heard what he said between the lines. God, the Professor was a truly awesome teacher. As he left the stage, Debs took the initiative and suggested they peace as well. Aislin couldn’t agree more.

”Lovely idea, I wont take up too much time, promise.” Aislin waved her hand nonchalantly. ”Could we continue this in the Garden? I’ve had a craving for greenery but I... I can’t go into the Jungle. Even if the gates weren’t locked down.” She clenched her jaw, briefly seeing golden orbs and razor teeth in her head.

She gave Nick a wave, remembering their time in the hospital together. Aislin wondered if she could trust him with coming along, hearing what shit story she had to tell. Eh, it probably wouldn’t do any harm. Besides, he might have information too. They had to get to the bottom of this -- not just the murder. There were strangers on the island. Dangerous strangers. She needed all the help she could get, and this was an excellent step in the right direction.

”Hi Nick, it’s good to see you again. I hope you were alright during the, uh, black-out.” She said.

It was then two older students joined them, those of which she didn't recognize. The wedding bands were easy to notice. Ugh, too many people. I can't divulge my story now... She merely gave them a tight-lipped smile, distracting herself with her thermos.

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Elementals: Void Assault

Xzaaaaayler, you've been challenged. Everyone get their popcorn ready. After this we fast-travel to Appling. :)

Elementals: Void Assault

Will peered up at her with revitalized eyes. She had a silly grin on her face for some reason, and she chuckled at as he sat up. "You wouldn't need to thank me if shit hadn't hit the fan, but I suppose it's all well and good. You... You kinda scared me, though." She narrowed her gaze, looking self-consciously at the dirt. "I can't keep an eye on you all the time, you know. Just.... be more careful?"

...What would we... I do, without you?

Sig decided to put in his two cents. Cora wished for a moment she was deaf. "So, Kettlehead," Ugh, Will deserved a better nickname than that. It was insulting. "Even If you guys are crazy I guess I'm stuck with you. Because I'm a generous guy, and the one with the most battle experience as well as the one with fastest thinking and best fighting skills, I will help you guys train up so you can distract all the guards while I kill Vrail."

That sounds like a big line of bull to me. Cora thought cynically, having only seen Sig's little puppet tricks with his power. He had too many reasons why she simply couldn't trust his word. And when it came down to Vrail, Sig's attitude very well could cost them that battle. But it was far in the future and the more pressing concern here was he complete and utter disregard for... She didn't know, communal respect? Whatever it was, it made her want to punch something. Instead, she leveled a cold glare at him, biding her time. There was still Phil to deal with.

It was close. Phil seemed to debate opening up just for a moment. But... something changed his mind. Was it Sig's quip? Will's abrasive question? She didn't know. But it would seem this would take time as Phil responded to Will rather quickly. "Sig drove me crazy with his shit and the feeling of a headache for the rest of the day was better than 1 minute of talking to him."

"Phil..." Cora bit her lip, rolling her eyes. He was definitely holding back.

Sig's words echoed in her head. 'It would be a shame if one of you were to die...' Cora wrinkled her nose, exhaling a long, cold stream of mist. Time for him to eat those words. Let's see if he was as great as he thought he was. 'Cause right now, he was all talk with no bite. And no one, she meant no one, threatened her or Will and got away with it.

"Sig." Cora rose to her feet, lithe and precise in her movements. She moved close, getting eye to eye with Sig with barely an inch between them. Her stare was cold, angry. "Before you go spewing shit, fight me. Right here, right now. Prove to me your worth. Or I will never accept you."

Rubylust [Estylwen x Wrensthav]

Actually, expect one tomorrow. I have the entire day off. :)

Obsidian: Wyverns

I heard it's suppose to snow 30cm overnight in Canadaland tonight... but yes, happy American Thanksgiving. =w=
(God, I wished I lived in Mexico.)

It's okay Lyn, I didn't think I'd have the energy to post tonight. But I love you guys too much. xD

Obsidian: Wyverns

"Is that a costume? Are we going to kill them in cosplay? Sounds like fun." Cheshire asked blankly, not understanding the humor Citrine found so evident.

Citrine discreetly rolled her eyes and examined the jacket using the criteria Cheshire offered. In a word, she supposed it was cosplay. But... She liked it. It wasn't the costume that attracted her but the iconic symbol behind it. A stone-cold killer. And with a katana, no less. Not that The Bride had intentionally become a goddess of worship to her, but being tossed on the the death row that was Obsidian she found solace in anything romanticizing her lifestyle. The only thing they forgot in the film was the irreversible degrading of the soul with each murder. Citrine rationalized hers died a long time ago, and never bothered herself with the question again.

The conversation taking place around the lockers was intriguing, to say the least. Citrine had mixed feeling about seeing everyone, but at least she could count herself among family. Brethren, maybe. If one Operative were to slice up the other it was to be expected, and moderately preventable. Citrine would take no hard feelings either way. Although 47 beat her to responding to Arsenic, she didn't seem to enjoy the lackey comment Citrine quipped back at her. The ex-con merely smirked, remembering that bit of trivia for later. The robot child was a fascinating work of technology, almost acting like it had it's own soul. But Citrine knew better, and knowing a little about Laraxis made her suspicious of the thing. She listened idly as 47 finished. "I am Master Valco's second-in-command, and have been my whole life."

"That's lovely, 47. I'm truly honored to be the in the presence of Laraxis' most esteemed... Mm, lackey." She smirked, a humorous tone to her voice. "But I'd prefer to answer my own questions. Arsenic needed a more exciting tale than that, and I was prepared to mention a dragon." She said, sarcasm lavishing her words.

The armory quickly filled with more Operatives, Ghost using his talent to glide in behind them. His nickname certainly suited him well. Alter stalked in as well, a purpose in his step. Citrine was honestly too fascinated by her gifts to notice Arsenic's bullet shot or Alter's mysterious assemblage of parts. Blame her ADHD. She looked further into her locker to see objects wrapped in tissue paper, disguising their true identity. She picked up one in her palm, tossing it in the air a few inches. It had a solid weight, definitely metallic. Citrine felt the grooves of the device through the layers of paper, enjoying the self-created mystery.

To Ghost's sarcasm Alter offered a comment that analyzed their situation quite nicely. "You've got to admit that a part of Laraxis' plan sounds at least good on the surface, right?" Citrine merely nodded, following the conversation closely. It was a relief to hear opinions cynical like hers.

While Arsenic mentioned a rather noble reason to comply with Laraxis, Cheshire gave her a look after depicting a likely demise. "We're too smart to let that happen though, right?" A wide grin flashed across her face.

Sweatdrop. "Of course." Citrine winked, casually playing off her true feelings. This would probably get them all killed, honestly.

Cheshire continued undeterred. "I wish Hannibal hadn't gone off and pissed off Laxxy. He was always a good guy to have on the team, and I'd rather not have to fight him. He's too tough. My electricity takes too long on him."

"You have a point, kitty." The blonde licked her lips hopefully. "But just think, we might have the sincere pleasure of facing a true monster in combat. A challenge. None of those boring bullet-armored humans." She wrinkled her nose.

She closed her locker with a click, planning to rifle through it's remaining contents later. Her gaze played across the room before settling on Alter, particularly his pocket. It was with casual fascination she eyed it, maybe with a dash of suspicion mixed in. He assembled it in record timing, one thing she'll never understand with the techy types. Curiosity almost spoke for her as she cocked a brow. "What, pray tell, is that device?"

Obsidian: Wyverns

Indeed, but it's to be expected. Mm, I have a bit of a vision for what's coming up next. Team Laraxis is splitting up in two groups, each with separate missions. Team Cyrus will be disrupting one, if not both of the missions. I expect there to be an few epic fight scenes. After that there will be opportunity to back stab, switch sides, character development and drama, etc.

Of course, suggestions are always nice. =w=

Obsidian: Wyverns

I mean today. God, I get so lazy on weekends. :p

Elementals: Void Assault

I can post today. We should give Sync a little more time, but if I have to puppet Thema a little then so be it. XD