Feisty-Pants

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

He won by...disarming her? ._.

I wouldn't exactly call that a win. XD

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Minerva Fairchild - The Lion's Fang

Twirling through the air, Durendal slammed into the ground and dug deeply into the street as it was stolen away from her grasp by Damian.

With the initial exchange that lead to a clash of steel, a think line of crimson trailed down Minerva's fair cheek. As he broke away to retort with a set of words he likely believed were unsettling, she gave him no response, no words. There was only the sheer amount of focus in her eyes as they blazed with literal magic. He thought she was underestimating him?

Hardly, if at all. She knew he was an S-Class Magi. The thin line on her cheeks that stung viciously reminded her all to well of that. She however, was an A-Class. Nothing fantastic or unimaginable by all means. She sought to spar against this man to see where she stood against him; she did not seek to fight him however to combat over ideals.

Smoothly, Minerva unsheathed Caladbolg from its sheath. Her sword, her own priceless personal sword sang as the air came to touch it. Deftly, it snapped onto her side just as the blades he had conjured came in a barrage towards her from the distance.

Beyond them, she saw Damian closing the distance.

Swiftly, Minerva kicked to the side, moving swiftly to the right to retrieve Durendal. Once her fingertips wrapped about the hilt, the world literally came to a near complete pause in her perception. Seizing her sword and launching herself towards Damian's barrage, the movement of which appeared her like slowly falling shards of glass.

Weaving through the blades, the girl easily ducked and wove between the onslaught of blades. Until she swept past them and sharply closed the distance with Damian. In the perception of her adversary, Minerva was standing distant one moment with both swords in hand, and the next moment she was just barely a hair's breadth away from striking range of her adversary. With both swords drawn, the intensity by which she struck in both speed and strength had doubled. With a sharp parry, Minerva found herself an opportunity and Caladbolg swung in vertically on high.

Naturally, Damian would cross the blades in defense to stop the strike, but the ferocity by which they collided, resulted in shattering of the surrounding street beneath Damian's feet. So monstrous was it that a crater formed as a result while the very foundations of the buildings around them shook and shuddered as if in fear.

She was using him as a test for her strength. That was all that mattered. No other words needed to be said on her part.

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Alrighty, I'm home and can type up a post. Who needs an interaction?

@Grey

Kotori could use an interaction, I suppose. (She might run in fear)

New transfer to Academy City, sitting alone in the cafeteria.

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According edits made! I'm not part of Judgement. In fact, Kotori isn't part of anything. XD

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I'll make that student/teacher correction in my post shortly.

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Ah.

<Snipped quote by Feisty-Pants>

*A*
your writing skillz!! Can I haz them???

Seriously though, your writing is SUPERB!!!

EDIT:
just a bit of notice though,
if you were referring to Taiki and Ria as teachers in your post

Ria is a student
and Taiki looks like a middle schooler~

@Styrgwyr

._.

Shush. My writing is horrible!

And I was referring to them both yes. A slight mistake on my part, sorry!

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Just making sure it's all right with you to be accepted, silly. ^_^

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And I posted! What do you think?

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Kotori - A Songbird

Her day always started early, at the crack of dawn in her small dormitory room. Never once did it have the comfort of her own apartment, but at least here she didn't have to constantly work to keep her home. It was a blessing that she could appreciate, and as her glasses floated over from her bedside table and gently landed on her nose, everything came into focus.

Her main window always faced east, and with it the golden glimmer of sunlight's warmth beginning to reach through the curtains and onto the floor. Stretching lightly and ruffling the length of her black hair, she tip-toed her way lightly to the shower and soon after warm steam filled the small room.

Some time later she emerged from her dormitory dressed in the school's standard uniform. Lightly slinging her book bag over her shoulders, Kotori half walked-half hopped her way down the stairs towards the nearest bike rack. Parked there was a cherry red bike, chained to the rack itself and subtly the digits turned themselves while no-one was looking. The lock popped open and then wrapped itself and the chain about the midst of the bike tightly.

With the hint of a mysterious smile lining her lips, she hopped onto the bike and made way towards the school's main grounds. Upon nearing where she was to leave her two-wheeled method of transportation, the quiet girl smoothly transitioned from her seat into walking alongside the bike. Perhaps her feet fell too slowly, perhaps not, it mattered very little as the bike found its proper place.

As she walked away, the lock and chain positioned themselves where they belonged to secure her only bike while the grounds were still empty.

Today was an important day, a day where she walked into the school absurdly early. It was always important to make a good first impression, and she was determined to at least try to do just that. Sitting warmly in her bag was a home-made breakfast and lunch, down to even a freshly cooked omelette neatly decorated in various herbs and spices and filled with delectable vegetables and meats. A neatly cut pyramid of rice, and a light assortment of freshly cut and arranged fruit. Oranges, Grapefruit, and Pineapple arranged in a floral pattern.

Lunch was for eating later, she needn't dream about it now.

Wandering through the hallways, she found that which she had been searching for. The Music room! Quietly opening the door and peeking inside, the sight that greeted her was a magnificent one. Sitting in a corner near the open window was none other than an absolutely awe-inspiring Grand Piano. Settling the fluttering excitement in her heart, she fought the urge to sprint over to the instrument.

Instead, she walked alongside it for several seconds. Admiring the craftsmanship amorously as her fingertips gently ran alongside the polished lacquer. Silently, she slid to sit in front of the ivory and obsidian keys, lifted the guard that protected them in their vigil, and settled her slender fingertips atop them.

Slowly, she began her day with a melancholy but hopeful tune.

This Tune if curious

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqrg_1TkKT4

Eventually, her morning became encompassed in music. Relishing each press of any key and loving it more each and every second, the little Songbird quietly hummed to herself a softened tune of an unknown lyric as she continued to play as the sun came over the horizon at last and the school began buzzing with the sound of other students. The moment the sound of another singing atop the roof above her made her immediately halt however, and the protector of the keys quickly snapped shut.

Looking hurriedly to the door, she could see the shadows of other students moving outside of it, probably readying themselves to enter their first class of the day! She needed to hurry and escape before she was seen!

Quickly spinning out of the chair, she was helpless but to watch it tilt and fall in her poorly adjusted haste. As quickly as it had fallen, the chair suddenly stopped in it's collapse and floated back to where it belonged. A sigh of relief escaped her, and she bound in a long stride for the exit of the classroom. Smoothly opening the door and sliding out unnoticed, she hurried her way through the halls and into the empty cafeteria.

Closing the door behind her then, she finally managed to breathe again.

Finding a chair in the vast, but empty room she had found solace in, Kotori reached inside her bag and unveiled her carefully wrapped breakfast. Plucking up her personal chopsticks, she smoothly picked up a piece of deliciously golden pineapple from her wonderful-smelling breakfast to take a bite...

And then the door handle jiggled.

She froze in panic. Her feet screamed to fly instead of remain, but then two students walked in. One was closer to her age but the other looked like a middle schooler? Perhaps brother and sister she surmised; thet wouldn't bother her, and a breadth of elation escaped her for now. Quietly she finish taking a small bite out of the pineapple, while she watched the two others distantly from the corner of her eye.

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Hider

Telekinetic Esper

Appearance:


Name: Namashiya, Kotori
Nickname/Alias: "Mute Girl"
Magic Name: None
Position: None
Faction: None

Seat Number: Four

Nationality: Japanese

Age: 16
Gender: Female
Blood Type: AB Negative

Biography:
"There was a reason
that she was so
romantic about
the moon.
It never asked her
questions or begged
for the answers nor
did she ever have
to prove herself
to it.
It was always just
there- breathing,
shining,
and in ways most
humans can't understand;
listening."

--Christopher Poindexter

Growing up as a child, Kotori had always been told by her mother that she was special. In truth, she never honestly understood why. She, and her mother were alone in this world together, a not-so-dynamic duo living for one another. She in the hopes that one day she could make her mother proud, and her mother in the hopes that one day her daughter would have what she could not.

As a child, she dreamed incessantly, unendingly, searching in her heart and subconscious for the pariah that might bring to fruition her hopes that one day, her mother's life wouldn't be so filled with strife and tribulation. Her daydreams were little more than she and her mother living a life of lavish luxury, free of the day to day crisis of attempting to figure out how that they were going to eat.

Such a crisis suddenly changed when Kotori turned twelve years of age. Her life partook a peculiar change as one day while she dreamt, her pencil, diary, and apple took to orbiting about her. Swirling, rotating like planets orbiting a sun.

Waking from this dream only to have the three items come clattering onto the floor beside her accompanied the crash of a tray of food that her mother brought in. With eyes widened in fear on both parts, her mother fled the apartment. Kotori was left there alone, and not once did she ever see her mother again.

Thanks to the mercy of the Landlord, and a tender heart of the Landord's wife, Kotori managed to work for the two to earn her keep and a rooftop over her head. Learning how to skillfully both clean and cook home-prepared meals and the like. This continued four years longer, each day that passed, she used her newly discovered talent to help in the cleaning. Making herself more controlled in time, even down to precise movements like dusting and mopping with her hands as well as her mind, hoping that her mother might return until one day the Police came and visited her home.

Her mother had taken her own life in the northern Prefecture of Aomori. Leaving what little money she had left to the daughter she had abandoned.

Simultaneously grief stricken and heartbroken, Kotori turned around and used the money as an entry fee into the Hybrid Academy, in the hopes that she might find acceptance there rather than continue to live in secret at home.

Personality: Constant nervousness and hesitation for social interaction are what marks the first tenants of Kotori's personality. Social anxiety and shyness around other students has lead some to believe that she might be mute, even though she gets excellent marks on most of the studies she partakes in. A little bit of a bookworm, in addition to her books used for schoolwork, a Fairy Tale or two might be tucked beneath her arm.

Always a dreamer, she hopes for a day where she just might break free of the bonds that make her so awkward around others in day to day life. Fearful always that something she said could have offended another or driven them away in another measure. Failures to make what she could actually call a friend has only further ingrained these anxieties into her conscience.

Perhaps she believes she is not destined for the life of a socialite; rather, she is destined for the existence of a shut-in.

Likes:
Cooking - Like seriously, cooking, mother of God she can cook.
Using her Powers - for fun, privately. She doesn't like to publicly show off her prowess.
Swimming - Though wearing a swimsuit around classmates might make her explode in embarrassment.
Flying - Using her own power to lift herself into the air and fly!
Fruit - Especially fresh cut Pineapple.
Reading Books - Favorite genres are Mystery, Fantasy and Poetry.
Video Games - Usually of the handheld variant, though she's never owned one of her own.
Music - Especially of the classical genre! Piano music seems to speak to her heart wonderfully so.

Dislikes:
Bugs - In general, especially spiders. She might telekinetically sling someone's foot in the direction of one. Accidentally.
Sports - She is generally not aggressive enough to play them, in any form. If she does anything athletic, it's purely for fun, not for competition.
Bullying - She dealt with it in school when she was younger, now she utterly despises it.
Debating - Again, the lack of a social spine cripples her here.
Parties - Or large gatherings of people in an area for similar sakes, it feels overwhelming and she doesn't know why.

Skills:
Cooking - Above all else, she is an incredible cook. The opening of her bento boxes often tend to make others drool just by the smell of her food.

Music - A commendable piano player, she taught herself over the recent few years after falling in love with Piano music. She plays by ear, not by sheet music. A rather incredible talent nonetheless. She's also a decent singer, but...that would never, ever happen publicly.

Swimmer - She's actually quite good at swimming, but she only does so in the wee hours of the night alone at the school's swimming pool when she feels like it. Too afraid of attracting attention from others, of course.

Ability:
Telekinesis - Level 4 - She's able to move objects with her mind, and quite concisely and skillfully at that. Able to even cause concussive waves of akin to a wall of telekinetic force if she's unable to avoid a fight altogether. Though she has difficulty picking up heavier objects for sustained amounts of time. (A minute or more)

Magic: None!

Theme Song:

Extras: None!

I think I'm done! ^^;

Maybe? I'm not sure.