[color=f26522][/color]“Oh, it's just a mark! It didn't hurt you a bit.” Aine exclaimed quietly. “Lucky you, that's a rare natural trait.”
"No," Cassandra greed, "It never does. I didn't realize that was uncommon, I've been like this since my awakening."
Something from across the room drew Aine away just as fast as she had come.
“A fireproof fire mage, nice! Most of 'em really gotta work to get that skill down but looks like you're a natural, lucky lucky! Come teach my best friend, save me some time when our boyfriend forgets his turn on date night.” Kanalie rolled her eyes. “Says he doesn't care about it and then sets the dorm on fire when our vampire takes him at his word. Boys. Such drama queens. Anyways, I'll get out of your hair for now unless there are anymore questions. And since I've decided you two are awesome…” She quickly scribbled her number on a piece of paper. “Here is my number. Don't hesitate to text if you have questions or just want to hang out with someone.”
"R-right," she took the number and put it in her pocket. She didn't really understand a lot of what the older girl had just said, but it seemed like they were friends now.
Cassandra looked at the back of her hand during the last part of the class, musing. That her immunity to fire was useful was common sense, but she had never known it was rare. She had always assumed it was just a fire mage thing. It pleased her, to know that she had a power others didn't. It was the first step to being powerful, and she would take any advantage that came from herself, rather than her brother's infamy.
The ringing bell startled her some, and she got up from the table in sync with Lilie. She glanced back at the crystal one last time, wondering how much time she would be spending mastering the basics.
Together, they walked to their next class, chatting idly. It was strange to Cassandra, who hadn't interacted with someone her own age since she was ten.
In case Hero and I do a collab.
When they arrived, they found a much larger class. The name listed as the TA was familiar to her, but it took her a moment to place it. Sinnenodale was all too well known, of course, but she knew this particular member of the family because he had invited her to a party, tonight in fact. Well, he had not invited her, it was Dominique Astorio. This gave her pause, but she supposed she would have to check with her new partner to see if she was still meant to attend.
Speaking of whom, Cassandra had scanned the class, but Amaris had yet to arrive. There were seats set aside for the nobles, but unsure whether she was meant to join the Countess or not, Cassandra selected a seat just behind the noble's section, and checked her syllabus.
The enormous black Oni cocked his head sideways as the grenade was thrown. It detonated with concussive force, blasting bits of brick and rubble from the walls on either side of the alley. The Oni Threw his upper two hands up, covering his ears in a moment of pain. His lower arms, meanwhile, held the massive club in front of him defensively. He lowered his hands gingerly, head questing from side to side, sniffing through the mask. His foot tapped, lifting up on the tow to bring the heel down sharply, over and over. Suddenly, he lunged sideways, ramming one of his feet into a newly made crater in the building. His lower right arm dangled with the club, the other three meanwhile shoved their fingers forcefully into the brick, and began to clamber up the wall.
Shinobi, meanwhile, was sprinting past the alley mouth. He slide across the hood of Destructo's truck, shouting at him.
"Get the fuck out of here with that! You've caused more damage than the Oni now!"
He skidded to a stop in front of the noodle stand, peering inside cautiously. But the only one in there was Mr. Hamayoto, an old balding man, cowering behind his counter. The table was an absolute mess, and Shinobi could see that every pot in the place had been emptied bowl by bowl, to feed the Oni.
It’s an explosive he made mostly out of dynamite. The explosion itself is made for demolitions and will probably cause property damage. There’s also probably going to be shrapnel from the blast also sending shards of sidewalk/wall all over the place. Mm Destructo is less trying to injure the oni (Though he definitely wants to do that) and more trying to block its escape route by creating debris and also disorient it to leave it open for his next move. That’s also why he turned his brights on and positioned himself between them: If it tries to charge him it probably will be blinded.
Thanks, that gives me plenty to work with.
Destructo is about to learn something about Black Oni.
As Jack fumbled with his sword, the pale Oni drew a sword, also still sheathed, from their sash. They slammed it point first into the ground, where it stuck inexplicably. Something was spreading from the point where it touched the ground, though in the dark it wasn't clear what it was. They drew the sword out with deliberate care. The hilt was wrapped in white silk, with a golden pommel and matching guard. The blade was the palest silver.
When Jack lunged, the Oni brought their sword up to block with breathtakingly perfect form. Form of the sort that assumed the opponent was fighting in the same caliber, which of course Jack was not. His wild and ill practiced slash skittered off of their sword, and nicked the left side of their neck.
They kicked off the ground, flying back an unreasonable distance for the slightness of the motion. A hand came up and stroked the cut thoughtfully. Nothing flowed from the wound. They brought their sword up to their own neck, and mad a cut, matching in perfect symmetry, on the right side.
Suddenly, they lunged, closing the distance they had created in the blink of an eye, and aiming a diagonal slash across Jack's chest.
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