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Shifting from foot to foot slightly. "If you would not mind? My Father is insistent I practice against others." Alysse notes following him, her past transgression being seemingly forgotten, save for her flaming cheeks. An odd colour against her tanned skin. "A useful ability." She agrees to his explanation of wielding a glaive, though she lacked to tell him of her own abilities. It was not really like he needed to know, plus she didn't like to show off. Her skill with a sword was one factor she didn't mind. Sparring was required, and that meant doing it with people.

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She brushed the thick locks of hair back, shyly. Taking his hand she gives it a firm shake. "Alysse O'Neil, daughter of Set." Alysse fumbles slightly. "I- um... Don't usually do that, but... I can be a tad eccentric at times?" She offered lamely. "Alexander? You are the one they call the Judge?" Her eyes regard him openly. She had heard name here and there. Anubis had spoken of it in passing to Set once when she had been training with the elder God. How curious this one was a Greek through and through. "You wield a glaive? A odd choice for a Greek."

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The teen blinked, as if remembering herself. "Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to intrude. He had no partner and I thought I'd help-." Dark cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, the khopesh still light in her hand as she moves the sword to her side. "Didn't mean to get so carried away!" Alysse's Irish accent was heavy in her distress as she stammered apologies. "Oh dear..." She blinked, trying to find something to look at that wasn't terrifyingly embarrassing. Spotting the weapon rack she stabbed her sword next to it, righting the falling equipment. The khopesh dissolving to sand with the break in her will and concentration to fight. "Oh deary, dear." What had she been thinking! Getting into a senseless fight like that! Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Oh, she was going to find a nice lonely place after this and stay there! It would more peaceful and less horrifying!

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Alysse shivered as the fighting started. Her eyes looked over at the scene as she slowly stood to her full, yet not so intimidating, height of three inches past five feet. "You must practice on others, trying your hand against the same opponent will waste your potential." Set's words wound about her mind. He was right, Alysee knew as she walked to fix this problem. One of the students did not have a partner, walking towards them with a smile she stretched out her hand. Sand beckoning her call came to her like a river, forming a Khopesh. The student jabbed at her as she stepped aside it with fluidity swinging her blade up in a series of rapid strikes. The poor lad yelped and fell back under the onslaught, his sword barley halting the wicked blade. His attempts at attack only made her move to the side, but onwards still she came. Thwacking the lads wrist with the back of the khopesh, the neck of her sword striking his and knocking it away. Leveling the sword under the other demi's throat, Alysse held the position. "Don't ever let go of your sword. Drop you weapon on the battle field and you will die." She growls, remembering all too well her Father's words on the matter. The flung sword knocking over the weapon rack with a crash to end it's flight.

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The stone fell into her hand as a group of people, all teens. "And I was hoping for some solitude. Wonder what is going on?" Storing the stone and sand back in the pouch she tied the drawstring to her leather corded belt. Walking over she leaned against a tree, watching the scene unfold. Noting the elder teen handing out scrolls, Alysse frowned in thought. Lessons it seemed. Her words caught a few Latin words badly sounded out. Latin lessons on top of that. With a small smile she sat against the tree, and brought out her stone and sand beginning to work on the Celtic patterns again. Another treasure for her mother's crypt. Already it was nearly half ways full with the various crafts she had made. Moira O'Neil would live a life of luxury in the afterlife. Half ways listening to the Latin she focused at the task at hand, odd how a background sound helped whittle away the details into a patient blur of simple work. "I wonder if they are all demi like me? Most likely."

[Horror][Dark] Cirque De Monstres

Was going to see if I can restart this. Then I figured I might as well update the basic information for it while I was at it.

Xavier Institute: Mutants Unite

Flapping her wings the raven took flight. The air was perfect for flying. Each beat of her wings made her want to shift again, to take the form of a larger raptor. But that would not be a pleasant idea, the raptors were largely unknown to her. Bodies would have to be studied, along with their habits and how they flew to the precise detail. Perhaps her powers worked in another way. Copying the form from her will, but it was not a chance she wished or desired to take. Circling the school several times to learn it's basic lay out to her satisfaction. Landing on a window sill of opportunity, she ran a beak through the black wings, correcting minor details and fully admiring herself. If there was one thing she liked about her forms, it was that they all were magnificent according to her. Narcissism became her.

Warrior Cat Roleplay?

@OtterTerror, this is a rough idea of what I think you're looking for? The roads would be those steep, thread and needle roads and I can see a it being a camping place or such. Perhaps the moonstone could be behind a waterfall in a cave or something?

Potential Map

I got really bored...

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Alysse bent down to pet the cat, having paused in a park. Sitting on a bench, she pulled a small pouch out of her pocket, opening it she poured out a bit of sand onto the bench and tossed in a pebble. Watching the sand intently she touched it with her god-powers moving it about the pebble. Wearing it away little by little. Slowly working intricate designs upon the stone. Her brows knitting in concentration. Pulling her legs under her she didn't look away from the whirlwind of sand as the movement speed up. It was a slow process, but peaceful and it kept her in practice. To be good at something and stay good, one needed to do it correctly and well. Her mother had drummed this into her at a young age. "Anything worth doing is worth doing correctly! Don't stick half your hand in something when you need the full hand to grasp it!" Having taken this approach to the rest of her life, Moira O'Neil had applied it to helping neighbors and thus it had led to her death. Still her daughter continued to follow it. Watching the stone she moved the whirlwind into the sun, biting her lip in focus. Small details were never easy.

Warrior Cat Roleplay?

Recently formed, in my opinion.