I'll probably comically throw Sebastian in a scene somewhere c;
Good luck with enrollment, Kei! 8DD
Also Xan is adorablesssssss <3
We don't need to play it out too much, cus it'd be nice to get to Rex's chapter, but I think it'd be fun to see a little bit of it, maybe? Haha.
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As per Angel’s suggestion, the medics of Aliquam arrived as quickly as Dalia could call. All of the town’s medical personnel descended upon the Academy to offer relief and assistance, not only to the Pride and Rose whom had suffered the worst injuries, but also the other members of the academy’s staff, the Priests and Priestesses that all of the thieves had knocked out (along with the two Empire soldiers, Biggs and Wedge). Thankfully, none of the injuries were too grievous… true, Rose had suffered a broken ankle, Moira had suffered an extensive list of injuries (of which she was past used to) and Estelle had an incredibly sore and numb head and pounding headache, but other then that, they were all safe and okay, and only in need of rest.
Outside, the Masked Phantom’s body was gone. In the thieves’ escape, they had carried him off with them, and fled into the night. Hopefully this would serve as a lesson to them to back off and stay far away from Aliquam, because as far as the building dedicated to the goddess Aislin’s inhabitants were concerned… Aliquam would not fall. Not now, and not ever.
The next day, the remainder of the staff would do a sweep throughout the Academy in search of the explosives charges the thieves had planted, safely dismantling all of them. It would take some time, but life and studies would gradually return to normal. Until then, the students took delight in being able to relax and enjoy a short break.
The Pride too, took a break and nursed their weary bodies back to health…
Three days later; Morning
Aliquam: Cervantés Mansion
“I feel fine, Dalia, honest,” Dylan replied with a sigh as he sat up in his bed, his diligent and faithful sister by his side, pouring him a glass of water and peeling for him an apple. She looked towards her younger brother with that all too familiar stern look of his, assuring him that despite his protestations she would take none of it. He would remain in bed a lot longer. After his stunt back in the Academy’s theatre, Dylan had passed out and slept for two days straight. The amount of magical stamina he had to use back then was absolutely draining, if not impossible. She still wasn’t sure how Dylan had managed to do that- he had never shown that much… power or strength before. He needed his rest.
“You may ‘feel fine’, Dylan, but that doesn’t mean you actually are. You’re still staying in bed for a little while longer. The doctors said so.” Dalia nodded. “You shouldn’t be reckless when it comes to matters like getting better.”
Dylan sighed and rolled his eyes, sinking back into his bed. “As you say, dear sister. To be honest… rest isn’t so bad. I guess I could… use it.” Dylan turned his head, to look at the window beside his bed, and the sun shining through the swaying trees outside. “Being a Guilder is such fine work. Exhilarating and rewarding but… I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was also really tiring.”
“Then maybe you should take a break?” Dalia asked. Dylan snapped his head towards her, and she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that, Dylan. I wouldn’t dream of trying to convince you to abandon your friends. But taking a short break and vacation isn’t a bad idea, is it? Like you said, it’s tiring. And your body needs rest… so it might be nice to take a small absence. I heard from Estelle and Marcus about their mission and how important it is, searching for the Guild Leaders of Clockwork Town… and how they need to leave for their next destination tomorrow. But you could catch up to them, couldn’t you? Like your other friends. And in the meantime, just… have a rest. Catch up with your friends. And… well… me.”
“Dalia…”
Dalia sniffled, rubbing her eye. “I missed you, Dylan,” Dalia frowned. “Is it wrong to want to spend some more time with you before you leave again?”
Her brother sighed, and looked out of the window again, and the sparkling sunlight dripping through. He thought about his friends, about how awful it would be, to feel like he was abandoning them. But it was like Dalia said, he wouldn’t. Taking a small break wouldn’t mean anything… after all, he could never stay away from his friends. Just like Big Bro, Selan, Lisette and adorable little Kapi… he would come back. They couldn’t keep him away.
It would also mean possibly having to see Tobias some more. That, he didn't look forward to... but maybe he could do something about that. Get some closure. He needed it.
He finally looked back to Dalia and smiled. “Okay, Dalia. I think I could take a small break.”
Pressed against the wooden door to Dylan’s room, Estelle’s face was squashed on one side as she eavesdropped on the conversation inside intensely, having sneakily listened to every last word. She smiled. Being apart from Dylan, like all of her other friends, even for a little while, would suck. But it was okay, and she knew it was okay, because Dylan would definitely come back to them. And in the meantime, he’d be able to hang around his friends and his home a little bit longer. Thinking about that, she almost felt a bit homesick.
Estelle’s injuries had for the most part healed nicely. She had a bandage plastered to her cheek and a rather nasty bruise accompanying it, but she was back to her usual high spirits as always, after she ranted and screamed when she first woke up that the thieves had got away. Next time… next time they met any thieves, she was definitely going to take them down. No matter what.
“Leader… what are you doing?”
Estelle suddenly glanced up from her crouched position at the door, almost losing her balance entirely and falling into Dylan’s room. She caught and steadied herself, leaping to her feet and sheepishly laughing with one hand scratching the back of her head.
“Heh. Hehehe! Xandra! Just the person I was looking for!”
The Metallurgist raised a curious eyebrow at the redhead, and then back down at the door where Estelle was, frowning in confusion. “With your head against the door?”
“Never mind that!” Estelle grabbed Xandra’s shoulder and began leading her down one of the Cervantés Mansion’s sizeable interior corridors with several doors lining down the corridor for their guest rooms. “You have a date with Angél tonight, right? We need to get you ready… (｡+･`ω･´)”
Outside, the Masked Phantom’s body was gone. In the thieves’ escape, they had carried him off with them, and fled into the night. Hopefully this would serve as a lesson to them to back off and stay far away from Aliquam, because as far as the building dedicated to the goddess Aislin’s inhabitants were concerned… Aliquam would not fall. Not now, and not ever.
The next day, the remainder of the staff would do a sweep throughout the Academy in search of the explosives charges the thieves had planted, safely dismantling all of them. It would take some time, but life and studies would gradually return to normal. Until then, the students took delight in being able to relax and enjoy a short break.
The Pride too, took a break and nursed their weary bodies back to health…
Three days later; Morning
Aliquam: Cervantés Mansion
“I feel fine, Dalia, honest,” Dylan replied with a sigh as he sat up in his bed, his diligent and faithful sister by his side, pouring him a glass of water and peeling for him an apple. She looked towards her younger brother with that all too familiar stern look of his, assuring him that despite his protestations she would take none of it. He would remain in bed a lot longer. After his stunt back in the Academy’s theatre, Dylan had passed out and slept for two days straight. The amount of magical stamina he had to use back then was absolutely draining, if not impossible. She still wasn’t sure how Dylan had managed to do that- he had never shown that much… power or strength before. He needed his rest.
“You may ‘feel fine’, Dylan, but that doesn’t mean you actually are. You’re still staying in bed for a little while longer. The doctors said so.” Dalia nodded. “You shouldn’t be reckless when it comes to matters like getting better.”
Dylan sighed and rolled his eyes, sinking back into his bed. “As you say, dear sister. To be honest… rest isn’t so bad. I guess I could… use it.” Dylan turned his head, to look at the window beside his bed, and the sun shining through the swaying trees outside. “Being a Guilder is such fine work. Exhilarating and rewarding but… I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was also really tiring.”
“Then maybe you should take a break?” Dalia asked. Dylan snapped his head towards her, and she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that, Dylan. I wouldn’t dream of trying to convince you to abandon your friends. But taking a short break and vacation isn’t a bad idea, is it? Like you said, it’s tiring. And your body needs rest… so it might be nice to take a small absence. I heard from Estelle and Marcus about their mission and how important it is, searching for the Guild Leaders of Clockwork Town… and how they need to leave for their next destination tomorrow. But you could catch up to them, couldn’t you? Like your other friends. And in the meantime, just… have a rest. Catch up with your friends. And… well… me.”
“Dalia…”
Dalia sniffled, rubbing her eye. “I missed you, Dylan,” Dalia frowned. “Is it wrong to want to spend some more time with you before you leave again?”
Her brother sighed, and looked out of the window again, and the sparkling sunlight dripping through. He thought about his friends, about how awful it would be, to feel like he was abandoning them. But it was like Dalia said, he wouldn’t. Taking a small break wouldn’t mean anything… after all, he could never stay away from his friends. Just like Big Bro, Selan, Lisette and adorable little Kapi… he would come back. They couldn’t keep him away.
It would also mean possibly having to see Tobias some more. That, he didn't look forward to... but maybe he could do something about that. Get some closure. He needed it.
He finally looked back to Dalia and smiled. “Okay, Dalia. I think I could take a small break.”
Pressed against the wooden door to Dylan’s room, Estelle’s face was squashed on one side as she eavesdropped on the conversation inside intensely, having sneakily listened to every last word. She smiled. Being apart from Dylan, like all of her other friends, even for a little while, would suck. But it was okay, and she knew it was okay, because Dylan would definitely come back to them. And in the meantime, he’d be able to hang around his friends and his home a little bit longer. Thinking about that, she almost felt a bit homesick.
Estelle’s injuries had for the most part healed nicely. She had a bandage plastered to her cheek and a rather nasty bruise accompanying it, but she was back to her usual high spirits as always, after she ranted and screamed when she first woke up that the thieves had got away. Next time… next time they met any thieves, she was definitely going to take them down. No matter what.
“Leader… what are you doing?”
Estelle suddenly glanced up from her crouched position at the door, almost losing her balance entirely and falling into Dylan’s room. She caught and steadied herself, leaping to her feet and sheepishly laughing with one hand scratching the back of her head.
“Heh. Hehehe! Xandra! Just the person I was looking for!”
The Metallurgist raised a curious eyebrow at the redhead, and then back down at the door where Estelle was, frowning in confusion. “With your head against the door?”
“Never mind that!” Estelle grabbed Xandra’s shoulder and began leading her down one of the Cervantés Mansion’s sizeable interior corridors with several doors lining down the corridor for their guest rooms. “You have a date with Angél tonight, right? We need to get you ready… (｡+･`ω･´)”
Awesome posts everybody! ^o^ I'm gonna start work on a post now, and it'll be set after a timeskip to the next morning. c: This scene shouldn't last too long... maybe a round or two, but it's totally up to you guys what you want to do. Especially a certain... two people.
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And posted!
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Wuh oh Kathi just posted a WIP XD
I think my post will, and should hopefully leave things pretty open for Kathi to do as she likes with her character segments. Anything that might clash with my post I can edit afterwards.
You sneaky kraken you >:0
This next round should finish things up within the Academy and this night (hopefully) before we timeskip on. c:
I think my post will, and should hopefully leave things pretty open for Kathi to do as she likes with her character segments. Anything that might clash with my post I can edit afterwards.
You sneaky kraken you >:0
This next round should finish things up within the Academy and this night (hopefully) before we timeskip on. c:
Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Northern Sector: Theatre Hall
“What… the damn… hell…” Tobias staggered backwards, gripping onto his prized jewels after they were hit for the second time. Tears began to form in his eyes as Fabian shot off, hopping over strewn about chairs and dashing across the rows of seats in the comically placed empty spots from where chairs had been ripped up, dashing as quickly as he could to the wary Francesca and Jay.
The pair, along with Mattis and Fabian, had clearly seen where enough had been enough. With the Pride’s staggering display of power and resistance, it was obvious to all that they couldn’t continue with their plans as intended… in fact it had been a botched mission entirely. If they were swift and lucky enough, they might be able to take advantage of the Pride’s own exhaustion, and be able to escape instead of face capture. They turned for the hole in the wall that Dylan’s summoning attack had created – it was their closest exit from the Academy, and fortuitously enough there were no Guilders in-between. As soon as Fabian reached Francesca she caressed his cheek, searching for injuries, before nodding to Jay and alighting for the gap left open in the wall.
And in the corridor just outside the Theatre Hall, with Moira and Lute standing defiantly against Mattis in front of the exposed doors to the hall (defiantly standing being brief for Lute before he tripped and skidded his face along the marble flooring), the gentle giant stood silent and regarded the Guilders about him. In truth, he was glad this was all over. It was a shame they couldn’t succeed in spiriting away their target… but so long as the fight was done, he was content. Too many people had gotten hurt in too bad a way. He cast a final glance towards Estelle, who still laid ragged and injured against the wall, and then turned, blending once again with the darkness and disappearing, to a very loud and frustrated screaming from Moira.
“NO!” Tobias yelled as the thieves vanished. “No, no, no! What are you all doing?!” The patron yelled, dashing down the aisle towards the hole in the wall, and slowing to a stop besides Lucien and Dylan. “You’re just… you’re just letting them get away? We can’t do that! It’s unacceptable, it’s…!”
“Enough, Tobias,” Dalia sighed, emerging from her hiding spot and walking towards Dylan, kneeling over and placing her hand on her brother’s shoulder. “It’s over. Nobody here can fight anymore. We’re all too exhausted and injured. You just need to learn when enough is enough…”
Tobias’ cheeks seemed to glow a shade of blue. He held his breath, puffing out his cheeks for an indignant swear, before exhaled heavily and slumped himself down in one of the chairs, resting his head upon his hand supported by one of the arm rests.
“Those damn peasants,” Tobias hissed. “This isn’t the end. I’ll find and catch and punish every last one of them…”
“How is he?” Marcus asked Dalia and Lucien.
Dalia smiled. “His aura’s steady and comfortable. He’s just asleep. He’s exhausted.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” Marcus laughed. “I’m not surprised. He did amazingly well. Everyone did.” Marcus sighed, dropping his shoulders and creaking his neck from side to side. “But that was… tiring. How is everyone? Is everyone okay?”
Hey there Miss Jam, and welcome to our humble little forums. :) I hope you're able to find some wonderful rps here to take a bite in, and have yourself a lot of fun! If you ever need any help, don't be afraid to ask. See you around! 
OMG TOBIAS GETS HIT IN THE NUTS AGAIN
Gosh guys all he did was play around and cheat on Dylan and you guys go and do this to him tsk tsk tsk
Gosh guys all he did was play around and cheat on Dylan and you guys go and do this to him tsk tsk tsk
House shenanigans :/ Best of luck with all of that, Rex. Stupid landlords and stupid rents. I hope you're able to find a decent property for a good price! And I hope Riley feels a lot better too ;A; Enjoy GotG with your bro on Thursday. :)
Hey guys, I hope the rest of you are all doing spectacular! Absolutely loved your posts, brilliant stuff. c: As you can tell from the IC we're beginning to wind things down. Having the thieves flee or surrender is totally fine. I kind of prefer the option of fleeing (the Pride are a bit too tired to really persist in fighting, I think) as it also means we can have them pop up again sometime later in the rp. :) After that's concluded, we'll probably spend a couple more days rounding out the rest of this chapter and finishing off some story strands, before we move on to Rex's chapter. :)
And speaking of Rex's chapter, we should... probably discuss characters etc some more. Let's get a show of hands for people who are willing to play a villain for Rex's chapter, and from there we can probably create a group pm and discuss some character details/sheets for them. Sounds good?
Have an awesome day everyone! ^o^
I dedicate the below song to the lovely ladies of Tales, sung by good ol'Don c;
Hey guys, I hope the rest of you are all doing spectacular! Absolutely loved your posts, brilliant stuff. c: As you can tell from the IC we're beginning to wind things down. Having the thieves flee or surrender is totally fine. I kind of prefer the option of fleeing (the Pride are a bit too tired to really persist in fighting, I think) as it also means we can have them pop up again sometime later in the rp. :) After that's concluded, we'll probably spend a couple more days rounding out the rest of this chapter and finishing off some story strands, before we move on to Rex's chapter. :)
And speaking of Rex's chapter, we should... probably discuss characters etc some more. Let's get a show of hands for people who are willing to play a villain for Rex's chapter, and from there we can probably create a group pm and discuss some character details/sheets for them. Sounds good?
Have an awesome day everyone! ^o^
I dedicate the below song to the lovely ladies of Tales, sung by good ol'Don c;
Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Northern Sector: Outer Theatrical Hall
“Uhn… what… hit… me…?”
Propped against one of the Academy’s Northern sector’s corridor walls, Estelle’s eyelids fluttered open with dark spots in her eyes as she awoke to a dull, aching pain shooting through her head. She instantly recalled what had happened to her, her failed attempt to attack the giant Mattis resulting in the accidental smack by Moira’s fist. Dull agony washed over her, and she rolled her head from side to side, hoping to part the spots away and find where the others were. The pain wasn’t as pronounced as it had been before, thanks to Amy’s healing before she departed for the Theatre Hall, but her whole body still hurt, and she couldn’t bring herself to move, no matter what.
She saw Moira and Syed to the side, pinned down by Mattis, and groaned. Lute shouted out to their side, hoping to draw the thief’s attention away from the downed pair, and aimed instead towards him, his sword raised in a defensive stance. Out of the entire corridor group, he was the only one left.
Damnit Moira, Estelle’s mind groaned. Why the hell are you so strong?
“Get your hands off her!” Lute hollered, “Haven’t you had enough!? I’m not afraid of you!”
And then the doors to the Theatre Hall, situated in-between where Lute and Estelle lay on one side, and Moira, Syed and Mattis on the other, exploded outwards in a shower of fragments.
Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Northern Sector: Theatre Hall
The battle within between the Masked Phantom and the Pride was starting to take its toll, as the aristocratic dressed thief drew his full might and mastery of the wind to assail everyone inside, and leave no one unaffected by his calamitous hurricane. Whilst the ripped apart chairs, lights, flooring and other fixtures revolved around him and were sent hurtling out with frightening accuracy towards the Guilders, even his companions in Jay, Francesca and Fabian found it difficult to not be bowled over to the ground by the whipping wind.
None of them had ever seen the Masked Phantom enraged like this before. Normally, he was the cool and confident, expert thief they had always known and taken part on missions with- the man whom, once making a mark, always pulled through in achieving his goal and making away with his target steal. No other job before this had required this much effort or difficulty… and no other job had prompted a reaction quite like this from their leader before.
No other job had them facing the Pride.
“Nngh…” Dalia huddled as best she could behind one of the chairs, wrapping her body as small and tightly as she could, holding the detonator close to her chest. She had managed to stop him from making good on his threat to use their planted explosives throughout her Academy, but she couldn’t help but sit there in fright that the Masked Phantom just might destroy the entire Academy anyway. The way the winds whipped about the Masked Phantom the way he did also helped to serve as a shield… it was a perfect offence and defence. Oh Aislin, how could they prevail?
And stalking dangerously close to her… only a few scant rows away… was him… Jay, intending on taking back their detonator…
“Oh jiminy creepers, why did I leave the dorm?” Simon wailed to himself across the other side, poking his head up gingerly to look about the chaos enveloped performance hall. A piece of wood whipped around and smacked him in the head.
“Fabian! Please, please leave this place! Mattis, are you there? Can you hear me?” Francesca’s voice screeched into the young thief’s ear, as he hip hopped away from his slap fight with Trixie thanks to the pull of the wind around him.
"I'm still outside," Mattis growled unhappily from outside, his eyes transfixed on the devastated doors and upon Lute whom he knew glowered at him from within the darkness. "Fabi, listen to Fran. Get somewhere safe."
The young thief frowned. He had done a lot of running away already, and losing of fights, and he didn’t like it. Cussing cuss, the Masked Phantom wouldn’t be happy…! But… but he was also being really scary right now. Looking far down the Hall, at the stage below, illuminated by the whipping of flares circling around him… the Masked Phantom didn’t look altogether there. He looked… frightening. Should he run? Could he? But what about the others? He couldn’t just abandon them, could he? Could-
“You, brat,” An angry voice spat from behind him, and Fabian was suddenly yanked up into the air by the back of his collar. He thrashed about to no avail. “Maybe having you captured will stop that bitch and repulsive man you look up to.” Tobias glared at the young child, his knife shimmering in his hand. He wouldn’t actually hurt a child… even Tobias had his limits. But holding Fabian hostage sure seemed like a good idea to him.
It was too bad that the sheer ferocity of the winds about them and their deafening roar made it impossible for anyone to say or shout something and be heard. Impossible for anyone, except…
The Masked Phantom, whose roaring voice was carried across the wind like a vengeful god.
“WELL, IGNORANT CLODS?” The Masked Phantom spat. “IS THIS NOT ENOUGH? NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU PEASANTS UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING? YOU CANNOT STOP US. CANNOT OVERCOME US!!”
“I HAVE HELD BACK UP UNTIL NOW… I DIDN’T WANT TO TAKE ANYONE’S LIFE. BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! GIVE UP AND LEAVE, OR I’LL DESTROY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!!”
“Enough,” Marcus, who stood before him, sighed. He waved his hand in the air, and the raging winds subsided instantaneously. Objects that were being carried by the hurricane’s winds collapsed to the grounds with a clatter. The Masked Phantom recoiled, taken aback in sheer surprise and disbelief at such an action. It was impossible. His magic, his power, his control of the winds… it was too skilled, too precise, for this to happen… with a wave of his hand, he… how…?
Marcus shook his head from side to side, turning and walking away from the thief. “You’ve caused nothing but trouble for my friends and their home. And for what? Absolutely nothing. Stealing the Academy itself… are you an idiot or what?”
The Masked Phantom snapped, rushing forwards, charging at Marcus’ exposed back-
And the ground between them shone with a bright white glow, a magical circle forming in the space between them with an ethereal light, one matched by the crouching Matter Artist ahead.
Dylan’s chalk finished scraping along the floor, and his other hand was placed firmly upon the ground itself. This wasn’t easy… in fact it was so much harder then it was when he used his slate… but Dylan now realised, after trying and concentrating very hard… that it was possible. He could still use his magic.
And this was the last shot.
A large mass grew out from within the circle, growing and taking shape at an angle aimed directly at the Masked Phantom. His eyes widened in staggered surprise at the growing object, that quickly took shape as a giant, statue fist, before he was slammed full force by it in the gut, and pushed backwards by the still growing and growing summon. Everyone inside the theatre hall watched in stunned silence, their mouths left agape.
The giant stone fist crashed against the stage’s far wall, with the Masked Phantom in-between them, and powered straight through, breaking out onto the northern grounds beyond. The Masked Phantom’s body dropped from the statue as it slowly came to a final stop and dissipation, the thief’s unconscious body collapsing onto the courtyard gardens outside.
Light from the full moon hanging above outside shone through the giant hole left through the Academy wall, bathing the rest of the Theatre Hall and its occupants with visibility.
Dylan, still crouched, huffed and puffed with his rising and falling chest, sweat dripping from his body. He looked on at the hole he had made, and the man he had defeated, and he grinned before collapsing forwards himself besides Lucien, his magical stamina completely exhausted.
“Have that, you son of a bitch.”
Hey everyone! Wonderful posts everyone! You're all absolutely nailing it. c: Much love and respect. From the tiny details like Moira's spit being flung back in her eye, to Fabian flicking Trixie's forehead and the boobie spat between Francesca and Aria... so much quality. You guys... :'D
I'm gonna work on a post after I finish my dinner. ^^
I'm gonna work on a post after I finish my dinner. ^^
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