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Soul Eater: Your best enemy

Conrad was listening intently, even while he appeared to be mindlessly sitting there. Torso stretched out over the desk, his head just inches above the surface; Conrad looked upon the teacher and student with formidable jade eyes, distinctive and promising. All in all, he had to say that his teacher had earned some form of aspiration from him. Strength oozed off of the muscled man like a tangible form of experience, and while not as exuberant as his father's, it was undoubtedly there. The weapon was another story; he wasn't too physically built and with Conrad's lack of soul sense, it wasn't like he could discern the beings real strength. However, since he was the teacher's weapon it could always be assumed.

Pushing himself out of his chair and following close to Evan as they filed out, Conrad found himself yawning from the morning session. With a tug at his black and red stripped scarf, he thought to himself. Finally, I get to spar. Another small step to finally surpassing Aaron! I'll prove I'm the best in the class with this exercise! The whole class is going to be shocked by my strength this time.

Walking up behind Evan once the class had paused, Conrad casually placed his arm around the red-head's shoulder and smiled a wild grin. "You ready partner? Let's go all out this time!" Conrad was staring at the teacher and his weapon, his grin still on his lips.

Hischool Dragon Showdown

Eos(dawn) High
Grand Summit Academy
Star Reach High

lol, I'm spit balling right now.

Edit: Also, I'm struggling with my history, only because I'm unsure of the setting and such. Like is there anything different in this world?

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Heat said
So the Republic took over the bunker?

Looks that way, not much of a fight put up. I think a few you have severely underestimated the power of the "dark side~" lol

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I got there quicker than I was expecting lol.

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He didn't understand, not even a little. This sudden spur of rebellion that exploded from him was unexpected... even to him. Even as he sprinted as fast as he could down the street, turning a corner hard and nearly bumping into a large dark-skinned man, Chung-Ho couldn't bring himself to slow down. His breaths were flowing out heartily, stinging his throat with heated needles as he pushed aside anyone too close to dodge.

In his native language he could hear his caretakers calling for him to stop, their hardened steps chasing after him. "Stop! Stop!"

“Young master!”

Chung-Ho slid into an alley, bumping into a metallic can and knocking it over. Grime splattered over his jacket as he fell onto the ground, catching himself before landing chest first. He cursed quickly before scurrying behind a set of boxes, hiding from his captors. Powerful thumps battered the inside of his chest as they drew near, growing louder the closer they came. When they passed by without a second thought, he let out a sigh. A moment later he sunk to the ground and hung his arms over his bent knees.

Where can I go from here? I can't return to the room, they'll just send me to the class on top of telling Chin-Sun. For a moment he was alone with his useless thoughts, then his phone vibrated in his back pocket, reminding him of earlier. Immediately, the pub that his "girlfriend" had commented about popped into his head. With a sly peek from behind the stacked boxes, Chung-Ho declared his surroundings clear and headed off through the crowd.

Eventually he made it to the small pub: Sam's Bar and Tavern. He noticed a rugged group inside; not exactly the most... amicable place to be at the moment. Walking pass the majority of them before taking a seat at the bar, he pulled his jacket from his torso and placed it on the counter. The price for his dirty suit would be near minuscule compared to the small fortune he was sent every month, and yet he couldn't help but be vexed by his deplorable appearance.

He gazed at his hands on the table with a cold stare. Oh well, at least I'm away from everyone for awhile. No pressures or tensions... well none except for my parents' last wishes. At the sudden thought, he swept his sleek hand through his hair.

It was frustrating. And the worst thing about it all was that he wasn't old enough to order anything to drink.

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I'll head to the bar in my next post, I'm figuring everyone is posting pretty quickly. So I won't attempt to change my post.

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Restless... or even more so simply exhausted, Chung-Ho still couldn't find any solace. Even when he was leagues apart from his situation, it still plagued him horribly. It was like the image of his family was nipping at his ankles, seeking his attention with whimpers. A quick breath puffed his fair cheeks before filing out. Dark eyes were peering out the full-wall window when a vibration shook in his back pocket. Pulling his phone out, swiping the code in before reading the text message from his most recent girlfriend. She wanted to meet him at a bar.

He brought up the time on the same phone. I have a class in about fifteen minutes.

Swiftly he typed up a response, planning for them to meet later tonight rather than at the moment. His etiquette classes were important, he was behind on his dinner mannerisms, or more so his toast making and receiving rules. It was all tedious but if he didn't learn than he'd be a fish out of water when it came time for it, no matter what the occasion was.

Just as expected, three knocks resounded from his hotel door. He turned around and grabbed his matching suite jacket for his outfit, which wasn't too far from formal. A dash of style from his home country gave him an unapproachable appearance, and yet, a exotic uniqueness in a crowd. He stepped out from the room, paying no mind to acknowledge the man standing outside his door. As usual they would escort him to his classes and wait for him to be done, only to leave once all of classes were finished.

What a lifeless life I live. Chin-Sun, are you enjoying the riches... or are waiting to spite me with the Moon group's responsibilities? He lowered his eyes in a significant moment of somberness as he walked down the stairs, his full lips closing tightly in surrender. I have no choice, do I? He asked his subconscious, knowing very well that his answer or any answer, would never come.

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Human to be turned

Name: Chung-Ho (Chance) Moon
Age: 19
Weight: 150 lbs
Height: 5'11"

Human, werewolf, or hunter? Human

If human, what is your life like? Besides being occupied with boring lessons and exhausting classes, Chung-Ho barely has a life. His days are spent in one class after the other, one foot in front of the next without any real pleasure being derived from any of it. Though wealthy and polished on the outside, on the inside he is lonely. Due to his upbringing and most recent let down, he finds solace in being alone, preferring, and ordering others away if they try to get too close or overstay their welcome. Outwardly, his attempts at being social can be quite awkward and somewhat cold.

Background: Born into wealth, Chung-Ho was always being told that his life was of importance, that he would one day be above a lot of people and that they would look up to him for leadership. The Moon group is a long reigning political power in South Korea and has been for several long generations. He had grown accustomed to watching his father fill his days with paperwork during his childhood and watching his mother starve from lack of affection. In the meantime he was being forced-fed meager lessons, the skeleton for his eventual inheritance.

When he turned eight, it was obvious that the boy was disinterested in the family business; the "Freedom Curse" is what the family had moniker the affliction. Around the same time his mother became sickly and was put on immediate bed rest, while it was recommended that she do so at a hospital, she was adamant about being at the manor. Even through all of this, his father had still been dedicated to his work. Seeing his mother suffer convinced Chung-Ho to make himself a prisoner to his duties, so he invested his entirety into studying.

By the age of sixteen, both his mother and father had died, leaving him the heir to the political power. However, his eldest sister sent him away to America, claiming that it was for the best if he studied intensely for his position. While away, she would govern the Moon group and all of its royalties. This had not escaped Chung-Ho, but he honestly felt numb to the whole situation. For three years he studied in America, mastering the English language and its culture. He has decided to take the English name Chance, finding some fondness for its definition. He's currently attending a renowned, private college.

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Sep said
Depends how I move my ankle and how it's sitting. Got a walking stick yo.You can throw yours up, I'll post mine up after food.

Cool I was hoping you'd say that, well the me posting thing, not the hurting ankle thing.

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Things hadn't gone exactly to plan but it had gone well enough. Thought Naraal as he sat in the passenger chair in the cockpit, his silver eyes glancing towards the nervous pilot beside him. She was a Twi'lek, her skin the palest of blues, her lekkus falling in front of her shoulders freely. She wore the standard garbs for space travel, a uniform that was unspecific of her allegiance and finger-less gloves.

"Was all this really necessary?!" she asked, her voice a bit shaken, her eyes barely daring to glance towards the force user. "I would have taken you there without all of this-this bloodshed!"

Naraal chuckled a bit, his arms hidden within his earthen -and now bloodsoaked- robes, his hood still pulled back. "Let the good times roll is what I say. What's the use in fretting over the past," He commented to her overzealous. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to convince the mother to calm down, her death was her own fault. And in the end, it was of use to him because of her death, the daughter had filed right into line, being dominated by his show and feeding his increasing hunger for the dark side with her fear.

He had never imagined this was how the brutes of the galaxy had maintained control over their captives. A show of malice, of sheer primal aggression, and she was purely frightened; suddenly everyone saw you as some greater being, a cut above the rest. It was no wonder that he was craving the dark side so greedily, he realized that the rush of power drowned out the hurt of betrayal. It left him with a numbness that felt like freedom.

That was an hours ago though, now he approached the epicenter of the ripples, the battleground that prodded at him on Virgilla 7. He had asked the pilot what planet it was, his curiosity filled with exuberance, one that he felt inspired some negative emotion in the woman.

"... Abridon," she answered after a moment of shock, staring out the cockpit window at the battleships in the near-distance. "A-apparently its the battlefield for a war. C-can we not get too close? or how about I just shoot you out towards the planet in a pod."

"Sure," He answered casually, leaving the cockpit and heading towards the very back of the craft to the pods. Once inside, he let the knife that he had killed the mother with fall from his hand. The Twi'lek had known he still held it, he could sense the perpetual fear resonating from her as he sat patiently beside her. It was much more nurturing than just out right killing her. It was like a endless supply of refined snacks.

Now, off to see what this battle is all about. the anguish is calling to me... or rather i'm drawn to it.