That cat's OP as hell though
His blood (which seems to constantly come out of its mouth) can kill pretty much anything
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Spawnling said
For clarification, I have NO idea where Victor and Aoife fled to. Soooo....have fun with that.
Don't worry, I FEEL you
It looked like most of the occupants of the conference room were occupied with conversation now. He felt two people leave the room, going for the upper deck. Perhaps they needed some fresh air.
"Gabriel, was it? So it looks like you're into psychology." A voice suddenly said. Looking up, he noted the speaker. He believed it was... Hiiro Furuta. He seemed to be japanese judging from his accent and his name, but his eye and hair colours would say that he wasn't. The Japanese people generally have black hair and dark eyes but he had blonde hair and blue eyes. Still, he had been asked a question and it would've been rude not to answer.
"Yes, I am." He replied. "I am taking psychology as a subject, and I wanted to learn about it early." He said politely. As he opened his mouth to ask the blonde Japanese boy about his subjects for small talk, he realized something was off. Looking around he realized that the room had gotten slightly darker than before. The lights still seemed to be functioning, why had it gotten darker? Then he realized it. Thick fog was blanketing the ship, blotting our the sunlight.
This is good. Gabriel thought. I can go outside without worrying for now.
Then, something else caught his attention. Whipping his head around to the general direction of the upper deck, he could suddenly feel a large amount of extra blood present on board the ship. Focusing his ability, <<Sanguine>>, he felt that there were multiple small circulatory systems moving rapidly through the air and seemingly attacking two larger human figures each with an elevated blood pressure. Birds were most probably attacking the students that had gone out, and they were probably seagulls as well considering no other bird would be this far out at sea.
Seagull or not, they were in trouble and it looked like they weren't coping too well. They were running now, across the deck and into an empty room. They seemed to have put some kind of barrier between them and the seagulls, as he could feel the birds suddenly stopping in mid-air at a certain point.
Standing up, he put his hand umbrella and psychology book away into his pockets. Picking up a chair, he turned to leave the room to assist the students, but not before informing someone of the situation. Turning to Hiiro, he said:
"Some students are being attacked. Gabriel said. "If you want to help, pick up a chair and follow me."
Without waiting for the boy, Gabriel ran out of the room, onto the deck of the ship and he was on the way to the trapped students.
Getting to the upper deck where the two students had gone first, he found very small traces of blood. Touching it, he could feel that there was very little blood and it had only come from some very small cuts. Following the blood trail with his ability, he ran across the deck trying to find where the two students were. Focusing on the feeling of human blood, he found them, still holding inside the room he felt them in before.
Rushing to the general area, he found the swarm of seagulls. The swarm was maniacally attacking a door which looked to be slightly broken, and he could see an imprint of a shoe sole. One of the students had probably kicked the door open and rushed inside. The blood pressure of the people inside were still slightly elevated, meaning they were still in a tense situation.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Gabriel raised the chair over his head and threw it with all his might. The chair sailed through the air and through the majority of the seagull crowd, dispersing it for the most part. The chair landed a little ways from the door. Running over to the door, he knocked on it to signify he was human.
"In a few seconds," Gabriel shouted to the people inside, "Prepare to open the door when I knock and close it quickly!" he said. He got a few knocks in response and he assumed that was an agreement.
The seagull swarm was reforming and now they had their sights set on Gabriel. He quickly ran over to grab the chair as a means to defend himself with before running back to the door before the seagull swarm could reach it. Knocking again and initiating a countdown, he started to use his chair to swat at the seagulls and keep them away from the door.
"3! 2! 1!" Gabriel felt the door open inwards, and he jumped backwards as he threw his chair again. The chair scattered the swarm as Gabriel went backwards into the room, the door shutting in front of him. His momentum propelled some more, and he felt his legs hit something solid as he sailed backwards into the room. Falling quickly, his back made a solid thud in contact with the ground with a loud ow! Escaping from his lips. Sitting up a little and seeing that he'd tripped over a girl, he scooted backward slightly, got up and sighed.
"What the hell is happening here?" He asked wearily.
"Gabriel, was it? So it looks like you're into psychology." A voice suddenly said. Looking up, he noted the speaker. He believed it was... Hiiro Furuta. He seemed to be japanese judging from his accent and his name, but his eye and hair colours would say that he wasn't. The Japanese people generally have black hair and dark eyes but he had blonde hair and blue eyes. Still, he had been asked a question and it would've been rude not to answer.
"Yes, I am." He replied. "I am taking psychology as a subject, and I wanted to learn about it early." He said politely. As he opened his mouth to ask the blonde Japanese boy about his subjects for small talk, he realized something was off. Looking around he realized that the room had gotten slightly darker than before. The lights still seemed to be functioning, why had it gotten darker? Then he realized it. Thick fog was blanketing the ship, blotting our the sunlight.
This is good. Gabriel thought. I can go outside without worrying for now.
Then, something else caught his attention. Whipping his head around to the general direction of the upper deck, he could suddenly feel a large amount of extra blood present on board the ship. Focusing his ability, <<Sanguine>>, he felt that there were multiple small circulatory systems moving rapidly through the air and seemingly attacking two larger human figures each with an elevated blood pressure. Birds were most probably attacking the students that had gone out, and they were probably seagulls as well considering no other bird would be this far out at sea.
Seagull or not, they were in trouble and it looked like they weren't coping too well. They were running now, across the deck and into an empty room. They seemed to have put some kind of barrier between them and the seagulls, as he could feel the birds suddenly stopping in mid-air at a certain point.
Standing up, he put his hand umbrella and psychology book away into his pockets. Picking up a chair, he turned to leave the room to assist the students, but not before informing someone of the situation. Turning to Hiiro, he said:
"Some students are being attacked. Gabriel said. "If you want to help, pick up a chair and follow me."
Without waiting for the boy, Gabriel ran out of the room, onto the deck of the ship and he was on the way to the trapped students.
Getting to the upper deck where the two students had gone first, he found very small traces of blood. Touching it, he could feel that there was very little blood and it had only come from some very small cuts. Following the blood trail with his ability, he ran across the deck trying to find where the two students were. Focusing on the feeling of human blood, he found them, still holding inside the room he felt them in before.
Rushing to the general area, he found the swarm of seagulls. The swarm was maniacally attacking a door which looked to be slightly broken, and he could see an imprint of a shoe sole. One of the students had probably kicked the door open and rushed inside. The blood pressure of the people inside were still slightly elevated, meaning they were still in a tense situation.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Gabriel raised the chair over his head and threw it with all his might. The chair sailed through the air and through the majority of the seagull crowd, dispersing it for the most part. The chair landed a little ways from the door. Running over to the door, he knocked on it to signify he was human.
"In a few seconds," Gabriel shouted to the people inside, "Prepare to open the door when I knock and close it quickly!" he said. He got a few knocks in response and he assumed that was an agreement.
The seagull swarm was reforming and now they had their sights set on Gabriel. He quickly ran over to grab the chair as a means to defend himself with before running back to the door before the seagull swarm could reach it. Knocking again and initiating a countdown, he started to use his chair to swat at the seagulls and keep them away from the door.
"3! 2! 1!" Gabriel felt the door open inwards, and he jumped backwards as he threw his chair again. The chair scattered the swarm as Gabriel went backwards into the room, the door shutting in front of him. His momentum propelled some more, and he felt his legs hit something solid as he sailed backwards into the room. Falling quickly, his back made a solid thud in contact with the ground with a loud ow! Escaping from his lips. Sitting up a little and seeing that he'd tripped over a girl, he scooted backward slightly, got up and sighed.
"What the hell is happening here?" He asked wearily.
I think imma get a post up now/soon
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Hey potato, how do you pronounce Aoife?
I'd like to know for future reference
I'd like to know for future reference
Is it too late to take assassination?
I'm worried abut my combat potency
I'm worried abut my combat potency
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Animus said
Good luck for yo papers!Feel free to create rooms or whatevs in the yacht as long as its not something over the top like a time travel room.
I will never leave the darkness, I belong to the shadows
As Gabriel felt a 10th person other than himself entering the room, he suddenly felt an 11th person materialize straight afterwards.
What the... He thought, putting his book down and looking up. Someone who looked to be older than most of the people in the room was standing there. His uniform was similar to theirs, except it was completely black. In any form of hierarchy Gabriel had studied, he knew that any kind of distinguishing feature on regular clothing signified someone of a higher position. That meant that the person standing there was most definitely a senior or perhaps someone higher than that.
Besides that, he felt when he focused, that his blood pressure was very slightly higher than normal meaning he was slightly agitated in some way.
"Now that everyone has arrived, we are ready to depart." The senior said. Judging from his tone of voice, he was somewhat annoyed for whatever reason. Perhaps someone was late. He thought to himself. Looking down at his watch, he saw it was exactly a minute after the time they were supposed to arrive. He's one of those people, is he? Gabriel remarked. Taking his notebook out of his pocket, he scribbled some notes down on the senior for future reference as he continued talking.
The senior's annoyance had been removed from his tone of voice, but Gabriel could still feel that his blood was still slightly agitated. It was less than before but it was still slightly higher than normal. He continued writing notes about his appearance and possible personality traits as he finished his speech.
"...your student card can be found within the envelope. Your rank is listed at the front of the card. If you believe you have been ranked inaccurately, you are free to rise up on your accord through the shuffle matches. Either that or you can wait patiently for the reclassing in three months."
Gabriel had no idea what the 'shuffle matches' were, but he could guess what reclassing was. He noted that an envelope had suddenly appeared on the conference table with their names on them when he was sure they hadn't been there previously. Perhaps that was his power.
"That concludes what I have to say, enjoy your remaining ride aboard The Merlin."
Speech and observations finished, the senior left. And Gabriel had a slight problem to take care of. The envelope was out on the table, in the middle of the sunlight. And if he went out to get it, he would have to put his umbrella up and beforehand there had only been 2 other people now there were 10. He was going to look really weird if opened an umbrella, went to the table, grabbed his card and sat back down in the darkness for no apparent reason. So he did just that.
Opening his small umbrella and standing as he did so, he went to the table to pick up his card. When he reached the table to look for his card, he scanned the other cards to find out the names of his fellow latecomers. He had a pretty good memory so he memorized the names and when he went back to his corner after finding his card. After refolding his umbrella and sitting down, he wrote down the names he remembered as he studied his own card.
Di Sangue, Gabriel
Rank: B
Dorms: Academia
Most of the other students were rank B as well but there were also some Ds, Cs and even an A. He thought it would be a good idea to note the rankings so he wrote down the ones he could remember.
He had a general idea of what the rank meant. It was most probably the basic alphabet system from F to A. Or perhaps it had the S class as well meaning that the senior from before was probably S class as well. That meant that he was in the third rank. All things considered it was probably a good rank to be in. There was room for improvement, and it wasn't exactly average. But what he was really thinking about was the dorms. He assumed that whatever it said was the name of the dorm building, but he couldn't really see a pattern for how it was assigned. He had gotten Academia, but some of the students his level had gotten West View. He didn't really know what that meant, but there was one thing he knew for sure at least.
Prominence was most probably for A class and S class students exclusively. Judging from its lofty title and the fact that the girl in A class was the only one in it our of the group, he could guess that it was a fairly elite dormitory. Perhaps it was even that castle he had heard about.
He looked at the A class now. She looked to be fairly young, and she was clutching a rabbit doll. A class probably has high expectations. He thought. He focused on her, and her blood seemed to be flowing quite normally. He hadn't really known what to be expecting but he'd checked anyway.
Looking over his notes and his card once again, he tried to think of anything else that was noteworthy. Having concluded that there was none, he pocketed both the card and his notebook before returning to his psychology handbook.
What the... He thought, putting his book down and looking up. Someone who looked to be older than most of the people in the room was standing there. His uniform was similar to theirs, except it was completely black. In any form of hierarchy Gabriel had studied, he knew that any kind of distinguishing feature on regular clothing signified someone of a higher position. That meant that the person standing there was most definitely a senior or perhaps someone higher than that.
Besides that, he felt when he focused, that his blood pressure was very slightly higher than normal meaning he was slightly agitated in some way.
"Now that everyone has arrived, we are ready to depart." The senior said. Judging from his tone of voice, he was somewhat annoyed for whatever reason. Perhaps someone was late. He thought to himself. Looking down at his watch, he saw it was exactly a minute after the time they were supposed to arrive. He's one of those people, is he? Gabriel remarked. Taking his notebook out of his pocket, he scribbled some notes down on the senior for future reference as he continued talking.
The senior's annoyance had been removed from his tone of voice, but Gabriel could still feel that his blood was still slightly agitated. It was less than before but it was still slightly higher than normal. He continued writing notes about his appearance and possible personality traits as he finished his speech.
"...your student card can be found within the envelope. Your rank is listed at the front of the card. If you believe you have been ranked inaccurately, you are free to rise up on your accord through the shuffle matches. Either that or you can wait patiently for the reclassing in three months."
Gabriel had no idea what the 'shuffle matches' were, but he could guess what reclassing was. He noted that an envelope had suddenly appeared on the conference table with their names on them when he was sure they hadn't been there previously. Perhaps that was his power.
"That concludes what I have to say, enjoy your remaining ride aboard The Merlin."
Speech and observations finished, the senior left. And Gabriel had a slight problem to take care of. The envelope was out on the table, in the middle of the sunlight. And if he went out to get it, he would have to put his umbrella up and beforehand there had only been 2 other people now there were 10. He was going to look really weird if opened an umbrella, went to the table, grabbed his card and sat back down in the darkness for no apparent reason. So he did just that.
Opening his small umbrella and standing as he did so, he went to the table to pick up his card. When he reached the table to look for his card, he scanned the other cards to find out the names of his fellow latecomers. He had a pretty good memory so he memorized the names and when he went back to his corner after finding his card. After refolding his umbrella and sitting down, he wrote down the names he remembered as he studied his own card.
Di Sangue, Gabriel
Rank: B
Dorms: Academia
Most of the other students were rank B as well but there were also some Ds, Cs and even an A. He thought it would be a good idea to note the rankings so he wrote down the ones he could remember.
He had a general idea of what the rank meant. It was most probably the basic alphabet system from F to A. Or perhaps it had the S class as well meaning that the senior from before was probably S class as well. That meant that he was in the third rank. All things considered it was probably a good rank to be in. There was room for improvement, and it wasn't exactly average. But what he was really thinking about was the dorms. He assumed that whatever it said was the name of the dorm building, but he couldn't really see a pattern for how it was assigned. He had gotten Academia, but some of the students his level had gotten West View. He didn't really know what that meant, but there was one thing he knew for sure at least.
Prominence was most probably for A class and S class students exclusively. Judging from its lofty title and the fact that the girl in A class was the only one in it our of the group, he could guess that it was a fairly elite dormitory. Perhaps it was even that castle he had heard about.
He looked at the A class now. She looked to be fairly young, and she was clutching a rabbit doll. A class probably has high expectations. He thought. He focused on her, and her blood seemed to be flowing quite normally. He hadn't really known what to be expecting but he'd checked anyway.
Looking over his notes and his card once again, he tried to think of anything else that was noteworthy. Having concluded that there was none, he pocketed both the card and his notebook before returning to his psychology handbook.
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