RoflsMazoy

Four Winds

You can edit those in no problem now, you know

EDIT: @Lord of Evil see?

The World of Wasted Dreams

Alright, so I'm going to admit I've been busy with nothing recently. I just did a short one because there's not much else Iyato would be doing or thinking right now.

The World of Wasted Dreams

Iyato Kujo

Death takes cowardice,
Heroism takes courage.
Inside is neither.

"Your word is my gospel," Iyato said. "Lead the way."

Whether he was being sarcastic or not, he hadn't yet decided. He liked Shizune the most out of any student he'd had the pleasure of being near. He loved her attitude, the distance, as if being next to her was still a world away. How haughty she seemed, how regal she felt, her gaze when she'd find out how he thought of her, imagining it excited him to no end. The rest of their group paled in comparison to the absolute untouchable presence that she was, and he loved it.

As for the rest... they can burn for all I care. He thought.

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((Collab Post between @RoflsMazoy, @GreenGoat, @Letter Bee, @January, @banjoanjo, and @Ayemdar))

Sounds of chaos started to rise all around her.

A strange feeling started to rise up inside her. Was it elation? Satisfaction? Or perhaps even pure exhilaration from all the chaos she was causing? In any case, Junko was enjoying that feeling immensely. Causing mass confusion upon the soon to be students plus one walrus gathering there was something she'd never expect to actually amuse her.

"Hey there!"

A voice called out to her suddenly, followed by a tap on her shoulders, making her almost jump out of her skin with shock. The black fog flickered for a moment, losing its black color for an instant. It was one of the boys, though she knew not his name.

"This is some pretty good work if you wanted to piss him off, but just this wouldn't be enough for you, would it? Why don't I lead you to him, so you can punch him in the face?"

"No."

A simple reply. She had no real intention of explaining that she was concentrating on maintaining the darkness and the fog's spread, just so she could interfere with this... show out of spite. However, what she elicited out of the man was not one of annoyance, but of amusement instead. Infuriating, to say the least.

"Why is that?" Mikhail interrupted, trying to be kind and finding that attempt bolstered by what he thought was Donovan's calming aura. He analyzed Junko's voice, trying to dissect what emotions were behind it. What he was finding...well, let's just say that it was the unnatural calm on him prevented the sixteen-year old from acting irrationally.

"No, I'm curious, why is that?"

"Actually, I don't think that matters all too much." Clive said, a smirk coming to his lips.

Part of the power in his eyes was to see emotions, and he could see all too well the reason why the gas mask girl had refused. Despite the wave of calmness, it didn't seem to block emotions of annoyance. After all, someone just appeared out of nowhere seemingly immune to her ability. Maybe that wasn't all of it, but it was enough to act on.

All he'd need to do was feed that annoyance.

"If you don't want to do it, then it's fine." He said condescendingly, smiling all the wider. "All I needed you for was to show off anyway. I guess it doesn't matter whether you want to come or not."

Junko gave no reaction to whether those words affected her or if she even heard it at all. She was almost seething underneath her calm, stopped only from beating Clive over the head with her gas mask due to Donovan's aura, though she had no knowledge of that.

"Concentrating." She spoke, answering the previous question. "I'm concentrating."

If it was not for the black fog surrounding her, she looked for all the world like she was spaced out thinking about nothing in particular. But from what she said and what was happening around her, it was pretty obvious what she meant. It didn't seem like she'd actually reply to Clive.

Meanwhile, Donovan was still lauding himself over being able to taunt Running Fist yet another time.

"Don't hurt Nico," the guy had warned. "Don't do anything bad to him or I will follow through on my own threat.

The pissed off guy’s voice had lost its edge. Donovan had seen these exact symptoms numerous times before. He smirked at Running Fist’s futile attitude, knowing that there was little he could do about Donovan at this point in time.

“Riiight,” he had smiled condescendingly, stretching out the word with a drawl, “Wouldn’t want to get on your bad side or anything.”

He let Sunnies' and Gas Mask Girl's conversation play out. It seemed like the bloke could convince her easily enough. He didn't see any need to step in.

"The calming wave is your power, right?" Clive said, turning around.

From an outsider's point of view, it looked like Clive was homing in on his scent, and it wasn't entirely false. Clive had seen a literal wave when Donovan's ability had been activated, the same color as the sigil he could see on his chest.

He wasn't sure yet if he could use it, but he was glad for the extra help.

"Name's Clive," He said, extending a hand.

Donovan, though he was slightly surprised by Sunnies' sudden approach, shrugged nonchalantly, as if he was trying to muster up the humility that any decent person would have in their reserves. The light from his chest reflected in Sunnies', well, sunnies.

"Swanky and smart, eh? But yep, you got me. My power basically lets me make people tone themselves down a notch."

He took Clive's hand with a firm shake.

"Donovan. I should probably mention though," he added, indicating to the nervous wreck behind him, "right now, this little guy is helping me out. He's got some sort of power tuning ability. Usually I don't affect nearly as many people as I am currently."

A flicker of enthusiasm slipeed through the calm and returned to Mikhail once Donovan revealed what Nico's power was. Going over to Nico, the boy would say, his eyes open wide in admiration:

"That is so cool, Nico! I always knew you'd have such an awesome ability!" Mikhail would have a wide grin on his face, as if to say: I knew you wouldn't fail. Taking deep breaths, as if to fan that small flicker of enthusiasm, Mikhail would then say happily, as though lovestruck anew:

"This is great; we - the team - will be able to protect you better with this."

Nico flinched away from Mikhail's sudden approach, the other boy's enthusiasm shocking him out of his thoughts. Blinking, his eyes hovered at some space to Mikhail's left, the reminder that Mikhail was right there bringing with it a surge of awkward tension.

He nodded in response, a tightening of his lips and a slight squint of his eyes the only indicators that he felt uncomfortable.

Annoying.

The thought surprised him, but a lurking feeling like he had expected it muddled his response.

No. What...?

Maybe you just like being--

Stop it.

--doted upon.

A sharp intake of breath punctuated the silence that followed his thoughts and Nico cast his eyes elsewhere, trying to look at anything but the space between him and Mikhail.

Annabelle looked around and watched the many introductions. Normally her mind would be racing, overloaded by what was going on, but all she felt was calmness. She wondered why she felt this way, because it wasn't normal for her.

However, she couldn't dwell on it long. She knew they needed to impress Varus. Maybe this once it would be alright to work with others...

Annabelle spoke up, not speaking to anyone specifically and introduced herself. "I'm Annabelle."

"Welcome to the League, Annabelle," Clive said.

A water controller. Boosted by the nervous boy maybe she would've been able to move the fog like she said, but they had the fog controller right here anyway. The symbol was a fairly generic one, so the power made sense. How it'd fit in the grand scheme of things however, he had no clue. They were a motley crew by any description. They were missing a lot of things, like direct attack power, and they were definitely going to need some if they wanted to even get close to Varus.

"Hmmm, let's see..." He said, peering out into the fog.

There were plenty of other people who seemed useable but he didn't know who to use. Panther girl was a possibility, and also the demon guy she was with. Maybe Kyou could do it too? She seemed plenty battle ready, maybe a little too battle ready. He didn't have a completely solid plan in mind. He wanted a fairly complex distraction.

He thought idly about how Kyou would be if she were more docile. He was pretty sure Donovan's aura would mellow her out a little.

"Wait..." He said, inspiration hitting like a lightning bolt. "Donovan, I need the range of your ability. I've got a plan."

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@Scio

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Ready for round 2? Team Beast is out to get Varus in kind this time!
_Hopefully...

@hagroden: Want to do a collaborative post through PM to get this done quickly?

@Riffus Maximus

I hope this doesn't end up becoming a Varus fiesta

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@Scio
I probably should've mentioned this earlier, but Operation Punch Varus is ready and operational. Everybody who wants to punc hVarus on your update before launching into it.

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Which begs the question: What did mages do to be persecuted?

@KOgaming

There was something about a massive magical calamity a while back in the interest check I think

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If anyone else wants to sock Varus in the face, just conveniently overhear what Clive said

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"Clive" Arkadian

"Stick close to me." Clive said to Kyou, grabbing her hand. @Masaki Haruna

Chaos had erupted, but it wasn't the reason he was holding onto Kyou. He could see emotions, and more than a few people were enraged at Varus. He'd been altogether far too flippant for Clive's liking, but he could ignore that if he really wanted to, but it seemed like Gas Mask girl couldn't. In Clive's vision she'd always had dense fog-like clouds around her, representing her magic. He guessed it'd been fog magic, but until he'd seen her take her gas mask off and the amount of magic in her breath that he realized how strong it would be.

She breathed out and the fog appeared. The magic was probably coming out of her lungs, but the fog appeared around her. He could tell because no one around her was looking at her, they were all looking around randomly.

Wait, that would be a good way to show off my power... He thought.

"I'm moving, don't let go." He said to Kyou, starting to push his way through the crowd.

He suspected the Gas Mask girl couldn't see very well in this fog either, despite the fact that she made it. Illusionists saw through their own illusions because they weren't actually there, but this fog was real fog. Unless someone had Clive's eyes, they wouldn't be able to see him coming, especially not from behind.

"Hey there!" He said, tapping the gas mask girl on the shoulder. "This is some pretty good work if you wanted to piss him off, but just this wouldn't be enough for you, would it?"

He was sort of aware what he was planning might end up not working out, but this was going to be an easier way of backing up his statement when he told Varus what his power was. Had the fog stayed white, he would never have thought about doing it, but right now it was close to complete darkness.

"Why don't I lead you to him, so you can punch him in the face?" He said. @GreenGoat

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"Clive" Arkadian

You know, for once I think I'm going to try my best to ignore all that. Clive thought.

He was keenly aware of the same guys doing the same stuff, now with an added party. He was extremely curious to see who'd latched onto the unlucky guy but he'd see everyone eventually, no need to rush.

"We're just following the red guy," He said to Kyou, turning his back to the other group. "I don't really know what's going on specifically but it seems like it'll be an entrance exam of some sort? Oh wait actually."

Varus didn't look like the kind of guy who wanted to be kept waiting. Even if no one else could actually see emotion, he was sure they could tell he was a no-nonsense guy.

"Yooo slowpokes!" He called out, turning around. "I don't know what you're doing but you're going to get left behind!"

As a bonus, he got to see the other group's magic. There was a new boy, who had a white shield emblazoned with balancing scales floating in front of him as well as a pair of eyes revolving around his person; a pretty girl who had an orb of water over her shoulder, a blonde haired girl with glasses who had a windowed door over hers, and a girl with bear ears which had a very realistic roaring bear as her symbol.

"If you show up late the instructor might just blow you sky high!~" He said, a mischievous smile on his face.

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@Masaki Haruna@Banjoanjo@Nanashi Ninanai@Letter Bee@January@Ayemdar@KOgaming
(That's a lot of mentions o_0)