Rusalka

Metalheart

@Dmessenger (Umm actually Daniella was saying that in her mind))

~Oh gods! Did I say that out loud? Curses, Daniella, you've betrayed yourself!~ A rather heated blush befell her pale cheeks, coyly her arms clasping around herself. ~"Ahh umm...why yes."~ She stammered, losing herself to that debonair smile of his. How she wished to see it every day. ~"Tis a gift from my father, made by one of the finest seamstresses in the city. Do you like it?"~ Daniella couldn't help but show off her fancy dress before him, albeit she had hoped she wasn't transmitting the wrong sort of signal so to speak. The act, it was quite akin to a peacock flouncing their feathers about.

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085

Briefly Tohru chuckled. My was this girl ever flustered. Yuuko, the drama club was indeed quite suitable to her, what with that performance she gave. Yet Tohru's laughter ceased when she heard the voice of Yomi, immediately bowing in respect, "Yomi-senpai. I've...no idea honestly. I was on my way to the dorm hall when this girl attacked Rin-san, so I stepped in to save her." She had made sure to leave out everything else, how the real target was her, and how the two assassins, Yuki and Kaname, were actually students of Claymore themselves. True, they did deserve justice for their ill demeanor, but even so it was below a caliber such as Tohru's to besmirch anyone's honor.

Metalheart

"My apologies, Madame, but it seems we will be arriving a tad late."

The pearlescent sheen of the elegant carriage shined amidst the light of the early morning sun cresting over the hills with a gilded shimmer and bathing any and all in its soothing warmth as it rose to signal the beginning of yet another day. Daniella, who sat quietly and entranced in thought, her soft, pale cheek resting upon her hand, a few dainty fingers drumming against her skin, she sighed a tad bothersome and batted her eyelashes a few times as the city scenery passed her by and the prestigious school came into view of her languishing emerald eyes.

"Madame?" The chauffeur Winston, a man in his mid thirties, wearing the proper attire of a personal driver and escort, glanced back at her, whispering smoothly yet courteously to gain her attention. "Madame, I said we shall be arriving late. My sincerest apologies for being the cause of your tardiness, my lady. Surely your parents will not appreciate this either." To this a soft smile crept across Daniella's lips, parting to answer softly with quite the refined giggle, ~"Oh please, Sir Winston, there is no need to punish yourself for a mere fraction of time. After all...there is such a thing as arriving...fashionably late, is there not?"~

The driver's cheeks reddened a little, precocious as always Daniella was. The carriage came to a halt, out first stepping Winston to open the door for his lady....and then....into the beaming light of the sun she emerged, robed in such lovely and elegant attire, again fitting more of a princess or a refined, sophisticated young woman, rather than a student of the school.

"It is rather bright today, Miss. Would you care for your parasol?" Winston asked as Daniella stepped down from the carriage. Yet with a sincere gesture of her hand she replied, ~"No need for that."~ Winston nodded and soon departed from her, leaving her at the entrance.

She glanced around at all the students, some immediately she could tell were metalhearts, and others...well not. Twas their last day, the very day that would carve the divine path towards destiny. But it was odd to wonder to the girl, was destiny shaped by the hand of man...or god? Twas a question many had posed, even before her, and yet vague were always the answers. ~"I suppose one day the truth will come to fruition, but for now..."~ She was looking for one student in particular, a boy, and sure enough...she found him, her heart swelling with such a tender warmth. ~Ahh....hello Maxwell. May this day perhaps our destinies be intertwined my sweet.~ How she couldn't help but swoon upon sight of him, her eyes sparkling, the beat of her heart a gentle rhythm she could but serenade to of her affections for the bright and charming young man, but alas, such feelings she kept obscured beneath her visage.

....perhaps today, however, she wouldn't keep them hidden any longer.

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085

"Taken care of." Tohru replied, wincing a tad as her body still ached. Those assassins, they sure did a number on her. But just as Rin had Tohru to thank for arriving in the nick of time, so too did Tohru have to give gratitude for someone else, even if she wouldn't accept it. "I saw your duel however, before they attacked. Your skill is quite impressive." Though in pain, she managed to smile.

Metalheart

"Miss Reindheart, five minutes till showtime."

The kindly stage manager chimed in as she sat vacant expression at her lavish vanity, the hot glow of the light, such a feeling she couldn't bear for much longer. A brief but courteous nod she gave, resuming the application of her makeup, ugh...so thick and so gaudy. Is this really what she aspired to those past years long gone? Is this really...what made her happy? She sighed, setting down the makeup brush, one last look into the mirror, but no, not towards her reflection, the flawed porcelain mask riddled with cracks and pocks. Her gaze was languid and longing towards...a photograph, slightly torn at the edges and crumpled a tad. But despite its not so well-off condition, still the image she deeply cherished, or rather...who the image encompassed.

A boy....short auburn hair and a face lit by a dazzling, charismatic smile. His fate was chosen...and so was hers...

~"Fate....is it of our choosing...or of another? My dear Maxwell....where are you?"~

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~Two Years Ago~

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~"Ave Maria, gratia plena.
Maria, gratia plena-"~

~"No, no, no."~ Perturbed her mother sighed shaking her head in displeasure, always one to nag constant at her performance. In fact, it was getting a little bit under Daniella's skin. ~"You need to project more, my dear. Be boisterous, not timid. Your persona on stage must be larger than life! This, why, I feel as though I'm teaching a mouse to sing! Try it again."~

~"Mother..."~ Daniella muttered under her breath, crossing her arms. ~"If we keep this up, I'm going to be late. The graduation ceremony is today."~

~"Which is why we must practice harder, Daniella."~ Sharply her mother quipped. ~"You're going to be a singer, not a metalheart. Gods only know what your father would say if that happened."~ As if she needed to be reminded of her father's bigotry. Such a single minded fool he was, but nevertheless when he went on his rantings about the metalhearts, how they were the bottom sludge of the barrel and whatnot, Daniella could only gnaw at her lip and quell her fiery tongue, seething in silence. ~"Now come on, from the top."~

~"Fine..."~ Rolling her eyes, Daniella huffed. This was getting to be annoying for her. Once more, her mother's frail, dainty fingers graced the ivory keys of the grand piano, the melody encompassing the room in such a serene and demure atmosphere. Daniella, she waited for her cue, taking a deep breath inwards, and then....

~"Ave Maria, gratia plena.
Maria, gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus,
Tecum.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus,
Et benedictus
Benedictus fructus ventris tui
Ventris tui, Jesus.
Ave Maria."~

Soft was her voice, but now, just as instructed, her entire heart she put behind it, every lyric sung with such passion, such fervor she could muster despite her fatigue towards these menial lessons. However, even if her mother pushed her to the brink of her own sanity, music was one of her many joys in life. The second verse she was about to sing, but of course, another distraction. This time, not of her mother.

"Miss, I'm sorry to interrupt, but your daughter's carriage is waiting to ferry her to the academy."

~"Ah, very well sir Winston. I must prepare for the ceremony anyways. Besides, I can tell Daniella is growing bored of these lessons, but soon...oh so very soon shall they pay off."~ And to Daniella, a soft smile she gave, though Daniella could sense a different meaning behind it. ~"For the both of us. Your father and I shall see you at the ceremony then my daughter. Good luck, and may the favor of the gods be with you."~

~"Of course mother. See you then."~ A short hug she gave her mother and out the door she was, boarding her carriage and soon arriving upon the gates of the school.

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085

"Now!" Just as her weapon was disarmed, Tohru made her move towards Yuki, screaming in anger towards Rin. In one swift blow to the face from the pommel of her sword, down went the assassin hard, the force shattering her porcelain mask into several pieces. "Gyah! Kaname...sama!" After a painful yelp Yuki whimpered, her frail body crashing to the ground. "Forgive...me..." And out cold she was. The battle was over, yet...Tohru was certain this would not be the last. Just as she figured, there it was attached to Yuki's sword, the same black rose keychain, which she snatched from Yuki and clenched tight in her fist. This isn't over. Black Knight, whoever you are, I will find you....for Chizuru-chan.

With cold, empty eyes she stood over the unconscious body of the assassin before glancing over her shoulder at Rin, "It's alright. She isn't dead. I refuse to spill blood unless there is just cause."

Metalheart

I'll have a post up later-ish. ^___^

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085 Yes. I'm good with it. ^___^

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085

I think I'm gonna have Tohru to get Yuki to attack her and get her sword stuck then Rin could jump in and knock her out with a sword to the face.

Sorry. Binging on Sakura Trick. XD