Rusalka

RPG What Did you Last Eat?

A white chocolate macadamia nut cookie. ^___^

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085 @Bryn
Tohru laughed at the mention. She could have pictured how Rin's dorm was flooded with several love notes, bouquets of roses and other trinkets of admiration and affection from her fan-club. A very familiar sight it was for her. "Just wait. It gets worse." A sly wink she gave to Rin. In truth, Tohru didn't mind the attention, but sometimes a girl needed her breathing room. "Ah, arigato everyone!" Happily and gallantly she waved to the crowd, her biggest smile she could muster despite her fatigue. "I couldn't have done it without your love and your support, but now...I'm rather tired, so I'll be turning in for the night. Thank you once more and I will see you bright and early in the morning!"

"Awww! Don't leave, Tohru-senpai!"

"Yeah, don't go!"

"We can't wait to see your next duel, Prince Tohru!"

My how persistent they were, but nevertheless, Tohru was indeed tired, barely able to stand on her feet after such a taxing and bizarre day of school. What a way to cap off her second year. Casually, she slipped her arm around Rin, mostly for support, but also...something about the girl struck Tohru. She felt as if she wanted to be Rin's companion for the school year. "Well...shall we?" She said with an exasperated sigh. It was going to be a long walk to the dorms after all.

She was just about to leave, but then another girl had entered the scene, short cropped hair, similar to that of a boy's cut, and tan skin. She was also a slight taller than Tohru, and...she too had her gaggle of starried eyed schoolgirls behind her. "Oh, hi there. A duel earlier, but rest assured, no harm done."

@Otaku95

Meanwhile after leaving the duel defeated, Asuka did not return to her dorm, even though the sun had sank behind the hills taking her light with her and the cold dark of the night had set in so soon causing her to shiver amidst her recent battle wounds. A demure violet sky bespeckled with several shimmering stars stretched before her lingering eyes, but it wasn't of much concern to her. Beside the river nearby the school she sulked, her back still aching from where Tohru's sword had made contact, a pain that would remain with her...just as the others when she faced the honorable prince in battle....and lost. ~Why...?"~ To herself she muttered, lying on her back and staring empty gaze towards the stars. ~"Am I...not good enough? I've trained for so long for this day, constant preparation and exercise. I worked my fingers down to the bone for goddess sake....but still...she defeated me. My father...I can only think of what he will say when he learns of my failure, the shame that will roll from his lips and mark me forever. Asuka, Akuma no Hime, a princess...in exile."~

She had thought she was alone, as always, nothing but her thoughts to accompany her in the dismal, broken silence, but...what was this? Music? But where? Asuka lifted herself from the ground, dusting the grass and dead leaves from her uniform. Where was she hearing this quaint melody? Faint it sounded, yet so close. She decided to investigate, first skimming about the riverside. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the typical flowers, cat-tails and other plant life that grew beside the crystal clear waters. So, she turned towards the forest behind her, stumbling a bit as it was becoming too dark to see, but then...she found it...or rather...her.

Hmm? Who is she? She was a girl, a cute one at that. Her almond colored hair, it was a perfect match for her amber eyes, and such an adorable round face christened with a pair of thick rimmed glasses. Such a peculiar but intriguing sight she was to Asuka, and what made her all the more entranced...was the light of the moon piercing through the thick forest canopy...bathing her pale skin in its soothing, cream light. I've never seen her before...and yet...I can't help but feel drawn to her. I wonder, is her name just as precious as she?

For a moment or so she leaned against a tree close by, observing quietly this girl with a soft, tender expression upon her face. But then, she managed to speak, ~"Excuse me. What do you think you are doing out here, girl? It's late."~ Perhaps she couldn't hear Asuka over her music.

If I Woke Up Beside of You ~Game~

The mask I'm fine with, but can you please not stick anything up my ass?

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@Otaku95 Yuppers. Sorry if it was a little vague ^///^

Blood Suckers vs The Werewolves

Rebecca & Camille

"Private investigation. Please hold."

"Umm Hi. She's not in right now, can I take a message? Mhmm...Oh okay. I'll be sure to get that back to her. Thank you."

"Rebecca Valentine's office. This is Cammie. Umm...just a second."

Sitting behind the desk of a small business office, decorated with small paintings of various landscapes and a few worldly trinkets here and there, she sighed with relief, finally able to set the phone down, but only to scoot back the slightly plush leather chair from the desk and stand on her feet, giving a stretch and a little yawn exposing her tiny daggers of ivory glinting in her mouth. Happily the strange girl hummed to herself ambling down the hallway, turning left towards a door and gently nudging it open with a resounding creak. Her eyes, shiny emeralds, even in the dim candlelit glow of the room, trailed from the large, elegant dresser over to the queen sized bed, where upon it slept a woman with fiery red hair, a bit tousled from her tossing and turning in her somewhat peaceful slumber, her lips parting slightly to give a small glimpse of her own fangs as incoherently she mumbled turning over again.

The girl giggled to herself and slipped into the room, climbing onto the bed and giving the woman a little shake, "Mistress, It's time to wake up."

~"Mngh....Wha...what?"~, The woman stirred raising her head from her pillow and turned over to look upon her young servant with tired yet piercing blue eyes, as blue as ice they appeared to the girl. ~"Already? But I was just having a wonderful dream?"~ She yawned rubbing her eyes and stretching. Cheerily the girl asked, "Ooh! Was I in it, Mistress?"

~"But of course you were, sweetie."~ The woman purred with a wry smile. ~"And Camille, you don't have to call me Mistress. You're not my slave, darling."~ A sly wink she gave before slipping out of bed, dressed in only a silk negligee but it soon fell to the floor, revealing her decadent figure in all its majesty.

Of course, she didn't seem to mind the girl observing her bare splendor. After all, they were quite...close, to put it in better words. "Umm...o-okay, Rebecca." A warm hue of rose finding its way to her cheeks, Camille answered. Rebecca smiled all the more and sauntered to her dresser, pulling out a black lace bra and a pair of matching panties before slipping into them and making her way to her closet. Twas no surprise what her outfit would be, casual yet with a professional modesty. As she buttoned up her blouse, Rebecca asked of her cute servant, ~"Were there any calls while I was asleep?"~

"Just a few." Camille answered, pondering for a moment drumming her dainty fingers against her lips, "Hmmm...Oh! There was some man calling for you. He didn't leave a name, but said it was important you meet with him. He left an address and a time. 2:15 AM at Fifth and Mattherson." Her eyebrow rose slightly at the message given.

~"Odd."~Rebecca mused sitting on the edge of her bed, slipping her feet into her black heels. Who would want to meet with her so late and also...why wouldn't they leave a name but some address?

Fifth and Mattherson, there was nothing there but an old construction yard. It was meant to be a shopping mall, but according to some...sources Rebecca knew, construction halted after a rather grim incident. She read the case files, happily borrowed from city police. Twas just as she assumed, bodies drained of their blood, horrific wounds on the neck indicating teeth. The attacks were only growing worse, and from the way things felt to the woman, the place was swarming with Nosferatu....swarming...with her kind.

A rather dull and monotonous evening it was to be for them, not a single call coming in, nor any message at all.

As Rebecca sat at her desk sipping on some tea with honey and chamomile and skimming over a few appropriated case files from the city police, her brow furrowed a little and quietly she mused to herself, These attacks have been rampant here late. It's as though something's provoking them to lash out so violently. Another vampire perhaps? No...couldn't be. Folly it was for Nosferatu to commit their crimes in the public eye. She took a small sip of her tea and sat it aside. Meanwhile, her servant, Camille, a rather eccentric young girl with blue hair, was dusting the shelves full of her antiques gathered from her journeys around the world, happily humming to herself. Rebecca eyed the young vampire for a moment and smiled lightly before turning back to the files. It didn't make sense to her, vampires striking willy nilly, a city gripped in absolute fear of being out during the night, and rumors that perhaps there were more than just Nosferatu lurking about the harrowed streets and mausoleum filled cemeteries of old N'awlins. Intriguing yes, but at the same time it left her bewildered.

Setting the files aside, she stood from the desk about to yawn, but stifled it when her phone began to ring, catching her off guard. "Ah! I'll get it!" Cammie tried to reach for the phone, but already her mistress' hand was upon it, a soft smile given to the young girl as Rebecca answered, ~"Private Investigation, who is this I'm speaking to? Officer Hurst, how are you on this wonderful evening? Files? Why...no I'm quite sure I don't have them. What would make you say that I presume?"~ A sly wink she gave to her servant, Cammie giggling softly. ~"Perhaps you misplaced them then. Oh but thank you for reminding me. I've been meaning to ask you of those few cases. The bodies are still in the morgue, are they not? Of course it is not my business, but...a detective is still a detective, even if she does not carry a badge like you, good sir. So they are then. Yes of course, I'll stop sticking my nose where it shouldn't be. Mhmm...you have a wonderful night as well, Officer Hurst. Take care then."~ As she hung up the phone, her pleasant smile faded into a bothersome scowl across her lips, vigorously massaging her temples with her frail fingers. ~"Honestly, I don't know how I put up with such a stubborn mortal. Camille, sweetheart, I think it's time you and I took a little field trip."~

Metalheart

~"Ah..umm..thanks."~ Daniella blushed all the more, bashfully looking away for a second before returning to Max. ~"And....I hope that you follow your dreams as well. You're very smart and talented. I can tell. Just...Max, wherever you go....don't forget me, or any of us really."~ How could he ever do such a thing though? Since she has known the boy, since the many childhoods they spent together playing in the fields or exploring the vast labyrinth of steel and steam that was their fair city, she knew well Max was a kindred spirit, a young man whose heart was purer than silver, even gold. A fond, gentle smile she issued then turned to face the stage, waiting for the moment her name was called. Even if destiny is to separate us, Max, my memories of you will I always cherish.

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085 @Otaku95

Not a smile Asuka returned to Tohru, but just a curt nod and on her way she was back to the dorm, wincing a tad from the pain shooting from her back. She was sure to carry that scar with a grudge once more, but even so, Tohru had suspected possibly this could be an end to the hostilities between the two girls. Besides, their families may have been embroiled in bloody conflict for years, but nary an ill thought did Tohru have for her. In fact, she respected Hanazono-san as another fellow student of Claymore and sister of the sword.

"It was nothing really." She turned to Rin with a sigh and a wry smile. "But thanks. I'm surprised you showed up. Hmm?" Her attention however was caught by another girl in the crowd. Yes, she was among the cheer and fanfare as the others, but Tohru had never seen her before. "Ah, konnichiwa." She gave a jovial greeting, but the girl turned away, going elsewhere. Eh? That was odd.

"Kyaaaah!! Tohru-senpai! You were soooo cool!"

"I wish I was a strong swordswoman like you, Prince Tohru!"

"Oooh! She's even more handsome with her battle scars!!" <333333333333333

And then here they came, crowding around the two, Rin and Tohru, though a surprise when some of the other girls also cheered for Rin, as they were both victors of their duels today. "I guess we'll be getting alot of attention from now on, huh Rin-san?" Tohru chuckled, her smile ever bright...but...she had hoped this was the only attention they were drawing.

After all.....Kaname and Yuki were still alive, and the Black Knight...would still be searching for her.

Metalheart

@Slendy Wowzer bowzers. I think I really love this character! ^___^

Anywho, I'm back from work...and hella tired. DX

Metalheart

Twas such a flutter and a buzz among the crowds, both wealthy and poor gathering to bear witness to the fates of their offspring. Today, some would be celebrated with the highest honors and showered with so much affection...while others...it would be the last they would see of their families...after they had been kicked out the door with nothing but the clothes on their backs. Daniella didn't want to think of such a fate befalling her...but...none were sure what the machine would decide...of if its decision would be a falsity. A nervous gulp, she reached for the hand of Maxwell, squeezing it with a fond pressure then drawing it back, her cheeks a burning shade of fuchsia. ~"Sorry."~ She gave a frail whisper nervously biting at her bottom lip, a childhood habit really. It was racking enough that her parents were spotted among the throngs of rich and prominent families, looking more like hawks ready to descend upon a gaggle of timid mice.

She sat, silent, wringing her hands and clasping them in her lap, a brief sigh as she tried her best to look calm and composed before the doting and ever watchful eyes of her mother and father. Then, she heard Max whisper something, her emerald eyes trailing to his face, such a charming face, but even she could see he was plagued with anxiety. ~"Umm...Maxwell."~ She murmurred, her face softening a tad. ~"I know this might not mean anything but....no matter what you become...I'll always be proud of you."~ Sincerely she smiled. If anything, what she dreaded most was not getting the career her parents would spurn her for, but rather....whatever Max was destined to become...would take him away from her.

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

Welp, you know where I'll be. -___- I'll try to get a post in sometime tonight if I'm not dead on my feet.