Themerlinhawk

The Academy: A School for Metahumans [Closed]

Okay everyone, I think the majority of people here are having writers block or are quite busy so I do believe I am closing this Roleplay. It has been a nice little run and I had a lot of fun with it. Thank you all :)

If you want to find me, I'm in Essence of the World: Cadence. We just got a couple new people and things are picking up a bit so please feel free to come check it out. Its in my signature. If you are looking for something a bit more Sci-Fi/Fantasy I'll be starting up Knighthood again soon so keep your eyes peeled. I hope I see you all again around the Guild. Thank you so much for the honor of writing with you

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

The Angel

Day 2, Evening, 2254
Roanne, Ian, Dial

Looking up at the Angel Ian took his hand and shook it. “I appreciate it. You’ll never hear it from the higher ups but we are spread rather thin. Luckily we may have gotten one of the Academy’s heavy hitters back tonight so hopefully we can make some serious headway with the way things have been.” Pushing himself up from the ground Ian dusted off his jeans and gave the Angel a half grin.

So much lately he’d had to kill surface angels it was nice to finally have a non violent run in with them. Tucking the business card away Ian wrinkled his nose. “I know that this may be souring the generally more peaceful mood but, If I find out that either of you are related to the terrorist, angelic purist group ARc our next meeting will not go so nicely. I sincerely hope that never comes to pass.”

With that Ian gave Roanne one last look before he nodded to Jasper. “Have a nice evening. I’m not hard to find, the Academy can put you in touch if there is anything you need.” Stepping out onto the street Ian walked past the van started up the street. Plucking an earpiece from his jacket he fitted it to his ear. Taking his phone from his pocket he scrolled through the contacts quickly and selected a number with the name “Lexicon” as the phone rang he looked at himself in the reflection from a shop window. Koshmar stared back at him in the window.

Are you really planning on asking Devil for help?

Ian snorted as he kept walking, it was true that this was a rather risky proposition but he needed to know if he should have been worried about Roanne and Jasper. There was only one individual who could help him. The person who had given him the original records on Lashriel. “You know this is why lots of people think I’m insane. You make me talk to you out loud and then they just assume I’m ill.” The soft chuckle that returned confirmed that Koshmar was in fact very aware of the fact that he made Ian look crazy.

The line finally picked up and a voice like honey over gravel spoke. “Ian, so good to hear from you. Why in the world are you calling me at this time of night.” With a brief smile Ian picked up his pace. “I was wondering if you could alias check for me. I just ran into a really powerful Angel and someone who was close to him, also an angel. Namshiel was crazy rapid when this guy showed up. I think he was a Seraphim and I want to make sure I don’t have another on my hands. The Academy has him on record as Jegudiel but I’ve only seen the file on their watch list.” There was a pause from the other end of the line.

“You’re clear Ian, he’s just an Angel that has been around the block a few times. I’m sorry Lazarus and I left this with you.”

Ian scoffed at the apology. “I’ve seen the surveillance videos from St. Petersburg; I’m glad Lazarus doesn’t do stuff like that anymore. I thought Namshiel was scary but Anduriel is something else entirely. Better I do this and he stay away from things like that from here on out.”

Another pause before a quiet chuckle.

“I’m glad we are on the same page about this”

@Howler@Fairess

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

@Wind WildI've never ONCE seen one of our character say Oh GODS, hop off me Wind XD I write for some of the most cynical and arrogant characters in the game, Lazarus doesn't even believe in gods.

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

Okay. I follow now.

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

The Angel

Day 2, Evening, 2254
Roanne, Ian, Dial

Turning towards the voice Ian wrinkled his nose at the individual. Those who projected onto reality their own design were a pain in the ass to deal with. Rubbing his eyes he left Koshmar take over his senses. The Fragment saw the world as it was as far as Ian could tell there was very little that could fool the fragment as it derived its power from Hazumi herself. Taking in the Angel Koshmar neatly filled in the details that Ian needed. Not terribly happy with the individual standing in front of him. “Jasper Dial, one of the many alias on record with the Academy for none other than Jegudiel, a suspected Seraphim. You are not high on my list of people who I was dying to see today. That being said at least I know you will clean this shit up and take the fall if someone finds out. And yes. She’s quite abrasive but then again most of the best people are.”

With a quick hop Ian stepped out of the way and let Dial’s lackeys step past. He’s a Tamer, that's an interesting note. Ian’s eyes flicked to the form of Koshmar who was leaning against the wall across from him. It was fascinating how far Koshmar had come from only manifesting in his nightmares. Iris had done something to him and Ian had never figured out what had happened to change Koshmar’s presence.

Meeting Roanne’s eyes again Ian quirked his eyebrow. “Its funny how quickly you jump to such conclusions about who I am and what I stand for. I think you will find that I am well aware of what is going on in Loom. It’s not just the demons, it’s the humans and the angels. We are all responsible. Your hatred and fear of me is not going to get you far I can tell you that much. Like it or not The Academy and the Peackeepers are the best line of defense we have right now. I’m on the front line of that war and I’m well aware.” At her comment about leaving himself open his face contorted into a rather grim smile. “Yes, I guess I did didn’t I. It's amazing how people are so willing to slap away a helping hand nowadays. Be Careful about that, you never know who might take offense to that and shove their hand down your throat.”

You’re really going to just defend these people?

Walking down away from the group of people cleaning up Roanne's mess; Ian slumped against the wall until he was sitting. With a heavy sigh musician looked up at the sky. He wasn’t sure if he was out of earshot of the other two but this would have to do. “What else do I have to live for? These are the people I promised to protect. Just because the people I care about protecting are gone doesn’t mean I get to give up.”

I guess I see the point. But why don’t you just leave and look out for yourself?

“Duty. Stupid as that sounds.’

Ian. We’ve all loved once. Koshmar doesn’t remember and Namshiel doesn’t understand love but I agree with what you are doing. It’s the hard thing but the right thing.

Amazingly Alexsteria had said something not only coherent but...positive. The world really was going to hell now wasn’t it.@Fairess@Howler

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@HowlerSo there isnt actually a traditional Judo christian god in this world. I dont know if anyone said anything to you. I know I figured that out mid RP last time I was writing for Essence

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

The Angel

Day 2, Evening, 2254
Roanne, Ian

Ian rolled his eyes as she called him a mage. It was a common misconception about the musicians. It was actually quite rare for them to be both a musician and a mage. As she lowered his guard he carefully folded his arms and watched her walk towards the gang bangers she had cornered. Snorting at her comment about arrogant Ian let her continue with her with her tirade in his general direction. She was still bleeding and it was clear from her breathing that she was hiding a fair bit of pain behind a tough demeanor.

As she sarcastically lectured him on the gang members and the demon she’d killed he let the right corner of his mouth curve towards a smile. Watching her march right up to him, Ian kept the smile tugging at his lips in check as she got right up in his face. The angel smelled like blood and something that he couldn’t quite place; some sort of flower? Best to leave it be. It was funny how she was railing against him of all people. The one who was actually on the streets helping people. It was amazing how sour things had become with the absence of Hazumi; not only that but it was clear this woman didn’t have a clue. Hazumi had given everything to Loom with the death of Judas, ofcourse she never left the Academy so it was no surprise many of the people in Loom were out of touch.

With Roanne right in his face Ian looked her right in her strangely colored eyes and said a single word. “Musician.” Chuckling gently Ian ignored her sword and took her elbow gently and lifted to see the damage from the claw. “Okay tough stuff time to get you off your feet till whoever you called shows up. Unlike the high and mighty Hazumi, I do in fact give a shit; however you will have to forgive my lack of speed. I lack wings” Still chuckling Ian looked over his shoulder towards the entrance to the alley. “You might as well sit here.”

What are you doing?

Ian ignored Koshmar’s voice in his ear and continued attending to Roanne. “You’ll have to excuse my skepticism. Lately I’ve been dealing with an angelic terrorist organization in Loom so I can never be too careful.” Drawing Fidrieon Ian pressed the flute to his lips and played a quick five note melody which resonated down the alleyway. The gang bangers eyes rolled back in their heads and they collapsed to the ground. Best to incapacitate them until peacekeepers could be called.

“You’re right though. The peacekeepers and the Musicians are largely out of touch with the world. Especially given that no one has to answer for anything anymore” Very carefully Ian put his hand on her shoulder and extended his other hand to help her slide down the wall of the alleyway. “As much as I might like to ask you not to judge me it's hardly fair given my immediate response to you. I’m Ian by the way. Forgive me for not leading with that.”
@Fairess

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

The Angel

Day 2, Evening, 2254
Roanne, Zadkiel, Ian

This bitch is clearly, ARc. Put a round in her fucking head and lets move on Ian

Shut your whore mouth Alex before I flay you back into insanity you dumb bitch.

Prey?

Holy fuck not you too Nashiel go back to playing with something sharp you damn animal

I’m going to eat your heart, Koshmar

Ian blinked a few times at the internal dialogue his eyes tracking the sword in the angels hand. While the three of them were having it out internally Ian was still trying to determine if he was going to need the .45 he’d just holstered or if she was perhaps the victim of something?

If she was the victim why did we see her headed towards this alley at approaching the sound barrier.

Kill her. Be safe.

A vein in Ian’s temple bulged as the comments kept coming internally before he finally growled out loud. “Y’all need to shut the hell up.” Realizing his face had contorted into a snarl and that he probably looked like a freak and for sure dangerous now he sighed and rolled his eyes before turning back to the angel standing back away from him sword not quite pointed at him. This had really gone sideways; try and be helpful for once and it all fell apart. It was starting to feel like all he could do nowadays was kill people effectively. That was what the academy had trained him to do but at the time they had been dealing with threats directly to the Essence of the World and to the institution itself.

The memories of the Illuminati assault on the academy still came bubbling up out of the muck of his memories occasionally. It had been a dark day for everyone; it was also coincidentally the day most people realized just how deadly Lazarus and Solus were. Atleast the students had; the other faculty had just received a reminder of the fact. “Yeah, they don’t which is why I put it away. As for walking away I can’t. At Least not officially.” Tugging Fidrieon from its sheath on his left hip he twisted the nickel plated flute in his left hand. I am the long arm of the Academy unfortunately. Which means that I certainly have some leeway in what I get to do as compared to a peacekeeper but given that you ran a demon though I’m fairly certain that is still grounds for execution in Loom.”

Hypocrit

Stuff it

“Not that I plan on tattling, I just need to know what happened.”
Cause if you are an ARc member then we’d have to put a bullet through your pretty little skull

Ian did his best not to acknowledge the fact Koshmar had a decent point. With a smooth practiced motion Ian slid Fidrieon back into the leather case on his left hip and kept his hands away from the gun on his right hip. Realistically Fidrieon was a significantly deadlier threat but very few people save those who’d see the Academies musicians in action knew just how potent the Fragments were when in the hands of a master. Sure the students were something to be worried about but in the last few years the new waves of full fledged Musicians had shown that while the Essence of the World might be gone; her power still walked the streets of Loom in the hands of her chosen.

Looking over his shoulder Ian wondered how long it would take before someone noticed the mess. This could get really bad; luckily Hazumi wasn’t still watching otherwise no doubt there would be peacekeepers breathing down their necks within a few minutes.

Angel

Yes. We know she’s an angel

The inflection from Namshiel was off. Koshmar assumed the demon was making an observation about the one in front of them. The word didn’t seem to indicate that was the intention of the word. Then again Namshiel was rarely complicated, maybe Koshmar was right?

Phone call

There it was. The predator had picked up on something they had forgotten to consider. There Was someone coming. It was just a matter of time. Which meant that he was working with bored time as far as this confrontation was concerned. That and he had no back up. Yet.

@Fairess

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@FairessNoted and edited. Keep me honest

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

The Angel

Ian

Themerlinhawk

Ian walked down the street in front of the bar. It was starting to get dark and for the first time in weeks he didn’t feel the need to do anything. Infact everything was oddly quiet. No ranting Koshmar, no Namshiel, no Alexsteria. Tapping along on the head of Fidrieon where it hung on his left hip the thirty some odd year old musician for the first time in as long as he could remember. Had nothing to do, it was an odd feeling from back when he lived in the states and when everything was provided for him.

With a gentle sigh he walked over to a bench and settled down on it watching the sun dip. Once upon a time it would have made him sad, reminiscent of times when about now he’d be scaling the outer wall of the girls dormitory at the Academy. It had been a long time since he’d seen Iris and the chances were high he'd never see her again. It was a sad thought but they had both made their choices. So had Thomas and it was clear the weight of several life times worth of hard decisions weighed on a soul which had many times outlived its body. With a fresh sigh Ian dug in the breast pocket of his jacket and produced a picture. The girl in it wasn’t Iris and he certainly looked much different in the image.

“I’m sorry Beat. You know I never meant for all of this to happen. I hope one day I can say this to you in person. Hell, even if I can't I just hope you're out there somewhere. I know the Academy is full of shit, Hazumi is lying too. She'd have sent a task force if you'd been killed and I broke into their database. I know no one ever went to look for you. I want you to know I haven't given up. Lashiel’s just a distraction, Lazarus is back. Even if he has more secrets than the whole Academy combined, he owes me.”

Touching. I rather thought you were broken up about the Nightmare Queen still and here I find that all those feelings lasted this long. I’ll never understand you. Which is probably good for you. Keeps things interesting, really. What are you even going to do when you find her?

“Tell her I'm sorry and then tell her the truth”

The Phantom form of Daniel, the Russian Nightmare quirked an eyebrow at Ian. Levering himself up Ian gave a nod of his head up at the skyline. “what's that look like to you?” Koshmar looked up and frowned.

Trouble

“Agreed”

Going to call the High Necromancer?

Liam gave the shade a dubious look. No doubt he looked like a madman to people walking by since Koshmar was a projection of his mind. “You think we can't handle a slightly suspicious lone Angel?”

No but you can be a bit of a bitch sometimes. Like really did you need a rocket to deal with those angels last time? Seems to me like you are concerned you're losing your edge

Ian snorted at the ridiculousness of the comment. He was easily in the prime of his life even compared to five or six years ago. It was meant to get a rise out of him. Koshmar had long since seriously given up trying to bait him but it was in the prime personality of Fidrieon interest to at least maintain so semblance of churlishness. “you're a dick”

You may have previously mentioned such an observation

“Just making sure you heard.”

Dubious reasoning at best given that I live In your head. You know I bet Sam is wild in bed. I'm interested to see if you ever manage to find her. Could be amusing.

The bitter anger in Ian's chest flared for a second before he let it subside. Koshmar was just the way he was. Nothing was going to come of getting angry at the sociopathic personality.

“Wake up Alex. Might need to back up”

Oh please we don't need that dumb whore. You and I were just fine without her fighting Solus. Why do you insist on making use of her.

“Just do it”

If you insist..

With quick strides Ian took off after the fast moving angel. Reaching back he plucked Namshiel from his lower back and slide the mask over his face. With a snarl the hunter was off.

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Ian leaned against the wall of the alley way and peered around it carefully. What he saw was rather interesting. A female Angel who appeared to be a battle angel was having it out with a species of surface demon he’d never seen before. Which on its own wasn’t terribly surprising to him as there were so many of them. Watching the female fight she finally got the better of the demon and ran it through. Immediately after that she began checking herself before fishing for a phone, it appeared the demon had caught her a nasty blow. Slowly drawing his handgun Ian stepped around the corner and approached her from behind. “Miss, are you alright.” Ian measured the distance of her swords reach carefully and prepared Fidrieon mentally. The pain in her face was clear and it looked like a nasty wound on her side. Taking his handgun he carefully holstered it and held up his hands.

“May I see your injury?”

Careful, She may be ark

Hunt

Who is this bitch?!

“Oh goodness…”

@Fairess