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 Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:33 pm
"Hehe... well, whatever it is, it's quite pleasant." He grins at her and moves over to the old door that she points out to him. "I see... this is the secret entrance, then?" He nods softly and starts to place his alarm spells around, putting down a few layers of security before he stops, suddenly, facing toward the dorms. "... Mnn, Regan desires my presence..." Cirus waves to Ayumi. "Come along if you like, but I must be on my way."
[Cirus to Dorm 3.]
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:42 pm
Ayumi shook her head. "I'm coming. Not to where you are, but I'm smelling something weird over there, so I'm checking it out." She said. It was still incredibly early in the morning. She waved two fingers at Cirus and in a moment, she took off towards teh dorms. Halfway there, seh would have changed forms, into her wolf body.
[Academy Grounds]
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 8:36 am
There was a flux of energy in the area that last only a moment before there was a black flash. A body hit the ground rather painfully. There was a small groan as the blue haired boy jerked, and writhed. He turned onto his back and grabbed his head, letting out another tortured moan. He let out a loud curse. His clothes were dirty and worn, his skin bruised and bleeding in several places. It looked like he had just escaped a battlefield.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 3:02 pm
Allen groaned again. What had happened?
"He's over here!" The voices shouted as Allen hid. Damned bounty hunters. The ex-bounty hunter was now a bounty, but he had brought it on himself. He was slowly gathering his magic to execute an escape spell out of here, but he needed time to charge for it.
"Hey!" Allen jumped. Found, dammit! He took off running, but a net that barely missed him tripped him when it hit his shoes, and he fell over. He cursed under his breath as he got back up only to feel a fist on the back of his head. He fell back down and turned over onto his back as he fought off the bounty hunter that had found him. He growled, fur bristling over his flesh as he transitioned into his beasthuman form. He snapped at the man's arm, making him yell out in pain as Allen twisted his head to tear flesh. Fight....fight to survive, his rounds in the lab were coming back to him as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe of silver fluid. "NO! Don't let him take that!" Too late. Allen thrust the needled into his arm and winced as he injected the fluid that slowly disappeared into his bloodstream. He tossed it aside as he kicked the hunter off of him and stood back up. He snarled as his fur bristled wildly, changing into a gray color. A pair of tattered and worn wings burst from his back as he howled, and then charged the unsuspecting hunter. No time to react before Allen was tearing into him, taking him out. The two other hunters that were left shot at him. Allen felt the searing burn of a bullet enter his body from his back. He cried out and staggered forward as one of the men bashed their gun into his head. Blindly angry, Allen turned and tore his claws into the man's chest, making him scream, and killed him before tossing him hard at the other hunter. Already injured beyond belief, Allen's magic finally activated as his form began to revert back to his human form, and he jumped through the portal that had materialized behind him.
Allen coughed, blood spilling from his mouth. He had used his solution, which meant his body was also tearing itself up inside too. It would eventually recover, but it hurt so much afterwards...
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 10:17 am
Captain Michael Sullivan Traitor to your unit
Butcher of Salaminca
Friend of No one
Why do you continue to fight? Fight?
This is not fighting.
This is running.
Running from a past you cannot control
Running from who you are. I am a traitor
I am running
I did butcher those people
I cannot control the past
I have no friends
I am running from myself
I do continue to fight
But it is my decision to make. Not yours Michael was slowly driving his car back into the Academy. He yawned, trying to shake the sleep off his eyes. He shouldn't have stayed up all night last night drinking. Especially with an early return this morning. He had to open the store, so that the hungry students of Mahora wouldn't go hungry over the weekend. That would be such a shame. Hell, the only reason he did it was because he needed the money, half of his bank accounts around the world having already been frozen. Tossing his cigar out the window, planning on making the last little jaunt in as short of time as possible. Then, as he flicked his cigar out the window, he noticed something. Blood. Emanating from what looked like a kid. He moaned, pulling over to take a closer look. Yep, lots of blood. "What the ******** happened to you?" He asked, picking up Allen with little regard for what he was doing. Didn't seem too.... okay, it was pretty bad. Still, the kid was injured, and as such Michael wasn't going to let him run off. His military training did cover carrying wounded soldiers off the battle field in ways that caused least injury. Which, taking a look at the kid, it did seem like he just came off a battlefield. He absolutely needed a shower, first off, then someone to clean the wounds. Michael should probably just leave him there, or take him to the Nurse's office, but first he needed to find out what happened to the kid. It wasn't like him to leave someone to die on the streets, was it? Actually it was, but normally he was the one who just killed the person, and this was not the case. That, and he was sure the Headmaster would know if he did run off without helping. Which left him in a bad position, so he had to help the kid.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 10:47 am
Allen looked at the man who approached him. Stop! Don't say anything bad yet... Don't think he was crazy. Allen was quiet, trying to gather his thoughts as the pain coursed through his body. "F-fight..." He muttered. Wasn't much else he could say anyway. He turned over onto his side and coughed again, making his bullet wound on his back visible. It was a wonder the boy was still even alive.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 10:58 am
Captain Michael Sullivan Traitor to your unit
Butcher of Salaminca
Friend of No one
Why do you continue to fight? Fight?
This is not fighting.
This is running.
Running from a past you cannot control
Running from who you are. I am a traitor
I am running
I did butcher those people
I cannot control the past
I have no friends
I am running from myself
I do continue to fight
But it is my decision to make. Not yours Micheal sighed, looking at the bullet hole. "Must of been a tough fight." He commented, then knelled down, putting down Allen to get a closer look at it. "Don't worry, I've seen shots like those before. But this is going to hurt." He put a tentative finger in the wound, feeling it. As unsanitary as it sounded, it actually wasn't that dangerous. The position he found the kid in meant that any bacteria that he could have been exposed to, he already would have been. Thus touching the wound with unsterilized fingers would not kill the boy if everything else before it hadn't killed him. Looked like the kid lived off pure luck. Missed everything by half an inch. Still, if he didn't get stitched up soon, and get that bullet out of him, then he would die. "Come on, I'm taking you to the nurse's office. They should be able to deal with it there." He told Allen. He didn't care about the blood on his shirt, or the fact the kid was dying in his hands. This was just another situation that he had been through a million times. The best thing to be at this point was calm. Just get through this, then Allen could panic. "You live with anyone?" He asked, pulling out his cellphone.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:07 am
Allen let out a short groan as his wounds were examined. He didn't move. Not that he could right now anyway. He heard a question, and shook her head weakly. "No one." He answered between breaths.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:45 am
Captain Michael Sullivan Traitor to your unit
Butcher of Salaminca
Friend of No one
Why do you continue to fight? Fight?
This is not fighting.
This is running.
Running from a past you cannot control
Running from who you are. I am a traitor
I am running
I did butcher those people
I cannot control the past
I have no friends
I am running from myself
I do continue to fight
But it is my decision to make. Not yours
Michael nodded. "Okay." He said simply, then pulled Allen onto his shoulders, carrying him to the car. "Right, so we'll get you patched up and send you on your way." He said putting him in the other seat next to his. He turned on the car, and started to drive slowly, not wanting to jar Allen's wounds any worse then they already were. After a minute in silence, he found the garage that he parked at, to avoid the busy streets of Mahora. "Who attacked you?" He asked, carrying Allen as he started to walk to the school. Nice exercise for the morning.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:48 am
Allen took time to think about it again. Lie. Lie and fight, like what he was raised to do. "I don't know. They just jumped me." He said quietly. He couldn't tell him the truth. That had too many holes in it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:52 am
Captain Michael Sullivan Traitor to your unit
Butcher of Salaminca
Friend of No one
Why do you continue to fight? Fight?
This is not fighting.
This is running.
Running from a past you cannot control
Running from who you are. I am a traitor
I am running
I did butcher those people
I cannot control the past
I have no friends
I am running from myself
I do continue to fight
But it is my decision to make. Not yours
Michael merely nodded in response. He didn't believe a word that Allen said, but then again it didn't matter. It was probably just a gang-fight. And Michael tended to not get involved with anything that the police had to do with. He just, instead walked in silence, carrying Allen to the nurse's office where he could be patched up. Then Michael could go home, take a shower, and open his shop for business.
(To Nurse's office)
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:54 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:19 am
A young man was seen walking into town with a simple black bag over his shoulders. He seemed very young in the face, and had this very mature gaze in his eyes dispite his appearance. He was dressed in all black formal attire as if he was a male version of a modern porcelain doll making him seem like he was from another time line.
He paused as he looked behind him, and smiled lightly since he was not traveling alone. "Are you sure you do not wish for me to carry your belongings my lady? I do not mind, and it will not be any trouble" He sighed, and laughed lightly since he already knew his answer was going to be a no, but he could not help, and admire his master's concern for his well being since he did not have any for himself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:26 am
Konoka KonoeMy merciful tears will tend to, and heal all your wounds, and scars Konoka was not far behind him lugging her large suitcase which went up several sizes from her trip back from her home full of small gifts for her friends. She fuffed, and puffed a lot as he was lugging her suitcase by its wheels at a steady pace. "Oh no! I am fine see?!" She did her best to put on a confident smile, but with her being such a bad lair, and the more then obvious signs it was to much for her she feel to her knees already out of breath. She blushed lightly, and held out her hand to her servant who helped her out as she became even more embarrassed when he grabbed her belongings, and began to roll it beside him still carrying his own bag. Even though he said nothing Konoka grabbed his bag, and put it on her shoulders pouting slightly at him for trying to carry everything. Even though his shoulder bag was very light with various belongings, and no clothing just what he had on his back. She was curious why he did not even pack clothing, but knew he had his always loaded wallet on him to cover any personal expenses, and lightly smiled at him. As Konoka smiled at him he turned away for a moment, and lightly blushed. She grabbed his arm, and tucked her along his then leaned over him smiling since she was happy to be back with her beloved friends.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:36 am
The young man with her blushed a little more after Konoka grabbed him, and began walking beside him arm, and arm. Still he was happy his master was no longer in any form of danger, and pain after the misfortune that took place in her trip back home.
He was lost in thought as his eyes seem to drift off as he looked into the sky thinking about the son of the Sora clan, and his two allies then all they endured to protect his beloved master. He knew they were strong, but what was seen was both inspirational, and terrifying to see, and behold. The men who tried to take his beloved master, and left him wounded were shown no mercy even when they were out numbered, and wounded from previous sneak attacks.
his arm slightly tightened around Konoka feeling tense when he thought about that last image during the fight wen all three of them became lost to themselves in their own power when finally pushed into a corner. the images of men screaming for their lives, and mercy as they were impaled, burned, and crushed to death making death a blessing escape.
He looked at his master Konoka who smiled at him, and had this look of concern since she was aware of how her new friends were still in Kyoto hurt for unknown reasons. "They will be fine my lady...They are stronger then they appear, and will return to us here soon... I promise" He saw her smile, and cry lightly thinking they got her because of her. He leaned to her holding her dispite how he was shorter then her to comfort her for a moment. They was nothing that could have been done to stop this assault on her family, and no way of knowing she was a prime target. Even dispite all that the men who got hurt were more then willing to lay themselves on the line, and as much as he wanted to tell his master why he could not let her know about the dark world of magic just yet.
As he held her he thought about the large man who fought head on against some of the larger men who were even out powering him, how he looked at his master with confusion in himself, and how he moved on instinct without thinking. Among the three of them he fought the hardest laying his very body, and life on the line just to protect his master he had only got to know for a few days. The young man looked at his master for a moment still lost in thought trying to dry her tears with thoughts of how far the tall young man went to save his beloved master.
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