[IC] Wielders of Myth

[Satheon]

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Forever the world has been afflicted by polar forces. Forces of good, forces of evil. The Original Divine does not reside in Heaven, to the contrary of popular belief. There is no "God". Each human has an equal share of divine essence.

At first there was singularity: an only being, absolutely perfect and whole. The only flaw to this entity is that it had no consciousness of who it was or what it was like. It lived alone, omnipotent, omniscient, but never loved. Neither by itself or by another. To remedy it's predicament this Infinite Being separated itself, creating two defined parts from an indefinite whole. Thus was born man and woman. Finally the being, now in two parts, could be happy and experience itself through the other and love the now comprehensible segments of it's own original vastness. Each part had qualities and characteristics the other did not, and was able to appreciate them as they stood out. The ultimate expression of the love between the parts brought them momentarily back together as one. From this passionate act and moment of recreated completeness came life: spawning in the male counterpart, given form in the female counterpart and finally coming into being within the world it's parents had defined for it. So was born humanity, from love.

In passing into plurality, however, the Original Divine created more than it had originally intended. The result of the split was polar opposites: Man and Woman, who loved each other. From their Love spawned a child and as such the consequence of Love is known as Life. The child was a boy, a smaller version of the man. As his father before him, the son loved his mother. He loved her so much he couldn't bare to see his father merge with her in the divine act of Love to create new Life. He was the first to express Love's opposite: Hate. The balancing act required to complete the existence of Love was unbearable for the boy and thus came Life's polar opposite: Death. The child killed it's father, intent on keeping his mother for himself. But he could not: she refused. In manifesting Death the child had revealed Joy's polar opposite: Sorrow. It engulfed the Original Mother and in her unbearable melancholy she blamed her son for bringing such negative things as Hate, Death and Sorrow to the world, cursing him.

So were born Demons into the world, as polar opposites of Humans, the Divine Children.

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The Academy of Alexandria, in Talescape

"The new Wielders will be arriving today." Rex marched down the hall, apparently speaking to himself. "Isabella, can you sense anything about this new cohort?" A voice came from sword perched on the mantle of the young king. A soft and serene woman's voice: "I can, Alphonse. They show promise. The other Myths should be excited. I sense that many of which have been without Wielders for ages now will be paired once again." The king, Rex Alphonse Castillo, sighed heavily. "I don't like where this is going. Too many omens have surfaced. At least our bond is not weakened, Isabella Lobera."

He marched further down, collecting teachers and older students as he passed them. The greeting ceremony at the Academy of Alexandria was always grandiose and ALL were required to attend. These Wielders were the next generation that would stand between the Higher Demons and the Human Race, and so deserved every bit of pampering and applause they would get before beginning their training. "Isabella... Please tell me Excalibur will be - uhm - able to go on vacation this time. Yes... vacation." Castillo had had to change his words in mid sentence as they passed the Holy Sword himself in the hall, both loudly swallowing in nervousness and clumsily waving. "Well, actually...", she continued telepathically, "unless I am mistaken there will not be a Wielder in this cohort to succeed the one he just lost." Rex smiled widely. The legendary sword had become quite insufferable over the years. Over and over again had he been passed to different hands as his previous Wielders were either killed off or retired, so he had been part of the Knights Circle for over five hundred years - the longest standing record by three hundred years. It had gone to his head and so he boasted incessantly and made ridiculous demands. Sure, he was useful and powerful... but he needed some hot air squeezed out of him.

The group counted now about fifty people: The King, teachers, older students, retired Wielders and, most importantly, the partner-less Mythical Weapons. They stood before the portal far off beyond the pillars defining the pathway to the Academy. Within a few seconds the new recruits would appear and the ceremony could commence. Originally it had been held in the Great Dining Hall of the Academy, but ever since there was an "accident" during the Partnering, Rex had decided to move it to right outside the portal to Talescape. It seemed some Weapons had a hard time containing their powers. As the King remembered the incident, now almost two hundred years passed, he squinted at Caladbolg, who had been in "recommended vacation" ever since...

[Torack]

Michael was one of the first students to go through the portal into the wondrous place that was talescape. As he went in, his eyes widened and his mouth gaped. The place looked ancient and majestic in its nature, it's trees and flora aged to years Michael wouldn't dare think of. The students were upon a path that eventually led to a massive building, the academy Michael had assumed, as it was the only building in sight. It's size was spectacular and demanded the respect of all those who beheld its beauty.

The students came fluctuating through the portal in groups, their faces mimicking Michael's. This is where he would get his mythical weapon, where he would be partnered up with a legendary weapon and fight the good fight with the demons. He assumed there would be some sort of ceremony, there's always a ceremony, but he couldn't have cared less for it. All he really wanted was to see which weapon was given to him, which weapon would eventually become his to call upon and destroy the hordes of demons that roamed the planet in their tyranny. He struggled to keep his body under control as adrenaline rushed through his blood stream, exciting every muscle in his body in anticipation of what was to come.

[Banba]

Kelly shifted on her feet nervously in front of the portal. She was going to be paired with her new weapon very soon, and she wondered who she would get. Glancing behind her, she took in the crowd of familiar faces, all friends and family who had gathered to cheer her on. Her father wasn't there, but that didn't bother her. She took a breath, letting it out as she steped through the portal. It was brighter on the other side, and she blinked, raising her hand to shield her eyes. Everything around her looked old, yet was undamaged, as if it had been built a week before. There was other students around her and she grinned at them, wiggling with excitement.
"Hi! I'm Kelly! This is so exciting, isn't it? Weapons of legend! This place is huge, too! I mean, where I come from, an entire town could fit in that area over there!" She pointed, giggling. She wasn't entirely sure if anyone was listening to her, but she didn't care. She wanted to say it. She began to turn words over in her head to create a poem, chewing her tongue in an attempt to calm down.
'Walking with these students... People... Fellow wielders...?'

[Nocardia]

Diao's lower lip trembled and her eyes grew watery. She had expected to depart to Talescape with her family being the farewell party, but not this many people! All of her friends, most of her classmates the past years and even some teachers from the academy had come to see her off. Their farewells and congratulations were overwhelming her with happiness. She considered all of them precious people in her lives, but she had not expected them to consider her one as well. A hand landed on her head and ruffled her short hair. She looked up through her teary eyes and held back her sobs when she saw her father. He smiled down at her and proclaimed how proud, happy, and worried he would be for his little princess. His heartfelt words initiated the same words to come from her brothers and close friends. When everything had been said, Diao's eyes scanned the crowd once again before she was to step through the portal. But instead of the joy, it was sorrow that flitted across her eyes. Her former weapon - no, her best friend the past years was not here to see her off... Why would she come and say good-bye? Diao had chosen a mythical weapon over her. Immense guilt consumed her, despite her happy demeanor seconds prior. Before her sadness could be plainly seen on her face, she bowed deeply to the crowd and turned around. She let out a deep breath and finally took step into the portal.

It took all of Diao's willpower not to step back and go back to her former academy. The location was amazing, but the first thing she took notice of was the amount of people waiting right outside the portal gate. There was around half a hundred of them, most of their gazes fixed onto the gate, then subsequently on her. Momentary panic settled in her, so before she could shy away and run back through the portal, she quickly bowed so that her gaze was on the dirt floor beneath her. "G-Good morning. M-My name is Di-Diao Feng from Wielder's Academy's Asian Branch... I-It is a g-great honor to h-have been selected t-to enter your e-esteemed a-a-academy..." She straightened her posture, but her gaze was still lowered. Had they heard her? Her voice had been soft, but she supposed her introduction was only required for the important people that were probably in the front. She slowly lifted her gaze to the side, catching sight of a pair of people that was not part of the crowd and quite close to her. She supposed that they were fellow new students, but she couldn't find it in herself to strike up a conversation with so many people still staring intently at the gate next to them, waiting for more new wielders to show up.

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Guan crossed his arms, eyes scrutinizing over the three new wielders that had stepped out from the portal. They were expecting six, which meant that half of the greatest graduates were already present. He was sorely disappointed. The first one that had stepped out seemed satisfactory enough, but Guan was certain that he wasn't his. All his wielders had been descendants of Guan Yu. He should be expecting a black haired Asian. The next one that had come through made Guan sick to his stomach. What was this child doing here? At her words, he scoffed outloud. He was grateful to the heavens at the fact that she was a redhead - no way was she to be his.

The latest student made him stiffen and actually feel anxious. She was Chinese alright, she had the looks and the manners. He hoped that her stutter was because of her inexperience in English and not because she was actually nervous. That would be even worse than the girl before her. Before he could mull it over though, he discarded the mere notion of Diao - as he highly doubted her name was "Di-Diao" - being his wielder. She was a woman. A puny one at that. His last wielder had been two generations ago, but he was like all his past wielders - strong men of great households. He had a gut feeling that some crisis was to unfold soon, so there was no way that fate would partner him up with a woman.

[Shoryu]

[Hope ya don't mind the addition at the end]

Caladbolg was as chipper as ever, a smile on his face, a bottle in his hand, and booze in his belly, though he smelled remarkably clean for a hardcore drunk, it didn't hide the fact that he always had a drunken blush and a smile on his face as he passed through the halls of the academy on his way to the front where everyone else would be waiting. It was about this time that he laid eyes on the ever familiar prude in the fine white suit walking down the hall, he always inspired annoyance in Cal, to a point that more than once he'd tried to start a fist fight with the Prideful Self-centered Entitled Prick, except for when he was heavily drunk, not much could make him easily angry that didn't involve an enemy. The suited man flinched as Caladbolg moved suddenly, but rather trying to strike him he wrapped his arms around his wait and pulled him into a bear-hug while shouting drunkenly "HEEEEY, EXXY EXXY, HUH YUSH BEHN BUHDDEH, yuh didn't shtup shomeone's wife again didja?" He was drunkenly teasing him about being alone of course, he didn't know if Excalibur had ever done that, though with his attitude he didn't doubt it either, and some of his previous wielders were pissed enough to seem like he must've.

Of course even while drunk off his ass he had no intention of sticking around to see how Excalibur reacted to that, leaving him in a temporarily dumb-struck twitching state, potentially because he was just manhandled by a 'filthy drunken peasant', and, after a deliberately rude slap on the ass, proceeded to trot off quickly down the hall and out of sight while giggling madly, for all he knew this would cause Excalibur to be the one who blew up part of the Academy this time.


He quickly sprinted out to join the rest of the group of people who was waiting for the new arrivals to pour through the portal, taking a position with the other Mythical weapons, still with a dumb drunken grin plastered across his face, though seeming more stable than one would expect.

As it happened he recognized the sensation of a certain someone's eyes keeping close watch of him, and turn to smile at Rex and Ally. "Ah, Thuh Ladeh Alexundriuh, Lovely as always Lass." At the end of that phrase he just suddenly seemed to clear up with a playful glint in his eye, as though he were only pretending to be smashed into stupidity by the boose, and suddenly seemed to be behaving himself. Of course, being the rude bastard he was, he gave a lewd grin as a pretty girl walked through the portal, but for one in his life seemed to avoid making a fool of himself by running off and introducing himself.


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Sheamus was the last to arrive, unlike some of the others, he didn't need his family around to see him off, what family hadn't gotten themselves 'removed' in a fight or from drinking too much, he'd already said his farewells too before leaving home recently, though he took extra time to stock up on booze before leaving. He 'Stomped' through the portal with an excited look on his face and a psuedo drunken redness to his face, and walked up to join the rest of the newly arrived students, smelling of booze and looking like he'd recently been in a fight with a bear or something, maybe he had been at that. He'd heard the other arrivals introducing themselves, so had started to do that as well once it was his turn. "Oi, It's a Pleasah Tah meet yuh all, I'm Sheam...JEESH!!"

It was at this time that there would be a disturbance among the mythical weapons gathered there, and Caladbolg launched himself through the air towards Sheamus shouting "I SMELL A MAC ROICH!!!" And barreled towards the young man with a fist bared and flying towards his face.

Sheamus quickly readied himself in an all too obvious boxing stance, and twisted all of his strength into a similar punch, and the 2 met with a loud 'WHUD' as eachother's fists plastered into opposite faces and Sheamus held his ground against the force until Cal dropped to the ground from the angled fall, though now both of them had obvious evidence of impact on their faces. A moment later Sheamus reached into an over-sized pack on his back and produced a black bottle that he tossed at Caladbolg, who lit up like a kid at christmas. "HAH!, Me Gran-da said this would happen, never met a man who could Hound out booze form that distance."

"Oi, Not a thing in thuh world could make me fuhget Mac Roich Booze, Nice tuh see that down the line yuh Lads can still take a punch." Sheamus turned slightly and spit a little blood in a direction away from the crowd, while Caladbolg acted tougher pretended nothing happened, turned around and started away, pausing infront of the girls who'd come through the portal with a coy smile and said "My, Ain't you some pretty Lassies." he gave em a teasing wink before quickly heading back to the other Weapons without so much as an apology for interupting the arrival.

At that point Sheamus picked back up where he left off, "Sorry bout that, I'm Sheamus Mac Roich, And I'd like to say, It's nice to see proof that a certain Hard Sumbitch buhfor muh time is still here... Heh, promise I'll 'try' not to break anything important here." He suddenly displayed a grin that would seemed familiar to anyone who spent time with Caladbolg, it was identical, though he tried to look a bit more respectful after that out-burst was over.

[Rikta]

A light breeze swept around the courtyard and a man could be seen staring up at the sky, looking almost as if he was oblivious to his surroundings. The courtyard was situated in the middle of a gigantic field, and it almost looked strange, as if it had been recently put there. There was something that could only be described as a portal of some kind directly in front of him, but he wasn't even paying it the slightest bit of attention. If you studied his face closely you could see that there was a slight troubled expression deep within his eyes, but suddenly a loud beeping could be heard from his pocket. As if waking from a dream Taylor shook his head to clear his thoughts, and looked directly into the portal. "Well... here we go" he muttered to himself, before stepping forward into the portal. As Taylor stepped out of the portal he instantly started to look around, as he tried to get the bearings of the situation.

There were around 100 people in front of him, and two in particular were making a particularly loud ruckus. Taylor had arrived just in time to see the two fists connect, and he watched as the two seemed to exchange some sort of pleasantries. This quickly bored Taylor, as it seemed to him like two drunken idiots making fools of themselves. He instead decided to focus his attention on his surroundings, and his eyes ran down the length of the path until they met the castle. A tinge of awe surged through Taylor, as he looked up at the magnificent building. Just looking at the building would show anyone that it had been around a long time, and it had an almost magical sense to it. This quickly passed though, and Taylor didn't even bother saying anything to all of the people standing around him, and instead noticed a nice big tree situated just to the side of the path.

Without giving it another thought he made a bee-line directly for the tree, dodging and weaving through the people that were in his way until he reached it. He admired the tree for a second, before turning around and sitting at its base. His eyes were on the people that were standing in the entrance, and he could see 6 of what he guessed were the wielder-less weapons. He scanned each one briefly, noting their different characteristics for future reference before turning his gaze to who his guessed was the King. His attention was still directed at the King though he looked slightly bored, as if he was watching an uninteresting game of Lawn Bowls.

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Alice was dashing through the halls, zigzagging left and right as she made her way to the designated meeting spot where all the wielders were going to arrive. She was mumbling something angrily under her breath, and her hands were shaking slightly. "That guy... when I get my hands on him I am going to..." The rest of the sentence trailed off into unintelligible mutterings, which kind of sounded like death threats. You see what had happened was that Alice was on her way to the meet up with everyone in front of the portal, and she was running well ahead of time at this point, when a scared looking student appeared around the corner. There was a loud thud, and it took a moment before Alice realized that the student was on the ground in front of her, rubbing his now sore head. "Oh sorry about that" she smiled, before noticing the scared look on his face.

"Are you alright, you look like you have seen a ghost?" she asked pleasantly, while helping the student to his feet. "It's worse then that..." The student muttered, and he was frantically looking around, as if he was searching for something. "I have to find Excalibur something interesting to do, or I will have to help him write a new song!" A touch of pity crossed Alice's face, as she knew how horrible writing a song with Excalibur could be, as everyone had heard that horrible voice resonating through the castle at one point or another. "Don't worry, I will help you look!" Alice said, completely forgetting that she was supposed to be heading for the ceremony.

So now thanks to the distraction Alice was now only just on time, and she arrived just as the first wielder was walking through the portal. Alice took her position in the lineup, and scanned each of the faces of the new wielders. She was impressed by most, though when Caladbolg started causing a commotion she actually laughed a little. Caladbolg always seemed to be drunk, but at least that made him fun to be around, well some of the time anyway. As the final person entered through the portal her eyes narrowed, and her hands curled up into tight fists when he didn't even introduce himself. "I know for one thing, and that is not my wielder." she thought to herself. "My wielder will be worthy to fight with me, and to destroy Evil so that it would not harm the innocent! He will be passionate and honorable!" Alice would normally have screamed at the person to show some respect, but they had all been told to treat the new wielders well, and she held her tongue.. at least for the moment.