Leval Lamrue

Other students had begun to trickle out of the rooms now, it appeared that the majority of the students were finishing up their combats. Most came out rather battered and bruised, but still able to walk on their own two legs, which was a comforting thought. However, others were still looking much more wounded, especially amongst the A rank fighters."Leval Lamrue" He turned, and found Rowan staring at him. You... you claim you've been bit before, correct?" She asked the question in her normal, hesitant manner with an edge of slight unease. Leval's hand drifted up to his right arm unconsciously, gripping it loosely. The rough puncture scars there, prickled as unpleasant memories surface in his mind. He shifted to face Rowan, somewhat uncomfortably.

"Uh...yes. I have been bitten a couple times actually. I didn't grow up in a really great area. The older Vampires weren't an issue really, but sometimes the young ones would come to... play." He spat the last word out, inflecting it with some of the anger he still felt. His illusory body started to grow out of him in reaction, making it seem like spikes were emerging from his body and his body size was swelling upwards. Leval gritted his teeth together for a moment, sighed, and leaned his head against the wall, calming somewhat. "Like I said though, they were young... and stupid." His illusory body shrank back down again, spikes receding inward. He glanced upwards, worried he had offended her. His hand moved and began to pull slightly on the tuft of his hair.

Rowan Delacroix

The look of uncertainty on Rowan's face transitioned to one of more concern as Leval spoke about his past. She noticed his fingers reaching up to wrap loosely around his right arm but she didn't pay much attention to it. The mention of young vampires seemed to spark a series of emotions and memories that the human wasn't too fond of. His attitude towards the end of his statement triggered something within him, and his amiable aura had become quite ominous. She felt tempted to reach out and comfort him, but Rowan knew not how to respond to his tale. Following his slight pause towards the end of his recollection Leval's body startedto expand into the intimidating creature from before. The vampire knitted her brows and pursed her lips. She drew her hands back to her knees and rested her chin on her arms. "It would appear I touched upon a sensitive subject." Her eyes shifted downwards, averting her gaze from the boy she had riled up unintentionally.

A few moments passed and Leval's presence appeared to have calmed down. "Like I said though, they were young... and stupid." Rowan closed her eyes completely and pondered on an appropriate response. "I myself haven't come into contact with many others of my kind." She settled her head on the arm opposite of Leval, focusing her stare on the other side of the room. "He must be festering a hatred for vampires... it's understandable, I've heard many stories regarding those on the 'outside...' Is it really possible for creatures with two different mindsets to coincide with one another?" Rowan held her breath for a moment. "I-... sorry." She was unsure of what she was actually apologizing for- was it for bringing up unpleasant memories or was it on behalf of her whole race?

Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ

A familiar voice caught Desdemona’s attention, it was Nodah reaching out his hand, "How fares your cut?" he asked while she examined the patterns on his skin. Opening the palm of her hand, the abrasion stopped bleeding “This is nothing.” Desdemona replies. “He’s probably in more pain than me.” she cringed at the thought of being struck by lightning, “You should be glad the barrier prevented fatal wounds.” Desdemona adds.

Leval Lamrue

"I-...sorry." Leval snorted softly, "Not your fault, or are you the ambassador for all Vampires? Some people are good, some people are bad, and some are in the middle." Leval waited for moment for her to respond, but no answer seemed to be forthcoming. He looked over at her and saw her staring at the opposite side of the room. He straightened slightly, "I appreciate the sympathy though..." He cast around looking for something else to talk about. 'Is she upset because of what happened earlier or does she think I am some kind of speciest?' His mind seemed to be drawing a blank. "So...how'd you get to be at Rosewood?"

When Mischa dodged Reas' attack it had mildly a surprised him as he saw his illusionary double coming up to meet him. The both stopped and turned towards the direction the nocturn had dodged only to see a lightning bolt streaking towards his real self. "crap" he said to himself as as he attempted to jump out of the way, just avoiding getting electrocuted he ducked into the smoke once more this time having his duplicate double again and attack him from the sides. As the clones went to attack they tried to do a pincers attack with one coming from the left and low with a leg sweep while the other came from the right and up high trying to cause Mischa to dodge again so the real one could fight. The black smoke continued to fill the room further obstructing anyone's vision except Reas' since he was able to make it clear for himself but he did clear a three foot radius around Mischa just to be nice.

Reas disappeared into the smoke again just before Mischa's shot could get him, though one question was answered for Mischa, Reas does use illusions, he figured this when he realized that the smoke was keeping a certain distance away from him, he kept looking around but started relying on his hearing more. Reas seems to have neglected using sound with his illusions, he didn't hear the sound of the skates on the floor from the two coming at his sides so he ignored them, he did hear something in the smoke though. he quickly raised his rifle toward it and fired a void round which exploded on impact with whatever it hit.

Nodah watched, as Desdemona's bleeding palm staunched its own flow. The necromancer can heal? he thought. For a creature so heavily dabbling in death, how extraordinary that she should have the ability to mend her defects as they come. “You should be glad the barrier prevented fatal wounds,” said Desdemona, and Nodah lifted an eyebrow.

"I would be gladder still if lightning had never been a card on the table," he said blithely, with neither disdain nor approval painting his tone. His head tilted to the side, the blade turning contemplatively in his hands. "I had not known creatures summoned from the grave could conjure lightning. I do wonder though, if the barrier were indeed what whipped your serpent's tail. With a heart so full of passion to scale to the top, would the absence of a barrier have deterred you or stayed your hand?"

Rowan Delacroix

As Leval spoke Rowan remained idle and hugged her knees closer to her chest. She let out an inaudible sigh. "I appreciate the sympathy though..." The vampire closed her eyes once again and nestled her nose back into the fabric of her cloak. She allowed her hair to slip past her shoulders and in front of her face to shield her expressions. "I see the apology wasn't quite necessary. Of course, saying sorry wouldn't fix anything, especially if it is something of the past." While she pondered to herself, silence seemed to dawn over the two of them for a brief moment. Finally Leval's voice chirped once again as if the break the tension. "So...how'd you get to be at Rosewood?" At that line Rowan moved her head back to its original position, looking at the other creatures ahead of her. "How as in... my conflict at the gates?" She asked tentatively and glanced over at Leval from the corner of her eye, pushing her hair behind her ear to get a better view.

Nuna Mori

Her strike had an effect on the Nocturne causing him to drop to the floor and writhe in pain. Slightly amused, but apprehensive to her movements, Daichi's fluctuations made her feel culpable. To enumerate her remorse, the boy uttered, "I-I'll get you for this, you bitch..." If seeing him squirm and wince wasn't enough of a hint to her mistake, being called a 'bitch' was the trigger. "It's not the first time I've been called that and I suppose it won't be the last..." Conversing with the agonized boy was only torment; she crouched down began tending to his injury. "Hold still for a moment..." A tepid illumination was produced from her hands as she hovered over the damaged area. She recalled the headbutt and motioned one hand over his forehead. Concentrating on both areas, including regions of where the pain spread, the boy would feel closer to orderly; though this would not be a full treatment. To further alleviate the pain, she palpated upon his arm and began using her skill. The combination of healing and soothing would triumph the pain and grant movement. Moments following, she studied the anguished face of Kuroda ease and asked, "How do you feel? I can assist you to the infirmary if you'd li-" Disrupted by the grogginess and obscured vision she sustained, she shook her head and nictitated to rectify this condition. Raising her hand to her head she attempted to stabilize the dizziness. Awaiting the response of the Nocturne, she tried to repress the effects of their head collision.

She could at least be happy for the victory she achieved against Kuroda Daichi.

Leval Lamrue

Rowan's hair covered most of her face as she turned slightly and glanced at him, pulling her hair past her hair. It made if difficult to read her expression as she said, "How as in... my conflict at the gates?" Leval thought about it briefly. "No... I mean more like- where are you from? What made you decide to come here? If you don't mind my asking of course." Leval's curiosity was peaked, it seemed a polite thing to ask someone. Besides, he did not really know too much about this reserved girl. His gaze flitted about the room, he saw Nodah and his roommate Desdemona conversing across the room. He couldn't make out there words, but the tone seemed be rather tense as Nodah was holding a blade in his hands. He frowned at it slightly, then turned to look back at Rowan.

Zephyr

Zephyr was bored beyond belief. His fight hadn't taken that long, and he'd recuperated enough for the three on three fights. His eyes drifted across the room before settling on Leval and the new vampire girl a few feet away from him, immersed in conversation. He picked up short snatches of the conversation, dull and flowery language he couldn't believe anyone still used. Nodah had filled up Zephyr's opening for people who talked like ancient royalty, and he found the idea that it was so common exasperating. Leval and the girl seemed to be hitting it off and getting along just fine, and Zephyr decided it was time to amuse himself a little bit. He considered going ver to them, but decided his other course of action would be better. "Just kiss her already, Leval!" He hollered, cupping his hands around his lips to carry the sound and mentioning the illusionist's name to make sure he noticed. He sat back again with a satisfied smirk, watching them.

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Daichi winced at every slight movement he attempted to make. She didn't hold back on that hit, did she? He settled into one position that seemed to provide some sort of relief to his suffering. "Hold still for a moment..." The succubus approached him once again, and his eyes shot open in an instant. "No- don't touch me!" He growled at her, raising a hand to swat hers away. However, he was struck by a twinge of pain, sending him right back into torment as he keeled over onto his back. Kuroda's breathing pitched when he realized how defenseless he was from one simple hit. Clenching his teeth, the cat slammed a fist on the ground once again to vent out the anger that was threatening to flow out of him. Disgraced. She ruined my reputation. She ruined my pride. The corners of Daichi's lips quivered as he struggled to keep the heat contained- the last thing he wanted to do was expend his energy and irritate the injury even more. He shut his eyes tightly and turned his head away from Nuna in a fit.

While he was looking away, he felt a sudden warmth sweep over his body. The Nocturne peeked through one eye at his company to see that she was using her healing abilities on him. Great. I lose to her and now I have to rely on her to heal the injuries she caused because of my stupidity. Kuroda grumbled under his breath, and a pout formed on his face while he did so. He didn't want to admit that her actions were helping quite a bit. I should never have underestimated her. I got way too cocky towards the end. Only a few seconds passed and Daichi could feel the nerves in his arms and legs working without much pain shooting through his core, save for the few pangs of soreness every now and then. The pending wrath he had aimed towards Nuna apparently died down with the pain as a result of her succubus touch. However, he refused to forget the cause of his ache.

He sat up promptly after Nuna pulled away, and he flashed a glare in her direction. "How do you feel? I can assist you to the infirmary if you'd li-" Her sentence was cut short as she groped the side of her head, expressing some sort of discomfort. However, being as dismissive as he was, Daichi went on without paying her much attention. "Just so you know, I went easy on you." With a lame attempt to salvage whatever dignity he had left, he hopped to his feet from his spot and stretched his arms behind his head. The cat tugged his beanie off his head and ruffled his hair in frustration. His ears twitched accordingly, and he prepared to glide past the succubus to the newly formed door. Clutching his hat tightly in one hand, Kuroda made to tug the door open with the other, leaving his new enemy behind in the all-white chamber. With that, the Nocturne stormed out of the room and was headed straight for the large doors on the far side of the training hall.

Rowan Delacroix

"No... I mean more like- where are you from? What made you decide to come here? If you don't mind my asking of course." Rowan was a little taken aback by his question that delved deeper than she initially thought. She lifted her head to gaze up at the ceiling, her mind searching for a concise answer. "He's curious about that?" Finally, the vampire opened her mouth to speak. "I am from... a secluded region of Matara." Rowan's small voice trailed off. " 'Why I came here?' That is a question even I do not know the answer to." She let out a soft chuckle and reclined against the wall. "One could say I came here to--" A deep voice boomed from across the training hall and easily overlapped Rowan's mumbling.

"Just kiss her already, Leval!" The towering demon shouted in their direction, a triumphant grin visible on his face. Rowan paused with her lips still parted and she stared at the silver haired creature in both awe and disbelief. "Did that demon just...-" Unsure of how to react, Rowan masked her emotions to the best of her ability and quickly turned her head to face Leval. "Are you associated with him, Leval Lamrue?" She pointed his finger in the demon's direction and furrowed her brows. Rowan felt a wave of embarrassment threaten to overcome her face of indifference, as her cheeks started to color. "Why must he feel the need to declare such a statement so openly?" Her eyes darted around the room as if to count how many creatures were focused on the two of them at that moment. "All of this unwanted attention... it would prove to be a nuisance if Leval's reputation was tarnished because of this." The vampire pursed her lips tightly and made sure to mark the unidentified demon in the back of her mind.

Leval Lamrue

Rowan seemed slightly surprised at his question, but not upset, rather than being upset she seemed to be thinking about her answer. Leval waited patiently, hands crossed in his lap pleased that he had gotten the conversation up and running again. "I am from... a secluded region of Matara." She paused for a moment and then chuckled, leaning up against the shaded wall they sat at. "One could say I came here to--" And at that point, the Demon that sat close to them shouted rather loudly, "Just kiss her already, Leval!" Leval stiffened at turned. He vaguely remembered the Demon from breakfast, sitting at the table with some of his roommates, but had never gotten his name. He was wearing a huge smirk on his face watching to see their reactions. 'He's the type that enjoys watching others squirm. The best way to deal with him is just to ignore him and move on... but the hell with that.' Leval felt a fire searing through his veins. Leval eyed the Demon for a moment, looking over his facial features inquisitively for a moment and then quite deliberately turned away from him back to Rowan.

Rowan appeared to be rather indifferent to the comment, but he saw that color had to begun to rise in her cheeks. "Are you associated with him, Leval Lamrue?" Leval raised his hands and snapped his fingers, above the Demon's head a comically over-sized and distorted caricature of the Demons face appeared with the word "Obnoxious" tattooed on its head in rainbow text that shined quite brightly. The figure turned to face the rest of the room, and began to shout loudly enough that everyone in the room could hear it in a near perfect imitation of the Demon's voice. "I ENJOY BEING LOUD AND ANNOYING! BEHOLD THE SPLENDOR THAT IS THE FABULOUS ME!" With that an large red arrow pointing down at the Demon appeared, shooting off bright explosions of light and color. 'Now for the finishing touch...' Leval had the illusion continue to shout bizarre outbursts such as "MY MOTHER TOLD ME I WAS THE MOST SPECIALIST BOY" and "I AM A SCCCCCAARRRRYYYY DEMOONNN WOOOooOOO." The effect would only last for a minute or so, and had used up the remainder of his magical energy. 'Worth it. Though I have just definitely pissed off the massive demon behind me.' He came this close to regretting this decision before flashing Rowan a massive grin. "Y'know I think I saw him at breakfast, but I didn't have a chance to catch his name. I'll have to ask during lunch."

Zephyr

Zephyr settled back to watch the pair, looking pleased with the awkward look on the girl's face. She was blushing and everything. Leval looked pretty surprised as well, and Zephyr felt smug up until he found himself looking at a larger than life caricature of himself. What the... He thought, raising an eyebrow at the word on his forehead. He couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing, along with the rest of the room. The illusion of him looked pretty similar, and and Leval had even gotten the voice almost right. His laughter only increased in volume when the illusion started talking about his mother and all, and he was laughing right up until the illusion faded. When it did, he kept chuckling for minutes after. That had been a pleasant although unexpected result, and even though he'd laughed, he had no qualms about beating up anyone who thought they could laugh at him in addition. It had been an unusual but effective comeback, and Zephyr found that he actually trusted and respected the illusionist more for it.

Standing up, he walked over to him and the vampire, a deadly serious look on his face. "That would have been hilarious," he started, "if my mother hadn't died a month before I came here." That was a lie, of course, he'd never known his parents, and he didn't particularly care to. It was probably a joke in bad taste as well, but he didn't really care. His face cracked into a grin, and he held out a hand to Leval. "Well played."

Nuna Mori

After the massive consumption of her energy to revitalize the Nocturne, Nuna was abandoned in the training hall without his appreciation. "Just so you know, I went easy on you." Growing weary of this behavior, which occurred twice, she would have to think twice before healing anyone. Still kneeling on the ground, she rocked backward onto her feet, rising slowly, as her knees cracked, to prevent loss of balance. The only thing that comforted her was the sound of her heels bouncing around the room as she walked to the exit.

Once outside the training hall, the mass of people she had seen earlier were present. Everyone seemed to exhibit an extent of exhaustion and infliction. She was simply going to continue to the medical wing she searched for formerly. She had begun to leave a bad impression amongst the students as if she had a developed a structured relationship. She had no companionship, so she proceeded to the transporter with an objective task, rather than the subliminal subjective perspective.

After various conversations with other students, found her way into the infirmary. On arrival, she noticed two beings in the room; one being the nurse and another person with vivid clothing lying on the cot. Redirecting her attention to the nurse, she explained her issue and was told lie down for she would tend to her momentarily. As she walked across the room, memories of the way she was treated by others agitated her. But how had she treated to the others to deserve such? The train of thought ceased as the nurse approached Mori. "You look troubled. Is everything alright?" Fumbling to find the words to respond she sputtered, "Y-yeah. It's just my head bothering me. That's all." The nurse looked at her with assurance, choosing not to pursue the topic. It was as if she heard the line countless of times and preferred to leave things alone. Inspecting Mori's body, the nurse identified the areas of injury and began administering aid. Placing the cool skin of her hand on her forehead, Nuna winced but calmed as the sensations made her tranquil. She felt the same presence around her abdomen as both hands of the nurse managed her recovery.

Rowan Delacroix

The humorous replica of the Demon appeared above his head as a result of Leval's fingers snapping. Rowan's jaw dropped at the sight and soon the room was filled with the laughter of many other students. She knew not how to react to the various colorful explosions and ridiculous phrases that echoed across the hall. Her first inclination was to laugh along with the others, but she brought her fist to her mouth and stifled the giggles that were beginning to surface. The illusion started to fade and Leval turned to face her once again, a broad grin occupying his lips. "Y'know I think I saw him at breakfast, but I didn't have a chance to catch his name. I'll have to ask during lunch." By reading his expression Rowan picked up on the fact that the goofy image was his doing. "So he's one who can manipulate the senses... rather than an Essentia, Leval is an Illusionist?" Her lips quirked into a faint smile but reverted back to her stoic character when she noticed the demon approaching the two of them.

"That would have been hilarious- if my mother hadn't died a month before I came here." Rowan's facials contorted slightly at this statement. Rather than reacting the way he would have hoped, the vampire remained stagnant and eyed the demon acutely. "How twisted..." Regardless of his delcaration the face the demon made was still one of amusement. "You claim you do not find it to be hilarious, still and all your expression conveys otherwise." Rowan found her voice, this time more stern than the others. A glare was directed at the tall demon that cast a shadow over where they reclined, but she rose from her spot to face him properly. "-death is assuredly not something to be taken lightly, though I am sure you are well aware of that."

Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ

"I would be gladder still if lightning had never been a card on the table," Nodah said tilting his head. Desdemona could agree that the lightning was a bit extreme, but she knew it would be end the battle. "I had not known creatures summoned from the grave could conjure lightning. I do wonder though, if the barrier were indeed what whipped your serpent's tail. With a heart so full of passion to scale to the top, would the absence of a barrier have deterred you or stayed your hand?" he continues.

“Necromancers are full of surprises.” Desdemona smirked, “Even without the barrier I would’ve fought the same way.”

Zephyr

Zephyr raised an eyebrow at the vampire as she stood up, looking down at her with a bored expression on his face. "Maybe it isn't when you're already dead. Look, I'm no angel. I've got a twisted sense of humour. Does that surprise you?"

He turned to Leval. "I don't mean to dismiss your girlfriend like I don't care about her. It's just that I don't. But like I was saying, that was a good comeback." He put his hand back down and in his pocket, looking at the illusionist. Zephyr usually had a good idea of how people reacted to certain things. Little miss righteous, for instance, glaring at him like he'd been the one to kill his fictional mother, probably had him at the top of her hate list now. Not that he minded, she already bored him to death. What he wasn't very sure of right now was how Leval would react. Either back her up, or accept the compliment with good nature. Both options were equally likely, and he decided to give him the chance to react.

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Reas disappeared into the smoke again just before Mischa's shot could get him, though one question was answered for Mischa, Reas does use illusions, he figured this when he realized that the smoke was keeping a certain distance away from him, he kept looking around but started relying on his hearing more. Reas seems to have neglected using sound with his illusions, he didn't hear the sound of the skates on the floor from the two coming at his sides so he ignored them, he did hear something in the smoke though. he quickly raised his rifle toward it and fired a void round which exploded on impact with whatever it hit.

Reas felt the round hit and flew back against the padded wall feeling as though his chest was on fire. He landed on his hands and knees coughing as her felt the smoke begin to clear,"that. Really. Sucks" he said between breaths and then collapsed onto the floor with a smile on his face glad there were strong student in this school. "I concede you win this time" he said while his voice was still hoarse. The door to the room opened Reas slowly stood up to roll out the door silently glad that the room had the protective barriers or else he would probably be dead at that moment. "good fight" he called back, not even bitter about the loss

Reas came out of the door and rolled his way over to a set of benches. Sitting down he started poking at the spot on his chest where the void round had hit him. almost dead center...wow her thought and then winced as he touched the area feeling as though the matchup was a bit one sided but it couldn't be helped.

Leval Lamrue

Instead of the roar of anger, that Leval had expected to come from the large Demon, he heard a heavy guffaw from laughter from him and several of the students around the room. Even Rowan appeared to be stifling a giggle with a hand to her mouth. She gave him a quiet smile, which disappeared from her face when Leval heard the sound of approaching heavy footsteps. He turned to look at the approaching Demon, he reflexively reached for his magic to make himself more imposing, but felt nothing. 'Right out of energy...fantastic.' The Demon that had been laughing just a moment before looked pissed off, and Leval felt the hairs rise up on his arms, but kept his face impassive. "That would have been hilarious, if my mother hadn't died a month before I came here." Leval's eyebrow rose, the Demon was clearly lying. And he only confirmed it when he reach out his hand and said "Well played."

Rowan glared at the Demon, "You claim you do not find it to be hilarious, still and all your expression conveys otherwise." She rose up to her feet and continued, "-death is assuredly not something to be taken lightly, though I am sure you are well aware of that." It seemed like Rowan had taken the Demon's lie quite personally. The Demon shifted his eyes from him to her, "Maybe it isn't when you're already dead. Look, I'm no angel. I've got a twisted sense of humour. Does that surprise you?" He looked back to Leval, "I don't mean to dismiss your girlfriend like I don't care about her. It's just that I don't. But like I was saying, that was a good comeback." After the exchange with Rowan, Leval frowned. He had been willing to let bygones be bygones and shake the Demon's hand, but the Demon was starting to remind him of the bullies that had targeted back home.

"Thanks for the compliment, shame about your personality." Leval said coldly. "You can leave us be now, you're boring me." He saw Reas step out of the fighting room, shortly followed my Mischa. He turned his back to the Demon. "It looks like all the fights have finished up Rowan. Let me show you where the dining hall is for lunch." He motioned for Rowan to follow, without paying anymore attention to the Demon and began to walk out of the room