[IC] A Dance Among Devils - DxD roleplay

[Suku]

Shitenhoji Academy one of the largest escalator schools located in Japan. Often it was also considered one of the most premier but to most however unlike schools such as Kuoh who focused majorly on academics Shitenhoji was different and boasted high marks in both athletics and Arts. As the school bell rang to end the day students of all sorts left and began their after class clubs. Shitenhoji Academy made it a requirement that students join clubs or a committee as to better themselves and gain knowledge and skills that will aid them even out of the academy. This was often enforced strictly with the student council checking to make sure each student was at least part of one club.

Ixveria sighed and stretched as the day ended finally she could begin her day for sure to others Ixveria was a german Art student studying abroad which was her cover for the most part. Ixveria Naberius was heir to the family in more ways than people knew however it mattered little to her in the long run. Still she honestly cared little for things of that nature she wanted to paint and the like as such she was the president of the the Art club which she actually used to paint and as a front for her nocturnal activities. Arriving to the room it was clear to see how things was in all honestly due to her paintings sales funding some of the schools more ambitious projects she was able to secure a building for her club use and beyond. It was slightly modified to contain more than her art stuff and supplies. Rather carried many a hidden room which served as a training ground, library plus many more hidden ones such as the summoning room and the like. Right she stood in front of a easel a large canvas in front of her as she painstakingly recreated the roman monuments from her earlier travels. Waiting for her peerage to arrive depending on variables she may take them finally for their familiars or push it off as she sent to collect some of her more exotic items for her paintings.

[Joshua Tamashii]

Amelia sighed with relief as the last bell of the day rang. School was easily one of the worst kinds or torture, if not the worse simply because it was legal and necessary. She honestly didn't understand why she had to attend it. Devils lived for thousands of years, she had so much time to learn all this stuff, and with a lot less pressure. Still, it was something she simply had to do and as such, she would put up with it until she was mercifully done with it. With that thought in her head, she gathered her stuff and headed out, saying her good-byes to several acquaintances as she passed.

After making sure she had everything she would need for the day, she made sure everything was secure before heading to the Art Clubs building. She entered it and glanced around, see that she was the second on there, the only other occupant being her King, Ixveria. She gave the pure-blooded devil a kind smile as she moved over to her favorite seat in the far corner of the room, far out of the reach of any possible sunlight should anyone wish to keep the windows open if there was decent weather outside. She took the moment to simply relax and enjoy herself before looking over at Ixveria and addressing her.
"Good afternoon Master Ixveria." She said, her Romanian accent still rather strong, though thanks for the devil's gift in language, no one ever had a problem understanding her. "Are there any plans for the day?"

[Guess Who]

Nora Evans

Lurching forward, Nora clutched at her chest where the steel I beam had crushed her lungs, dooming her to a painful and agonizing death... except no representative of the afterlife approached her. At least not this time. Instead, she found herself sitting alone in her room, her bed wet with sweat and her heart pounding against her chest. It was just a nightmare. Just a scary dream that's all over now. I'm safe in my own bed. She attempted to comfort herself, but despite her words she couldn't shake the strange feeling. The feeling that what she had imagined was all too real. That she really had died and someone had come to save her in those last few moments of consciousness. That's not possible though. Besides, if it were, how would I have gotten back home and in bed? Ready to face the school day ahe- The girl's eyes widened in horror as a new realization dawned on her. "I'm going to be late for class!" Jumping out from her sheets and quickly getting ready, she'd be running as fast her legs could carry her to the school campus, not knowing the events that would soon transpire and reveal to her a whole new world that would shatter the one she'd grown up in.

After classes had ended for the day and most of the student body were making their way home, Nora decided to waste some time near the school's announcement board. There sat several papers all pinned to the wall to allow students to know of any upcoming events or possible information they'd be interested in, but she was focused on a very specific group of promotional material. Despite how much the student council may have pushed for students to join a club, she had yet to do so, feigning ignorance by being a clueless foreigner. If she had to be honest though, she was simply nervous about spending time with people she barely knew. I want to make friends though, and joining a club of people who are interested in something I also enjoy would definitely be a step in the right direction. Which one though?

[The Red Seelie]

Elena Eudusa Agnes

Elena had spent her day doing what she had normally did during the hours of the school day being quite the rebel. Picture this, a white haired girl wearing her hat inside on a school day inside of the school building at her desk at the very back of the class. The teacher too scared to meet her gaze for some particular reason but she was still keeping her head down to work on the desk because well. This was a math class and of course numbers were pretty interesting to her, particularly how many punchs did it take to down an opponent. Maths was good for such simple fun things as that but of course she was mostly relaxing through the day always avoiding other peoples eyes, always looking down like she was guilty of something. She probably was but what did they know about her, little if anything. The only obligation she had was at the end of the school day when the clubs began because it turns out Ixveria had informed her prior of a new recruit and so her being the Queen Piece of the entire peerage thought it best to introduce herself to the budding new piece.

Elena began walking towards the noticeboard with a confident smile on her face though her eyes were tilted downwards so nobody could see them and her hands were in her pocket, so people were parting for her for the fact that she looked like a menacing individual and not because they knew what her eyes actually did. Her white hair hanging low on her face she looked up if for a moment with her pale yellow eyes and gripped the shoulder of the woman in front whom was busy contemplating her decisions. "Hey, Looking for a club I see?" She said with a cheery tone as she leant forward and pressed her finger lightly against the notice for the art club. "I'd say you'd do pretty well in here." Elena suggested leaving the offer in the air, her eyes were closed as she smiled at the girl whom had fitted the description given to her by Ixveria.

[Demon Shinobi]

Hakuryu Mizushima: First Impressions!

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First Stance: Basaltic Fist. Hakuryu took a breath, his eyes closed, imagining an attack coming at him. He stepped forward his left arm extended partway, bent at the elbow the palm side of his fist facing upward a he pivoted his body. He turned at the waist thrusting his right fist forward to deliver a powerful punch which would have interrupted his "opponent's" attack. Second Stance: Phoenix Kick. He continue forward. Hakuryu had shifted his weight onto his left leg, lifting his right only to bring it down before him. He kicked the ground, the force creating a powerful shockwave. Any normal opponent would have been surrounded by the wave that rose upward from the ground and hopefully at the very least they would have been put off balance. His mind brought forth the best case in which their balance was completely knocked off. And so he pressed forward. Third Stance: White Tiger's Dance. He began with a punch, transitioning into a high kick, lean back, dodge, right punch, forward, twist and left kick, chop with the right, left hook, forward, right low kick, right upper kick, left body, right punch to bring them down.

The teens movements lulled for a moment as he prepared for the next stance. Fourth Stance. With the first three forms he'd created the flow of air. He had to take control of it. The young man moved to manipulate it as he'd been taught, as he'd seen his master do a multiple occasions. Blue Dragon's... He swallowed, moving to drive the "dragon" forward in the direction of his mental opponent. However, the flow of air, the beast he'd struggled to create fizzled part way through. He suck in a breath and dropped to his knees. He was shirtless, covered in sweat, practicing alone and out of sight far behind the school.

Hakuryu panted, his slammed his right fist into the ground, clenching his teeth. "Dammit." There was something he was missing. Hadn't he mastered the stances? He did everything his master had showed him. "Fujimoto-Sensei makes it look so easy. Every time." He growled before standing. The final bell rang. He'd had a phys. ed. class to end the day. Of course, he was the top of his class the for the male students. The fact he couldn't complete it wasn't what angered him most though. There was another form, a true ability which came when an individual mastered the four stances. He wanted to learn, but he was told to first master the Blue Dragon's Storm. What's worse, he could imagine Nakajima-Sensei and Soensaengnim Park laughing at him. Jerks! He didn't have time to try again though.

"Next time." Hakuryu shook his head and laughed as he jumped to his feet and grabbed his things, trying to manage putting on the upper layer of his school uniform on the run. To say the least, a more than a few girls (and maybe some guys) were given a bit of eye candy as he ran back through the students who were either going home or heading to club meetings in favor of going to the Art club's room. By now it was mostly common knowledge that he'd dropped sports clubs and other ideas in favor for the art club, though why nobody knew. That didn't stop people from trying. "Sorry can't talk. No basketball this year. No more Football. No American Football either. Sorry I can't act as model for your club today. Sorry coach. Sorry sensei." He gave replies as he moved, never really stopping fully to talk to anyone until he came by the Notice Board.

"Oh hey Elena." He smiled as he took a breath. "New recruit?" He hadn't remembered exactly who Ixveria had described. "She's cute." He spoke nonchalantly. He looked like a mess. His hair was disheveled, the buttons on his shirt were together, but in the wrong places. His jersey was slung over his shoulder with his bag. Still, he wasn't fazed by it. "Well, don't be late." He hardly waited for the response assuming she wouldn't have tried to bring somebody over unless that was the case. So he resolved to move on. In fact, he was already halfway gone. He shifted his things around to take what he needed from his locked and got his shoes before heading out to the club building. "You know how Prez gets!" He spoke up as he ran past Elena and Nora again. And so he was gone again.

Hakuryu took a breath as he finally reached the club room where Ixveria and Amelia were. It looked like he was the second to arrive, third if you counted their King herself. "Prez! Amelia! What's on the schedule for the day?" He asked with a big smile, though he was still very much a mess, even if his hair had settled a bit.

[AdmrlStalfos19]

"Brushes down, everyone," Dimitri von Aleron told the class of students that had an Art course as their final period for the day, as the bell rang to signify the end of said class, "I'll have your paintings graded in the morning."

With that, the class had dispersed, some students going home and others attending their various clubs and whatnot. Dimitri stayed behind for the moment, however, if only to pack things away before he'd set off for the Art Club Building. He glanced over at the paintings that he had his students create. Most of them needed work, as he expected would be the case, but there were a few standout pieces that he legitimately thought were pretty good considering. They were all of the same thing, though; a simple bowl of fruit that Dimitri conveniently placed in the center of the classroom, next to an empty wineglass and a bottle of his favorite wine.

Another thing the paintings had in common was that they were all painted under exam-like conditions. This was good way for Dimitri to gauge how much his students currently possessed, so that he could fine tune them in later lessons. He'd have to grade the paintings themselves later that evening, but for now, he gather the "stars of the show" as it were (those being the fruit bowl, the wine glass and the bottle of wine), and placed them at the back of the room before carefully arranging the students' paintings in front.

Just as he exited the classroom and locked up, Dimitri noted a couple of girls at the school noticeboard, one unfamiliar at first glance and one... very familiar. He could never forget those piercing yellow eyes that belonged to a certain Elena Eudusa Anges. It was good to see that Elena was helping who Dimitri assumed to be the new student he was informed of with entering a club; if it weren't for her, Dimitri would've probably done the same anyway. He stopped by momentarily, noting where Elena had her finger on.

"Ah yes, the Art Club," he stated as he turned to face the newcomer, "I can show you where it's held if you're interested, Miss... You must be Nora Evans, correct?"

[Suku]

- Art Building -

As she continued she didnt look away from her task but spoke up anyway. "We have a new person joining us which we need to introduce beyond that there is a few other things I will discuss once everyone arrives." Ixveria said her voice calm holding a casual tone to it though as she answered Amelia's question. "Everyone should be arriving soon anyway" she continued as she started to apply light paint to the canvas giving the landscape she was painting new life as she went from history to a bit of the fantastical recreating a potential scene from the colosseum during its glory days as you can see gladiators fighting fiercely in the ring. Though taking a break she decided to cheat a little as she sent a call to her pieces knowing that if they were in her peerage they would heed that call and head towards her location. With that done Ixveria let out a small smirk out of the many art clubs in the school hers was a bit different. In the sense hers was labeled as the multimedia art club. Which of course meant that Ixveria had a free reign on what type of art she could do and giving her peerage members various potential outlets to keep up the front.

- Classroom -

"Auriola was it?" A student asked already out of the school uniform and in the standard gym track uniform a tennis racket grasped firmly in her hand. "Since clubs are required why not join the tennis club?" "NO WAIT!" a voice called out as another girl came in her school uniform covered in splashes of paint as a dirty red beret sat crooked on her head "Join my festive arts club instead!" She said trying to reach for her hand in the process. This however continued as more and more students came rushing in with a variety of offers ranging from baseball to the more obscure such as the basket weaving club. Eventually though due to the sheer number of recruiters coming after her it left Auriola little room to speak leaving with only a few options she could take. Though if you were to look due to the size of the school and the amount of students more recruiters was coming along so she had to act fast.

- ??? -

"Things are going to plan I assume?" A voice called out a clear masculine tone was evident. He couldn't allow any mistakes not with a supposed pillar clan devil nearby. As that was said what could only be called a bull headed man nodded as he handed the man a box. "Goodjob Gouki" As said person vanished in a stream of dust. It was time to prepare and he had to plan very carefully if he wanted to succeed he had to make sure no one caught on to what he was doing lest of all this early in the stages. "Soon the world will return to how it was meant to be." he said softly as a cough started to overtake him blood seeping from his lips staining his white robe a scarlet red.

[The Irish Tree]

Auriolus

Humans were so...quaint in their devotion to menial things. That was what Auriolus thought, merely watching them all, not at all used to the feeling of being desired. Even if her current name and persona were a falsehood, it still warmed her mechanical heart to the core to think that such care was given to her. It also broke her heart just a bit that she would have to deny their advances on her free time, considering that she was obligated to follow Ixveria to the end. Even in pointless recreational artistic endeavors. Even more awkward than trying to slip away though was how she would have to do it right in front of everyone, and for all she knew more recruiters were coming down the hallway from the other side. She had to act quickly, but at this rate she was going to be dragged off to some unrelated task while Ixveria was waiting.

Thinking on her feet, Auriolus suddenly opened up a nearby window and jumped onto the sill, crouched ever so slightly before looking back at the various recruiters that were no doubt perturbed by her position, while she simply smiled, the faintest of breezes blowing through her obsidian black hair. "Farewell...everybody." she said in a somewhat depressing tone, before suddenly JUMPING. Well, it was only the first floor, but she made it sound much more dramatic than intended when she landed, the tiniest puff of dirt being kicked up before she dusted herself off, slowly turning around to look at the club recruiters who were just...baffled. "Excuse me." she said before booking it out of there, the track and field recruiter yelling that she'd be perfect for their team.

It took her a few rounds of dipping in and out of buildings on campus and occasionally just heading to the rooftop unseen before Auriola could see the recruiters heading back to their club rooms. Feeling a little bad at disappointing them, Auriola clutched her knees and traced a small circle in the dust on the rooftop. "...I really am the worst..." she said in a soft whisper, suddenly sitting up as she remembered...she was supposed to meet Ixveria just as soon as she got out of her first day of class! Feeling that she could make it up to...EVERY club later somehow, Auriola quickly touched down off the roof when nobody was looking, make sure to descend far from the eyelines of windows, having kicked up an enormous amount of dust with the thrusters in her fingers and legs. Dusting her skirt off, she ran off to Shitenhoji's Art Club Room.

On the way in, she noticed Hakuryu in his usual haphazardly thrown together uniform...judging from the degree of perspiration, he'd been training before coming here as well. Before she would deal with that, respect was due to Ixveria as the robotic woman bowed. "Good Evening, Miss Ixveria," she said, hurriedly adding: "My apologies for being late...many clubs were asking for me. Speaking of, I will need to fill out the paperwork to make my relation to the Art Club official." before turning on her heel and facing Hakuryu. "Amelia, good evening. Hakuryu, you're uniform is in disarray." she said, before without any warning starting to unbutton his uniform, fixing it quickly before suddenly running off to another part of the room, returning with a chilled bottle of water. "It is important to drink plenty of fluids during and after exercise to maintain the balance of fluids you lose while sweating. If you are ever in need of a durable sparring partner, Diligence would be delighted to join you." she said, nonchalantly handing the bottle over before sitting on a nearby chair and waiting. Though, her last offer was...not so appealing. Diligence was a bit of a bitch when it came to training. Now, she just had time on her hands, and as such began constructing a human face on paper, using simple geometric shapes to start. Art was art, after all.

[Guess Who]

Nora Evans

Maybe some sort of sports-related club? Except I've never really been one for physical activity. Not to mention I don't really keep up with sports teams. Those court drama shows are sort of interesting. Maybe I can join a debate team? Except I'm pretty passive. Yeah, I don't really think I could deal with raising my voice at people. I like reading. Is there a literature clu- Nora would be thinking to herself before her thoughts were interrupted by another student. "Oh, um, yes I was thinking of joining a club, though I'm not sure which one," she admitted to the girl who hadn't even given her name yet. When Elena suggested the art club, Nora began to consider the option, but was still unsure. "I don't know. I don't really have much experience with drawing, painting, or any other art form like that. In comparison to everyone else in the club, I'd probably be very behind."

When another student quickly passed by with the sole purpose seeming to be to tell her how attractive she appeared, Nora turned away from Hakuryu to hide her crimson cheeks. She didn't often get compliments on her appearance, so even if it was just a passing comment, the girl couldn't help but feel embarrassed by it. Once her skin color had returned to normal, she'd look back at her unknowingly fellow devil to further discuss possible clubs to join.

Only to be interrupted by another new person. Why are so many people trying to talk to me today? The man appeared to be a bit older than most of her classmates, at least somewhere in his early twenties. Is he just a really young teacher or a student that was held back a few years? Whatever the case was, it seemed that he had assumed that she was interested in joining and now she felt a strange feeling of obligation to do so. "Um, sure, I guess. That would be helpful," she said, letting the two lead her to the art room.