Ceira

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

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The Nocturne's ears perked up beneath his hat when he noticed to ominous glow forming around the demon's hand. His lips formed a smirk, exposing a fang in doing so. He shook out his wrists and rolled up the sleeves of his jacket once again. "Necromancer- nice." Kuroda hopped on his toes as if to warm up his body, ridiculing Desdemona in the process. The weight showed some changes in color as small threads of the dark energy waved along the surface of the ball, covering it in a thin layer of her power. Daichi kept his eyes trained closely on the sphere, determined to catch whatever was being thrown at him.

The ball was thrown up, and immediately was struck downwards at an angle with admirable force. Desdemona's palm collided with the energy-encased orb, bending the atmosphere around the source of impact for a split second before a ripple effect was left in its path. "What’s yours?” With that, the medicine ball made a beeline straight for Daichi's face. His mind was set on one-upping his new partner; the cat brought both of hands up in front of him and narrowed his angular eyes, their amber hue flashing with a bright cyan. A film of mist appeared between his palms as he turned them to face each other, reacting quickly enough to slow down the projectile. Daichi then pounced back from the patch of vapor he manifested, allowing the sphere to pass through and come to a screeching halt; he had snapped his fingers just in time to transform the screen of fog into a levitating sheet of ice.

Kuroda brushed off his coat and took his time walking back over to the floating ball. "Essentia." He exhaled hot breath onto his chilled gloves before brushing his fingers along the patch of ice to shatter it. The ball was frosted over, but his was just to his liking. He blinked and his eyes had reverted back to normal. "-But I'm sure you were able to figure that out by now." The cat purred under his breath, tossing the ball high up into the air. By doing so, he gave himself enough time to somersault into the air, rebound off the ground with his hands, and swing one of his legs to swat the ball with more velocity.

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Upon catching the ball, he was taken aback by the amount of force put into the throw. He had almost missed that flicker of a smile that appeared for a mere second. "So you can show emotion!" Daichi snickered, squinting his eyes while grinning widely at Desdemona. Standing idly with the weight, his fingers prodded at the crevices of the sphere before he opened his mouth to speak again. "Hey, what class are you?"

The Nocturne started tossing the ball back and forth between his gloved hands, occasionally spinning the weight on the tip of his index finger. When he assumed the demon was distracted enough, he tossed the ball up, turned swiftly on the balls of his feet, and connected the sole of his foot with the sphere in the form of a low hook kick. With that, the ball was projected toward the other party with great speed, making a soft whistling sound as it flew threw the air.

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“Your name’s Daichi, right? I’m Desdemona.”

The Nocturne cocked an eyebrow at the demon. "Yeah- how'd you know? Psychic?" He chuckled teasingly, taking a few steps behind him. When a decent space was left between them, Daichi did a few practice swings with the ball in his hand to gauge how much force he needed to use. "Desdemona, huh... how's Desde sound?" He looked down at the sphere then back up at Desdemona before finally releasing his grip, allowing to ball to travel in the direction of the other.

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Daichi rolled his eyes and chose not to respond to the foolish antics of the pixie. He kept his focus trained forward, trying his hardest to avoid the looks of repulsion he assumed were being directed at Zensei. The strides he took became progressively wider, and he nearly broke into a sprint when he saw the portal rising in the distance. "-better shut up and hold on tight." Kuroda muttered under his breath, jerking his head towards the ceiling as if to warn the other creature. With that, he put a hand on his head to overlap the small body of the pixie right before pushing off the ground with great force, dashing straight for the lift that was already overcrowded. He braced himself for impact as his momentum propelled them forward, sending the two crashing against the sea of other students. A few grunts of disapproval sounded from within the portal, but Daichi was too proud of himself to pay them any mind.

The Nocturne removed his hand from the top of his head, pulling the pixie down with it. "Phew... you good?" He managed to speak whilst catching his breath. Kuroda held his palm out for Zensei to stand on, but the cat nearly fell over when an untimely jolt was sent through the floor. Following the unpleasant transportation, he made his way out of the portal by clawing through the motionless hoard. On his way out, he hadn't realized he abandoned Zensei. Instead, he continued on to the training hall, taking in the impressive design of the area. It's tall ceilings were decorated with what appeared to be chandeliers that weren't quite connected to the roof, along with the massive windows that stretched along the majority of the hall.

Since he was easily distracted, Daichi couldn't help but bounce around the room, observing all the stations scattered throughout. Once he was satisfied with examining the various screens that displayed each class' warm up exercises, he noted the lack of student participation- everyone was either chatting away or lolling around the hall except for one particular student that caught his eye; the thick-horned demon girl whom he recalled from the lunch table, but nothing more. He decided it would be worth a shot to spark up a conversation, so he casually made his way over to her corner. Daichi reached over her shoulder, being sure to brush against her as he went for one of the medicine balls lined up along the wall she was facing. He began tossing it back and forth between his hands using the tips of his fingertips. "Wanna play catch?"

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Daichi's face contorted in annoyance, immediately deploring the choice he made. The pixie whimpered as if he were about to cry, and the Nocturne was in no condition to be comforting him. "The hell's wrong with you?" Kuroda murmured, grimacing at Zensei impatiently. He curled his wrist slightly, preparing to fling the green creature as far from him as possible. With convenient timing, the cat's hand came to a halt when Yayo Fiji made another announcement over the loud speaker.

Daichi titled his head upward a bit, averting his attention from Zensei to watch the movements of his other classmates. Only a few heeded the instructions initially, but his focus was drawn back to the erratic flailing occurring just below his eye level. "Wanna go to class together?!" The pixie chirped avidly before Kuroda, waving his arms around energetically. He paused for a moment and glanced back over at the remainder of the students who hadn't departed from the cafeteria yet. Searching for a way out, he let out a heavy sigh and decided he may as well go along with the pixie, no matter how unpleasant the trip may be. "Fine." The Nocturne stood up, still gripping the pixie's collar in one hand. He eyed the other party curiously while he made his way over to the high archway of the dining hall. "Want me to let go?" He couldn't help but grin at his own statement, suddenly amused by Zensei's sporadic movements.

Before Zensei could divulge a response, Daichi gently placed the sprite on his shoulder. "-don't make me regret this." He teased, showing an apparent (and most likely temporary) change in his attitude towards the other.

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Regarding the format for fighting, I'm sure it comes across as pretty vague. In order for combat to be fair and possible, each post should be left open-ended. By doing so, your opponent will be able to reply back to your attack/advancement on their own accord. If one were to predict the enemy's strike, it could end up leading to someone being super overpowered/insta-win for days.

Here's a quick example for you guys:

Person #1: The hologram burst forward, both hands tucked tightly by its sides. Darting transversely towards the opponent, replicas of itself were left in its wake, each taking on their own offensive positions. As a result, each copy made it challenging enough to determine which one was the most lethal. While #2 was scanning the clones, #1 erupted from the crowd, lunging for the enemy with daggers in hand.

Person #2: Glancing upwards, #2 met the hostile gaze of the other. With the sharp blades aiming straight for its core, the hologram held up its arms to form an "X" overhead, forming a barrier wide enough to deflect the attack. Sparks were emitted from the intangible shield, and #2 used the window from the unpredictable counter to send a knee straight for the enemy's sternum.

Person #1: Taken completely off guard, the daggers were knocked right out of #1's hands when the opposing side made direct impact with the center of its chest. The surrounding replicas dissolved into the air, signifying the loss of control over its power. The hologram glitched and static emanated from the figure until it faded away into pixels, disappearing into the atmosphere. Person #2 was the winner.

As you can see, these examples were relatively quick and short (and crappy). Feel free to add much more depth to it; this was just to provide everyone with a layout so these classes could go somewhere while giving each character a chance to fight back. ^.^

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Woops, we forgot to clarify that all the standard courses (i.e. Combat Training) are going to be taught as one big class. For the indoor classroom sessions, the seating is arranged according to rank- front row(s)=C, followed by B, and A ranks can either sit in the very back or the balconies. Everything else will hopefully be answered in the posts to come.

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The Nocturne continued nodding off at the vacant table cast off to the side of the group, drowsing in the slight solitude he had found. He wasn't aware of Zensei as he advanced towards him through the small gathering of students. The words his shrill voice formed were inaudible to the sleepy Kuroda, who's hearing had been vitiated following the loss of energy. Sleep had already put the cat in a defenseless state, so he was oblivious to all that was occurring around him- the nonexistent collision the tiny pixie had made with his calf had no effect on Daichi at all. He simply nestled his head further into the nook of his elbow, slipping into a deeper sleep. Just when he was about to zone out completely, a sound most irritating echoed from beneath the cat, provoking his ears to jolt beneath his hat.

"Are you okay my sweet pussy?!" Zensei squeaked unpleasantly; Daichi's eyes opened slowly, a look of indignation festering in the crisp yellow irises. Without uttering a word, the Nocturne reached down to his shin and clasped his thumb and index finger around the back of Zensei's collar. He pinched the miniature tuxedo and yanked the creature from his leg, holding Zensei limply in front of his face. "Don't call me that. Ever." He snarled, bearing his teeth as his ill-tempered mannerisms surfacing. "I'm not in the mood." The usual goofy expression Daichi wore had been replaced with one set with as much intimidation as he could manage at the moment.

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Kuroda's body, still levitating a reasonable distance from the ground, had been surrounded by the druid students called over by Leval. As the healers worked, a transparent glow radiated from their hands, tending somewhat to his loss of heat. Through his unconsciousness, the Nocturne's mind raced in a loop about the events that led up to this outcome. The Succubus had planned it out, possibly using Daichi as a guinea pig to test the extent of her powers. Kuroda's eyebrow twitched at the thought.

Why me? Out of the many creatures present in a school of such prestige, Nuna chose Daichi and consumed his energy in a place for everyone to see. He clenched his hands weakly by his sides before they fell limp once more. Embarrass me in front of the whole school, huh? Just you wait, succubus... While this brooding occurred, the Nocturne mumbled something incomprehensible under his breath. By that time, he had enough energy returned to him, making it possible for him to open his eyes. Slowly, his eyelids remained shuttered as his irises became partially visible. They had not retained their original luster, his amber eyes dull with grogginess. Daichi carefully brought a hand to rest on his forehead, letting out a groan of vexation once he had gathered his bearings. Although his senses were impaired, he managed to snap out of his trance-like state.

"Ugh... too bright..." He spoke with a raspy voice, moving to shield his sensitive eyes with the backs of his hands. Once it was evident that he had come back to life, the two students tending to him stepped back and allowed him some room to regain his center of balance. Noticing that he wasn't quite on the ground, he figured a fellow gravitist had aided in his recuperation as well. "-hey, I think I can stand now." He called out in general, unsure of who was supporting him. Eventually, his feet were planted firmly on the ground and all of his weight returned to him in an instant, nearly knocking him back onto the cold surface of the floor. The Nocturne nodded his head at the students who had assisted him and gave them his thanks. Still feeling a bit unsteady, Kuroda made his way over to one of the nearby tables, sinking into a seat with little to no enthusiasm. He exhaled heavily and turned the chair to face the others, straddling the seat and folding his arms over the back to rest his head. "Man, I'm beat and the day hasn't even started..."

Kuroda eyes became half-lidded once he had settled into his position, fighting back the urge to sleep that was looming over him. The moon won't be out for a while, so I'm screwed until then. The Nocturne gritted his teeth as images of the Succubus played in his head. Because of that woman, I'm left in such a weak and helpless state. What the hell is wrong with me? I should have known better- succubi are even more cunning than most other races out there. He furrowed his brows as he raked his mind for any solutions. How am I supposed to deal with her? My rep is probably torn to pieces 'cause I seem like a wuss. I gotta redeem myself. As he pondered in silence, he struggled to keep his eyes from closing once again, and he drifted off into a light sleep.

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I'm sorry if this is in IC and I've skimmed over it...but where is Daichi's beanie?

@Mivuli

Not to worry, Nuna slid it back onto his head right after their whole rendezvous