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[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

Ooofph. Sorry it took so long. Getting a bit behind on things. xD

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

"A very odd one, honestly, bec-" Bel didn't get to finish his sentence as the angel suddenly tried to rush into one of the theater rooms. Luckily though it seemed like the correct one, a small bit of relief found bell in that. The past few moments had blurred together, he barely remembered that he had the tickets in his hand as he followed Harp into the theater room without a word. Though there were other people, they seemed to have a natural instinct to keep at least a good foot away from the demon as he entered.

It was a rather nice place, no one could deny it. The screen was massive, the seats could easily fit two people if you squeezed a bit, every chair had two cup holders, and then there was Bel's favorite part. It was a small thing, but he found it to be a rather big deal. The chairs, while they were nearly large enough for two people, were also insanely plush and soft. You could sink right into one and probably get lost in Narnia or some other fake, imaginary place! While watching movies in his free time, he loved to lounge in them, even if he really wasn't interested in the movie. The floor was black, though it could have easily been another color, it was hard to tell with the room having already grown dark. The screen had started to play the basic movie adds that usually ran a couple of minutes before the movie actually started.

This time, Bel wasn't sure if he was going to be able to watch the movie or not. He glanced over Harp for a moment, frowning slightly as he reaches over and grabs the Angel's upper arm and tries tug him along up the rather large steps in a hurried fashion, directing him a bit more towards the higher-up chairs as more people began to fill into the room and take seats. He didn't want to get stuck with someone behind him, he wanted their backs to a wall. Even if it was a room full of supposed humans, he was not going to take any chances.

"Harp. Top row, the middle seats." Bel murmured softly before releasing the angel's arm and swiftly skipping up the stairs like some human teenager might, tugging his hood down over his eyes a bit more as he did so. Though a few pink locks of hair fell into his face, he couldn't bother himself to put them back into place. He wasn't really thinking about much at the moment, though he did continually glance back towards Harp like a very protective watchdog. If he had ears, they'd be up and on alert. He had to be, after all. He was under this angel's cupid's spell... that and it was the angel's first time really delving around in the human realm.

A soft sigh escapes Bel though as he carefully slips into the very top row of the theater, plopping down in a seat right near the middle. He leans back, kicking his feet up and resting them upon the back of the chair in front of him. There was a blank look on his face as he glanced towards Harp yet again and then towards the screen. Maybe he should have gotten snacks, but that could wait for another time, they were already here after all, no point in risking a chance at loosing their seats. Bel had a feeling that the moment he was away from Harp's side, the magic would start to get weaker. This short distance seemed alright, but something told him this wouldn't last much longer. The angel was in a bit of luck, though. Bel wouldn't rip him to tiny bits in the middle of the mo-...

A hand is suddenly brought up, Bel starts to rub at his eyes. That, or maybe Bel was lying to himself. Direct thoughts like that apparently were still not allowed, it seemed. There was a throbbing pain in his chest for several moments, even after he dropped his hand.

Free-form Monster Highschool RP (OOC/IC)

Name: Cyder
Gender: Strongly identifies as male, most of the time
Age: Unknown, Appears 17
Race: Shapeshifter
Rank: Teacher ((Mistaken for a student))
Classes Taught: How This is Made 101
Description: Clicky (note, this is opt to change. Possibly quite often. Though I will try to avoid it for such confusion.)
Weapon of choice: A shovel. He has never really quite explains why that is, either.

Personality

No one really knows what goes on in Cyder's head, not even him it seems. While at times he seems very grounded and others he appears to be ready to just float away like a thought on a passing breeze, he is unpredictable. Most of the time though Cyder is seen as a rather friendly and playful fellow with a love for games, who takes nothing very seriously. People often mistake him for being 'high' or completely out of it, but he has shown that he can be very focused and alert when he needs to be. He asks a lot of random questions and is very innocent seeming. A few people may say this is just a front, as he can be extremly violent and cruel if pushed hard enough. Everyone, including the Headmistress of the school, seem to think it is better to just let him go about as he is with little restriction.

History

No one really knows where Cyder is from nor what era. It is virtually impossible to tell and no one can ever get a straight answer from him when they try asking. It changes every time. The only two things that remains consistent is his minor fear of 'plagues' and he openly admits that no, he did not escape the 'humans'. But no one is quite sure what that means, either.

Abilities/Powers:

Shapeshifting! He can change into virtually anything or anyone, an exact replica aside from the personality. Though he is great at mimicry and can do some rather amazing things with it. Its not sure what the exact limit of this ability is, or if it is limited to things of reality.

It does appear that along with the ability to change his shape freely, he can heal most wounds relatively easily. Cuts and scrapes heal about as fast as they appear, larger wounds can take up to a couple of hours to days, depending on the severity of it.

He is immune to charm or controlling effects, manipulation of most kinds. Weither this is an actual ability or if it is due to his current state of mind, no one is sure. But it doesn't work.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Ooo, key lime pie!

I'll try to have a post up sometime later tonight or tomorrow. :0

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

:0 Sweet. I look forward to it!

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

I finally finished reading the 1/2 Prince Novels and am rather stumped on writing. xD *Grumbles* Loved the ending, though.

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

I'll have a post up sometime today.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Bergh. Sorry for taking so long to post. Finally catching up on some sleep I've been missing. xD

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Cyder was still rather busy amusing himself with the oddly bouncy-ball like apple in his hands, in a rather childlike manor. It was hard to see, but there was a rather friendly smile upon his pale lips as his head tilted from side to side, following the motions of the apple as it rolled between his hands. A few times his hands darted out of the long sleeves of his dark jacket to grab the apple, digging his black talon-like nails into the seemingly delicate fruit. But not once did the sharp claws even scratch the surface of it, let alone penetrate past its thin, red outer layer.

Though he suddenly stopped as someone else sat down at the bar. Normally he would not have bothered to take notice, but something poking at the back of his mind wanted him to take notice. Maybe just because the other was sitting at the bar too, or maybe just curiosity. It happened on occasion, all these years and Cyder did still have some child-like tendencies he had yet to fully grow out of, especially when he found himself in a rather good mood. It was rare these days, he might as well take advantage of it while he had it. His smiles were always fleeting, what was the worst that could possibly happen by saying hello?

Cyder stared down at the apple, sitting still between his hands. As he draped his head, his hood fell a bit farther down his face, causing him to frown a bit as loose strands of hair also fell into his face. Frowning was not how he wanted to start this. With a slight shake of his head, he lifts one hand off of the counter, grabbing the apple with the other. He mutters something softly before suddenly bouncing the apple against the counter. Despite its shape, it bounces perfectly like a round bouncy-ball would. It brings a faint smile upon his face before he turns his head to finally look down the line at the bar, eying the old man a bit cautiously. The old man looked like someone Cyder would normally target for an easy soul, but he had already collected five on his way over to the bar. He didn't want anymore today, in fact, he probably wouldn't want any more for a couple of weeks if he found something else to occupy himself with.

With another shake of his head, black bangs now covering his eyes, he gives the bouncy apple a light toss onto the bar as it starts to carefully bounce right across the bar towards the old man.

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Roll, roll, roll, roll. Stop.

The apple seemed to almost have a destined path, which it had no intentions of straying from as it went from bouncing to rolling before finally stopping a short distance from the old fellow. It had landed perfectly on its bottom, the stem and green leaf that were still attached seemed to spring to life a bit more after it had left Cyder's hands. Cyder on the other hand was just sitting there, looking at the apple and the old man from behind the shadow of his hood. Maybe he should have just gotten up and said hello. Now this was awkward. Was he going to bounce it back to him? Or was he going to eat it? Oh... Cyder suddenly hopped he didn't try to eat it. He knew it! This was a terrible idea, why did he even think of it.

Without much warning, Cyder lifts his head up, letting out a loud groan before slamming his head forward onto the bar with a painfully loud thud. Though this only seemed to be to hide his face, as if realizing he was making a fool out of himself. What necromancer of his level did such childish things! What was he, six?!

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Cyder had been waiting outside the bar for some time, hidden from prying eyes. He couldn't decide if he truly wished to enter the building or not. A red apple is tossed carelessly between two hands while he thinks, head tilting from side to side to follow the motion of the apple. Currently his black bit of cloth was shaped like a jacket, a very large jacket. The hood hung well over his eyes, the sleeves were far too long for his arms, and with how he was currently balled up, it looked like he was in a very large dress! The end of the jacket went to his feet. But as he stood up, the length of the jacket past his knees would start to detract. Within a couple of moments, the black fabric was shrunk back up to just past his hips. Though the hood and the sleeves seemed to remain quite long, not that he really cared about how he looked.

Without skipping a beat he turns to head towards the door, but stops short. He now clutched the apple in his grasp, it was a wonder how the fruit didn't crumble. To enter the bar or not to enter the bar, that was the question. He had been here before, it hadn't been to bad. A bit boring, but it wasn't chaotic anything... Cyder suddenly found himself pacing back and forth, switching the apple between his pale hands. He quickly stopped though, counting out loud.

"One... two... four... seven... eleventeen... fiftyteen..." He manages out before sucking in a rather sharp breath, he opens the door and slips into the bar. Even after all these years, he still couldn't count correctly unless he was counting souls. His bare feet skimmed over the floor was he walked directly towards the bar itself, tugging his hood down a bit more to shadow his face better. But anyone who had decent eyesight would still be able to see his porcelain white skin, it was a small relief to have everything covered aside from the tops of his bare feet, though. He still didn't like shoes, even in this day and age... and that was not likely to change anytime soon.

He didn't dare toss a glance anywhere else in the bar as he slid onto one of the stools. He sat quite contently though as he leaned against the bar, quite easily preoccupying himself with the apple as he sets it on the counter and starts to lightly roll it between his sleeve covered hands.