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Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

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Sliding back, Desdemona winced in pain, putting a hand on her abdomen. She had a strong feeling that a punch wouldn’t work as an offensive maneuver, its focus was more to gather information on Nodah’s skills rather than injuring him.

During the counterattack, Desdemona managed to see a particular action Nodah does while he channels magic, the movement of his fingers. Whether it was for greater control or he couldn’t use magic without his hands, Desdemona figured regardless of its purpose she should aim to restrict any motions. “The shield will probably stop bones from breaking, but that doesn’t mean I can’t cause pain.” moving into a position to leap again, she mumbled a summoning chant. A swarm of bug like creatures formed behind Nodah. They’re weak in strength, but if bunched together they can be a good distraction.

“Surround him.” she telepathically sent a command to the bugs and they proceeded to fly closer to Nodah. Charging forward, Desdemona looks for an opening to grab his wrists also noticing the dagger in one hand.

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Desdemona watched Nodah walk back increasing the distance between them. He stood in a combat ready stance, “Are we meant to begin unprompted? Or is there an examiner whose arrival we should await?” a smile appears on his face, “Does this seem barbaric to you? Placing two students in a room and pitting them against each other. Or is it merely necessary?” Nodah inquires.

Closing her eyes, Desdemona begins to recite an incantation. She felt an immense amount of energy flow within her body, and the whispers of the undead in her ears. A dark aura of strengthening magic surrounded her. She opens her eyes looking in Nodah’s direction, “Necessary or not, a brutal fight is always fun.” smirking, Desdemona puts one foot forward quickly lunging towards Nodah. As she gets closer, she moves her fist aiming to strike his face.

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

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"May he, or she," Nodah grins. “After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready - they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed.” after the announcement, Nodah gestures for Desdemona to move first, “After you.” he says. She makes her way to the A rank line eventually reaching a kiosk, "Please swipe your identification card over the scanner." Following the instruction she moves her necklace past the scanner, “You may proceed, Desdemona Corcella."

The endless hallway morphed into the training room, Desdemona entered analyzing the design. "As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match." a voice states, “Good to know I won’t die in here.” Desdemona feels somewhat relieved. Nodah reached the chamber soon after, “You seem intent on winning,” he observed her competitiveness, "I take it you came to Rosewood with ambition in your heart." Nodah continues.

There was no denying that Desdemona was very ambitious. Ever since she was young, her family taught her to aspire for greatness, achieving anything less was unacceptable. Not wanting to disappoint, Desdemona made being the best her goal in life.

“I definitely have a lot of ambition. I came to Rosewood with one goal; to be the top student.” unaccustomed to failure, she had no intention to let this spar end in defeat.

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

Titanpad does seem like a good idea, but it could end up leaving the RP dead for a while (Waiting for the groups to finish writing their collabs), which is iffy to me since I like reading new posts.

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

@Ceira I like the idea~

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

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The human gravitin from the dining hall approached her. "It appears we must face off today," Nodah speaks, “A gravitin-” Desdemona wondered what the true extent of his power was. He could probably do more than just lift a body off the floor, he is rank A after all, “This could be difficult…” the realization that this might be a challenging victory, Desdemona couldn’t help but smirk. “Bring it on.” eagerness fills her body.

"I wonder, what becomes of those of us for whom triumph elude?" He asks, “I was wondering the same thing, but I don’t plan on being the one to find out.” Desdemona replies with a hint of arrogance, “May the best creature win.”

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"Welcome to combat training, students. Our activities today will help you in survival training, where you will either move up a rank, stay in your rank, or move down a rank. You will fight one other student from your rank, then get an analysis of your performance. After that, you will be put into a group with two other students from each other rank different from yours and fight other groups of three. Each member from the winning group will be able to choose from a pool of weapons to keep, and be later recognized for their amazing teamwork and skill. All of your classes and activities you attend here at Rosewood have a purpose; to defend Mystia from the Night Monarch. Don't forget what you are here for."

Distracted by the announcement, Desdemona focused more on seeing who her opponent was rather than Nuna and Daichi’s confrontation. Reading the name next to hers on the screen, “Nodah Listig”, Desdemona began to conserve her magical energy for the match. She didn’t feel like she would lose, but underestimating an enemy wouldn’t be wise, especially if they’re also rank A. “I have to win.” Desdemona thought as she contemplated what would happen if she lost the battle. She knew worrying about an uncertain result wouldn’t benefit her chances of winning.

Taking precautions, Desdemona pulls the notebook from her nightstand out of her jacket pocket. Opening to a blank page, she begins to draw a conjuring sigil which is a difficult task when given little room. Ripping the page out once finished, the emblem emitted spores of energy, “Seal.” Desdemona whispers causing the spores to be absorbed into the paper. Folding the sheet, placing both it and the notebook into an inner pocket, Desdemona waits for the duel to start.

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

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Watching the display of his elemental powers, Desdemona could tell Daichi was an essentia before he even said it. Using his acrobatic abilities, he hit the ball back to Desdemona with one of his legs, “Trying to show off huh?” Desdemona smirks ready to show a higher extent of her strength.

Heels are heard nearby, shifting Desdemona’s attention from the ball to the one making the noise. It was Nuna, “I’m getting really tired of her…”Desdemona tried her best to stay calm. Realizing the ball was heading her way, she caught it with her eyes still fixated on Nuna. “Hi... Nuna. The chick that knocked you out... Forgive me for what happened earlier, I'm still having trouble controlling these powers. I couldn't resist the urge to drain your energy. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, so we don't start a friendship off sketchy. But before you accept anything I would like to offer you back your energy. Please.” Nuna apologizes to Daichi for the dining hall incident. “I wonder what would happen if I threw this at her face with full force?” Desdemona couldn’t help but smile thinking of the violent outcomes.

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

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“So you can show emotion!” Daichi Jokes, “Haha.” Desdemona rolls her eyes. Maneuvering the weight between his hands, “Hey, what class are you?” the nocturne asks. “I’m a necromancer-” interrupted by the swiftly approaching ball that Daichi kicked. There was a loud sound made upon impact with Desdemona’s hands, “Not bad. Not bad.” she judges Daichi’s strength. Increasing her magical power, Desdemona’s right hand begins to glow dark colors. Throwing the ball slightly up, she strikes using the palm of her hand. A shockwave appeared on the area where the ball was hit.

The sphere travels rapidly at her target, "What’s yours?” Desdemona asks in return.

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Desdemona caught the ball almost dropping it, distracted by Daichi's request. “Desde? No one’s ever called me that before.” not even her family had given her nicknames. A weird feeling went through her body, a smile very briefly appeared on her face before she reverted back to her normal expression, “I shouldn’t be giddy over a damn nickname!”. “Call me what you want.” she responds trying to hide her emotions, throwing the ball back with more force than anticipated.