Phi Chisym

Modern Mages IC

YYEEEKK!
Lithy's starting to wonder more about Emelia now... How much of her mother is she? What traits does this Librarian have that twins her mother's? Things that make you go Ummm...

Modern Mages IC

Lithy

Talk about the Holy Grail as their means of eradicating Madame Muir, being the starting idea of their first plan to save themselves, Lithy wasn't at all sure why this was considered a positive start. She's never heard of such a thing, but there's still plenty of American information about magic and religion that she's still learning about. She figured it was some sort of holy symbol strong enough to eliminate such an evil opponent. As they went about chatting, Lithy began to feel a twinge of irritation heating up her senses. Something wasn't right.

Amos, who sat taller on her boots, suddenly hissed with ears flattened and hair rising on end. "Stay Alert, Ti Se!"

Looking up, Lithy watched her worst nightmare - Upon Black Hill Top an explosion of mass insanity breached through the magical shield that was supposed to protect the grounds. Gunfire crossed the air around them and all the students began to scream in horror as tons of black-suited figures and ghouls began to attack them.

"So much for being safe here!" Lithy scowled, wishing she pushed further about her concerns with the safety of this estate. She watched some students and teachers stand tall against the onslaught, fighting with whatever weapon they could garnish or whatever curse they could cast.

Moving closer to the front of the estate, Lithy heard someone cry out in pain before her name was called out. "Lithy and you," She turned to find Yuri grunting with blood painting the sleeve of his shirt. "Get the kids to safety. I'm going to go check on Remy." He rushed away before she could respond. Giving the others a glance, she ducked down and ran to hide behind the stone gate around the home. Peeking out, she watched as more and more students were being attacked; her mind raced to figure out what she could do to help them. Frustrated that she had no weapon to call upon, she decided to do the next best thing.

Papa Legba! May I please...

Sa a see pa tan an, her father chuckled. (This is not the time.)

Yes, it is! I am unable to protect myself or others! This is a perfect time!

Oui, the perfect time to learn - use what I've already given you.

But Papa...

And then her connection fell silent. Angry now, Lithy fumed as she tried to regain her focus upon the battlefield, watching the strange ghouls seek their next victims. This was her first magical fight ever - and it wasn't civil or organized; just chaotic and maddening.

With only minimum access to her stronger abilities and no physical weapon she could just pull from anywhere - like Soul was doing at that time, Lithy began to mentally dig into her database for an appropriate spell.

"Choose your rutters, byen vit!" (quickly) Amos barked at her feet before his form seems to melt into the ground - disappearing - only to enter Lithy's body to offer more confidence and protection. Instantly, her eyes turned pure black and her well-manicured nails lengthened into extreme cat claws.

Taking a deep breath, Lithy focused, placing herself in deep concentration as she noted where all the ghouls were present on the grounds. Mumbling a sinister mantra, she began to play with their empty minds, toy with their mechanical thoughts - manipulate them into obeying her by creating illusions of their master before them. Instead of the students or instructors, they were attacking, the appearance of Madame Muir suddenly preset herself before their eyes as if she had stepped directly before them to speak with them personally. They were pawns and were easily swayed to stop their attacks, but for her to conduct such a massive illusion was a poor first move on Lithy's part. Skills she had, but battle tactics were non-existent. She's always run away from a fight - not jump headfirst into the fray. Therefore, attempting this illusion to offer the students and instructors a chance to get away, or to attack with gusto, was what she can offer at that time.

"I can make them stop...," she shouted over the noise towards the others. "I can make them dance the jig if you like. But... I can't do this for long... Not for this amount of people. My illusions are meant for smaller groups. So, get everyone to attack them - quickly! Or, we find a better hiding place!"

How to survive a dragon hatching

The Sjöbergs

Trygve (Try) & Eerika (Rika) Sjöberg

[Sea Mountain/The Mountain by the Sea] (Siblings)

Trygve

age: 21
occupation: Trapper/Hunter, Fighter/Scout, Leathersmith/Tanner, Rancher.
description:


Try is a scraping young man with long features that match his 5'8" height. Lean muscles to boot and building daily; never gaining weight due to his extremely active metabolism that keeps him running through the woods like a jackrabbit. He's not as stout as most males in the village, but he's gained their respect with his cunning stealth and frisky ways in scouting, tracking, and fighting.

Mysterious hazel eyes with flakes of blue, dark brown hair that grows thick and long. When preparing for battle, Try will either braid it up and around his neck, or cut it shoulder-length, to keep it out of his way when sneaking or scouting. It doesn't matter to him because it grows at a rapid rate. However, not a blade will touch his maturing beard. Has a half arm tattoo of bands and various runes of protection around his left forearm, and rune tattoos from the nape of his neck down to the crack of his ass. Protection and runes of stealth, cunning, and intuition place upon him before he was old enough to speak the words.

temperament: Open-Minded, Straightforward, Guarded, Absentminded, Instinct, Hardworking, Protective, Selfless, Trustworthy, Focus and Serious, but he is not without his moments of silliness; he is quite fond of being a prankster. He can be incredibly deceptive at times, but only when the situation calls for it.

Try has a habit of self-loathing and brood when under an emotional crisis. Overwhelmed, either he'll explode in unyielding rage, or walk away to avoid such, rather calming down and dealing with the problem. His hot-blooded nature is a true sign that he's of Viking blood, even though he doesn't quite look the part just yet. At times, he keeps his emotions to himself, the only person he ever trusted for a long time being his sister. But he does open up towards those who earn his trust and his love. He easily opens up whenever he's alone within nature or with the animals he manages.

abilities: close-ranged combat fighter, rogue skills, sneak attacks, survival skills, herbology, geology/cartography, archery/daggers/short swords, two-handed combat, animal husbandry, ranching, leatherwork, tanning.
(Longbow, short swords, daggers)


precious belongings: The Thunderstone daggers given to him by his Great Grandfather before his passing. The tale connected to them is old and long, and quite frankly too farfetched to be true. But the more Try uses those daggers, the more he's becoming to understand the truth behind them.

Monstrous Nightmare named Arkyn

temperament:

abilities:
Stoker class of dragons; one of the most aggressive, powerful, and stubborn dragons. Arkyn can light himself on fire with a natural flammable gel. The chosen diet is Fish. The Monstrous Nightmare's weakness is getting pushed too hard to point of exhaustion.

Eerika

age: 18
occupation: Dragon Tamer Apprentice, Healer Apprentice, Sea Merchant/Trader, Shieldmaiden.

description:


Rika is of a slender build, muscular with a low level of body fat. She looks dainty, but judging her by looks alone can be quite deadly. This tiny viper packs a powerful bite. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, around 5'5" and 131 lbs. Has rune tattoos from the nape of her neck down to the crack of her ass. Protection and runes of stealth, cunning, and intuition place upon her before she was old enough to speak the words.

temperament: Eerika is a very quiet, well-mannered young woman, calm and collected; observant, sly, and mischievous. However, the very air around her can quickly turn chaotic if the right trigger is hit. Meticulous, Diligent, Intelligent, and Analytical. She can, however, show her immaturity at times with certain topics that a young woman should know. She was mostly raised by her brother; therefore, missed a few milestones that he was not capable of aiding her learning. She's learned most from the women of the village, but still... all she knows is the seas, sword, and coin.

Oh, but don't attempt to oversell her - she'll wind up with your entire collection, along with your coin pouch, all for free and with no complaint. She's learned all about buying and selling from her merchant parents, knowing just how to weasel her way into a good deal - and gaining more than what was offered with the seller none the wiser. And if you attempt to undo her, you'll soon learn that she's just as adept as a shieldmaiden as she is a saleswoman.

All in all, she's a happy sort but holds a sadness that eggs her into a fight rather than crying in the dark. Unlike her brother, Rika prefers to desensitize herself from her emotions, a feeling that builds her into a strong, stoic woman - like her mother once was.

abilities: Herbology/Foraging/Poisonmaking, Seawoman, Merchant/Trading knowledge, Two-handed weapons: short axes, short swords, sword and ax, sword and shield.


precious belongings: The Thunderstone short axes given to Rika by her Great Grandmother before her passing. The tale connected to them is old and long, and quite frankly too farfetched to be true. But the more Rika uses those axes, the more she's becoming to understand the truth behind them.

Tide Glider named Runa

temperament:

abilities: Very graceful Sea Dragon. Her saliva has healing qualities. She shoots balls of poisonous acid out from the water. If it doesn't reach you to burn you, the smoke it creates will poison you instead. Runa is a very skittish dragon, preferring to hide in the water, even though she is capable of flying in the air.

When it comes to her eggs, they look like a bubble, translucent blue in the middle with specks of white.
She's very quick and flexible, which is an advantage when used for escape or Dragon Racing! When in air or water, she looks as if she's dancing.

Their Background:

Within Sjöberg history, their ancestors were the ones within two famous folk stories: The Master Theif, and the Thunderstone. It is said that their 5th Gen Grandfather, Jørgen Sjöberg, a retired seaman who became a poor cottager, had three sons. His youngest, Try's namesake, was the famed Master Thief who proved his skills to the king's head squire for his daughter's hand in marriage. With abilities proven and happily married, he soon was hired by the king as his Royal Merchant, and he and his wife traveled around the world at the king's liking - acquiring many treasures at other's expense. Within his travels, Trygve acquired the very rare Thunderstone - a myth among men, it is a Prehistoric stone that is found in areas where lightning strikes. It is said to behold untold healing and protection properties. It can be used to create unbreakable weapons that loyally protect the wielder, and used for sigil jewelry to protect the wearer.

Now Trygve and Eerika never truly considered these old family stories to be true due to the folklore tag now associated with them. But Try's older daggers and Rika's older axes, given to them by their great grandfather and mother before their passing, proved the story otherwise. Both are created with Thunderstone. They have never chipped, stained, cracked, molded, or weakened in all their years; and both weapons seem to be attuned to each of them in a sense that they don't have to think about them at all in order for them to claim their hands. For some odd reason, whenever they are in dire danger, those particular weapons just find their places within their palms. Strange, yes - but because of their significance and success whenever they use them, these items are their most sacred family treasures.

They both are children of a generational curse that has followed them all their lives. The Master Thief stories are slight truth and false, which holds significance with those who believe in such old tales. Therefore, seeing Try as a roguish being, and Rika as a merchant, strangers who know the Sjöberg legends instantly assume they're too untrustworthy for business. They've gone through most of their young lives proving otherwise. Only those who have watched these two grow through their summers know they are as true to their hearts as they are to their words. However, for those who don't believe in the honesty of thieves and wish for them to prove themselves through blade and blood - they prove themselves just fine.

Avoiding such personal battles these days keeps Rika landbound and Try hidden away. Rika's taken up learning herbology for healing and learning more about caring for dragons at the hatchery. Try keeps himself in the woods, learning about the abundance they offer their horde and mapping the lands around their village. He also tends to the husbandry of the various herds in the village, and aids in protection from outsiders through various traps tucked away - marked by runes only the horde knows how to decipher.

The recent attack on their village took the lives of their parents. Rika moves on without mourning but seems to hate the world around her unless she's near the sea or focusing on her studies to veil those dark memories. Try blames himself for the entire attack - being one of the village's sharpest points - he failed to notice the oncoming attack, and even though his traps stopped plenty from entering the village by foot, the air attacks... Not many could see their coming - except for his keen eyes... But still, he missed those too. So, he's hiding in the woods or keeping busy in the stables and barns to keep his demons at bay.

How to survive a dragon hatching

Aww man! I was going for a blacksmith too! But, I'll go with leather smithing then - that clears things. LOL!

Phiomey's Character Vault

The Sjöbergs

Trygve (Try) & Eerika (Rika) Sjöberg

[The Forest and The Sea] (Twins Siblings)

Trygve

age: 25
occupation: Trapper/Hunter, Fighter/Ranger, Leathersmith/Tanner, Rancher.
description:


Try is a scraping young man with long features that match his 5'8" height. Lean muscles to boot and build through his daily regiment; never gaining weight due to his extremely active metabolism that keeps him running through the woods like a jackrabbit. He's not as stout as most males in his village, but he's gained their respect with his cunning stealth and frisky ways in scouting, tracking, and fighting.

Mysterious hazel eyes with flakes of blue, dark brown hair that grows like willow-weed. When preparing for battle, Try will either braid it up and around his neck, or cut it shoulder-length, to keep it out of his way when sneaking or scouting. It doesn't matter to him because it grows so fast. However, not a blade will touch his maturing beard. Has a half arm tattoo of bands and various runes of protection around his left forearm, and rune tattoos from the nape of his neck down to the crack of his ass. Protection and runes of stealth, cunning, and intuition were placed upon him before he was old enough to speak the words.

There are a few scars etching out several of the runes down his back - he's unaware of this edit, which can account for a few issues in his life right now. Also, on both forearms, there are healed scars of various sizes, and old burn marks that have healed into slightly raised scars. He keeps them wrapped, so no questions come of them.

Temperament: Open-Minded, Reserved, Guarded, Instinctive, Disciplined, Protective, Selfless, Trustworthy, Focus, and Serious, but he is not without his moments of silliness; he is quite fond of being the silent prankster. He can be incredibly deceptive at times, but only when the situation calls for it.

Try has a habit of self-loathing and brood when under an emotional crisis. Overwhelmed, either he'll explode in unyielding rage, or walk away to avoid such, rather calming down and dealing with the problem. His hot-blooded nature is not normal for him - just something that's developed in the last year after his horrific encounter with a mad Shifter he ran across when mapping the lands around his village. He was kidnapped - kept locked away for several months until he was able to escape. He's never been the same since. Try keeps his emotions and thoughts mostly to himself; the only person he trusts is his fraternal twin sister, Eerika. But Try does open up towards those who earn his trust and his love, and he easily opens up whenever he's alone within nature or with the animals he manages.

abilities: close-ranged combat fighter, rogue skills, sneak attacks, survival skills, herbology, geology/cartography, archery/daggers/short swords, two-handed combat, animal husbandry, ranching, leatherwork, tanning.
(Longbow, short swords, daggers)


precious belongings: The Thunderstone daggers given to him by his Great Grandfather before his passing. The tale connected to them is old and long, and quite frankly too farfetched to be true. But the more Try uses those daggers, the more he's becoming to understand the truth behind them.

Eerika

age: 25
occupation: Healer Apprentice, Sea Merchant/Trader, Shieldmaiden.

description:


Rika is of a slender build, muscular with a low level of body fat. She looks dainty, but judging her by looks alone can be quite deadly. This tiny viper packs a powerful bite. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, around 5'5" and 131 lbs. Has rune tattoos from the nape of her neck down to the crack of her ass. Protection and runes of stealth, cunning, and intuition placed upon her before she was old enough to speak the words.

temperament: Eerika is a very quiet, well-mannered young woman, calm and collected; observant, sly, and mischievous. However, the very air around her can quickly turn chaotic if the right trigger is hit. Meticulous, Diligent, Intelligent, and Analytical. She can, however, show her immaturity at times with certain topics that a young woman should know. She was mostly raised by her brother; therefore, missed a few milestones that he was not capable of aiding her learning. She's learned most from the women of the village, but still... all she knows is the seas, sword, and coin.

Oh, but don't attempt to oversell her - she'll wind up with your entire collection, along with your coin pouch, all for free and with no complaint. She's learned all about buying and selling from her merchant parents, knowing just how to weasel her way into a good deal - and gaining more than what was offered with the seller none the wiser. And if you attempt to undo her, you'll soon learn that she's just as adept as a shieldmaiden as she is a saleswoman.

All in all, she's a happy sort but holds a sadness that eggs her into a fight rather than crying in the dark. Unlike her brother, Rika prefers to desensitize herself from her emotions, a feeling that builds her into a strong, stoic woman - like her mother once was.

abilities: Herbology/Poisonmaking, Seawoman, Merchant/Trading knowledge, Two-handed weapons: short axes, short swords, sword and ax, sword and shield.


precious belongings: The Thunderstone short axes were given to Rika by her Great Grandmother before her passing. The tale connected to them is old and long, and quite frankly too farfetched to be true. But the more Rika uses those axes, the more she's becoming to understand the truth behind them.

Their Background:

Within Sjöberg history, their ancestors were the ones within two famous folk stories: The Master Theif, and the Thunderstone. It is said that their 5th Gen Grandfather, Jørgen Sjöberg, a retired seaman who became a poor cottager, had three sons. His youngest, Try's namesake, was the famed Master Thief who proved his skills to the king's head squire for his daughter's hand in marriage. With abilities proven and happily married, he soon was hired by the king as his Royal Merchant, and he and his wife traveled around the world at the king's liking - acquiring many treasures at others' expense. Within his travels, Trygve acquired the very rare Thunderstone - a myth among men, it is a Prehistoric stone that is found in areas where lightning strikes. It is said to behold untold healing and protection properties. It can be used to create unbreakable weapons that loyally protect the wielder, and used for sigil jewelry to protect the wearer.

Now Trygve and Eerika never truly considered these old family stories to be true due to the folklore tag now associated with them. But Try's older daggers and Rika's older axes, given to them by their great grandfather and mother before their passing, proved the story otherwise. Both are created with Thunderstone. They have never chipped, stained, cracked, molded, or weakened in all their years; and both weapons seem to be attuned to each of them in a sense that they don't have to think about them at all in order for them to claim their hands. For some odd reason, whenever they are in dire danger, those particular weapons just find their places within their palms. Strange, yes - but because of their significance and success whenever they use them, these items are their most sacred family treasures.

They both are children of a generational curse that has followed them all their lives. The Master Thief stories are slight truth and false, which holds significance with those who believe in such old tales. Therefore, seeing Try as a roguish being, and Rika as a merchant, strangers who know the Sjöberg legends instantly assume they're too untrustworthy for business. They've gone through most of their young lives proving otherwise. Only those who have watched these two grow through their summers know they are as true to their hearts as they are to their words. However, for those who don't believe in the honesty of thieves and wish for them to prove themselves through blade and blood - they prove themselves just fine.

Avoiding such personal battles these days keeps Rika landbound and Try hidden away. Rika's taken up learning herbology for healing and learning more about caring for dragons at the hatchery. Try keeps himself in the woods, learning about the abundance they offer their horde and mapping the lands around their village. He also tends to the husbandry of the various herds in the village, and aids in protection from outsiders through various traps tucked away - marked by runes only the horde knows how to decipher.

The recent attack on their village took the lives of their parents. Rika moves on without mourning but seems to hate the world around her unless she's near the sea or focusing on her studies to veil those dark memories. Try blames himself for the entire attack - being one of the village's sharpest points - he failed to notice the oncoming attack, and even though his traps stopped plenty from entering the village by foot, the air attacks... Not many could see their coming - except for his keen eyes... But still, he missed those too. So, he's hiding in the woods or keeping busy in the stables and barns to keep his demons at bay.

Modern Mages IC

Remy

One could say Remy slept like a baby. One could also say his dreams were just as sweet as the moment within his reality that sparked them. And, if One saw how the curled up form of this young mage hovered over the sheets of the bed he shared with his bow, then One would realize that Remy was beyond the plain he existed in - he was, as One would say, teetering on the edge.

No, he was in paradise during the shower, learning just how infatuated he truly is with Yuri and all his loving ways. And no, when he settled into bed to cuddle, the only emotions that ran through his entire body were that of him and Yuri's. That's all he's ever wanted... to only hear the whispered heartbeats of one from two combined. No, these were not the causes of the darkness that began to drench his wet dream. No... something was coming. It was close, and Remy was too lost in bliss to wake up to warn someone.

Minutes after Yuri left him, he rested peacefully in his wanton afterglow until a haze of heated shadow filled his unconsciousness. It was ominous, morbid, dangerous... He didn't feel threatened by the presence because it wasn't close enough. But it was, however, close enough for his unconsciousness to pinpoint it and connect. Big Mistake!

Remy's body jolted and seized over the sheets as his body began to reject the powerful negative aura connected to his spirit. He could feel their evil intent and their hunger for blood. The mass of emotions triggered his personal blocks, but they seem thin in comparison to such immense evil. Breathing harshly and thrashing frantically in the air, Remy tried to wake up but he was too overwhelmed to break away from the danger now breaking through the barrier around the estate.

Tears squeezed from his clamped eyes and his nose began to bleed as he fought against this now painful threat attacking the students. A scorching burn seems to course down his spine, forcing his unconscious form to arch back and a loud cry of pain echoed throughout the room. Instantly, at that moment, Remy's eyes shot open glowing orange in the collective fright across the grounds, and a rush of instinctual aura radiated off his skin. He could sense the frantic students rushing to find safety. The elite students - he felt their courage and anxiousness as they stood at the ready to defend. And the teachers, he could sense their combined powers building to prepare their attacks against the demons on the grounds. Yuri had safely locked Remy away from the opposing gunfire, but not from the cornucopia of emotions driving their little world into a frenzy. He wanted it to end.

Remy's aura raced past Yuri's block and left the building. It was hunting for emotions of fear to suggest confidence and courage, hoping the frightful students would be able to stand in the fight rather than run. His shield found them, wrapping students and teachers in a light yellow hue that blocked stray bullets and other minor attacks. Suspended in his power, Remy remained in this fitful state until the threat outside subsides. Until then, his natural instinct shielded their bodies and emotions in hopes to end the fight quickly. Unfortunately, his outdated binding spell was beginning to burn away.

How to survive a dragon hatching

Okay, I'm gonna jump in on this one. So freaking cute and totally fun, but I can see a seriously epic tale just waiting to bolt here. Will work on my charrie soon... and possibly bring some more to this party.

Modern Mages IC

Lithiuna Malorram

Lithy watched in wonder as Ivy activated her connection with her father through the use of blood and an unknown language that sounded demonic. She's never known any new magical arts to involke such methods, which have been known these days to be banished. Her old ways are familiar with the use of blood to open portals to the realms of their Iwa, and have received ridicule for it. It was nice to see that others use similar methods and that this school did not enforce punishment for the use of their natural abilities - but embraced them. Then again, knowing why Muir embraced such powers - positive or negative - brings about a new, uncomfortable thoughts about her reasoning.

They watched silently as Ivy worked her magic, meditating and practically oozing with a dark, shadowy aura that sent chills up Lithy's spine. The energy she felt was very different from her Iwa's aura when she's within his realm, but there were similarities that could claim that they both share power from the same. Nevertheless, it was fascinating. In so may ways, Lithy wished her Iwa would be so open and forthcoming about building more of a friendlier connection with her. As of now, Papa Legba keeps her at an arms distance. She has more of a connection to Uncle Ogun than her own Tutelary.

“Okay,” Ivy separated from her connection with a positive vibe surrounding her. “I know how Madame Muir become immortal. I got a lead on the Holy Grail, and most important, I agreed to get myself knocked up by a glorified sushi plate.”

"Wait...what?" Lithy's eyes widened amazingly larger than they should. "How did - getting knocked up by a... glorified sushi plate - related to you gaining that information about Muir? You didn't just sacrifice her virtue for it?" Her concern was vivid, "Such a thing is just as bad as me offering my foot for luck instead of a rabbit!"

Modern Mages IC

Lithiuna Malorram

"You may enjoy yourself, courtesy of both myself and Mister Blackhill. Mister Blackhill's house, and a little bit of my protective magic, should shelter the students in safety until the end of Muir's killing spree."

Lithy nodded respectfully to the older witch, knowing any actions Mr. Anatole and the other associates had already set in play for their safety was far greater than anything all the students could do combined. But, deep down she knew that they still needed to be prepared - just in case.

"Well, I guess I'll make my way in to find a room." Searching around, she spotted Ivy in the small crowd of students still filtering into the estate. She maneuvered her way through, shouldering the bags that weighed her down. "Hey Ivy, want to share a room? I liked your idea - on the ritual. I would like to learn of this - perhaps I can help in some way?"

Glancing around the surrounding area, she could see the faint outlining of energy and power billowing from the ground and rising to the heavens above the school. The ward seemed to bubble the entire estate within... but, perhaps she was wrong. It probably secured the entire town within its glamour of security. She let out a faint sigh - a feeling of foreboding lingering behind, "I fear we're going to all have to learn how to work with all of our different powers - as soon as possible."

*************

Remington McCleur

When Mr. Anatole answered his question about what they can do in this little security ward they were in, the first thing Remy wondered was who this Blackwell person was... The second thing was where did Yuri run off to? He had the answer to his second question before he could come up with a third.

Yuri approached him with an uncomfortable glare upon his face. Remy felt this before, a radiance of concern and caution. It was a similar emotion he'd sense from police officers, bodyguards, or firemen. Yuri was on high alert and uncomfortable about where they were. His eyes instantly brightened an olive green.

"I don't like the feeling outside. It's very, I don't know, odd I guess." Yuri didn't want to cause Remy to panic so he brushed off his own worry as if it didn't matter, "but I'm just being paranoid. I need to find somewhere to take a shower. Walking through the woods is not ideal. You wanna join me?" Yuri moved very close to Remy and accentuated each word of the invitation to join him in finding a shower.

Remy blushed as always, but his eyes remained the same. Eyes darted left and right, he stepped close to playfully tap his fist against Yuri's chest as if to punish him for all the teasing. "Seriously, Yuri. You're insatiable..."

Biting the side of his finger, Remi tried his best to keep his barriers high against the heightened excitement radiating from the students who now felt safe. And with the granted freedom to roam the grounds, and even wilder fancy began to radiate from them with ideas of gaming nights and checking the local bar - unsupervised and clearly unnecessary on account that this might be the last moments of their young lives... Then again, the more serious Elite students held auras of construct, defense, security, planning... they were on edge and preparing for the worse...

And then there's Yuri's powerful aura - split in two, which kept Remy in a state of awareness, and something else entirely. Fighting his own insatiable thoughts, Remy suddenly takes Yuri's hand, and with an authority rarely seen from the guy, he turned on his heels and marched towards the double doors of the lavish estate. "I need to get out of here!" It was almost like a 360 - Cute Remy flipping into RoboRemy. Was it Yuri's apprehension awakening this? Or someone else other than the students?

Modern Mages IC

Hey guys, I'm still here.

I was waiting to post until Actraiser posted for Anatole. I noticed that our charries tossed several questions at him. So, gonna give you a chance to respond for him, as well as allow the other students to post, before I post for Lithy and Remy.