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Hmm... Dorky super fan and aloof boy/girl.
I'm going to have the humans come soon, muahahaha...
I'm going to have the humans come soon, muahahaha...
December watched in disbelief. Did that idiot really...? However, she was late t react as Sleipnir took matters into his own hands, "Huh? Black... mist?" She mused curiously, though she believed it would be amusing to let Halley choke to death, she sighed. If he died, then how would they ever know if he was telling the truth or not? Unlike the others, the oracle considered his story and was thinking of seeing him though...
The cyan dragon grunted, being punched by the little dragon packed a punch, and then he felt like he was dying in a cloud of black mist. Until a cool cloud came and pushed it away. He turned to look at a grinning December. As he moved to get up, Terra held him down by placing a foot on his tail. "What are you-" The earth dragoness pressed down, causing the other to groan, "Be calm. I am only restraining you, you idiot. "
Lucian frowned, seeing Sleipnir cry. He deserved so etching for his kindness. The orb at he end of his tail glowed as he focused his aura on the baby dragon's. He then soothed the other by gently massaging his aura. All he while the pink dragon didn't move an inch from where he was sitting. He smiled gently.
Skylark whimpered as his shirt was stripped off, and as his wound throbbed. And then the nice water lady came close with water, and he smiled at her, only to twitch in pain as he felt the water like a million different tiny hands digging into his cut, though as soon as she was done, Noire came and rudely but not as roughly bumped Sanare to the side and traced her thumb against his wound, causing him to groan as his skin closed and the scar faded. "Hm... there, good as new!"
It was then Charon came tumbling down he stairs, continuing to roll further than Beelzebub. One eye was red and bloodshot, and his stomach was cut open in several places, forcing him to plug it with his palm. There was wet blood all over him, causing Noire and December to look at him in shock, December even screaming. He fell almost at the feet of Ferum, groaning in pain. His hair was pulled out in clumps, and his face had countless scratches from someone with really big claws, one arm was broken, and a white bone was sticking out. Charon had skin and flesh ripped from his body in several places and his breathing was ragged. Noire and a few other rushed to his side at once, the hydra trying in vain to heal him faster, tears welling up in her eyes.
Tail glowing, Lucian shot a white laser at Charon from his tail and kept it there, though he screamed out as Forte knocked him out with a scowl, not wanting the stranger to hurt any of his allies. However, Charon was back in one piece, though he still had several bruises. He was able to mutter, however, "Beelzebub... did... this.."
"The Oracle's vision!" Sila cried out in realization.
The cyan dragon grunted, being punched by the little dragon packed a punch, and then he felt like he was dying in a cloud of black mist. Until a cool cloud came and pushed it away. He turned to look at a grinning December. As he moved to get up, Terra held him down by placing a foot on his tail. "What are you-" The earth dragoness pressed down, causing the other to groan, "Be calm. I am only restraining you, you idiot. "
Lucian frowned, seeing Sleipnir cry. He deserved so etching for his kindness. The orb at he end of his tail glowed as he focused his aura on the baby dragon's. He then soothed the other by gently massaging his aura. All he while the pink dragon didn't move an inch from where he was sitting. He smiled gently.
Skylark whimpered as his shirt was stripped off, and as his wound throbbed. And then the nice water lady came close with water, and he smiled at her, only to twitch in pain as he felt the water like a million different tiny hands digging into his cut, though as soon as she was done, Noire came and rudely but not as roughly bumped Sanare to the side and traced her thumb against his wound, causing him to groan as his skin closed and the scar faded. "Hm... there, good as new!"
It was then Charon came tumbling down he stairs, continuing to roll further than Beelzebub. One eye was red and bloodshot, and his stomach was cut open in several places, forcing him to plug it with his palm. There was wet blood all over him, causing Noire and December to look at him in shock, December even screaming. He fell almost at the feet of Ferum, groaning in pain. His hair was pulled out in clumps, and his face had countless scratches from someone with really big claws, one arm was broken, and a white bone was sticking out. Charon had skin and flesh ripped from his body in several places and his breathing was ragged. Noire and a few other rushed to his side at once, the hydra trying in vain to heal him faster, tears welling up in her eyes.
Tail glowing, Lucian shot a white laser at Charon from his tail and kept it there, though he screamed out as Forte knocked him out with a scowl, not wanting the stranger to hurt any of his allies. However, Charon was back in one piece, though he still had several bruises. He was able to mutter, however, "Beelzebub... did... this.."
"The Oracle's vision!" Sila cried out in realization.
Yes it is. Very much so.
Sterling smiled at Helixio's curiosity. It was a valid question, and he intended to give a good answer, though he hardly knew himself. He hadn't thought this through, but if he let Chime speak for him, the familiar would only discourage the others from asking a question ever again. In his class at least. "Well," He began calmly, "There are many factors that contribute to me deciding to take you guys."
Finding relaxation in scratching Chime, he continued. "I actually have a few missions on the back burner, that I need to do soon, so as soon as someone proves to me they're capable of it. First of all, I look at grades and how you behave during class. I might also just pick you because your magical ability would prove useful for that particular mission, or because I assume you're going to fail so I can kick you from the course. So even if you do get chosen, don't always assume it's because you did something right." He warned, causing West to bite his lip nervously.
And then there was a siren and everyone stood up on their own accord, Sterling smiling to his familiar. "It's probably for the students. Think I can still participate?" He mused to Chime, then flattened his palm against the floor, creating a pentagram to appear on the ground and spin wildly before the portal glowed red. "Alright, everyone step here. We could walk, but it's fast to do it my way." He exclaimed excitedly, practically shoving everyone in, but hand lingering on his brother's shoulder for a moment too long. Then, making sure Chime was tucked into his shirt, jumped though as well, the portal disappearing as its creator had gone away.
They were transported to an auditorium of sorts, where there was a circular stage in the center and countless red velvet seats surrounding it from different angles. "Ah, some good ole cage fighting." Sterling declared with a smile, wonder in why his class was so quiet. He then gasped, "Aw, crap, sorry! I must have totally forgotten demon magic causes mild headaches in others, regardless of whether the spell is harmful or not. If you feel like throwing up, do us all a favor and don't." Something about his mocking tone led Klaus to believe this was far from an accident. As he collapsed on all fours, the boy pledged to get his revenge. Sterling shared a giggle with Chime as he was assembled to the front row, with his class sitting around him.
Then an intangible purple will o' wisp appeared on stage. "Welcome to your orientation! Most of you kids will be.. ahem, lucky enough to fight! Rules are simple. No one can die on stage thanks to the chalk markings! We will be having a class versus class clash! Winners will receive an extra lesson in the advanced course, and losers... will be demoted to a further remedial class." This caused everyone to murmur while Sterling smiled smugly.
"Mister Chartarum, care to send in one of your students?" Sterling tapped his chin like he was considering it, feeling the other advanced students, teachers, and student teachers stating at him. "Actually, headmaster, all my students are quite ill. They don t appear to be getting any better anytime soon. I suppose that makes them ineligible?" He felt as if the wisp was staring at him, until slowly it caved. "I suppose so, but take your students to the infirmary to make them... cured?" He smiled. "Of course, sir." Before the will o' wisp transported them to a random halfway and Sterling raised his hand to break everyone's massive migraine.
"You... did that on purpose so none of us had to get demoted..." Sterling arched his eyesbrows. "What are you talking about, Klaus?" West grunted. "Yeah, I heard orientation was rigged anyways! Teachers pretending to be students to teach the newcomers discipline!" Sterling shook his head, and shot him a ghostly look. "The only reason you all get out of that was because I don't feel like watching ameteurs go at it." He then noticed Dante was still hunched over, grasping his head. "Chime, take care of them while I take Dante back to the classroom to heal him." He said before putting an arm over Dante's shoulder and warping the two back to his class. "Did anyone else notice, they look pretty similar?" Wolfgang suddenly asked.
He patted Dante's back apoligetically. "Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you in private." He admitted, smoking brightly at his brother. "I know you don't like Chime, so I got it just to be the two of us! Wanna catch up?!" He spouted excitedly as he clapped his hands together. Without Chime here to give him access to his magic, Sterling was totally defenseless. He was even planning on walking back. "So why'd you come here?" He asked a bit blunter.
Finding relaxation in scratching Chime, he continued. "I actually have a few missions on the back burner, that I need to do soon, so as soon as someone proves to me they're capable of it. First of all, I look at grades and how you behave during class. I might also just pick you because your magical ability would prove useful for that particular mission, or because I assume you're going to fail so I can kick you from the course. So even if you do get chosen, don't always assume it's because you did something right." He warned, causing West to bite his lip nervously.
And then there was a siren and everyone stood up on their own accord, Sterling smiling to his familiar. "It's probably for the students. Think I can still participate?" He mused to Chime, then flattened his palm against the floor, creating a pentagram to appear on the ground and spin wildly before the portal glowed red. "Alright, everyone step here. We could walk, but it's fast to do it my way." He exclaimed excitedly, practically shoving everyone in, but hand lingering on his brother's shoulder for a moment too long. Then, making sure Chime was tucked into his shirt, jumped though as well, the portal disappearing as its creator had gone away.
They were transported to an auditorium of sorts, where there was a circular stage in the center and countless red velvet seats surrounding it from different angles. "Ah, some good ole cage fighting." Sterling declared with a smile, wonder in why his class was so quiet. He then gasped, "Aw, crap, sorry! I must have totally forgotten demon magic causes mild headaches in others, regardless of whether the spell is harmful or not. If you feel like throwing up, do us all a favor and don't." Something about his mocking tone led Klaus to believe this was far from an accident. As he collapsed on all fours, the boy pledged to get his revenge. Sterling shared a giggle with Chime as he was assembled to the front row, with his class sitting around him.
Then an intangible purple will o' wisp appeared on stage. "Welcome to your orientation! Most of you kids will be.. ahem, lucky enough to fight! Rules are simple. No one can die on stage thanks to the chalk markings! We will be having a class versus class clash! Winners will receive an extra lesson in the advanced course, and losers... will be demoted to a further remedial class." This caused everyone to murmur while Sterling smiled smugly.
"Mister Chartarum, care to send in one of your students?" Sterling tapped his chin like he was considering it, feeling the other advanced students, teachers, and student teachers stating at him. "Actually, headmaster, all my students are quite ill. They don t appear to be getting any better anytime soon. I suppose that makes them ineligible?" He felt as if the wisp was staring at him, until slowly it caved. "I suppose so, but take your students to the infirmary to make them... cured?" He smiled. "Of course, sir." Before the will o' wisp transported them to a random halfway and Sterling raised his hand to break everyone's massive migraine.
"You... did that on purpose so none of us had to get demoted..." Sterling arched his eyesbrows. "What are you talking about, Klaus?" West grunted. "Yeah, I heard orientation was rigged anyways! Teachers pretending to be students to teach the newcomers discipline!" Sterling shook his head, and shot him a ghostly look. "The only reason you all get out of that was because I don't feel like watching ameteurs go at it." He then noticed Dante was still hunched over, grasping his head. "Chime, take care of them while I take Dante back to the classroom to heal him." He said before putting an arm over Dante's shoulder and warping the two back to his class. "Did anyone else notice, they look pretty similar?" Wolfgang suddenly asked.
He patted Dante's back apoligetically. "Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you in private." He admitted, smoking brightly at his brother. "I know you don't like Chime, so I got it just to be the two of us! Wanna catch up?!" He spouted excitedly as he clapped his hands together. Without Chime here to give him access to his magic, Sterling was totally defenseless. He was even planning on walking back. "So why'd you come here?" He asked a bit blunter.
Kay, juuuust double checking!
Kk! Heheheheh
Are Dante and Sterling twins? :3
Okay, great!
Skylark frowned at the curseword. He wondered if they liked saying bad things. Maybe it helped them from doing bad things, even though it made the blue haired lady mad. Smiling up at Leo, the child shrugged and rolled away. Literally- he found his legs and arms are quite sore, so rolling seemed to be the most effective way to moving around. Unfortunately, it forced some of the others to wonder what the heck he was doing.
He listened in obvious interest to Ferrum and Sanare. But Daddy was a dragon, right? Sure, his scales were black, but so were a bunch of his friends. Why were they all called hy... dra? Were they different? Eyebrows furrowing, he eyed over Daddy's friends. What was different between them and Father's friends? Hmm.... Aha! They all had pretty purple eyes, just like him and Daddy and Sleipnir ! He pouted at Sanare.
"Yeah, Daddy's super nice! He wouldn't hurt anyone!" He then paused. Well, he did bite Sleipnir ... Maybe it was an accident, though. Could they be right? There was an awkward silence in the room as the two Ygdrassil Knights were deep in thought. Well, Halley was thinking. Lucian was back to crying. They could only wonder how he was able to become a Ygdrassil Knight.
"Not to contradict you," Noire began, "But if Edge was my enemy, I'd make sure he wouldn't be able to find me. Ever." She said mysteriously. Terra sighed, "I thought you didn't want to scare the kids, bimbo." Noire snarled. "It'd be worse for them not to know what we all can do." She responded in a way she thought made her sound even more badass.
"I... don't remember..." Lucian murmured finally. He sniffled. "The last thing I do remember, is... is... is..." Halley rolled his eyes. "You expect me to believe all this bull?!? You're all liars!" He roared, trashing his tail around and causing Skylark to scream as the spiked appendage nearly decapitated him.
"Be more careful, dude." December lectured irately. Edge would be pissed as hell if he returned to see the rotting corpses of his children while they were all alive and well. Ah, mostly well, anyways. The end if his tail brushing against his torso, a spike tore a line in his shirt, and his eyes widened as he felt something splatter out.
"H-Huh?" Then, it burned. Strangely, he didn't feel angry or in pain. He just was shocked more than anything else. The cut was shallow, but it made him blush as his body heated up in pain. And then, he didn't wail or scream, but he felt tears roll down his cheeks as he pressed a hand to his chest and when he drew it back, saw warm red-black blood on his fingertips. What? But... Sleipnir's blood was blue...
Halley's eyes widened. "Wh-what? Why do you have red blood? You're a dragon, right?!?" He demanded as Skylark felt his chest go numb. Eyes widening, he demanded back, just as loudly, "What was in your tail?!" Halley's eyes went wide and he began to back away. "What do you mean...?" Skylark growled softly. More than anything else, it was cute. "A poison? Or germs?!" He shouted, then cried out as a sudden pain spiked through his chest.
Halley backed up nervously as the baby dragon fell to his knees, hugging his arms to his body in an attempt to numb the pain. Starting to freak out as the younger started calling for his Father.
He listened in obvious interest to Ferrum and Sanare. But Daddy was a dragon, right? Sure, his scales were black, but so were a bunch of his friends. Why were they all called hy... dra? Were they different? Eyebrows furrowing, he eyed over Daddy's friends. What was different between them and Father's friends? Hmm.... Aha! They all had pretty purple eyes, just like him and Daddy and Sleipnir ! He pouted at Sanare.
"Yeah, Daddy's super nice! He wouldn't hurt anyone!" He then paused. Well, he did bite Sleipnir ... Maybe it was an accident, though. Could they be right? There was an awkward silence in the room as the two Ygdrassil Knights were deep in thought. Well, Halley was thinking. Lucian was back to crying. They could only wonder how he was able to become a Ygdrassil Knight.
"Not to contradict you," Noire began, "But if Edge was my enemy, I'd make sure he wouldn't be able to find me. Ever." She said mysteriously. Terra sighed, "I thought you didn't want to scare the kids, bimbo." Noire snarled. "It'd be worse for them not to know what we all can do." She responded in a way she thought made her sound even more badass.
"I... don't remember..." Lucian murmured finally. He sniffled. "The last thing I do remember, is... is... is..." Halley rolled his eyes. "You expect me to believe all this bull?!? You're all liars!" He roared, trashing his tail around and causing Skylark to scream as the spiked appendage nearly decapitated him.
"Be more careful, dude." December lectured irately. Edge would be pissed as hell if he returned to see the rotting corpses of his children while they were all alive and well. Ah, mostly well, anyways. The end if his tail brushing against his torso, a spike tore a line in his shirt, and his eyes widened as he felt something splatter out.
"H-Huh?" Then, it burned. Strangely, he didn't feel angry or in pain. He just was shocked more than anything else. The cut was shallow, but it made him blush as his body heated up in pain. And then, he didn't wail or scream, but he felt tears roll down his cheeks as he pressed a hand to his chest and when he drew it back, saw warm red-black blood on his fingertips. What? But... Sleipnir's blood was blue...
Halley's eyes widened. "Wh-what? Why do you have red blood? You're a dragon, right?!?" He demanded as Skylark felt his chest go numb. Eyes widening, he demanded back, just as loudly, "What was in your tail?!" Halley's eyes went wide and he began to back away. "What do you mean...?" Skylark growled softly. More than anything else, it was cute. "A poison? Or germs?!" He shouted, then cried out as a sudden pain spiked through his chest.
Halley backed up nervously as the baby dragon fell to his knees, hugging his arms to his body in an attempt to numb the pain. Starting to freak out as the younger started calling for his Father.
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