Soul

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Ah, well I don't really watch anime, so would it be cool if we just had a regular school with a regular roof?

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Oh, and after Matt's post - I mean Litepow's post, we're gonna start heading for the buses. We've been at school for quite the while, haha.

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Er...clock tower roof?

Hope's Eyes - A Pokemon RP (currently open)

Scythe's sharp blue eyes nimbly leaped from Pokémon to Pokémon as he pondered his comrade's words. They eventually landed on a Vulpix, and he noted how she looked down, as if she wanted to cry. His heart went out to the young ones. He was rather young himself, being a young adult, but he felt as if he was an elder to the large amount of young children in the room. He finally spoke up, his calm voice dropping an octave lower. "I truly hope that they cannot."

The Scyther glanced up as the leader, an optimistic and happy Clefairy, stood in front of the small crowd, addressing everyone as equals. Scyther was a rather tall Pokémon, and his eyes pierced the Clefairy's own as she began her small speech. "You have all been selected to stand with Sakura Isle in an attempt to promote peace on the mainland. Whether you were chosen to represent a guild or to represent a family, or you just happen to be a refugee, it no longer matters. In order to stand as a single unit, a single family, we must rid ourselves of our pasts and look towards a brighter future. The Queen has received word from a guild, one who is not corrupt by the promise of power, that there is still hope of restoring peace. In order to do so, I'm sure many of you believe that the Legendaries have turned their backs on us commoners, but it is quite the opposite." Scythe raised an invisible eyebrow, pushing off of the wall and observing the speech even closer. Despite the fact that he and Ghost was in the back of the crowd, he heard every word loud and clear, and his interest was piquing.

"It is believed that there is an organization on the mainland that has managed to subdue the Legendaries, maybe even nullify their powers to the point of near extinction, but they still live! It is up to this new guild, Hope's Eye, to find and restore the power of the Legendaries once again." The Cleffairy shuddered as she looked down at the notes that she was referring to. Then she continued after a short pause, "Some of you may not return to your homes, if you live here on the Isle, while others of you may fall under the corruption. Death is nearly inevitable for some, but can lead to an eternity of hope and peace if sacrifices are made."

Scythe spoke up, his voice quiet and soft, yet powerful enough to echo off the walls, "For visual Peace, I shall vanquish our Foes...even if the biggest Foe may be myself..."

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Yo what the fuck

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Yami scowled, stepping back a feet and crossing his arms. Did they not realize that an instinctive reaction to seeing two blood-covered vigilantes was to attack first and ask questions later? Of course not. "Whatever." He said, turning away and flipping the ginger the bird behind his back. Childish, but honestly, he could find it in him to really care. There was a zombie invasion going on, and he really, really wanted to kill more of those things. While the first death was...scary, it grew on him, and he could honestly say, without a doubt, that killing things was quite the fun hobby. Not the healthiest...but whatever.

"I can help with that." He grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand, while kicking the Emergency Exit door open again. One roundhouse throw later, and the desk was flying over the edge of the outside platform, exploding in a hail of wooden splinters once it made impact with a horde of zombies. "I have a rope. We can rappel down once we, as you say, 'survey that shit'." Yami reached into his backpack, grabbing the long spindle of rope he had found while hoarding items from the Principal's desk. He gave another glance at the others, standing in the threshold of the Emergency Exit.

"Let's go!" Without a backwards look of confirmation, Yami thudded cautiously up the stairs, not even pausing to gasp as he casually yanked a zombie by the shirt, forcing it off the stairway and....splat. Onto concrete level.

Hope's Eyes - A Pokemon RP (currently open)

Scythe had only been in the city for contracts, and even then, it was brief. People stared at the samurai-like Scyther with a sense of fear, even though his stance was more fluid and sharp rather than brawny and intimidating. As he passed by a child, on his way to the location the letter detailed out for him, he felt the little Magby pull on the edge of his tattered scarf, crimson eyes open in wonder.

"Are you going to help us, mister?" The Fire-Type asked, her voice soft, yet determined. Scythe gave her his usual calm smile, bending down and patting her head with a calloused hand. "Look into the moon...and tell me, does it shine with a beautiful light?" He asked, before standing up and leaping onto a nearby rooftop, quickly becoming a blur to the Pokémon below him. The Magby was led away by her mother, although she couldn't help but ponder the samurai's statement. 'Does it...?'

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The tall, lithe Scyther swiftly appeared beside the guild's door, opening up the wooden entrance slightly and darting in, his form seemingly an illusion. A quick glance around showed a rather...empty room, and he climbed the stairs. It was said that the meeting would be taking place on Floor Three of the Guild's Headquarters, and so he headed there, flitting up the stairs with casual assistance from his slim wings. Within seconds, he was inside the room, silently walking amongst the crowd. Keen eyes spotted a Riolu hanging in the shadows, and a smile formed on Scythe's face.

"Fate has cried, and summoned her champions to defeat the Darkness..." He whispered his usual cryptic messages, leaning on the shadowy wall beside the Riolu. "Greetings, Ghost. How has Life been treating you, friend?"

Hope's Eyes - A Pokemon RP (currently open)

ShadowRaeper said
Hmmm... Could be, like that the Dark Ones had to guard the perimiter and your guild went for the assassination?So my guild was a distraction, while yours was the attack force? :PAha oke :)Ghost is more like a dark type of guy, being mysterious like fck, but still keeps loyal to his code.Aid those in need, Never harm those who are innocent, and never trust anyone but yourself.^^

Alrighty, gotcha~ Yeah, that mission sounds good, haha.

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Yami grunted slightly at the sound of hurried footsteps, closing the drawer and slinging his backpack across his shoulders. It's weight was easy; only a pound or two of food and supplies. It shouldn't bother with momentum, speed, or maneuverability, at least. "Yo, I got the goods. Let's scadaddle-" He called out to Nakamura, someone he has officially mentally registered as his 'partner-in-crime', regardless of if the boy wanted the title or not. Standing, Yami leaned against the desk...just as the doors were bursted open, and Nakamura let out a high-pitched scream.

"Wot."

Surprise momentarily taking hold of his balls and squeezing 'em, Yami watched as Nakamura calmed down and actually began talking to the two dudes. The two dudes who busted inside of the office like they owned the place. Not even giving the two anytime to explain, Yami leaped onto the desk, bounding off of it on the tip of his feet and flying through the air, his combat-booted foot heading straight for the gingered one's jaw.

*CRACK*

Yami landed on his left foot, his right foot still brought up into a dynamite-like kick that blasted the boy, Ren's, body smack into the wall behind him. Grinning his usual rugged smirk, Yami slowly lowered his foot, piercing the two with his wild stare.

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

We may meet up on the roof, I believe. That's where it seems like everyone's heading. Gotta kick open that bus and shit, y'know?

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