RPG Citius Altius Fortius [M-LVS]

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[color=royalblue][i][left]The way of the warrior, is the path to battle. The gift of the warrior, is to descend higher than man. The spirit of the warrior, is to strike in a single moment, to leave no trace. The fate of the warrior, is that which his brothers have determined. When these are reduced to nothing, all that is left is the reckoning.[/left][/i] [right]- From the opening passage of The Art of War, By Gavin Terdomne[/right] [left]The moon reared over the clouds as the barbarians sprinted across the forest. Fast as lightning, silent as the rodents, they moved as one, without hesitation. Their hands gripped their spears, which rested on their shoulders. The forest heat was unbearable to most, but they knew the way the Loa worked their magics. The Loa were mighty, and they gave them their strength. They were blessed; the Loa made them forget the unbearable heat. The target came into sight; the village was their prey. The big man raised his hand; covered in the runes of the Loa, he ruled them. His subordinates followed the command, stopping in their tracks. All was silent as the big man waited for the Loa to tell him when to strike. First there was nothing. Nothing. Nothing. There! Now! Go! The barbarians descended on the village. The villagers were annihilated. The lights were turned on, and Instructor Morris? classroom returned from the primitive world depicted thousands of years ago to the Argo Arx Arcanum Academy. In the world of the now, Risk Breakers, mercenaries who were educated in the use of magic containing crystals known as the magi, were an essential factor of the political realm. The Argo Arx taught Risk Breakers. It was the last year class. Among the history class was Alex Gleason, a boy who was infamous for being extremely shy and overly critical of himself. The Instructors were certain the poor boy ? who had made no friends, or attempted to, ever since he first entered the Academy ? where certain he would commit suicide. He never did. Also in the class was Monique ? or Mo/Momo ? Guerrier Tyriest. The exact opposite of Alex, she talked a little bit too much, and was just as infamous for being clumsy as Alex seemed suicidal. ?Although overly dramatized by Hollywood, the ancient Ga?Tzu tribes were famous in military history for being extremely organized. They literally moved as one body. We never did find out if it was through sheer training, drugs taking before the raids, or some sort of spiritual connection with their Lao, but the results were very clear, as you just saw.? The Instructor went on about the importance of being united in a group, using the Ga?Tzu as visual imagery. Most of the kids were quickly day dreaming. They had heard similar lectures hundreds of times in the past twelve years ? they were not necessarily interested in hearing them again now. Soon, the bell rang. The students grabbed their belongings and left the room. Alex was among the crowd, although he was among the last to leave. Monique was one of the first, such in a hurry to get out she dropped two of her brightly colored pens. It was the month of Augista*, two months before the Final Exam and Trials the last year students had to take would occur. It was the most important event in the life of a student at the Academy ? succeed, and you will be part of the greatest military force in the world. Fail, and you will be nothing. Alex had been studying for the past few weeks? for the Exams, in both mind and body, but he still felt insufficient. He had failed in everything else ? he is barely capable of linking with the core of his Magi, and he can?t use the Sharigan technique (the basic building block of all Blue Magic users) ? why would this be any different. Depressed, he went outside, to rest under the trees.[/left][/color]

[font=1]*Augista is the fourth (out of six) month in the calendar of the Neo CAF universe. It has 52 days. The final exam is in the month of Estembre, the month before the Neo CAF's equivalent to December, Celebri.
?A few weeks in the Neo CAF universe is relative to two months, since on average a month has 40 to 50 days.[/font]

[Lazarus]

Lazarus sat in the back of Master Runes and Sigils, quietly nodding off.

Which was amusing, since he was one of the three students in the class, and the only one who had chosen to attend that day.

It wasn't as if attendance wasn't mandatory, far from it. But with exams and Finals coming up, the advanced students one might find in classes such as these often shirked their classes in order to study. Of course, being the only student in class, regardless of class size, makes you the only logical target for any punishment.

Meaning no sleeping.

The professor in charge of the class stood a good five feet away from the student in question, who now had his head slumped down on his desk and was snoring quietly. Normally, Lazarus could get away with such things, his assignments being full of insightful comments and unorthodox methods that produced results thanks to his unique "gift".

Currently that "gift" was being used to keep the instructor beyond arms length, or, more to the point, beyond yardstick range, which he brandished threateningly in the general direction of his student.

"Mr. McCloud!" The teacher shouted. He could have been talking to a brick wall for all his hapless student responded to his reverberating shout.

Giving up, the professor hurled his yardstick forcefully like a javelin in an attempt to awaken the slumbering mage...

It thwacked harmlessly off of a steel-edged playing card, both objects ending up on the floor.

Lazarus sat at his desk, a deck of playing cards stacked neatly on the wooden surface. A notebook detailed a strange clock-like symbol, one of the many manipulations of Order. The symbol had been scribbled over in some places, replaced with jagged swirls and aimlessly waving lines.

The professor had his interest piqued, and attempted to step closer to examine the strange symbol. A wave of nausea washed over him as he advanced too close, and he stumbled back, clutching his stomach and dropping to his knees.

Lazarus rose, tapping his deck of playing cards before tearing off the top sheet of his notebook and moving to deposit it on the desk of the professor. The professor noted the obsidian gleam the card took on, and rose unsteadily from his kneeling position as Lazarus passed him again. The mage swept his notebook and cards off the desk, and moved to the large door in the back of the class.

"See you next week, professor." He called out as the door closed behind him.

The professor merely shook his head, and moved to his desk. That boy was so strange....

[Lionheart]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray] [SIZE=1] [B]"So, you ready for the Final Exam coming up?" [/B] asked instructor Piro as he put his long arms over his head to stretch. Piro was the instructor of the Fire elemental and was the closest thing to a 'friend' of Leon's. The quiet one stared out of window, his eyes gazing as far as he could see. To many, it would have seem that he wasn't paying attention, but in truth instructor Piro knew he was.

[B]"I could always get Mr. Morris in here if you like listening to him all day." [/B] Leon didn't reply back. but instead broke his stare and began to walk towards the door, making no eye contact. He rather listen to the History instructor then have small chat with instructor Piro. He left the class, only to have Prio smiling.

The hallway seemed awfully quiet as Leon kept close to the wall, walking at his normal slow speed. He wasn't in a rush at all, as younger students passed him without notice. No one dared to mess with Leon, yet hasn't done anything mean to someone. Maybe his silence doesn't make him a 'nice' guy or his physical stacture.

He walked outside of the doors and walked to the stone wall and position himself against the stone. Three months before the final exam and members tried to learn their material quick. Leon did not worry about the exams, but was more on the lines of what will happen [I]after[/I] the final exams.

The sun beated down on him as he gazed at his finger nails, until a memory frame came. A mind image popped in his head as it showed a hideous monster, with scars across his face.

That man was his father. That very night he killed his own family and was corrupted by evil. Showing no mercy slicing off his daughter's head or cutting open his wife, yet he left his son a much deeper pain. To endure the pain of suffer forever. He let his own son live just to toture him to death. That very night he did kill the soul of Leonheart Maxwell. Now, all that's left is Leon and the Lion within him, who is ready to strike on anyone who dares cross his path. He didn't get into the school just to kill, to fuel his rage, but to train to one day face his father once again. This time, only one Maxwell will be left...[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Tekkaman]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]As Syrus swung his massive broadsword, Aludra, Strom was only quick enough to avoid getting his hair scalped again. As he, Strom, began to backflip to a safe distance away from the mammoth blade, Syrus began to continue his previous taunts.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"Let's go, Strom, you can't win by dodging me all day, ya know."[/color] Syrus said, smiling at himself at how well he was doing. [color=indigo]"You're only delaying my future win."[/color][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"Yeah, I know,"[/color] Strom said sarcastically, staring his rival down, goggles protecting his blue eyes (Strom wears his goggles only during his weapons training). [color=indigo]"Just givin' myself a littl' distance since you're sooo much better than me."[/color][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"...Whatever."[/color] Syrus said, through with the word battle; Syrus was once again ready to take down his target. He charged Strom as hard as he could with the broadsword, moving very swiftly with the huge weapon; Strom stood at the ready...[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]This was how [color=indigo]'Avanced Combat II'[/color] was for anyone who took it - Namely, everyone. The spherical class was set outside with two corridors on the North and South sides. the outdoor classroom had more than enough room to fill up to maximum occupancy - about 100 students - and still have time for sparring sessions - which took up room enough considering some 'brawls'. Only students in their final year could take the class - whether they be 18 or if the student has skipped a year - the class being taught by [color=indigo]Instructor Guy Shavers[/color].[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]The instructor, at first glance, is 6"0 tall with tanned features, brown hair, very toned - Inst. Shavers loved to prove that he still had 'The Edge' - and has swooned many women with his handsome looks; he is very modest and always put priorities first - his students. His firm disposition in class has commanded attention from all people - student and teacher alike, and his training sessions, while stressing, are fun.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]...As Syrus brought his weapon downwards towards the training ground, Strom backflipped out of the way once again as Syrus' weapon carved through the floor, leaving granite. Strom, after his backflip, immediately performed a frontflip and landed on the top of Syrus' blade. Strom then sucked his teeth twice, as if saying that he, Syrus, was an inadequate sparring partner.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"Oh yeah?"[/color] Syrus growled.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Syrus lifted his blade as hard as he could in retaliation, a little too quick for an unexpecting Strom, launching his rival high into the sky. Strom managed to take a look at Syrus as he tried to correct his control in the air, Syrus using the momentum of his rising blade to propel himself in the air simoultaneously. As the two met 10 feet in the air, during the crest of their jump, Strom reached behind his back with lightning speed and pulled out his two crystal-blue Kyndras, held at the hilts, from his scabbards. Syrus got his broadsword at the ready.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]They both knew what would happen next.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]As both men began to plummet, time seemed to slow down considerably, though, for whoever was watching, the moment took only seconds. Strom and Syrus began executing expertly timed attacks at each other, all the while, keeping their eyes on the ground for their landing. Clashing and sparks were all that could be heard and seen for those looking at the spar without the 'warriors eye' (Inst. Shavers always told his students that 'you can't see lightning fast maneuvers without training the most important muscle of all - the retina.', followed by two days of homework.). As the two finally landed on the ground from their aerial battle, Syrus and Strom, both sweaty, remained unscathed.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Several sixteen and seventeen-year olds, many circled around the two batlers began to clap at random, showing their approval at the battle. Amongst the party of clappers, Strom and Syrus saw Inst. Shavers, himself.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"Most impressive."[/color] Inst. Shavers said, still clapping long after everyone else stopped,[color=indigo] "Most impressive indeed. No doubt that you two still need more training, but you both are advancing along quite nicely. Dismissed."[/color][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Happy for the compliment, Strom and Syrus smiled, in their own way at the Instructor, before walking to the resting area where most other students sit until their next period. Before Strom walked away, however, he pulled out his schedule to double check where he was to go next, if anywhere. He loved looking at his schedule this year because next year, he wouldn't have one. Strom smiled at the silent thought as he read.[/color][/size][/font]

[center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=indigo][QUOTE][/color][/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=indigo][i]Argo Arx Academy [/i][/color][/size][/font][/center]

[center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=indigo][i]Strom Vanguard - Age 18[/i][/color][/size][/font][/center]

[center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=indigo][i]Classes for the Year:[/i][/color][/size][/font][/center]

[center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=indigo][i](M)-Monday, (T)-Tuesday, (W)-Wednesday, (R)-Thursday, (F)-Friday, (S)-Saturday, (Sn)-Sunday[/i][/color][/size][/font][/center]

[center][i][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=indigo][b]Avanced History of Magic II[/b]: Morris, Inst. Arnold, (M) (W) 0800-0930[/color][/size][/font][/i][/center]

[center][i][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=indigo][b]Advanced Combat II[/b]: Shavers, Inst. Guy, (M) (W) 0945-1115[/color][/size][/font][/i][/center]

[center][i][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=indigo][b]Avanced Elemental Magic II[/b]: Sigreis, Inst. Caroline, (T) (F) 1215-1515[/color][/size][/font][/i][/center]

[center][i][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=indigo][b]Avanced Blue Magic II[/b]: Heartily, Inst. Leon, (R) 1215-1515[/color][/size][/font][/i][/center]
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[left][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom looked at the clock positioned above the North corridor. It read 1119hrs.[/color][/size][/font][/left]
[left][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo][/color][/color][/size][/font][/left]
[left][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"That's right, today's Wednesday. I knew I didn' have any more classes,"[/color] Strom said to himself with his goggles still on, the sweat pouring from his head dodged his eyesight - Strom loved his goggles so much for this very purpose. [color=indigo]" Good too, 'cause I need to take a shower."[/color][/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom put the schedule back in his side pocket and placed his Kyndras back in their scabbards, unconsciously walking through the North corridor to his dormitory from a hard day's work.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#808080][color=indigo]"Two months to go 'til the finals!"[/color] Strom yelled out in the air randomly, his fist pumped towards the sky. [/color][color=indigo]"Woohoo!"[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[TheResplendent]

[FONT=Tahoma][color=darkred]Syrus sat on a bench beside the training ground and thrusted his broadsword into the floor, just hard enough to keep it standing in place. Sweat emblazoned his muscles and face, as he wiped his face down with a towel. Class would typically still have another 10 minutes left, in which Professor Shavers made very ample usage of making each student usually work their assess off until the last second of the last minute.

It wasen't the first time Syrus was dismissed early. Other times in the past however it wasen't always for the same reason. Syrus has a small history of injuring his sparring partners. Even despite the field of magic surrounding the grounds that made sure nothing was fatal, it was very possible to draw blood, leave bruises, and even break a bone.

[b][i]'Heh, well it's about time I suppose. Strom Vanguard, huh? Least this academy isn't completely filled with pansies. Wait until next week though, it won't end in a draw then.'[/b][/i] Syrus thought to himself as he reached into his bag to check his own schedule.


[color=black][center][b][i]Avanced History of Magic II[/b][/i]: [i]Inst. Morris, Arnold (M) (W) 8:00-9:30[/i]

[b][i]Advanced Combat II[/i][/b]: [i]Inst. Shavers, Guy (M) (W) 9:45-11:15[/i]

[b][i]Advanced Fire Elemental Mastery II[/i][/b]: [i]Inst. Piro, Alfred (T) (F) 12:15 - 3:15[/i]

[b][i]Advanced Blue Magic Mastery II[/b][/i]: [i]Inst. Terep, Uri (Th) 12:15 - 3:15[/i][/center][/color]


He noticed he had two classes with Strom, he didn't really notice though since neither of them really ever spoke out in Instructor Morris's History class. He was glad he was done for the day. He intended to take a shower and then promptly get something to eat at the cafeteria. Syrus was constantly hungry, he could eat like his stomach was an endless pit despite the fact that he was still able to keep himself in top shape somehow.

Syrus threw his bag around his shoulder, still only in sweatpants and his black muscle tank top. His dorm was fairly close so he didn't bother changing every time. Though it was normally not permitted to roam the halls during class hours wearing anything other then the academy uniform.

Before Syrus walked out the door another student came running over from the grounds. She was dressed in some mesh shorts and a white tank top. Each student was pretty much given free range on what their training clothing could entail, so long as it wasen't completely inappropriate.

[b]"Syruuus! Hey wait up!"[/b] yelled the girl, grabbing his attention. He turned around and saw Monique. She lightly jogged toward him, waving her hand. About 6 inches away though she managed to trip off the elevated piece of ground and fall violently forward. Syrus dropped his bag and stepped forward and caught her in his arms.

[b]"Owiee...uh, thanks...again."[/b] she said, alluding to other instances where Syrus had to clean up her clumsiness.

[b]"No problem hot stuff, what's up?"[/b] he replied, focusing his eyes on her legs which were plentiful showing from the length of her shorts, and only gazed enough upwards to her tight white tank top. Monique grabbed his chin with her right hand and guided it upward to her face, giggling a bit inside her head.

[b]"If your going to eat, wait up for me at the cafeteria. A few of us are going to get together to study for Morris's history exam next week."[/b]

Syrus took a few moments to absorb what she was saying and then snapped to the realization. He brought his hand up and slapped his head.

[b]"Man, I forgot! I haven't studied the least bit!"[/b] he said, shaking his head.

[b]"Heh, i figured that. I'll see you there, ok? There's still 6 minutes left and you know what that means..."[/b]

Monique couldn't even finish her sentence before the loud voice that never needed a microphone came from the direction of Professor Shavers.

[b]"MONIQUE! GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE AND START SPARRING! WEAPONS DON'T FIGHT BY THEMSELVES YOU KNOW!"[/b]

[b]"Heh, better get back. We'll meet up later"[/b] Syrus said, picking [color=blue]Aludra[/color] and his bag back up. Monique trotted back over to the training ground for the now remaining 5 minutes. Syrus turned his body but his eye caught view out of the corner of something else. He looked over as a rather fragile looking green haired girl who just hurled a javelin with deceptive strength toward her sparring partner.

[b][i]'Damn...nice throw. This class is just full of surprises lately, huh?'[/b][/i] Syrus said to himself as he left the training room and headed for his dorm.[/color][/FONT]

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[size=1]OOC: KW, sorry if the word fragile is being misused, i'm just going based on the picture you provided, heh.[/size]

[Sakura]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Navy]Clyne stretched as she exited another session of [I]Advanced Summoning II[/I]. She walked along the halls with her friends discussing problems others were having with controlling their summons. Clyne shifted her backpack and tried to explain to them that they had to have a close relationship with their summon for everything to work out well. She was a little surprised that even though they were taking [I]Advanced Summoning II[/I], they were still facing simple problems like relationship issues.

She approached her turn-off and left the group, heading toward the change rooms. She had memorised her time table from the first day and she now had [I]Advanced Combat II[/I] with Instructor Shavers. She knew today was a spar session so she changed out of her stiff uniform into more comfortable and free clothes. Clyne slipped her gauntlets from her belt and pulled them on, flexing her fists in preparation as she headed out with her things.

She dumped her stuff near the wall where everyone else did and moved into the group of students, finding some space and beginning stretches to limber herself before going straight into fighting. She twisted her neck, popping the vertebrae. Instructor Shavers spoke up, assigning them sparring partners for the session, she was paired up with someone other than her regular partners. The boy looked dejected; with dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes.

[B]"Instructor?"[/B] she questioned, looking at the other student who wouldn't meet her eyes. Instructor Shavers didn't usually put her with people she didn't match with.

[B]"His technique needs a bit of work. Maybe you can help."[/B] he nodded gruffly, signifying it was the end of the discussion.

Clyne shrugged and approached her opponent, stripping the gauntlet from her right hand. He looked up when she held her uncovered hand in his line of vision.

[B]"I'm Clyne, Clyne Geiger."[/B] she introduced politely.

[B]"I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are."[/B] he mumbled, looking off to the side. [B]"My name's Rick."[/B] he took the hand slowly, giving it a brief shake.

Clyne nodded, yes, she knew most people in the school knew her. She pulled her gauntlet back on and asked him about his fighting style. She learnt he was a student of the old style Chinese kung fu. During the session she let him attack while she just dodged and blocked. Then she started giving him tips, showing him by doing it herself and getting her to repeat. By the end of it Rick looked a lot more confident and was smiling and meeting her eyes.

[B]"Thanks for the help. I hope to get better, then we can have a proper spar."[/B] he said, shaking her hand.

[B]"Sure, I'll be waiting. Let me know if you need more help."[/B] she said, taking off her gauntlets and picking up her backpack.

[B]"Good work, Geiger."[/B] Shavers had been watching her throughout the period and was pleased with how she had handled the situation. She nodded and smiled before continuing on her way.

As she was heading toward the change rooms, Monique stopped her quickly.

[B]"Hey, a bunch of us are gonna meet in the cafeteria to study for Morris' History exam. Wanna come?"[/B] she asked cheerfully.

[B]"Yeah sure, I'll just get changed. If you're not still around I'll just head over."[/B]

Clyne jogged into the change rooms and put on her regular uniform, putting her other clothes in her bag, and tucking her gauntlets into her belt. She combed her fingers through her hair and fixed herself until she was satisfied with her appearance. Heading out she couldn't see Momo or any of the others so she took off on her own toward the cafeteria.

When she arrived she spotted Syrus sitting at a table with some food and his History text book set in front of him. She raised an eyebrow, noticing the others weren't around, and figured they were still taking showers.

[B]"Hey Syrus."[/B] she greeted.

He looked up, smiling at her and waving because he had just taken a bite of his food. Clyne slid into the seat beside him and glanced at the chapter he was reading.

[B]"Chapter IX? Ah, Ancient Roots of Magi Formation. Having troubles? I'll ask you a question, ok?"[/B] she asked.

[B]"Yeah, I haven't studied this chapter at all yet. Fire away."[/B] he took a gulp from his drink, concentrating on Clyne.

[B]"Ok. What shape does a matured and uncut magi take after it drains it's extent of power from the spiritual energy of the earth's mantle?"[/B] she pulled the book out of his line of vision.

[B]"....What the hell kind of question is [I]that[/I]!? Is that seriously a valid question?!"[/B]

[B]"Yes, I read it the other night. Now just give it a shot."[/B] she replied calmly.

[B]"Ok ok, I know this! A square! Right?"[/B] he said with confidence.

Clyne smiled grimly rubbing her right temple. [B]"Sorry, it's an elliptical oval."[/B]

Syrus cursed quietly, while Clyne patted him reassuringly on the back, pushing the text book back toward him. Then she spotted the others arriving through the main entrance.[/COLOR]

[B]OOC:[/B] Question and Answer courtesy of BKstyles ^^;;.[/SIZE]

[Riku]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]OOC: It's all good, BK, after all, Aizen is a fragile girl and she is a little clumsy, hence some girls making fun of her. And also, I'm guessing that it's lunch time, so... she'll be emo today and eat all by herself unless SOMEONE REALLY NICE *cough* BK *cough* tries to sit next to her. XDD

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It was time for lunch and friends sitting together.

...Great. One, Aizen didn't have any friends because everyone basically ignored her. And two, lunch was her most hated part of the day because of her being unpopular. She sighed to herself as she got out of the lunch line with a tray of steaming food and looked around to see if there were any open tables left for her to sit in.

Hmmm... let's see.. nope, the one to the right is full of the preps and jocks. How about the left? No... those were full of girls who squeeled and giggled about their recent crushes and girly things like that. And the middle table in the center...

Aizen looked into the group of people whom she recoginzed from her Advanced Magic History II class in the beginning of the day, watching them study for the history exam Instructor Morris was giving out soon. Of course, since she was the top student in her class, she didn't really need to study any more than she wanted...

But still... she looked into the group and saw Syrus, whom she had a small crush on from the beginning of the school year. He was always so nice to everyone he talked to and he offered to help anyone that needed it. She always wanted to have a chance to talk to him, but because he was one of the more popular boys in school, girls crowded around him most of the time, causing Aizen to never learn more about him. [B]"Still, he is pretty nice and gentle,"[/B] she thought to herself, remembering him trying to start conversations with her and smiling as if he knew her so well.

After she was done thinking, she mustered up all the strength she had and started to walk over to the table Syrus was at until some brown gravy splashed onto her head, causing her to spill her lunch tray all over herself due to the shock. She put her hands on her dress to try to wipe the mess off, looking around at the group of girls who had thrown it at her, pointing and laughing. [B]"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry,"[/B] one of them replied, evily smirking, [B]"oh well, at least I did you a favor... you look soo much better now!"[/B]

And with that, everyone in the cafeteria started bellowing out laughter... except the table which Syrus and his friends were at. But, Aizen didn't notice due to the fact that she was totally embarrased and was covered in food. She saw Syrus looking at her and, thinking that he was going to laugh along with the whole cafeteria, ran out the door, her deep green eyes overflowing with tears. What did she do to those girls to make them hate her so much? Why was she here if everyone was going to make fun of her anyway?

Why couldn't she just die to make everyone happy?

After a few minutes, the whole cafeteria was still giggling at the little incident that just happened to poor Aizen. Syrus was watching the doors that she just ran out of for awhile, feeling sad and angry for what happened to her. He then slowly turned around to his seat and sat back down, thinking about what he should do next.

[B]"I feel so bad for her,"[/B] Clyne finally said, looking back at the text book to study a bit. [B]"I mean, no one's ever tried to be nice to her, no wonder she's so scared."[/B] Clyne was one of the few people who talked with Aizen a little and actually thought she was a rather nice girl... scared and helpless... but a nice girl.

[B]"I know, I can't believe those girls actually have the gall to do something as stupid as that,"[/B] Syrus replied, leaning his head on hand and tapping the table with his left index finger. He looked back up at Clyne and crossed his arms on the table, [B]"Are all girls who are ditzy mean like that or what?"[/B]

[B]"They're just jealous because she's more beautiful and smart than they are,"[/B] she replied, still studying while talking, [B]"Aizen should be one of the most popular girls in this girl, but everyone takes advantage of her weak and timid personality in order to break her."[/B]

[B]"So... you're saying you think she's more beautiful than any of those girls over there?"[/B] Syrus replied, looking at Clyne more intently.

She raised her eyes and met his. [B]"Well, at least I think so."[/B]

Syrus turned his body around and looked at the doors once again, thinking and talking to himself. [B]"You got that right... she actually is very beautiful."[/B]

[B]"What'd you say?"[/B]

[B]"Oh nothing,"[/B] he replied as he turned around and lifted himself up from the table and grabbed all his things. [B]"Hey, thanks for helping out with studying, Clyne. I have something really important to take care of, so I'll see you later."[/B] And with that, he started towards the exit doors, leaving a confused Clyne watching him leave.

Before he left, the girls who threw the food at Aizen spotted him and waved him down, squeeling and trying to flirt with him. [B]"Hi, Syrus,"[/B] one replied, [B]"would you like to study our new techniques we learned in combat class today?"[/B]

Syrus looked at them with an angred scowl and narrowed eyes. [B]"Why don't you just go find a real life and stop picking on others?"[/B] He then left, not knowing that the girls weren't actually scared of his comment, but giggling and talking about him even more.

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[B]"This brown stain won't come out of my jacket..."[/B]

Aizen was outside, sitting in the garden and cleaning herself off from the lunch she had to endure. She got most of the stains out, but some were left, leaving ugly and unruly spots that probably would make the others laugh at her even more.

She sighed again and gently put her elbows on her knees, leaning her head in her hands and wondering if she'll be tormented the rest of her life. [B]"I don't understand,"[/B] she said to herself, [B]"I never did anything to those girls... so why do they hate me?" [/B] She buried her head into her arms and started to cry again until she heard someone walking towards her.

[B]"Because they're just jealous that you're more beautiful than they are."[/B]

She looked up and saw someone she thought would never come see her... Syrus. He smiled at her and sat down next to her, realizing that she was here to cry out her sorrows. Blushing, Aizen quickly wiped her tears away and sat upright, hoping that he wasn't here to make fun of her because of earlier.

[B]"You know, you don't have to act all proper for me because you know that I'm more immature than that,"[/B] he chuckled, amused at her politeness.

She looked at him and smiled a little, relieved that he was actually being nice to her.

...Maybe she could finally get to know him better?

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OOC: Lyke, omg that was so lame, but whatever because I still love it. BK, I hope it's okay that I made Aizen have a crush on Syrus... I mean, heck, he is hot. XD Preppy girls arre so lame and ditzy, Syrus told them to eff off but they still love him. What the heck?! XDD[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Sandy]

[SIZE=1][B]OoC:[/B] this post starts from the Advanced Summoning II class in the morning.[/SIZE]

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[COLOR=gray]Cassandra Augurion sat on the front seat in Instructor Algreis's summoning class. She focused on taking notes from the instructor's lesson about the relationship between the summoner and the summoned spirit. Her concentration was disturbed by the fact that she knew her twin brother was currently yawning and dawdling new designs in the back row. She knew this without even having to look behind her. She just [I]knew[/I] it. Circes didn't take any of this seriously!

The Augurion twins were considered the worst summoners of the bunch, just because neither of them had been able to form a lasting bond with a spirit. This was exactly why Instructor Algreis glanced sternly at Cassandra every once in a while.

Cassandra's irritation grew. She [I]knew[/I] she was great at summoning, the spiritual beasts that she had conjured were all very powerful, but they just didn't last! Everytime she failed to keep yet another spirit on this plane of existence, she had to endure the mocking grins of the other students - especially that of Clyne Geiger! [I]And Circes just didn't care![/I]

[B]"Miss Augurion"[/B], Instructor Algreis's smooth voice interrupted her thoughts. [B]"Your face is turning as red as your hair. Is there something bothering you?"[/B]

The rest of the class giggled, and Cassandra heard the word "carrot" whispered several times. Instructor Locke Algreis, a magically rejuvenated magus, stared at Cassandra, eager for a reply.

[B]"Well, as a matter of fact"[/B], Cassandra said, collecting her pride. [B]"I'm bothered by the sheer ignorance of my brother, who at this moment is more focused on fancy dresses than your lecture, dear Instructor."[/B]

[B]"Ah, I see..."[/B] the Instructor said, rubbing his delicate chin. [B]"Mr. Augurion! Yes, you on the back! Yes, I'm [I]actually[/I] talking to you!"[/B]

Circes Augurion snapped out of his inner world of silk and frills upon hearing "mr." instead of "miss" in front of "Augurion".

[B]"Huh? Me? What is it?"[/B] Circes asked, smiling back at the instructor.

[B]"I'd like to see you and your sister after lunch. I think I may have solved your... eh, little problem. Now, where was I..."[/B]

Circes felt his twin sister's amusement, just like she surely felt his annoyance. After all, he was supposed to meet Gia and Verity for a dress-up session.[/COLOR]

[Doublehex]

[color=royalblue]Wednesday; The 33rd of Estembre; 5:32 PM [left]Alex didn?t know why, but whenever he felt as if the whole world was staring at him, observing his every move, he just went under his tree on one of the hills. There, he would lay his back against the tree, and just relax, allowing nature?s songs to put him to ease. Fall had already secured its grip on the island of Gabi; most of the trees? leaves had turned a dark shade of orange. Dozens of leaf piles could be seen from the hill; most of them were the result of the Academy?s much dreaded Behavior Improvement Program. Smiling faintly, sat beneath the shade of the tree, unhooking his cumbersome black shirt, allowing to it to fall to his feet. When he felt the wind across his face, he felt good. Alex quickly fell asleep. His dreams returned to the Sparring match a few hours before. Instructor Shavers had demanded a one on one battle between partners. The class scrambled as they attempted to find sparring partners. In a matter of moments, nearly every one found a partner and the sounds of scrapping metal and gunshots could be heard across the sparring field. Eventually, only Alex and another girl were left. The girl was obviously disappointed that some other boy hadn?t chosen her as his sparring partner, but the boy in question had been pulled away by another girl, despite his cursing complaints. Alex was sitting down in a depressing manner, with his legs brought up to his face with him holding his long sword between them, while Monique was just rocking her body back and forth in a hyperactive manner, humming some tune. She faced Alex, and with a sigh, approached him and kicked him lightly. ?Hey, you wanna do this?? ?Whatever? Alex remembered saying. He got up, lifting the X-105. Monique took out her rapier. Alex was actually surprised at the girl?s choice of weapons; she looked more like the type to wield a giant hammer, rather than a flimsy rapier. Already she was at a disadvantage; just by sheer weight, Alex?s long sword would overpower the thin blade. Alex got into his pose; his front knee bent forward, while his leg slid from his body. His left hand held his blade, near the hilt. His left shoulder was pushed back further than his right. His right hand slid across the flat edge of the blade, his fingers curled up into an incomplete fist. This was the Aku Soku Zan (Kill Evil Instantly) fighting style. Developed by the (in)famous Aruvasan soldier Demetri Rauvosof, it has been rumored capable of decapitating foes with incredible ease. That is, if it was used correctly. Alex remembered the way they charged into battle. Alex was in more of his careless sort of demeanor; he never showed much interest in anything, which was intentional. Monique, however, showed her overactive nature, with her constantly moving from left to right, and switching hands with her rapier. Despite her feminine nature, she showed that she was very versatile in combat. Monique thrusted forward, expecting Alex to move right into it. After all, at the speed was running at, that was to be expected. The Aku Soku Zan was far from being so concrete, however; it was extremely versatile, able to switch motions and position at incredible ease. Alex pushed his feet from the ground, sending him on the safe end of the rapier. Specifically, at Monique?s side. Monique cried in shock as she barely blocked Alex?s attack. They pushed back, and Alex resumed to his starting pose; right foot leading and taking most of the weight, left hand wielding the blade. Monique raised the rapier again, this time with her right hand, pointing it upwards in a very defensive position. Alex dreamt that he felt nothing in the second charge.[/left] [/color]

Okay Kitty, I left it open for you to determine what will happen next. Remember that this is a dream, so it happaned in the past (the same time BK and KW are having lunch). It would probably be easiar if Monique is remembering the same thing.

And yes, I am aware that it is the same fighting technique used by Saitou Hajime of Rurouni Kenshin, but I love the thought of a left handed technique so much I couldn't help it.

[TheResplendent]

[FONT=Tahoma][color=darkred]Syrus could seem pretty split in his demeanor at times. The fact that he enjoyed the company of girls and yet the soft spot in his heart caused him to hate the way they can be sometimes. Especially when they act unreasonably toward people who didn't deserve it. Though it wasen't just a thing that girls to to girls, it was pretty much a people thing. Syrus always tried to put first everything that is essential to being the best risk breaker he can, which usually meant battle, training, and keeping in shape.

He'd be a pretty miserable person without his friends though, and it's that same soft spot that makes the competition and battle craving Syrus also be a friendly and indulgent Syrus. There was one aspect of his personality that seemed to combine both however, and that was defense and protectiveness. It seemed unofficial that his obligation was to defend those who needed it the most in his eyes, namely the weak and his friends. That was the true duty of a soldier, with the thrill of battle being an added joy. Though in his agitated state, it could seem reversed.

He stood beside Aizen looking upwards toward the school walls. Behind them was the water, the waves could be heard splashing against the rocks at a adagio tempo. He turned to Aizen, who was still trying to cover herself up from the "accident" in the cafeteria.

[b]"You know...you gotta start standing up for yourself. People like that don't need a reason to mess with ya, know what I mean?"[/b] Syrus said, causing Aizen to look up from her seated position. She observed Syrus's confident stance and his intimidating sword attached to his back.

[b]"Y..yeah, I guess."[/b] Aizen managed to say in a bit of a muffled tone.

[b]"It isn't like you can't fight either...I see you everyday in weapons training class. Plus your a senior too so it isn't like your helpless. What's your magic specialty anyway?"[/b] Syrus asked, peering over his shoulder at Aizen.

[b]"Well, my major is Support...and my minor is wind elemental."[/b] was the reply.

[b]"Heh, yeah I can see that. You seem like the support type."[/b] Syrus said while placing both of his hands behind his head in a lean-back sort of pose.

[b]"Huh? Oh...is that a bad thing?"[/b] Aizen asked, unsure of how to perceive Syrus's comment. Syrus turned to her rather quickly and took his arms down.

[b]"Huh? No no! I didn't mean anything by it, i just mean...well it's pretty important so it's not like i'm insulting you!"[/b] he said, waving his arms infront of him trying to think of a way to fix what he said. Aizen left out a soft sigh, feeling a little better that he at least felt as if her role in the academy was an important one. Syrus reached down and grabbed Aizen's javelin that was laying beside her. It took a few seconds for Aizen to realize he had taken it, and she popped her head up and looked at him.

[b]"You can throw this thing pretty well...your deceptively strong. But how are you at handling it in the fray?"[/b] Syrus asked, swinging the javelin around a bit to loosen his arms.

[b]"Oh! I mean...I've been working on it, but..."[/b]

[b]"I can show you a few things sometime...i mean if you want. I've trained with weapons of all types, I just prefer to use my baby here!"[/b] Syrus exclaimed, patting the hilt of [color=blue]Aludra[/color]. Aizen watched Syrus do some practice thrusts and defensive menuvers with the javelin, like it was his weapon of choice.

[b]"Sure, that would be great!"[/b] Aizen said excitedly, happy really at the fact that Syrus expressed interest in her company and not so much at the specifics at the moment.

[b]"Alright! Well as for now, let's go get some lunch. "[/b] Syrus said, still hungry. He also forgot that he left without finishing his studying with Sakura, and that he was supposed to meet Monique there as well.

[b]"Um, alright...but I want to go change really quick, ok?"[/b] Aizen said, a little nervous about sitting down with a group of people. Especially people like Clyne, who despite having spoken to on a few occaisions was still one of the popular girls. She wanted to make a good impression so they didn't think she was a loser.

[b]"No problem, but hurry ok?"[/b]

Aizen took her javelin back and hurried to her dorm.


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Syrus left the garden and on his way back to the cafeteria, bumped into Strom Vanguard. They ran into each other at the merging of a hallway fork and stopped before nearly bumping into each other.

[b]"Well, if it isn' Syrus Cainun."[/b] Strom said, sending a grin Syrus's way.

[b]"Hmph, you seem awfully smug about holding your own with me today. You think you can do it again?"[/b] Syrus responded, narrowing his eyes.

[b]"I guess we'll jus have ta see, eh? Right now though, i'm goin' get me some lunch"[/b] Strom said as he started walking toward the cafeteria.

[b][i]'Great, as long as he dosen't sit at my table...'[/b][/i] Syrus thought to himself as he reluctantly walked in the same direction. They arrived at the cafeteria, Strom grabbed a tray and started picking out what he wanted. Syrus sternly walked passed him toward his table, as if to say "keep away from me" with his body language. Syrus saw Monique sitting with Clyne with about 3 other students, 2 other girls and 1 guy.

[b]"Hey there you, I heard you ran off all of a sudden. I was afraid you weren't going to come back!"[/b] Monique said, leaning her chin against her palms. Syrus took his seat that was still open between Clyne and Monique.

[b]"Heh, nah. You kiddin me? I only had half a sandwhich and a few fries, i can still eat a horse."[/b] Syrus said as he tried to steal a pretzel from Clyne's bag, only to have his hand slapped away.

[b]"Yeah, and you forgot your textbook here, and you never answered my other question!"[/b] Clyne said, shoving Syrus's text book infront of him.

[b]"Oh, right...um, what was it again?"[/b]

[b]"Oh forget it, now that everyone is here we should all start together."[/b] Clyne said.

[b]"Oh, and by the way. That girl Aizen is going to join us. She's just changing her clothes."[/b] Syrus added.

[b]"Aizen? You mean that really quiet girl with the green hair?"[/b] Monique asked, as she playfully twirled her textbook around the table.

[b]"Yeah, she's the one."[/b]

[b]"Uh huh...I figured that's where you went."[/b] Clyne said, implying that she was right again. Monique leaned back in her chair and propped her feet up on Syrus's lap and rested them there. She subtly crossed her legs and moved her chair a little closer.

[b]"Alright, so where do we start?"[/b] she asked, as she got settled in. Before anyone could say anything, Strom walked by the table with a tray of food. Clyne looked over recognizing him.

[b]"Hey Strom, want to join us?"[/b] she asked, pointing out an empty chair.

[b]"What the hell! Why are you asking him?"[/b] Syrus mumbled to Clyne promptly, clearly opposed to the idea. Strom looked over at Syrus's discontent and walked over to the table.

[b]"Well sure, i'd love to!"[/b] Strom said, seating himself with a grin toward Syrus's direction. Syrus rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breathe. Strom took a bit of his chicken cutlet and glanced over at Clyne for a few seconds.

[b]"Ya know Clyne, a beautiful an' intellegent girl like yourself should really reconsider hangin' out with guys like Syrus."[/b] Strom said, with every intention to instigate. Syrus drew his attention away from Monique upon hearing the comment.

[b]"What was that!? You got a problem with me, you take it up with me you got that?"[/b]

[b]"A problem? No no, jus makin' a suggestion."[/b] Strom said, eating his food pretending like he was just making friendly conversation.

[b]"Here's a suggestion from me to you, [i]buddy[/i], shut your mouth and i won't have to stomp it shut with my boot!"[/b]

[b]"What's with the violent behavior? Didn' you get it all out in Shaver's class?"[/b]

[b]"You haven't seen what I can do with violent behavior yet!"[/b]

Before the squabble could continue, Clyne reached behind both Syrus and Strom's heads and slapped them.

[center]"Oww!"
[color=indigo]"Oww!"[/color][/center]

[b]"There, much better. Now we can begin"[/b] Clyne stated as silence aside from laughter fell upon the table.


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[size=1]OOC: Well, i certainly didn't intend for this post to come out as long as it did...heh. You guys can take it from here and go whereever. Just figured i'd get some interaction done and build up some more of the particular relationships between Syrus and certan other students for the future.[/size]

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][center][b] Advanced Elemental Magic II:[/b] Instructor Instructor Zees, Jacque ? Ice Elemental Instructor.
[b]Advanced Support Magic II:[/b] Instructor Urasaki, Ichigo.
[b]Dancing Instructor[/b] Setliff, Lisa.
[b]Combat Instructor:[/b] Shavers, Guy.
[b]History Instructor:[/b] Morris, Arnold.[/center]

Kristos thought about his scedule as he gracefully stretched his limbs out and began his dance. When he first started taking the dance class, everyone around him laughed and said it was for girls. He only smiled and said that he'd show them a thing or two that you could learn dancing in the Combat classes. He stretched and flowed easily, having taken this class since he was six.

It wasn't long before his eyes locked onto a fellow classmate, watching her own, slightly inexperienced body move. He shifted closer to her and she looked him up and down.
his thin lips split into a small smile as he continued to dance. She stumbled, having watched him too closely. Kristos smirked to himself. She wasn't able to keep up. the class was dismissed to the mess hall for lunch.

The girl strode up beside him, looking quite flustered, before she was pulled off by friends. it looked like she'd been ready to say something to him, he mused, as his soft fingers brushed soft blue hair out of his eyes that fell right back into place.

He strode into the cafeteria, demanding the immediate attention of everyone, even the 18 year olds. He was in the same classes as them, but a year younger than most. People said he was extremely intelligent.

Slowly, calmly, and gracefully he strode to the line, getting his food and sitting down at a table alone. As charming as he seemed, he didn't have any friends at the military school. He stretched out by himself in a chair and ate casually, trying to ignore the laughing at the table next to him as two people yelped a simple, "Owch!"[/color][/size]

[b]OOC:[/b] Sorry about the shortness...ess ness. The girl can be someone if they'd like. rawr.

[Kitty]

[size=1][indent]Monique walked out of the changing rooms carrying her books and scratching her head. She had just gotten [i]another[/i] talking to, courtesy of Shavers, for constantly slacking in class. She realized she was late to the study group that [i]she[/i] was organizing and thought about running to the cafeteria, but decided to take it slow. After all, she'd fallen over several times already today. Speaking of her clumsiness, she began thinking about her spar with Alex.

After her first advance had been deflected, she had barely managed to defend herself. But her second charge hit him squarely in the chest, and he was sent backwards. She giggled to herself as she thought about it, as he had looked fairly silly regaining his composure. Several of his attacks had missed, either because she saw them coming, or she tripped while trying avoid them. In the end, it was her clumsiness that let her land the final hit. After using one of her favorite spells, she leaped into the air, and Alex waited for her to land, but she never did. Taking advantage of his momentary confusion, she landed two hits on his shoulders, even though if she had swung where she was aiming she would have missed. She landed with a thud behind him, and when she stood up, the two were both rubbing their shoulders.

Monique snapped back to reality when she entered the cafeteria, bumping into several girls who were walking towards the doors moments after she had walked through them. Monique was popular, but she had higher standards for friends than those who actually were considered the 'popular group'. Spotting Clyne, she rushed over and hugged her friend around the neck.

[b]"Hey!"[/b]

[b]"You're late,"[/b] Clyne responded with a smirk.

[b]"Blame Shavers. Anyway, where's Syrus?"[/b] Monique immediately asked. Clyne rolled her eyes, but explained anyway.

[b]"The girls you bumped into were torturing a girl, and he went off to talk to her,"[/b] she said, a bit amused at the look on Monique's face when she heard he had gone off after another girl. But Monique recovered quickly, pulling her bangs behind her ear and giggling.

[b]"He sure likes to be the hero, doesn't he? Oh well. I'm getting myself some lunch,"[/b] she explained before getting up to head for the lunch line. A few minutes later, she returned to the table with a plate full of fries and ketchup. Clyne took a look at it and asked her in surprise.

[b]"That's all you eat for lunch?"[/b]

[b]"Yup. Nothing else is really good anyway,"[/b] she grinned, eating a few fries. She opened her book and started quizzing herself with Clyne as a few more of her friends showed up, but there was no sign of Syrus until after she had almost completely finished her tray. [b]"Hey there you, I heard you ran off all of a sudden. I was afraid you weren't going to come back!"[/b] she smiled when he finally walked in. She leaned forward in her chair and rested her chin in her palms as he sat down.

[b]"Heh, nah. You kiddin' me? I only had half a sandwhich and a few fries, I can still eat a horse,"[/b] he replied, attempting to steal some of Clyne's pretzels. When he failed, Monique gladly shared what was left of her fries with him. When she was told that Aizen, a girl she had never spoken to, but seen before, would be joining them, she felt jealous. But when she realized she was the girl that Syrus had gone after to comfort, she got a little mad at herself for feeling that way. Nobody who got picked on by the 'bobble heads', as she liked to call them, deserved to be, and she was happy Syrus had invited her.

When Clyne invited another boy, who Monique had never met before though the others told her they had classes together, she was startled by Syrus' reaction. Though she laughed when Clyne beat the two boys to shut up, she felt guilty that he seemed so upset. She wasn't sure why, and decided not to think about it, to avoid getting a headache. The table was quiet, especially on her side, except for the voice of Clyne asking questions, and one or two voices of the others answering. While the others slowly got louder and more comfortable, with the exception of Syrus and Strom, Monique found herself lost in thought, something very uncommon for her during lunch.

[b]"What about you, Mo?"[/b]

[b]"Hmm?"[/b] she asked, blinking back to reality.

[b]"The question. What do you think about it?"[/b] Clyne repeated, raising an eyebrow.

[b]"Oh, um, I don't know..."[/b] she mumbled in response.

[b]"You weren't listening?"[/b] Clyne sighed. [b]"Wasn't this your idea, anyway?"[/b]

[b]"Yeah, um, you're doing a better job. You take over,"[/b] Monique replied. Clyne, unable to protest in time, watched helplessly as she stood up, grabbed her books and rushed out of the cafeteria. Outside, she repeated 'Thank you' under her breath for not tripping on her way out. She had only just started walking towards her dorm when she bumped into Aizen, tripping and dropping her books.

[b]"O-Oh! I'm sorry. Do you need help?"[/b] the timid girl asked quietly.

[b]"No, it's fine. Syrus and the others are still waiting for you in there."[/b]

Aizen, unaware of who Monique was or that she had been at the study group, watched in confusion as she continued walking away. When the green-haired girl and the cafeteria were out of sight, she finally stopped and took a few deep breaths. She had liked Syrus for quite a while now, and already he was paying so much attention to this new girl that it upset her, even though she didn't want it to. Aizen looked like a nice girl, anyway.

[b]"Okay, that's enough! Time to focus! Class starts soon. I'll just go to my room, switch out books, and go to class a bit early! Professor Algreis won't mind,"[/b] she told herself as she went. [b]"Then I can vent with Cissy,"[/b] she added, giggling a bit.[/indent]

[b]ooc ::[/b] DRAMA. xD Enjoy. :P[/size]

[Riku]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]OOC: Omg, Engel, that was really artistic in such a short post. Would you mind if Aizen was that girl? :D

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Aizen quickly ran into her dorm room and changed into her regular outfit: a flowy silver and light green shirt, a short denim skirt, and a pair of black leather boots. She slowly walked over to her full- length mirror and looked at her attire, embarrased at what she had actually put on herself. [B]"I can't believe mom actually made this for me,"[/B] she thought, spinning around the mirror a few times to see if she was dressing a little too skimpishly.

Her mother had always loved to make clothes for Aizen ever since she was little, making her frilly dresses or extra cute clothing... she always adored her little girl being so cute and gentle that she just had to dress her up like a little doll. ...But, that was in the past, when people never actually made fun of her and teased her...so, she was feeling kind of worried about it. But, she didn't really have anything else to wear, so without worrying about it any longer, she walked out of her dorm room and trotted towards the Cafeteria to meet up with Syrus and everyone else.

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Walking down the hallway, she accidentally bumped into a pretty girl with long black hair and quickly apologized, only to be greeted with the girl storming out of her way. It must have been her imagination, but... was she angry?

As she continued walking down the huge hallway, she noticed some guys looking at her and whistling as she faced them. She ignored it at first, until one of the two guys roughly grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him, pushing her onto a nearby wall. [B]"Hey, hot stuff,"[/B] the guy sneered, putting his face and bright blonde hair near her face, [B]"mind if I spank some of that ass you got there?"[/B] His black haired friend got closer, both of them starting to laugh.

[B]"Uhm... I um..."[/B] Aizen tried to speak, but she felt overwhelmed by the two huge men trying to seduce her. She then took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly, [B]"I...I have something to do right now."[/B] Aizen tried to get out of the boy's grip and walk away, only to be pulled back more harshly and slammed against the wall, her face whincing from the pain.

[B]"Oohh! I have something to do right now!"[/B] the black- haired boy mocked, then getting closer to her, his hands ready to do certian things to Aizen.

[B]"Yeah, come on... let's see what you got under that skirt of yours, little girl,"[/B] the other sneered, slowly trying to put his hand up her shirt.

She started to scream and cried for help, but in the empty halls, no one heard her fearful cry. The two boys started to feel her up, laughing evil as they were getting their cheap thrills until they heard someone coming down the hallway towards them.

[B]"Such gentlemen shouldn't treat ladies like cattle,"[/B] the young man said as he walked towards them, his hands folded across his chest.

Aizen recognized that voice and that soft blue hair: it was Kristos, whom she had seen a little bit in her Dance Class. She hadn't really talked to him, but she always admired him for his graceful dancing and gentle figure. She watched helplessly as he got closer to them, tears running down her flushed cheeks and her arms tightly pinned to the wall by the tall boy.

[B]"Oh great, it's everybody's favorite sissy, Kristos. What do you want?"[/B] the blonde boy finally replied, still holding onto Aizen with one hand while his hand up her shirt with the other.

[B]"I want you to get your hand out of her shirt and let the poor girl go,"[/B] Kristos replied sternly.

[B]"And what makes you think I'm going to do what you tell me to, huh, punk?"[/B]

[B]"I'm sure the Headmaster would like to hear how you two have always been 'feeling up' innocent girls every single day, hmm?"[/B]

And with that threat, the boy sharply swung Aizen towards him and gently licked her cheek, causing her to shudder and twinge at the action. [B]"Here, you can go f*** her yourself, dork!"[/B] he then replied, throwing Aizen in Kristos direction, causing him to catch her before he fell. The two boys laughed and walked away, pleased with themselves of what they had just accomplished.

Kristos gently stood himself and Aizen up, trying to see if she was alright from the current incident. [B]"Are you alright, Miss Skye?"[/B] he quietly responded, remembering that she was in his class, but always quiet and meek.

She looked down at the floor, trembling a bit, but not answering.

[B]"I know that this must be very overwhelming for you, but I..."[/B]

And then suddenly, out of nowhere, she covered her face with her hands and started to cry, surprising Kristos a little, but realizing that it was just natural.

Why was this happening to her? Was she that vulnerable that guys could do whatever they wanted with her? Would she always need to be protected by someone else?

[B]"There there, it's okay. I understand,"[/B] Kristos replied, gently embracing her in his arms and reassuring her with his gentle voice. He didn't actually know her that well, but he saw that she was a quiet yet gentle girl, a little like himself.

They stood there in the hallway, Aizen crying and Kristos gently holding her and tending to her sorrows.

~*~

OOC: Omg, I am so sorry... that was fluffy and mushy and everything. I just didn't know how to get Aizen aquaintted with Kristos, so this was the only way. I promise I'll do better posts next time.

Engel, I really hope this is okay for you. I think Kristos is so kind and sweet. n.n

OOC: NOO!! Kitty! You posted before me!! Okay... let's imagine this happened after Momo talkedto Aizen, alright? Imaginations, people!!! XD[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Doublehex]

[color=royalblue][center]Wednesday, The 33rd of Estembre; 6:21 PM[/center] Stretching his arms, Alex woke up with a yawn. He flexed his fingers in a lazy manner, which was his custom, before rising to his feet. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before he took a look at the trunk to see where his weapon was. He saw to his horror that it was missing. The pride of every Risk Breaker was their weapon; they trained with it every day, and every night; it defined what they were, it was a part of them. For a Risk Breaker to lose his weapon was to lose something of them. Where could it have gone? Alex had left it right at the tree trunk, right beside him! He remembered it precisely. What could of have happened to it? Did someone steal it? No, of course someone took it. Swords don?t have legs! Where could it have gone? Where? Or was the question who? ?Looking for something?? came a taunting voice. Fearfully, Alex turned around to see a bunch of last years, one of them holding his precious X-105. ?That?s mine?, Alex barely whispered. ?What?? the leader said, the daunting figure approaching Alex. ?I didn?t hear a word what you bitchy ass voice said.? ?That is my sword. Its mine.? ?Hear that gentlemen?? he said, turning to his subordinates, all who chuckled lightly. ?He says its his. Ya know Alex, let me tell you something. You?re a big weak ass good for nothing, ya know that? You won?t achieve anything here. Why don?t you just kill yourself ? hang yourself on the branch of that precious tree of yours ? and leave the sword as a precious goodbye gift.? Alex just gritted his teeth. ?Hard of hearing? Then maybe we should teach you something. Jarek over there, he?s a fire magi expert. He can burn that sword up real nice, you know what I?m saying.? No. ?Jarek, if you will do the honors?? The teen laid his hands on the weapon, and Alex could feel like he was having the same burns on his weapon. ?STOP!!? the boy protested. They just laughed. ?Stop it?.? He was on his knees now, wrapping his arms around him as if he was freezing. ?Please?stop?? ?If you want us to, kiss my feet.? Alex nearly threw up. ?What, you don?t want your sword?? Alex shivered. ?Kiss em.? He did as he commanded, his dignity shattered into a thousand pieces. ?Good boy. Now, I?ll keep your weapon?in one piece that is.? ?What? But you said that?? ?I changed my mind.? ?Bastard.? ?What did you call me?? ?Nothing.? ?Good.? The bully nodded to his men, and they began to walk off with Alex?s precious weapon. And all he could do was watch, to weak to do anything. ?I?m nothing. I?m nothing?? [/color]

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Kristos was shocked as he lightly held her in his stunned arms. He lost his chool and gently patted her shoulder, not knowing what to say. He realized that it must be making him look rather sappy and weak if anyone was looking, so he unwrapped his arms.

[b]"Gonna be okay?'[/b] Kristos asked softly and smoothly, pushing his hair back out of his eyes to watch it fall back into place. He pulled his jacket shut over the bandages. He'd been hurt in an accident two days ago and crushed several ribs. It still hurt when he breathed. However, he'd hid the bandages from his Dance and Combat teacher, wanting to keep up in the sparring and dancing to stay at the top of his game.

[b]"Y...ye...yeah, I think...I'll be fine."[/b] She spoke slowly, regaining her balance while leaning against the lockers. He recrossed his arms, before holding one hand out slowly.

[b]'Kristos."[/b] His voice was chool and smooth, and it wrapped around her senses and commanded their attention. Her cheeks flared red and she held a hand back out and shook it softly.

[b]"A-Aizen."[/b] She responded softly. He looked around and looked at her again. Kristos pointed to the people in the cafeteria waiting for her, his mostly uneaten food already taken by someone as their own.

[b]"Your friends are waiting. See you later...in dance class."[/b] He gave a short bow before he walked away, enjoying the effect he had on women. However, the way she pressed against him made him tingle and blush. He had a score to settle up anyway, and Kristos was quite sure where he'd see him. Taking off slowly down the hall, Kristos slid two small ice spears out of his palms, leaving them embedded in the skin.

Of the two men that were harrasing Aizen, one of them had been Kristos' "friend" that'd been stealing school supplies. He'd stolen a platinum-golden dragon pendant that Kristos held dear, and a ring with his birthstone in it. Stretching his long and elegant legs around a corner, he casually began to pick at his teeth with one of the cones of ice projected from his hand as he fired off a volley from his other hand.

His target barely whipped around to avoid it with a blast of air, knocking them the other way. As soon as the ice touched the floor, it shivered and moved to float around Kristos.

[b]"Oh, come on, you really think you can take me, Issac? Just give me my necklace and ring back and I won't have to kick your ass."[/b] Kristos yawned softly and stretched out, closing an eye and firing off another volley without waiting for a reply.

[b]"I'm not giving into a punk that's a year younger than me!"[/b] Kristos kicked off the wall to avoid a blast of air, replying by throwing the ice shard he'd been picking his teeth with right at Issac's heart.

Barely having redirected it, Issac was hit with fear as the cafeteria scrambled out to watch the fight unfold.

[b]"Fight, fight, fight!"[/b] Alex noticed that one of Issac's friends was holding a longsword, a X-105 model..[/color][/size]

[Lazarus]

The one holding the sword walked into a robed figure, and promptly bounced off, landing on his rear in an undignified manner.

"Watch where you're going, trash." Lazarus threatened.

The boy on the ground growled and leapt to his feet, his friends flanking him. "What did you say?" The boy hollered, his grip whitening around the hil of the sword. Lazarus eyed the weapon, noting the clumsy way he held it.

Lazarus's eyes slid past the fuming boy, and saw Alex crumpled on the ground.

Lazarus grinned. "I changed my mind. I'm glad I ran into you. Trash like you who need to devalue others to acknowledge their own existance..."

Lazarus fingered a deck of playing cards that seemed to materialize in his gloved hand, fanning them out.

"You don't deserve to live."

The boy holding Alex's sword screamed, a feral wordless sound, and raised the boy's sword to attack, swinging it downward to chop Lazarus in two.

One of his cohorts eyes widened as he was pulled forward, tugged inward towards the conflict and placed in the line of the swinging weapon. He struggled, but a wave of sudden nausea washed over him, and he fell to his knees, retching. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he lay still, shaking and groaning as a magical sickness wracked his body.

The boy swinging the sword had pulled his chop when his friend had been endangered, and turned it into a vicious thrust towards the Black Mage.

Lazarus stepped sideways, allowing the blade to knick his side.

"Hn. Got ya." The boy exulted.

Lazarus's unnerving grin never left his face. "No. I've got you."

The boy dropped the sword to the ground, and his eyes widened as a black mist seemed to rise from the ground around him. "N-no....S-stay back! Keep them away! PLEASE! KEEP THEM AWAY! STAY BACK!"

The boy was in hysterics, swinging his hands and legs at the mist, fighting something only he could see. Lazarus retrived the stolen sword, shooting a poignant look at the thrid boy, the fire mage, Jarek. The promise was clear. Interfere and die.

The returning message was equally clear. No way will I stand by and let you do this to my friends.

Lazarus grinned, and knelt next to Alex, offering the recovered weapon. "C'mon. Stand up, and teach this trash a lesson."

[Lionheart]

[SIZE=1][B]Advanced Elemental Magic II:[/B] Instructor Piro, Alfred ? Fire Elemental Instructor
[B]Advanced Support Magic II:[/B] Instructor Urasaki, Ichigo.
[B]Advanced History of Magic II:[/B] Instructor ? Morris, Arnold
[B]Advanced Combat II: [/B] Instructor ? Shavers, Guy

A gentle breeze awoke Leon from his sort nap. Out of all his classes, Advanced Support magic was his least favorite. Why would he bother himself with support magic? Though, he shouldn't doubt the instrcutors and went off towards the dorms to change clothes. As he was walking, shouts of "fight" could be heard from outside.

A large group in the cafeteria seemed to be circled around the fight (The crowd always wants to get a close-up on fights). Leon knew he shouldn't care about little fueds, but something told him to stay and observe the situation.

Though the crowd was blocking most of the area off, he could see well enough to know who they were. Issac, a punk who just seemed to want attention from everyone all the time and the other one was the student, Kristos.

Kristos had the skills to be a great soldier, but seemed to have his head wrapped around women. Some don't relize that Leon observes alot of the 'potiental' students around the school. It was good that people didn't seem to pay attention to him, so he could ease-drop into coversations.

It seemed the fight was more of a chess match. Each one would wait for their foe to attack and it was swift to their turn. playing chess will get yourself killed in live combat, one on one. As people began to back away, a shine caught his eyes.

One of the Issac's friends was hidding a knife. We're they going to jump into the battle? By the eyes of the weilder, he knew the plan. As he was pulling the small, yet dangerous weapon to attack, Leon striked. He rushed through the crowd without people even noticing and appearing right in front of Issac's group of friends. They seemed startled to find not only a student in front of them, but Leon out of anyone.

[B] "L-Leon...What?!"[/B] He dropped his knife has the group backed away.

"Why don't you just watch the little fight instead of joining in yourselves and ganging up on someone...That isn't very honorable." Leon cracked his knuckles as fear struck their eyes. "Now if you want to fight, I'll be your spar-mate." They shock all over as they raised their hans in defeat.

[B]"Naw...It's alright...Will just...Watch." [/B] Leon did a short approval nod and turned to the fight. Now that was out of the way, let's see what Kristos really does.[/SIZE]

[TheResplendent]

[font=tahoma][color=darkred]Kristos stared down Issac as the other students taunted Alex, the one that once held Alex's sword in his hand who was downed by the robed student layed still while the other 2 tried to make a run for it toward Syrus's table. Clyne eyed Syrus out of her corners and saw his eyes focusing on one of the running students.

[b]"Syrus, don't even think about it. Do not get involved!"[/b] Clyne pleaded. Strom finished up his lunch and laughed a bit to himself. The two students ran by, one of them tripping clear over Syrus's extended leg, the other tripping over Strom's.

The students got up and angrily confronted the two.

[b]"Who in the hell do you bastards think you are!?"[/b] the one yelled into Syrus's face. Syrus jolted up almost instantly and reamed the student down to the floor with a single punch. His friend saw this with shock, and tried to turn and run but Strom grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar and tossed him onto the adjacent table.

Kristos meanwhile pinned Issac against the wall and adhered him there with a few icicles created from his palms, creating a human like dart board through the loose ends of his clothing. He eyed the other 3 students who were involved.

[b][i]'Hm, that's quite interesting. Issac's little gang was always a bunch of weaklings anyway.'[/b][/i]

Some other students looked to get into the mix until the doors burst open and 2 representatives from the academy security ran in.

[b]"Alright! Break this up now! Put everything back where they belong!"[/b] one of the guards yelled, as the other one began to round up the downed students Syrus, Strom, and Lazarus took care of.

[b]"You weren't needed you know"[/b] Syrus said to Strom with a scowl.

[b]"I could say the same for you."[/b] Storm answered, dusting off his hands.

[b]"Ha, i'd like to see YOUR knock out punch."[/b]

[b]"Wow, would you two stop? You guys even fight after you beat people down together huh?"[/b] Clyne asked rhetorically.

Syrus walked over Alex who now held his sword back in his hands. The cafeteria slowly came back into order.

[b]"Hey, you alright?"[/b] Syrus asked, standing tall over Alex. He turned his head and eyed Leon out of his corners, wondering what his intentions were. He seemed pretty calm considering what happened. The guards left with the 3 students as they were taken straight to the headmaster's office. Issac still hung by his clothing, as he struggled to break free.

Kristos watched him and shook his head. He broke the icicles that bound him to the wall and let him down.

[b]"You still want to fight me? Then come."[/b] Kristos said, finding amusement in giving Issac a fighting chance.[/font][/color]

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Kristos smiled as Issac rushed at him with wind encircling his palm. This type of moment was what Kristos had been waiting for. Everyone thought it was rather like a turn based battle, if they hadn't noticed that kristos was judging the exact attack time for the most critical damage. Issac flew through the air at Kristos with frightening speed. He'd brought the fight into an empty area into the cafeteria, where a stage was. The crowd began to form again as Issac rushed Kristos.

However, he crashed into a pane of solid ice and fell on his back, cringing in pain. Kristos smiled coldy.

[b]"You all might want to back up before I do this. Then again, only those of you in my Ice class have ever even heard of it."[/b] Kristos allowed himself a little time in the limelight as Issac reeled in pain. The crowd took a step back as ice exploded from his palm, throwing up countless panes of ice all around Issac. He shrieked in fear, wondering what Kristos was about to do.

Kristos' face flashed up on one of the panes.

[b]"Surrender my stuff and everyone else's and I won't horribly mangle you. I could smash you, you little asshat, with this ability. You're a liar and a theif and a disgrace to this academy, along with all of your nobody friends."[/b] Issac looked torn. Everyone on the outside had heard the little speech of Kristos'. All part of the theatrics. Issac responded simply.

[b]"Hell no, you think I'm going to let a little fun house stop me?"[/b] Kristos smiled and the room shattered into thousands of ice shards. Kristos brought them all together and pulled out Zenjiga, covered in a blue tint of ice.

[b]'You don't deserve an honorable defeat like that, you little whelp."[/b] Kristos spat before rushing at the defenselss Issac with his blade raised high, ready to go for the kill.

He stopped right at his neck, drawing a tiny drop of blood and letting it flow down to the hilt. The whole crowd watched in suspense as Issac fell backwards, having fainted out of fear. Stooping, Kristos pulled out several things and held them up for the crowd, before taking back his own stuff and planting one foot on Issac's stomach lightly.[/color][/size]

[Lionheart]

[SIZE=1] After the guards broke up the fight, the fued didn't seem to quite. The battle took it's place outside, where Leon was earlier. It didn't seem much of a match, as Kristos took the win, but didn't go with the death blow.

Leon watched as he took back his own stuff, but it seemed Kristos wanted more from his wounded foe. He pressed his foot on Issac's gut as he coughed violently. He began to press harder when Leon stepped forward.

[B] "That's enough, Kristos. You've won the battle, let him burden on his defeat." [/B] The crowd instantly backed away from leon when he spoke. Kristos seemed surprised at first to see Leon and let go of Issac. The crowd, slowly began to fade away as the three were left alone.

[B]"I want to give him a beating he wouldn't forget."[/B] He answered at Leon as he spat. Kristos didn't seem to care if he was speaking to the lone wolf, Leon.

[B]"In real life battle, I expect you to kill him." [/B] Leon closed his eyes and turned around to head to his dorm.

[B]"Why did you step in? I saw you step in front of his friends earlier." [/B] It seemed Kristos had good vision as well. Leon turned his head slightly.

[B]"Does it really matter?" [/B] Kristos shook his head as Leon turned and left Kristos and his wounded foe alone.

Leon made his way to his dorm and fell flat on his bed. What surprises will the future hold for him? Why is he asking himself these kinds of questions? He sighed quietly and changed into a different clothing match, for more comfort. Not like like he was going to do anything in history of magic with instructor Morris. He sighed once again and left towards the classroom, alone.

The class was empty, (with only afew students) , as he made his way back of the class, instructor Morris paid no attention to his apperance, not even a look. The instructor went straight to his lesson as Leon gazed at the window. He knew the information, he lost count of how many times he has given the same lesson. Their point. to cram it straight into our heads.

He slowly started to remember the three that stepped in after he stopped the gang in the caferetia. Syrus, Strom, and Lazarus, the students that stepped in just awhile ago. Each one, Leon kept a closer look at then the rest. Each have alot of potiental.

He didn't know why, but he could feel something linked between all of them. Also, something more with the one they called 'Alex'. He didn't seem the soldier type, but something about him grabbed his attention.

[B]"...It must be fate."[/B] He whispered silently to himself as he gazed at the window once again, this time wondering why the final exam couldn't come any sooner.[/SIZE]

[Tekkaman]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom looked on at Kristos in the hallway as he put one foot on Issac's chest - Issac fainting from fear of dying. Leon was seen trying to remove Kristos from his foe and they talked while the crowd finally dispersed. People were glad that the items were returned, the fighting had ceased, and the guilty party soon to be suspended.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"You see that, hotshot?"[/color] Syrus said, still next to Strom as he spoke,[color=indigo] "That's 'real' magic. Kristos summoned that blade from his ice concoction and almost made that boy, Isis, or whatever his name is, sh*t himself.[/color][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"Can you do anything to that extent?"[/color] Syrus finished.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom had forgotten that Syrus was still sitting next to him in the lunchroom as he saw multiple women try to latch themselves onto Kristos. Random Instructors heaved Issac to the infirmary. Strom could hear Issac moaning in the background, despite the women trying to swoon Kristos with their good looks and evident cleveage showing through their casual lunch wear.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=indigo]"I'm dying... Kristos... cut off - head gone... why..."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"Wuss."[/color] Strom said aloud as his eyes followed Issac's body being carried out by the Instructors. Syrus, however, seemed to think that Strom was answering his question with an insult.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"What was that, Rainbow?!"[/color] Syrus said, knowing he'd hit one of Strom's soft spots.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom absolutely loathed being called Rainbow by Syrus [color=indigo](Syrus had called Strom 'Rainbow' on several occasions since they were 14 years old in the academy)[/color] and Strom always got Syrus back for his name calling. This, coupled with the fact that they were equally competitive in their work ethics and training started the feud so long ago.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Getting Syrus back for name calling today was no exception.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom reached for his Kyndras with one fluid movement, his right Kyndra held at the ready by his chest, while the blade of his left Kyndra was pointed at Syrus' neck.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Syrus didn't flinch at the upcoming blade, but his face didn't look 100% convincing; a bead of sweat trickled down Syrus' face.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=indigo]"Oh my G -"[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Syrus threw his hand towards Clyne, ordering her to stop talking before she was to rile up more of a crowd than before. the last thing Syrus wanted was to get suspended with Issac and his gang right before Finals.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Clyne remained quiet but looked exasperated as she looked at the two boys before picking up her tray and walking off. Syrus spoke soon afterwards, calmly.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"What are you planning to do, Strom,"[/color] Syrus said, looking cross-eyed at the sea-blue blade inches from his neck, [color=indigo]"Stab me?"[/color][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom said nothing. He didn't blink, nor did he flinch; it was as if his mind had drifted away, leaving a empty shell.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Syrus needed to swallow. He was trying to stay cool but Strom wasn't even thinking about the question that had just been asked, considering his face. Syrus' adam's apple was inches away from Strom's deep blue blade - he was afraid that his swallowing could result in his neck getting punctured worse than Issac's.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom moved his Kyndra as Syrus swallowed dryly simoultaneously. He, Syrus, felt his insides squirm as he saw Strom blink after what seemed like forever.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"...Stop callin' me Rainbow,"[/color] Strom said, getting up, leaving his food behind as he walked off. He then placed his Kyndras back in their scabbards. [color=indigo]" 'cause next time, I just might slip up and 'really' stab you."[/color][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray][color=indigo]"...Is that a threat?"[/color] Syrus yelled at Strom.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom turned around in the lunchroom, now walking backwards to speak. He extended both his arms out as if he was invincible.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=indigo]"Now, Syrus, when have I eva 'threatened' you?"[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom didn't let Syrus answer nor look at his face as he turned back around and walked out the lunchroom.[/color][/size][/font]

[Doublehex]

[color=royalblue][center]Wednesday, The 33rd of Estembre; 6:21 PM[/center] With his blade in hand, Alex stared at the mess brought upon Isaac?s band. Most of them were either knocked out, or lying on the cafeteria tables, smothered in food, too beaten up to do anything. For a moment, Alex had a sense of joy come over him. But then, he looked down at the weapon he was holding, and he instantly remembered that he didn?t do a thing. After the black haired person retrieved the X-105 from Isaac, and gave it to him, Alex didn?t move fast enough in time to do anything. He couldn?t get his vengeance on Isaac. What a weakling he was. Ever slowly, he walked back to his dorm room, with no intent on coming out for the rest of the day. [/color]

Okay, I am aware that everyone is saying that its currently Lunch, but lets just work with me and jump-start it to 7ish. You guys can have dinner in the cafeterias, right?

Also, anyone can feel free to interact with Alex on his way to his dorm.

[Darth Vectis]

[SIZE=1]Asavar saw allt he events that had unfolded on the few students that had particiapted in this event, he watched as Kristos dominated that pathetic bully and how Leon had stopped him from doing what he was gonna do. He saw how he had stood up to him, spoke to him like the solider he was gonna end up being, the soliders they all were gonna end up being.

He also noticed Alex Glesen, a rather shy and timid young man who would probably be a greta fighter if he could tap his inner potential. He stood up from his crouch position and then made his down the hallway to Leons room, he rapped lightly on the door and entered. He then sat to one of his sides, out of his field of vision. He spoke in a low, yet gentle tone to Leon.
[B]
"That was a rather brave thing Leon. Standing up to Kristos with unwaining courage, its an admirable trait."[/B] Leon turned to look at him, then back out the window. He spoke as he continued to gaze outside.
[B]
"Not really, its just what should have been done. I'm suprise you didn't jump into the fight and try to stop him, or try to fight him. Knowing your rather outrages behavior when it comes to battle." [/B]Leon knew nothing of Asavars problem, but Asavar understood what he meant. He always got caught up in any battle that ensued around him, wheather it had already happened or was happening right before his eyes. He grinned and Leaon spoke again, still straing out.
[B]
"And I'm sure if you had that lance of yours you would have taken him on fearlessly."[/B] Asavars grin grew a bit and he chuckled to himself, he looked to Leon and spoke.

"Doesn't matter what I would do, I just do what I have been trained to do. I see battle I persue it and finish it, and if I did have my lance i'm sure a much dark side of me would have taken over and seen me through the fight. But, doesn't matter what could of happened, all that matters is what did happen." Asavar stood up and patted his friend on the shoulder, then disappeared into the hallway and walked towards his own room. He was pumped up and need to get rid of his adrenaline, so, he grabbed his lance and walked quickly down the hallway to the training yard.

He entered the training yard and quickly found a spot to himself, he then stod straight, his feet spread apart just a little, and his lance held out to his side. He then closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, the voices in his head talking out loud to him. Trying to break his concentration so one of them could break through his mental barrier and take control. He ignored them, kept his walls up and fortified them.

He then lifted the tip of his lance off the ground and began to swing it elegantly, not trying to power house his swipes and lunges and swings, but jsut trying to get a good flow. While still steadily increasing the speed of each movement, slowly making his moves more complicated then just swinging it. Spinning it slightly, then the spinning grew more fast paced and violent, but still maintaining its elegance and fluidity. Like seeing a panther stalking its prey, keeping its grace and beauty while still showing the power and violence behind its eyes.

His moves then started to institue his body movements along with his swirling and twirling blades, moving swiftly and effortlessly while keeping his lance moving and never letting his eyes move unnecessarily. He was slowly being consumed by his training, falling deeper and deeper into a trance like state where all that existed was him and his lance. Nothing else. Where he could move freely and bend all sorts of ways, bending backwards and landing on one hand with his lance held out then coming back to his feet, landing softly like a cat and quickly swinging and spinning his lance.

He lost himself in the moment, the beauty of mixinf two forms of exercise together helped his fighting style. Making him a much better killer when the time came, his unusual flexability, mixed with his swift and proficent use of his lance made him a torrant of power and speed. After a while of his fluid moving and twirling of his lance, he came bakc to reality. He was sweating, and breathing hard, he noticed it was dark and looked for a clock quickly. He saw it was about 7:11, he used his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow then walked back inside, he was mighty hungry and wanted to eat quick.

He strapped his lance across his back, and procceded down the hallway, the cool air from the hallways relax him and made him feel better. The cold air mixing with his sweat sent a comforting chill down his spine, he closed his eyes and forgot where he was when he bummped into another student. He looked quickly and saw a very familar person, Alex Glesen. He smiled as Alex looked down and started to apologize for running into him. Asavar smiled and flipped his black hair back, he patted Alex on the shoulder and spoke to him.
[B]
"Relax, its not your fault, I was the one not paying attention."[/B] Alex looked up for a moment and saw the shine come off the tip of his lance then quickly looked back down. Asavar raised an eye brow, but dismissed it and turned Alex around.
[B]
"Lets head to the cafeteria, i'm sure you are hungry. I know I am, and it never hurts to make a new friend."[/B] Asavar started pushing him in the direction of the cafeteria, ready to eat, and see what was on the mind of this shhy little student.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=1]
OOC: hope this is fine with you Lionheart and DoubleHex[/SIZE]

[TheResplendent]

[font=tahoma][color=darkred]Syrus sighed as he sat down beside Clyne and rested himself. Clyne looked over at him, confused as to why he just stood there infront of Strom. It didn't seem like Syrus, and Clyne knew when something weird was going on.

[b]"Um...Syrus?"[/b] She began to say.

[b]"That bum just dosen't get it does he?"[/b]

[b]"Huh? What do you mean?"[/b] Clyne asked, unsure of what Syrus meant.

[b]"Strom. He's too damn sensitive. As if i'd draw my weapon and start something over something so trivial. A fight between us would be a lot more damaging then that pansy warm up we just went through. If you think for one second i'd put my career at risk because of an uncalled for squabble, you are mistaken."[/b] Syrus said, standing up and stretching.

[b]"Wow...never took you to be so, well...noble."[/b] Clyne joked.

[b]"You knew ever since I came here, becoming a risk breaker has been the most important thing to me...I wouldn't actually TRY to jeopardize that."[/b] Syrus replied, a bit annoyed Clyne thought differently.

[b]"Well...you know you can be pretty damn unreasonable yourself when you get angry. I remember instances where it was you with your weapon to his throat..."[/b] Clyne said, trying to keep Syrus in check.

[b]"Hmph...the past is the past."[/b] was all Syrus said as he started walking off toward the exit.

[b]"Hey, where are you going?"[/b] Clyne asked, taking a few steps forward so she wouldn't have to yell.

[b]"Going to look for Mo and spend some time with her. She seemed pretty upset before. I don't really feel like studying anymore anyway."[/b] He said, walking through the double doors. After a few steps he ran into Aizen, she looked up and looked startled for a second before realizing who it was.

[b]"Syrus! H..hi."[/b] she said, still shaken up from the incident before. Syrus noticed her pale face and she was still shaking. His eyes narrowed as he put a more serious expression on his face.

[b]"Aizen...is something the matter?"[/b] Syrus asked in a concerned tone. Aizen looked into his eyes. She didn't want to say anything, she especially didn't want to look even more weak infront of Syrus then she already had before. Her voice was still shaky but she hoped that he would be convinced nonetheless.

[b]"N..no. I'm fine...really. I think i'll just go back to my room for a little bit..."[/b] she said, looking away from Syrus. Syrus steadied his glance toward her, took a deep breath and just sighed.

[b]"Alright then. I'll see you around then, right?"[/b] Syrus replied. Aizen nodded as he continued on his way. Halfway down the hall he turned around and called back out to her.

[b]"You should know...I know what people say. I may not be the most perceptive person but I can tell when something is wrong. Regardless of how I may seem, I do care. I'm here if you want to talk...and I still have to show you some javelin techniques, right?"[/b] Syrus said, hoping he could convince Aizen that he was trustworthy.

Aizen stopped in her place and smiled to herself. She wasen't really sure how to think at that time, but she felt much better knowing that Syrus was actually worried about her.

[b]"Yeah!"[/b] Aizen said with a nod and a smile. The two students continued on their way. Syrus really wanted to see Monique, he hoped she wasen't upset with him. At the same time he was concerned about Aizen. He couldn't get how timid and meek she was out of his head, he wondered if she really expected to become a risk breaker. He thought about how certain people liked taking advantage of girls like her...it enraged him to even think of it. But the last thing he needed now was a headache.

Stress rates were high, being close to finals and all. All Syrus wanted to really do now was relax. As usual, he put studying for history off till later.


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[Riku]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]Aizen watched Syrus walk down the hall until she saw him turn a corner and sighed. She didn't want him to worry about her anymore than he needed to and besides... she was probably worth molesting, anyway, helping boys get their cheap thrills off of her young body. She lightly looked down at her chest and wrapped her arms around herself, closing her eyes with saddness sweeping across her face.

[B]"I can't keep being weak like this,"[/B] she whispered to herself softly, [B]"I have to take a stand for myself."[/B]

She then looked out the window into the blue sky, sealing her resolve and heading down the corridor onto her next destination. She had wanted to thank Kristos for practically saving her life and seeing what an amazing feat he had done just a little while ago made her want to get to know him a little better and ask him to help her with her pathetic excuse for dancing. As for Syrus, she felt that was actually worried about her and wanted to ask him if he could help her out with her fighting techniques later on. [B]"Maybe I'll go ask him later today..."[/B]

Her voice trailed off, looking across the hallway where the incident happened, she remembered Kristos comforting and reassuring her in his arms. She held her hands close to her chest and slightly glowed red, remembering feeling safe and warm in his calm embrace. [B]"I'm sure he must have been slightly embarrased by doing that,"[/B] she said to herself as she continued down the large hallway, [B]"but I have to thank him for everything he's done."[/B]

She walked down towards the end of th hallway and turned the corner, hoping desperately to find Kristos and thank him for what he had done. After that, she would go to Instructor Shavers and ask him if he could help her out with her fighting abilities. She didn't want to live her life this way, meek and helpless... she wanted to change. She saw her friend, Alex Gleason, act happy and okay, but she knew he was lying because she puts that mask on all the time.

Looking for Kristos, she wondered if he had thought mildly about the hug too. Aizen meant to look for him only to thank him... but, was that just an excuse to see him again?

Did she actually grow feelings for him?

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