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Rodney & Zylon
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Rodney swung harder and harder, his attacks growing more and more harsh the longer it dragged on as a tinge of worry became more and more evident on his face. He hated having to hurt friends, but Kaspie had no right to put his bestie through this during their friendly little brawl! The system would never allow it! Rodney tried not to fault friends of his for not knowing things, they just hadn't been informed properly. He'd love to inform them himself, but the system often made friends of his uncomfortable and he hated that. Still Zy-Zy remained higher priority than Kaspie's physical well-being, and that became more apparent with how unrelenting his attacks became the more his bestie was put through, but even still there was a sense that he was trying to give Kasper enough time to slip out or put distance between them even in this scenario.

Zylon gave another disgusted groan as the murky edgy stuff continued assailing her. She had anticipated Kasper to stay stubborn even under Rodney's assault, and had expected things to drag on for a bit in this little stalemate of theirs. But even then she couldn't anticipated how... boring this was. Like, she knew on some level she was still sickened by Kasper's wavelength, but feeling sick for this long just got boring along with everything else. The eye on her weapon had stopped consistently wincing with disgust and had shifted to occasionally twitching as it glanced about the room in a lazy manner. She guessed they were technically doing their job, right? As long as this kid thinks his edgy thoughts were going to like, overtake her or something then he'd stay here away from his meister. That was the plan, right? She better get some extra credit for this.

She could withstand, but waiting for this brat to cave would get grating if she couldn't find something to do. She couldn't shift to her human form as undoubtedly everything would feel twice as garbage, so a mid-battle cigarette was out of the question. She couldn't trash talk some of the audience without getting an ear-full from Rodney, and that oaf could talk an ear off a-

Zylon's eye widened a bit before glancing towards her worried partner, still wailing away "Yo Rod."

"Don't worry Zy-Zy!" he called out in between punches "I'll have ya outta there in a jiffy-!"

"What happened yesterday night?"

The friendly fellow paused mid-swing as he glanced at his partner, then continued "Huh?"

"At the club, saw you dragging some guy off."

"Thought you didn't like talkin' 'bout my work?"

She rolled her eye "Look, I'm sitting here wallowing in this guy's angsty garbage of a soul the least ya could do for your bestie is answer my questions."

"Right right," Rodney's smile slowly grew again as he continued attacking "well buddy it... uh, was just another zealous music fan."

"Was screaming my name out pretty loud if I could hear it over the beats." She commented idly

"Yeah yeah!" Rodney agreed before halting in his assault to point at his own chest "Had a tat of ya right on his breast right around 'ere! I thought it was very devoted of 'em!"

"Well, haven't seen someone tattoo me on their chest before so I guess I'll give him points for originality" Zylon commented in between winces

"Oh it was very original!" Rodney chirped before chuckling to himself as he continued releasing bash after bash "He even had on the weirdest set of Zy-Zyy paraphernalia, I didn't even know they made that!"

"Probably don't, dude was probably some basement-dwelling stalker who gets hard over DJs, spends all his time making creepy stuff outta things he's been stealing from me and nothing else."

"Ya don't know that! I've seen plenty of average television fans make way more intricate paraphernalia for they's favorite shows and whatnot!"

"That's because fans of literally anything are nearly identical to brain-damaged sociopaths." Zylon groaned out "One second you're mentioning how bad one episode is on a forum, next thing ya know some fanboy's threatening to bash down your door with his own skull so he can make a tire-iron outta your spine."

"Bad memories, Zy-Zy?" Rodney tilted his head to the side and glanced to his partner as he sunk his fist into Kasper's body again before rearing back for another.

"More like hilarious ones."

The back and forth between the two continued as Rodney continued his assault.
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Maya turned red. Conor was still caught up in the heat of his last fight to even care about what the girls were saying. Besides, he didn't harbor any romantic feelings towards Maya. As pretty as she may be, he just met her and anything else would be a distraction. Those girls and their chanting was nothing less than a nuisance. What he saw, however, is that Maya was ate up with embarrassment over it, so his already-shortened temper was absolutely willing to put an end to it.

Conor turned around to those chanting 'kiss' and darted a concentrated, aggressive look in their direction. He lifted his hand with his fingers curled and allowed potent streams of Soul Force to arc between them like Tesla Coils--now that they saw his Soul Force anyway. With a harsh, gruff tone, he merely told them, "Enough." His wavelength died down and he turned back to Maya. It took time to suppress his Soul. It wasn't an on-off switch. Maybe with practice, it could be faster, but now it took a solid five or ten minutes to return his Released state back to his Suppressed one. Oddly enough, Conor felt naked without his Soul suppressed. Like a kid who always wore a hoodie.

"C'mon, Maya, let's go find that idiot, Taz," Conor told her, breaking the silence between them and leading her off now that the girls behind them were silenced.





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The fight was going nowhere, a stalemate between himself and the pair of them. Each and every second that went by; their scuffle became less and less interesting, Kasper could only do so much when restricted to fighting in such a small area; much less forced to fight against a Meister and Weapon combo whilst all by himself. If anything, despite having held back quite a bit, he felt he had given them a fair show of his abilities as well as Dr Macson, who he was sure was watching this fight from somewhere. A yawn escaped his covered mouth as he half heartedly continued with his attack, taking note of the momentary distraction of Rodney. It was clear as day that him and Zy were conversing, yet Kasper thought little of it; only thinking of what to do next. Though as he attempted to formulate his next move; a growing tickle obstructed his thoughts.

A strong spine tingling sensation began to pulsate from within Kasper, as if his body had fallen prey to the cold grips of pins and needles. Simply standing now was beginning to feel impossible, his body feeling weaker and weaker as the numbing feeling overcame him. His body was almost paralyzed in place; like a deer in the headlights he was vulnerable. Unable to do anything, Kasper's grip on Zylon begun to waver, the intensity of his own wavelength decreasing in potency as he took Rodney's hits in full force. Kasper could see and hear everything that was going on, yet even if he wanted to act in response to Rodney's continued assault, he could not. Simply put, Kaspers mind and body were out of sync; disrupted by the dreadful aura that loomed over his soul. In most cases people in this situation may have reacted in a rather fearful manner. Their expressions etched in fear as the cold beads of sweat slowly meandered down their faces; perhaps even watching as their lives passed through their eyes as they awaited the icy grasp of their demise, yet Kasper simply smiled; the purest of grins that carried no ounce of malice had appeared on his face, for he knew exactly what this feeling was.



"Gahahahahahahaha" he laughed, as he took the brunt of Rodney's punches, his body flailing around from every impact. So consumed Kasper was in this euphoric feeling, he barely registered Rodney and Zy anymore; his sole thoughts and motivations now driven around his desire to see the corrupted; to greet the temptress that had captured his heart so long ago. Yet, in his current predicament he would be unable to reach her; unable to grab what he had longed for and that was something Kasper would not tolerate. Putting aside his reasons for fighting Rodney, Kasper came to a simple conclusion; one where he could end the fight instantly.

A plan in place; Kasper's wavelength burst forth once more as the strength of his resolve grew, the punches he was still receiving now losing their effectiveness. A faint glow radiated around Kasper, as his eyes darted from side to side, scanning and taking in each and every little detail that he needed. The fight had been somewhat fun and a good way to let out pent up stress, yet every small and trivial interest would obviously be drowned out by the glow of something far more appealing. Making eye contact with Rodney for the briefest of moments, Kasper begun to put his plan into place, releasing his grasp on Zy completely and allowing himself to fall into the next attack.

Using the momentum of Rodney's attack Kasper allowed himself to be punched backwards, contorting his body in mid air to an almost fetal position as he begun to spin counter clockwise until he was right beside the cafeteria wall. Once close enough, he opened his body outwards, kicking off the wall to propel himself forward and over Rodney simultaneously cancelling all the transformations he currently had on before he landed on the ground behind the large Meister and his weapon. Now back in his neutral human form, Kasper patted himself down, dusting off the remnants of white powder that clung to his clothing as well as his hair.

"Alright Alright, You win. You fulfilled your assignment, you happy now?" he begun, raising his right hand upwards in a mock wave; not even turning his head around to look at him. In the first place, Kasper had very little to gain from winning this fight. To begin with, he had no interest in the fight at all, it was only due to Rodney's stubbornness that he had even relented and agreed to entertain the buffoon. If it was a fight that the professor wanted, then he sure as hell had gotten in. They fought, Kasper lost interest and Rodney won. Done and dusted, everyone was a winner. Surely, there would be nothing to get in the way of Kasper . "Congratulations, you can run along to the Professor now" he added, though now his tone was sarcastic, before beginning to walk towards the direction of Mina and Taz's fight.

His excitement growing with each and every step; the adrenaline slowly building up within himself the closer he got towards his desire.

"Mina... I'm coming for you" he whispered, his mouth retaining that grin from earlier.








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  • Maya Devereux






    Embarrassment opened the door to alertness as a familiar strong taste bombarded Maya's taste buds and in turn tore her away from the feelings of surprise and distress she'd been feeling to turn her attention once more on Conor. And as soon as both those eyes had swiveled their attention on the young soloist did she almost wish she hadn't turned to look at him at all. Conor's soul was like twenty or thirty oranges, three lemons, and one grapefruit all juiced and filled into one small glass, served with a giant block of ice.

    All and all, his soul was potent. So many different flavors, yet so unbelievably palpable. While Maya didn't know if those girls could sense what she could, she certainly knew from Conor's action that they knew it would be unwise to start something with him. Even if he'd been in a fight moments ago, no one was dumb enough to attack a kid who'd proven he could handle himself against a bunch of fighters and intimidate most of them into ceding.

    All three girls quieted down at Conor's request almost immediately, muttering something about being sorry for being so loud. As soon as his back was turned though one of them made sure to give him a dirty look as he and Maya moved along.

    Maya made no reaction to the girl's retort, she simply turned her attention back to Conor and obediently followed along now that she'd calmed. Somewhere by someone's watch time ticked on as the two moved onward. And somewhere, not far, Tazmuir and Mina were still fighting. Although judging from this atmosphere that Maya could feel, something had changed the air of things.

    Maybe it was the kiss? she pondered, once again allowing thought to take her away. And as those thoughts departed harbor, Maya continued to follow Conor along like a pup that followed their master. Once or twice she came close to bumping into someone within the crowd, a few seconds or so she'd lag behind Conor just enough to realize she was slowing down only to pick her pace right back up. It was consistent, a few steps slow then a quick boost back as they moved along.

    By the time the two had pushed their way up the crowd enough to get a good view of the fight, Conor and Maya had spent at least four minutes making it to the front with only enough time to witness Taz getting completely subdued by Mina after his strike failed to land.

    With a dull expression, Maya watched Mina subdue Tazmuir with what looked like overwhelming ease. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps Taz really was all just talk and less bite, really just barked more than he could chew. That thought however died instantly when she picked up on something coming from the center of the cafeteria where Taz now laid and Mina now retreated.

    An eyebrow twitched in agitation. Several seconds of silence swept through the crowd of students as everyone expected the upperclassmen to jump right back up on his feet and continue his attack on Mina, the only thing was after six seconds had went by...Taz was still laying on the floor. He hadn't moved an inch, he hadn't tried to get up, he was just laying there- staring at the ceiling. And with every second that went by, that feeling only a perceptionist could really feel, got stronger. And stronger, and stronger.

    A bitter taste, unlike Kasper's that had a sting to it, grew more powerful till it felt like the samurai had bit into four peppers at once. And before Maya even knew it, she herself was slightly growing a bit nauseous at the way this 'spiciness' wouldn't leave her mouth. The samurai couldn't help it as a bead of sweat began to form along her brow and she blinked to maintain her focus now shifting onto the braggart laying on the ground.

    Fingers gently pressed her lips as if to prevent anymore uneasiness from rising at this growing feeling kept surging. One question rose like the growing sparks now dancing away on her tongue kept Maya from retreating and she directed it all to Conor as her attention stayed on what she felt could be the source. "W-What...is this?"
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Mina's expression remained impassive as he did his worst, her head hitting the ground with a decent crack. Her cool facade fell for a moment, a small grimace flashing over her face before she recovered. A small amount of blood began to run over her face from her hairline. It was dark...unnaturally so. Almost black.
She chuckled darkly under her breath at her opponent's dilemma.
Poor boy doesn't get it. All's fair in love and war, and I'm the queen of both.

It was then that he mentioned Kapser, and all humor and calamity was drained from her face, along with the color. Her ghost white skin soon darkened with an enraged flush, her teeth bared in a dangerous snarl.
"You wouldn't dare," she bit out, her fists shaking with anger and...fear?

"You don't have the balls! Don't you touch my Kapser, he's mine. MINE, YA HEAR?! You little PRICK get off of me! Don't touch him!" She fought then like a wild animal, but despite her strength she couldn't move him.
Her instincts took over then:
She reared up, pushing him up for a brief moment, her teeth sinking into the flesh of his ear. With a sharp tug, warm blood sprayed over her as she ripped off the lobe, landing on the floor beneath him again with another hard hit to the back of her skull, a pained growl emanating from behind her teeth, which still held the chunk of his flesh. She spat it back into his face, grinning a bloody smile back at him with all the sass she could muster.
"Fucker, how'd ya like that?"
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Taz had been prepared for the moment her protests began. The tantrum, the shouting, the swearing. All of it, just a taunt to bring out that little twerp that had pecked him a good one so he could peck her right back. The only issue now was, maybe that taunt had been a bit too strong.

The moment Mina made her move and Taz prepared to dodge was the moment she took action. Like a puma leaping on its prey, Taz was ensnared by Mina's weight before he could even take a preemptive step back, she had taken a strong leap forward. And now that leap had him caught in her embrace. Without hesitation, she did the unthinkable, she did something Taz wouldn't have done even on the twelfth date, (doubtful) she-- was giving him a hickey?

And almost immediately if it hadn't been for the pinch Taz felt soon afterwards, he would've certainly soared into a higher degree of rage. At first he felt nothing but a tickle. A simple tickle and nothing more. It was both humorous and at the same time infuriating, sure he played games and messed around with opponents in fights but this was just bordering on completely ludicrous. The very fact that he'd allowed himself such humiliation at the hands of a girl who right now was acting more like a possessive little child made it even several times worse that he was now 'stuck' in her embrace. In fact it was so humiliating that it took an extra four seconds for Taz to release just how hard Mina was biting down on his ear. And when those seconds were up, a new sensation began to bubble in Taz's stew; pain.

When anger subsided enough, pain took over. It was at this moment, that tickle turned to a sting, and that sting turned to pain. Mina wasn't giving him so weird hickey- she was trying to rip his ear off. Imagine being pinched by someone who hadn't cut their nails in weeks, double that by that pinch being on bare skin, multiply it with that spot having nothing but a little fat and a ton of nerves. The sensation was like a thousand pinches from a thousand horrible nannies. And Taz both abhorred and accepted it. Without hesitation a leg slid forward so that Taz's foot was right behind Mina's now healing sprained ankle and without a second to waste as her tenacity grew with the force she bit into, Taz flopped his body backward using his height advantage and weight in Mina's bear hug grasp and tilted the two of them backwards they would land with her on the bottom and him on top.

If Mina attempted to catch footing, Taz's foot wood abruptly slam into hers at an angle that would not just push her foot off the ground and cause a loss of traction but also cause the two of them to continue falling at faster pace.

A grunt of pain, a grimace of anger and both Mina and Taz slammed harshly into the ground. And to make certain the back of her head hit the ground Taz utilized his herculean bod to double the weight on impact and make certain when back came first, cranium came second. That slam, forced Mina's grip on Taz's ear to release; blood and drops of red mixed with saliva finding freedom as his pain began to slowly subside.

Flexing both biceps as his arms came outward, Taz broke Mina's hold pinned both arms then legs down with both his arms and legs respectively, then before she could attempt another dirty trick like that again, the upperclassmen gave his new 'friend' a reward he'd sure she'd love. His forehead against hers. Divinity met mortality; Titanium met mahogany.

The sound of two skulls smacking together sounded and chilled the souls of five other students who visibly went pale at the glimpse of anger that now seethed in Taz's eyes, barely contained by his own conceitedly calm smile. "Just for that sweet cheeks, I'm going to beat the ever-loving crap out of Kasper now. Hell", he stated with a sultry grin as his left hand cupped her jaw to prevent any unnecessary 'love nips'- "I might even give him the bite you just gave me." And before Mina could even make a comeback a fist slammed itself into her cheek with enough force to leave a person mildly dazed.

Taz got up. He rose by using Mina's arms almost like a plank and hopped away from her completely just in case she decided to use those legs to hook him back in. The second he was in the clear, a yard away, the guy ran a hand through his black locks of heaven and ignored the stinging, slightly dripping sensation his now messed up ear was experiencing. Alcohol and bandages would fix that, when he was done with that little demon from who knows where only the heavens knew what could fix them.

Deep breath in, exhale slowly. Taz moved only a foot in Mina's proximity. Enough for him to see her, her to see him if she tilted her head back, with more than enough space for him to make a reaction."Mina, cutie pie, I love ya.[/FONT" He said with a rather well feigned smile despite the pain his ear was still giving him. "But, well, I need you to go away for a bit. Its not you-- well, actually it is you. I think, but its the other you I need to punch. Not the you you. Ya get what I mean?" It was rhetorical.

"So if ya don't mind. Why don't we let that 'other you' come out to play. Hm? Okay? For sweet Tazzy Razzy. Otherwise,"a hand pointed somewhere in Kasper's ever approaching direction vaguely."I will, kick your ass. Then" his smile brightened just a bit, "I'll kill Kasper." And to make it all the more sweeter, both Taz's eyes bore right into Mina's own with a feeling that not only showed how much pent up anger he held inside, but with enough feeling that it felt like he actually meant what he said, even if his words meant the exact opposite.

To her, he was telling the truth. But to Taz, he couldn't care less whether or not Mina herself was affected by his words. Frankly he didn't understand why she saw Kasper like some prized object and honestly it kinda sickened him since he wasn't sure yet if it was genuine affection or complete desperation. Yeah they'd shared a sweet moment in the ever entwining embrace of his amazing dance moves, but Mina wasn't his target- not anymore. Misa was. She'd given him an experience he'd never asked for, done it in a way that not only brought up something new but returned confusing feelings he'd thought he'd killed so long ago with his bare hands. But what really drove the nail, was that she'd done it all in a way that felt like a personal attack to his own damn dignity. Something that aside from his skills, and the few friendly relations he had, was the most important thing to him. Maybe even more important than his own life.

Again, he was blowing all of this out of proportion. A kiss, so what? Suck it up. Again, his dignity but even more his curiosity were hooked on the fishing line. Dignity alone wasn't what drove him, it was also a task to confirm something. To see if Mina was, what he was starting to think she was.

So it was only natural he push her to her breaking point. Apologies could come later, slaps and nut punches possibly, apologetic hugs a sure maybe, figuring out if Mina was one of those experiments- came now.

"So," Taz said in a sweet voice that betrayed the emotions he really felt. "You gonna call her? Or do I need to make her come out?."




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Rodney Stumbled forward a bit once Kasper let go, blinking a bit before glancing behind him to the pony-tailed boy. Zylon released a small sigh at the sudden lack of disgust, but still lazily shifted her gaze until it was on the boy as well.

"We...won?" Rodney began slowly as their quarry began walking away

"Eh, one of ya had to fold anyway." Zylon said with a stretch "But did the prof say anything about what to do if this happens or-?"

She was suddenly dropped by her master, eye going wide as she shifted to her human form so she could land on her feet instead of her head. The reason why she had been so quickly released becoming evident as her Meister raised both of his arms high a bove him and began hopping from one foot to the other.

"We did it, Zy-Zy! We's got it all tidied up we did!"

Before Zylon could scold him for his actions an overwhelming cheer of support came from the crowd around them. It seems that the spectators were hoping for this outcome as well.

Zylon barely had time to react as the surrounding wall of Rodney's friends charged towards them whooping and hollering, many moving out of Kasper's way as they rushed to congratulate the victors. For some reason victorious trumpets began playing in the background as she and Rodney were swallowed by the mass of unabashed support.

Hoisted above the heads of the crowd Zylon immediately began casting unamused glances into the surge of allies, glancing to the side showed that they'd even managed to lift Rodney's massive weight up high in order to congratulate them. The massive student seemed to take it in stride.

"We can't believe it here ladies and gentlemen, but after such a grueling battle, it seems that the people's champion wins by concession!!!"

Zylon jerked her head to the side and spotted two students outside of the crowd standing in what looked like a cardboard box, both of them holding their phones to their mouths and gesturing wildly while speaking into them. Were those... announcers?!?

"Good show I say, after the legendary stand off brought the audience to the edge of their seats. The foull-mooded fillanderer was finally forced to give in to the unrepentive power of mutual team stability!"

"I don't think I've ever seen something like this before! Like watching a half naked mole rat talk a shirtless scorpion into submission with sheer linguistic prowess!"

"Witness the power of friendship and snark winning out over the power of abdominals and ponytails, right here on Fortress Frenzy-X!"

"And now the victors, Zylon the Hooded and Rodney the Round shall bask in the glory only true warriors are deserving of."

"Yes as the crowd hoists them away like an ocean of condensed compassion whisking away precious shells to the comforting grasp of the deep!"

"How ominous!"

"How unnerving!"

"How Exhilarating!!!" the announcers shouted together

Zylon couldn't tell if she was getting more used to the odd bunch that Rodney seemed to associate with himself, but before she could ponder the presence of the announcers she was suddenly placed back on the floor besides her partner, who was still jumping up and down in excitement.

"Dude," she asked as several began taking photos of them "did you know any of this would happen if we won?"

"Not at all!" Rodney exclaimed before folding his hands together and sniffling "But just ta know that my pals are willing to go this far for me!"

"Whatcha think they'd do if we ate it out there?"

"Hopefully go from a congratulations party to a condolences party!" Rodney said before clapping again, stopping only when a rose fell into his hands

Both he and Rodney paused at the sudden flower, until more were tossed at them.

"Roses?" Zylon raised one in front of her and gave it disbelieving look "Really?"

Rod on the other hand was already whole-heartedly accepting the gratitude, blowing kisses and waving to the crowd as they showered him with roses.

Zylon finally couldn't take any more when someone pulled a sash down around the large boy's head, a crudely stitched 'Winner!' plainly visible on the front.

"Thank you!" Rod cheered out to the sounds of applause before accepting a nearby bouquet of more roses, taking a nearby offered handkerchief to blow his nose as tears of happiness came from his eyes "It was all for you guys! All of it! All of-!"

He was halted from thanking the crowd when a familiar foot shoved itself into his mouth mid-sentence and yanked him down.

"Rod?" Zylon asked as she brought him down eye level to her.

The friendly fellow blinked before speaking through the invading foot shoe "Uh-huh?"

"Did the Prof ever say what we're supposed to do once we win against one of those two or-?"

"Oh muh gush!" Rodney exclaimed before pulling his weapon's foot from his mouth and standing up suddenly "I never gave them the address to the restaurant!"

Immediately he turned and began politely pushing past his pals to go after Kasper, bouquet and all.

Zylon shook her head with a casual grin "Heh, just when you think there's a break with him." she sighed before casually following behind him.

"What is this?!? Where are they- They're going after Kasper!"

"People you can see it here, Rodney is in hot pursuit of his shirtless quarry! Zylon on his heels looking as nonplussed as ever!"

"Hold your breaths ladies and gents, for we may very well get to see a bouquet of rose used in a bloody battle!"

"Not since the riot outside of the Farmer's Market have I ever seen a man hold roses so threateningly! We'll cut back to some quick commercials for now, until then stay tuned on-"

"-Fortress Frenzy-X!"


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Not even the blaring noise of these 'wanna-be' announcers could distract Kasper from his goal, their nonsensical drivel having little to no affect on the dark haired boy's overall demeanor. They could scream, shout and cheer as much as they wanted yet in the end, it would all amount to nothing but background noise that went in one ear and out the other; a buzzing sound not worth paying a single iota of attention to. The only good thing that resulted from their attempt at 'lightening up the mood', was the fact that the group of 'sheep' had began to part ways and give him a direct path towards Mina and Taz's fight. If the peons wanted to celebrate a fight that held no value and was nothing more than a farce, than so be it. Kasper had no interest in their desperate need to glorify and celebrate something so meaningless.

With every step Kasper took, the more Kasper's soul began to resonate with the drastic changes in Mina's own. Every spike she experienced was like an injection of ecstasy for Kasper, his body tingling in lust and excitement at what was about to come. This was a level of euphoria that he had only experience a few times before and never with this level of intensity. Mina's madness, her change in demeanor and psychotic nature were all a drug for him; he was addicted to this side of her and would forever crave more of this darker and uncontrollable persona of hers. Unaware of the approaching Rodney, Kasper was gradually being lulled into a daze like state the closer he got to his meister.


Slowly but surely, the closer Rodney got, the quicker the bouquet in Rodney's hand began to shrivel and lose their color, the once crimson red petals that adorned each flower now fading into a pathetic shade of brown. Students that had remained on the outskirts of Rodney's celebrations had begun to feel a wave of nausea, their souls unable to maintain their composure the closer Kasper approached. Simply put, their hearts and souls were being overpowered, faced with the overwhelming difference between the intensity of Kasper's own soul and the vulnerability of theirs. Many of the students begun to back away, their hands clasped tightly against their heads as they tried in vain to rid themselves of this feeling of dread that undoubtedly loomed over them, though like a snake wrapped around its prey, it would be nigh on impossible to escape the cold grasp of fear that had taken hold of their very core. Many of the students had begun to experience breathing difficulties, some even collapsing on the spot, brought to their knees as Kasper walked by them; not even acknowledging the students who were clearly in distress.

Does a man show remorse for the bugs he tramples upon?

Their inability to remain composed was not worth his concern nor was their struggles worth any of his time. Simply, they were weaklings that had allowed their fear of Kasper to gain a foothold in their hearts, to weaken the foundations of their soul and cause them to waver and falter when forced to deal with a much stronger aura. Fear loomed over; the fear born from the darkest recesses of their minds and brought to life by their own imaginations, twisting their impression of Kasper to the point where they saw him as nothing more than a beast. This 'fear' they felt played with their more primitive side, an animalistic instinct that humans have had for generations yet forgotten with the passing of time. Like any entity in the hierarchy of life, Humans were still part of the foodchain, it was inevitable that they would eventually fall prey to a much larger and stronger predator. What they were feeling was simply the fear of looming death, the slow and cold sensation that any prey animal felt when confronted by their demise. Presently, Kasper was anything but his usual self, the show he had put on earlier a mere appetizer when compared to his current state. Kasper was far removed from the five senses of mankind; he was moving purely on his instinctual desire, controlled by his inner greed and lust for the power that radiated in the darkest crevices of Mina's inner soul. Unlike the anger and hostility he had shown earlier, that seemingly lashed out at everyone and anyone for little to no reason, the current state of Kasper was far more subdued, far more in control and it was this control that gave him a far more dangerous feel. Kasper now had a goal in sight, a desired prize that was well within his reach and he would be hell bent in punishing anyone or anything that showed even the slightest inclination of getting in his way.

Drool had begun to pool down the side of his face the closer he got to her, his mouth wide open in a stupidly wide grin. Like the dying roses in Rodney's hands, which by now had wilted to the point where the petals began to turn to dust and scatter between his obtuse fingers, anyone that dared approach Kasper would find themselves at death's door. He cared not for the lives of those stupid enough to get in his way.

Soon enough, Kasper was within close proximity to their fight, standing amidst a group of students that were grasping at various parts of their bodies, clearly in discomfort. His eyes immediately fell upon Mina, the blood that stained her mouth doing little to change how he currently felt.

"Beautiful.. absolutely beautiful" he simply muttered, entranced by that crazed expression that adorned her face. ​



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Mina groaned in pain and pleasure from the hits before spotting Kasper approaching.
"Kasper," she gasped, her voice little more than a breathy moan. All tension seemed to drain from her body and she smiled, a sweet, blissful smile. She gently reached out for her weapon, beckoning him forward with a look heated enough to melt led. Her pink hair was spread out beneath her like a halo, smudged with droplets of her's and Taz's blood. She licked the aforementioned liquid from her lips as well, her focus entirely on her weapon who came ever closer.
"Kasper," she murdered again, still a lazy tone to her voice, "he's going to kill me." she frowned, "Would you miss your Mina?" she drawled, before turning back to Taz, her crazed expression slipping back onto her face, "Here she is, love, in all," she crawled forward, slowly standing, her legs shaking as she regained an eerily straight posture, her body loose and light and she moved towards her opponent. She learned into him, the sweetly sickening smell of blood on her breath, "...her glory."
She cupped the sides of his face, "What do you want, hm?" she asked, studying his face, "You've proved yourself, whatever it is. ask it of me." she purred, her body seemingly wrapping around his, not quite suffocating, almost comforting. Her lips brushed over his, "Another kiss, mm? Are you so deprived, Tazmuir...?"
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Only one word could ultimately describe how he felt right now; Disappointed. For all the hype and expectation that Kasper had nurtured within himself, to see the end result of all his lust amount to something so revolting had left a rather bitter taste in his mouth. He had expected carnage, the sight of the pompous self entitled dullard writhing on the floor in pain as the uncontrollable behemoth that was Misa's alter ego continued to beat down on him. Yet that was simply not the case, the sight presented before him a stark contrast to his expectations and to put it simply, a disappointing turn of events, though it wasn't only the fact that she had yet to pulverize the little turd that had left him crestfallen. Kasper was disappointed in himself, all his invested time and interest in her resulting in such an undesired outcome. If this was really all the 'power' her darker side could amount to, Then it would only be a matter of time before Kasper would completely lose interest in her; forsaking her alongside the other countless individuals that he had long since forgotten.

Kasper glanced upwards at the sight of them, his soul twisting in discomfort as he watched them converse with one another in such close quarters, his thoughts falling back on the question she had asked earlier, though whether it was directed at him or at Taz, he did not know.

If 'this' Mina's question was truly directed towards him, then presently there was only one obvious answer. "No" his voice soft and his tone calm, betraying the dark and swirling aura that pulsated around him. It was a sincere response, an answer to her question and the truest reflection of how he currently felt. Prior to seeing all this, Kasper's honest answer would have been the complete opposite. There was many things about Mina that Kasper could have done without, but ultimately there was one thing he wouldn't ever want to let go of, and that was having her company, to know that despite all his own flaws, there was someone who accepted that. Though if her current state and willingness to throw herself onto someone else was anything to go by, then perhaps it was better to isolate himself once more, to accept the cold embrace of solitude. After all the ever welcoming arms of isolation meant that nothing could ever be taken away from him again.

Sighing and reaffirming his answer, Kasper looked back towards their direction, his mind deep in thought. 'if this is really who you are... if this is all that your darker side truly is.. then No, I would not miss you at all' This Mina or whoever she was, was neither the crazed Harlot he had fallen for; the beast that frightened as well as excited him, nor was she the passionate sweetheart that clung to him; someone whom he would openly ridicule and chastise, yet secretly enjoy having her by his side. Had they been the ones to ask him, then his answer would have been different.

No, this person standing before him was neither of the two Mina's that he had liked. This person standing before him was nothing more than a disappointment. A poor mans characature of the woman he had accepted to be his partner. If this was the real Mina; then it was clear as day that Kasper had misjudged her from the beginning.Still, all that being said, Kasper still did not like the idea of having someone else take from him. To see the woman with whom he had spent most of his time with, so easily clinging onto another guy in such close proximity did frustrate him. Perhaps his pride could not accept seeing another man 'take' from him, perhaps he was jealous of seeing her wrapped around him or perhaps it was something more sentimental, something that Kasper had experienced several times before and feared having to see again. Whatever the real reason was, Kasper was certain of one thing. He wanted to hurt Taz, he wanted to punish this filth for over stepping his boundary, to put the vermin back in its place.

A growing urge was building within him. His long term concerns regarding the future of his partnership with Mina was currently overshadowed by his current desire to ultimately 'break' Taz. ​




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Muscles tensed, body went nearly rigid. His plan had worked. It had worked perfectly. Stranger danger was here.

The upperclassmen made no movement as Mina approached. His smile had disappeared in the embrace of Mina's hands as they cupped his cheeks- and now all that remained was a simple casual stare as he gazed into those eyes. Those dark, dark eyes. Eyes that had once held a light- now filled with nothing but desire.

Yup Taz was certain. 100% positive. There was no doubt now. This person here and Mina herself were separate personalities. Different people entirely in one body. Split personalities might be one reason-- the more logical one. The more sensible. But unlike the others, Taz had seen it. And like Kasper he knew now, Mina was one of them. She had black blood. All those rumors, all those suspicions he'd had- confirmed. And this person, this individual- this temptress was the source of it all.

Through her stumbling approach, Taz had dropped his guard. It was clear even now his guard was still down but his attentiveness to the situation at hand was up. He knew if the temptress tried something right here, especially with his head in her hands and her so close, he couldn't do too much to block her. He was the thing that got caught in the trap and his assailant was bearing on him as we speak.

The only problem was, his assailant had no idea just what kind of beast she'd caught in her net.

Reasoning and thought derailed at the pungent scent that wafted its way into his nostrils and sent a burning sting through his nose. Taz knew it well, that familiar burn and that even more familiar smell. He'd smelt it before as a kid and he'd dealt it as well in both training and mission. If the scent of blood was strong before, then it was intense now. The upperclassmen as usual ignored it. He focused on what his temptress was saying. What she wanted, because from her own words he could get whatever information he'd want from her. Whatever he'd need. And all he had to do was ask.

Ask one single question. A question that never got told.

"Are you so deprived, Tazmuir...?"​

It was an interesting question. And a question, Tazmuir knew the answer to but at the same time still stumped him. But an even better question was, did he even care anymore? Come to think of it -Taz's eyes scanned The Temptress's- when was the last time he'd been held in a way that didn't mean life or death? Right now, there was no bloodlust. There was no killing intent, there was no anger, rage, or desire to inflict wound or scar. There was just desire and some other need that filled those eyes. And in many ways it pissed him off that he wasn't responding when better judgement and experience told him to distance himself and not just stand there like a dolt as the enemy embraced him in such a 'loving' manner.

It pissed him off just as much as it had pissed him off when his body had refused to move from the moment that 'kiss' had happened.

Maybe it was the comfort. The comfort from someone that wasn't his superior in rank or authority, from someone he didn't know on a personal level that cared, like his master and master's partners-- the comfort from someone within or close to his age group was alien. Was strange. Was...awkward. Was suspicious. Might even be a lie for all he knew or could observe. Humans were fickle ever shifting beings. They could love you one moment, then wish for your death the next. Mother had taught him that one, aunt and uncle had whispered it to him before departure. And one thing Taz knew, was his personality tended to rub people the wrong way. He was aware and did not flying care what anyone in this school- student wise thought of him or his attitude. His superiors however were there to give him advise so if anything at best he'd heed their words. His mentor and his mentor's partners were on a whole deeper level entirely.

Something not many considered, was the assassin division of DWMA agents were meant to be solemn, level headed and display a sense of composure that was meant to be maintained especially when death was meant to be dealt to a target on the Shinigami's List. Sure, the great Black☆Star had gotten away with it most of the time with how he took care of missions (most ending in failure from what history had to say of the past) but the principle of the Assassin Arts was still there. And right now, this temptress was making Taz break one of those rules. She was making him slowly lose his cover. And that alone was enough to make Taz consider this temptress and maybe even Mina in a new light if she had the strength to keep someone like this under lock for days on end.

Tense muscles, slowly relaxed. Taz had got his answer, he'd got what he'd needed- now there was no longer any need to continue this charade. Kicking back the anger, the comforting embrace, the brush between lips, all with both eyes being closed as 'she' waited. To him it was all a lie, a ruse or some means to an ulterior motive. The temptress was his target, Mina was not. But perhaps to that kid that been wondering the streets of China- snot and tears, this was something even if it was short-lived and a lie, was something kid Taz wanted to hold on to for just a few seconds longer.

Those few seconds were interrupted when Taz's guard immediately went back up. He sensed something. Something he'd been vaguely paying attention to. A power spike. A rise in someone's wavelength-- eyes casually moved over to the source of growing breath and Taz's eyes locked with Kasper's. From the look in his eye and the way he was looking at him, Taz could tell the chickpea wanted to kill him.

The concept was laughable. Hilarious really. This assassin had received his fair share of death glares, one from his own mom, another from a bully of his past, multiple from his own master, several from the two teachers, and even more from past partnerships gone wrong. A little fit, wasn't going to change his target- and it certainly wasn't going to make him consider Kasper a threat.

Disdainfully, but normally, Taz's eyes turned away from the hissing baby, and moved back to the temptress before him. It seemed he'd made two enemies. And it seemed the crowd was now waiting with halted breath to see what he'd do.

A bitter smile touched Taz's lips. Perhaps there was one thing the temptress could do. Maybe two things even if she really wanted (not that there was much a choice in the matter). "I want you to one- tell me your name." A gentle push away. "And two, to fight me with everything you've got. So that way- when I beat you down, I won't feel too bad when Mina comes back." And just to spite Kasper and really get his blood boiling, Taz tilted Mina's head up just a bit and pecked her nose before walking away. If Kasper felt like he was stealing something precious away, then the little doofus better be prepared to fight him if he ever wanted to get what he wanted.

With the distance made, a yard or so apart, Taz's anger subsided and his grin returned. "Alright then. Last round. Final fight, winner takes all. Temptress- show me what you got. And you--" he said pointing at Kasper with that conceited grin he just looooooved. "If you wanna get bitchy, I suggest you come out here and face me when I'm done with your girlfriend here. Now then--" a hand outstretched just between the two of them, a wink and one large shit eating grin. "Come at me."








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Mina grinned.
'Everything falls into place, doesn't it, pet? The puppets move however their strings are pulled.'
Mina shook her head, her face scrunching as if she was in pain for a moment.
Memories of a woman long dead...
She shoved Taz back with all of her strength as he moved to leave her, adding distance as she was standing between Kasper and he, another one of her face splitting grins appearing, accompanied by manic laughter.
Yes, my sweet puppets. Dance for me.
Mina looked at Kasper, her gaze crazed, in the way she knew he liked, the deep red in her irises pronounced and shocking.
"Kasper, fight with me," she commanded, licking her lips before pursing them, "We'll paint the walls with his pathetic blood."
She offered him her hand, watching him intently, her expression keen.
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  • ‘Paint the walls red with his pathetic blood’ Kasper liked the sound of that, the intensity behind those words helped to maintain Kasper’s former interest in Mina’s darker side; the side that reveled in pure chaos. The little turd could grin as much as he wanted and bark as loud as he needed and none of that arrogant bravado would amount to anything. Being the bigger man, Kasper maintained his gaze upon his Meister, ignoring Taz’s attempts to ‘bait him’ into lashing out. Kasper already knew first hand what he wanted to do, and he didn't need anyone to manipulate or bait him into taking action. Simply, Taz had already done enough to warrant Kasper’s wrath and attention, furthering his attempts to incite Kasper was just pointless.

    Almost uncharacteristic of himself, Kasper took a half step backwards leaning forward so that his head was hung low and facing the ground, right hand raised across his waist as he bowed towards his Meister. “With pleasure” he replied, raising his head upwards and revealing a large sinister grin of his own. Though appearing to be obedient, Kasper was anything but, deciding to mock the whole ‘knightly’ connotation that his present pose alluded to. This was not Kasper following her order, it was simply the young dark haired weapon, choosing to play along; his short term desires aligning with Mina’s present goal and so long as Kasper and Mina’s goals aligned, he had no problem cooperating with her; fighting alongside her as they created havoc.

    Radiating around Kasper, a dark glow began to emanate from himself; trails of smoke rising from his exposed body and clouding the air around him in a cloud of grey. The students that remained in close proximity to where he stood were now feeling the effects of his soul first hand, their bodies writhing in discomfort as they coughed and hacked away, desperate to breath fresh air but only managing to taste the bitterness that was Kasper. Their struggles only intensifying as the black cloud that swirled around Kasper continued to grow thicker. Those that were unfortunate enough to ingest the swirling energies found themselves confronted with the shadowy silhouette of their own greatest fear.

    A large bright glow exploded from within the mist, the abyssal black blade that was his weapon form, manifesting itself in the center of the fog; the sounds of chains clashing against metal ringing through the room followed by the deep powerful breathing that reverberated through the skulls that emblazoned his blades side.

    “Shall we?” came the deep and almost demonic voice, as Kasper’s chain snaked its way along the floor, coiling and slithering its way up Mina’s body and eventually wrapping itself around her forearm. A simple tug, and Kaspers blade would fly through the air.

    Mina watched her weapon, feeling something akin to pride blooming in her chest. He was a mirror image of herself in that moment, a glorious instrument of destruction and terror, ripe for the slaughter that was to come. It was in moments like these that she wanted him most, and knew she possessed him. Within her were two girls with two separate identities, mixing like their blood. Mina watched him with fear, but unconditional love for her Kasper; Misa watched him with lust and amusement over his enthusiasm for her dark nature. They were a match made in heaven; yin and yang, the alpha and omega of all things. In that moment, her wavelength spiked tremendously, an inky black aura seemingly seeping from her form, silhouetting her in spiraling tendrils of darkness. A shadowy tentacle wove its way down her arm, entwining with Kapser’s chain. She looked up at him, intention in her eyes, and pulled.

    A clean ring echoed through the room as her weapon landed firmly in her grasp, and a smirk glided over her lips. “Razzy Tazzy,” she murmured, her lips parting to reveal glimmering teeth, pulled up in a snarl, “You cannot win. We won’t let you.”

    She pressed a kiss to Kasper’s blade, then returned her attention solely to Tazmuir. “Now the real fun begins.” She closed her eyes, taking a soft breath as she whispered, “Kasper…” her voice sounding like a blend of two, one sweet and obviously Mina, the other low and gravelly, Misa’s.

    “Let’s paint.”

    Taz was no perceptionist. He could see none of the aura that choked some, nor could he see any of the menacing aura that was used to drag Kasper forward. In fact, to most of the other students that weren’t perceptionists they had no real idea what exactly was choking them, save for the different atmosphere that filled the air.

    But if anything was clear, it was the spike in their wavelength that told Taz things had finally gotten good enough for him to take things literally. He took his stance, feet spread apart like a wrestler in position, both arms placed behind his back as he kept his grin. Even now he was still taunting them. Even now when he knew this team up wasn’t necessarily ideal, he was still confident.

    Confident he would win.



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Conor could have cared less...
...until he felt the release of a Soul Suppression. He knew the trademark 'ripple' effect it had all too well. It was a technique rarely referred to in text. Considered an advanced technique reserved for stealth or--much like in his own case, advanced training--few Meisters ever fell in the odd gray area of advancement where they would need to bolster their combat prowess, but could not do so with a weapon. Of course, almost every assassin learned the technique, but did so with a different tenant: they released their suppression at the precise moment of a strike and focused more on hiding themselves. Entirely different application of the technique.

Nonetheless, his half-ass clown Tazmuir could use it. Conor found his interest undeniably piqued.

It was well deserved--finally. The speed within the battle was intense. The pacing, too. In fact, if not for the theatrics of Mina, the fight would almost be boring; Taz was darting around considerably too fast for most of the untrained lower classman to completely perceive. Without his own eyes keenly trained due to his own movements, Conor would likely be in such a position also. However, it wasn't their movements that interested Conor most. It was their wavelengths. Conor could feel the seething energy from all three of them. Eight meters was his limit and Conor was barely close enough to see it all. He almost felt compelled to move forward, but he didn't. He saw well enough from where he was.

It was a battle between a haughty pair of nigh-monstrous creatures and a would-be predator. At the moment, Conor had difficulties determining which one was the cornered foe. Whether he cared to admit it or not, Tazmuir seemed to be the one thinking his movements through. Mina and Kasper appeared entirely impulsive. Every movement they made was almost on urge. Instinct, maybe, but more like a sadistic compulsion. The wordplay exchanged between them only added to this analysis.

Tazmuir continued to spike his wavelength, too. Despite being cut and drug along the battlefield, darting around the pair with a superior speed, he was still utilizing reserves of strength. The 'spike' he used was something Conor toyed with for a while, but eventually decided against. In his own training, he found that a spike in his wavelength never provided the consistent power he needed. Just like a jerking motion used to lift up a long bar, spiking the wavelength provided a short burst of strength that soon deteriorated. It didn't matter of the bar was up past the knees of one couldn't then lift it above their waist. That is how Conor trained. If he could not maintain a level of strength for a significant period of time, it did not exist. It simply wasn't reliable.

In the moment, he wondered if this was the difference in his Strong Soul against a normal human Soul. Something to consider later.

It was a failed attempt to use Soul Rejection. The same tactic that Conor used just a moment ago on Freddy. Twice in one fight, Taz used techniques that Conor personally used. Techniques that until now, he only saw himself use in a cohesive fighting style within the DWMA. It only led more to the thoughts he had to consider. Still... this fight wasn't at his absolute level. Yet.

Then came the Gates. What the fuck? Like, literally, what the fuck? First, Winston and his gang tried to outnumber and beat down Conor, then the Meister-Weapon duo had no hesitance in trying to cut him down since they couldn't beat him down, and now two seemingly homicidal students just unleashed a powerful, Class III open-ended Resonance technique in the MOTHER FUCKING CAFETERIA. None of that taking into account, oh, the fact both of the students seemed batshit crazy and the entire event was orchestrated by an instructor.

Before Conor could honestly process the full situation of what Mina and Kasper were doing, he had to really consider if this was at all good for the DWMA. What kind of school was this? He had been there YEARS and never seen this. Of course, this was his first year in the Full Moon, but still. Rumors flew. He ate in the same cafeteria. This shit didn't happen previously. What the actual fuck?

What the actual fuck? It echoed.

Then the echoes died and all Conor could think about were the opened Gates and the large, prehensile chains being launched from them. They were already lashing out at the more nearby students. The aura radiating from the open gates caused the hair on the back of Conor's neck to stand. Cold and hot at the same time. A chill met with a fiery anxiety. Conor closed his eyes and saw only the wavelengths of all this nearby him. The restraints on his own soul were gone yet again. Now he was watching. Closely. Their speed was not too fast for his Soul Perception. Not at this range.






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Ikki felt quite amazed, not horror that the opposing side wanted that feeling to be felt by many other students that are present. However he grew annoyed by kasper and what's her face. Ikki wasn't quite sure what side he liked the most. Taz shown quite the performance despite multiple scratches here, and there. But he managed to spark a plug with the pair, unleashing a violent attack throughout the cafe. The attack seem to have a large range, and attempted to assault everyone within its vicinity.

Ikki picked up what was shooting towards his direction, which where a barrage of chains that was casted by kasper himself. As they were coming his way ikki, took his stance as his right foot was spreading away his left foot. He then form his hands, as if he was about to grab something. He started to do different fast pace motions, left and right with both of his hands. Crossing them like a form of an x, as he attempts to bind and, manipulate the chains. The chains reacted to the motion of which ikki was doing. He would then lift his hand upwards, and so did the chains that were now attached to the cafe. It took quite an effort, moreover ikki had to catch a little breather with his left hand being placed on his hip.

"You know what, you really have out down yourself. I can predict that you two won't win. You mage knock off." Ikki took his eyes off of the pair that annoyed him the most, and looked towards taz direction. Taz seemed to be preoccupied with what's coming too him. They also weren't to sure if he should interfere with whatever beef he has with them, or just let them fight like angry husbands. Though the situation seems out of hand with this gate shit summoning. They were quite suprised, giving ikki a little shiver down his spine as a wavelength came from the pair was really exciting him. He was too into the moment. Kasper sparked an interest in ikki, but that damn slut has him in her grasp. Taz focused hard on his incredible speed it was like he was sonic or something like that. Should he use his enhanced counter attack to save taz from those violent chains? It'll take some out of ikki. Those chains looked as if there was no opening at all, but except he did find one. Without further ado he summoned his dark Crystal like scythe before him and, dashed into the action to save taz. He needs to match his speed between him, those chains and, taz. Or better yet increase it.

Ikki began to leap in the air, as he summoned a plate shaped like an arrow beneath him with black lines forming on his arm, coming to his hand. "Vector bullet" Once he landed on the plate, his speed increased twice as tazes, and the chains. Once he made it, he took a powerful hult, as he met face to face with the chains. Ikki then violently swipes the air in a vertical motion, defecting the chains out of the way with enough power and, force. Phayne Phayne Rui Rui The Regal Rper The Regal Rper Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul​
 
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Xandria look over to her partner and held onto his shoulder wrapping her arms around him tightly "ash..." she said as she turn up to him "what do you think will happen after all we are to protect" she said to him and look around "but i seem to be lost and dont know were to start i also miss some of what was going on here" she said numbly as she look down and clutched her bag onto her back as let out a soft yawn and rested her head over to his shoulder "im sorry...' she said as she rubbed her eyes "i seem to be... sleepy today" she said while looking up at him

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  • A looming presence filled the air. Its name was tension.A type of tension that inspired anxiety in all those around them. Those too weak to handle it immediately fell prey to fear.. These were the visceral feelings that became palpable as chains-- more like snakes comprised of a black aura and writhing anger--crashed into the tiled floors below, ultimately sweeping aside anything in their path. Like a storm laying waste to the dry dirt below, nothing was spared. No one on the first floor was saved from the temptress and hedonists wrath. Even Taz found utmost difficulty in merely attempting to approach the duo. Just as he struggled, anyone else foolish enough to stand still or move forward found their efforts futile.

    Several chains rattled, almost vibrating, shot forward like serpentine missiles akin to a python attempting to impale their prey before constricting them only to pull them into the maw that was the Gateway to Hell. The entire situation created a grandiose atmosphere that loomed over Conor and Maya. An aura thick and clear; a soul intensity more vivid than most students had ever seen. It towered over them. Them--and the beta students not far away. Kensei, Winter, and Dark☆Star whom had all seen the trouble Taz was in despite their instructions and more so their better judgement, each made their way from their original floor to that of the battle--primarily to aid Taz. Maya was no exception, just more conveniently placed. As foolhardy as the others, she lunged forward just as the others soon would.

    Several things happened all at once. A chill went from the head of the silent Samurai down to her spine once she moved forward, ahead of most of the others. At that exact same time fear, insecurity and thoughts of failure rushed into her mind as the shadow of the most nearby chain grew ever larger. Not just the shadow, but a darkness began growing. An indescribable, vile darkness inside of Maya that she had no idea or even time to understand. Whatever it was, it only worsened her insecurity.

    Adrenaline kicked in for many. The anvil of fear weighed others down just as it did Maya. For most, it was as if hitting a solid wall. Maya was no exception. Ahead of the others and frozen in whatever abyssal fear that infected them all, she was in the most dangerous position aside from Tazmuir himself. The difference was, she had no real will to move. Just a blurred instinct of what was going on. Was this what it truly felt like to be a cornered animal? So afraid that escape was inconceivable despite a thousand directions to run.

    That thought ended.

    Something shot out at her and her unsheathed blade came forward--sparks flew. Metal met metal. A chain ricocheted off her blade and lurched towards a frozen trembling boy. The fear in those blue eyes showed a terror far worse than anything she had experienced until yet. She had no idea what she was doing… and she knew it. Conor had spent this entire time precisely observing the damage these chains caused. There was no control over them. Kasper and Mina were not merely clearing the field for Tazmuir. They had no qualms actually hurting others. This was enough. Conor clenched his fists as these chains continued to create chaos. His soul was spiking. No suppression, no holding back like he did a moment ago. This was anger.

    These two should not be students.

    As that thought continued to race through his mind, Maya stepped out in front of the chains. Of course she did. Of course Maya decided to run in. Part of Conor wasn’t surprised she would do it; not because he doubted her, but because it would just fit the type of day he was having. Another part of Conor thought that what she was doing went well beyond being brave and downright into being stupid. Alas, that didn’t matter.

    Conor did not just allow his soul to spike, he forced it out. His soul did not whisper. It did not yell. It roared. It roared so loudly that the deaf trembled. While the resonance of Kasper and Mina had taken over the room, the raw power Conor had when fully unleashing his soul fought back. This was unprecedented for a single person. This was unexpected.

    So unexpected that at that very moment, the calm professor sitting idly by couldn’t help but stare down below the railings with nothing but a waggish smile. Darius however was watching with concern as the fight continued to escalate, both hands had found themselves balled up into fist's, his burrows furrowed as he forced himself to remain seated. Every single fiber of his body had wanted to push pass Ruby and interrupt the fight, to put an end to the chaos that he knew would unfold, however Ruby's calm demeanor was what stopped him.

    Luminescent oceanic eyes scanned the floor below. Watching, determining whether it was now time to act. From Rodney calling camaraderie to arms to Zylon nonchalantly booting terrified students out the doors, through the exit and straight towards the cold floors of freedom--in honesty, Ruby couldn’t recall when in the last few years DWMA had ever been this lively since the collateral damage of the war. Now, she couldn’t help but watch the chaos below with a fond smile. Soon she’d have to get involved--it wouldn’t due to have her salary docked for not doing her job. At the very least, they could wait till she saw what she needed. What this famed little boy amongst the staff had to show. With Conor’s release--madness reacted. Five more chains exploded out of the gates and shot towards the small coup d'etat consisting of the upperclassmen and two weapons. Some were dodged, Winter took the wise decision of changing to her weapon form and accidentally falling into Kensei’s waiting arms. Kensei in turn used Winter to block some of the projectiles, while Taz and Dark☆Star utilized raw speed. Few scratches came out nonetheless. More appearing on Taz, barely any appearing on the others. Kensei taking up the front and blocking shot after shot with Winter’s aid only allowing few projectiles to shoot past him.

    Tongue clicking in distaste Taz made a vow to slug that bitchy little ponytail as both he and Star narrowly avoided what may have been a fatal strike to the torso. Two chains shot past them both around where that brief explosion had occurred, several more followed suit.

    It didn’t matter, though. Conor was gone. Even to those with advanced Soul Perception, Conor and his movements were little more than a neon bolt of lightning through the air. Even to those trained in martial combat, at least those students around him, his body was even less than a blur. Before much attention could even fall on the solo Meister, he had already traveled through three chains--including the one looming dangerously near Maya--completely severing them with a fist full of his own wavelength. Severed chains broke and fragmented into dust, while the ones in Conor’s hands wriggled like worms.

    The chains within Conor’s grasp dispersed into fragments. But not before writhing like dying snakes after each strike was made.

    That, however, was not his destination. No, Conor ended right in front of Mina. His empowered hand grasped onto Kasper at a speed none of them had likely seen from a student. Just as Taz tried to use rejection to sever the resonance, Conor allowed his overbearing wavelength to pour into Kasper. His bright blue energy was no less than Noah’s flood as it filled Kasper. It flowed into him like a cool, serene water from a gentle mountain stream.

    Conor found himself elsewhere. Nowhere near the cafeteria. Somewhere dark.



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Psi let his green eyes lazily gloss over his phone. Same old updates on social media, nothing interesting in the feed. Hell, no good deals on the marketplace. He had been looking for a decent motorcycle. Good price, low miles, no major wear. Hadn't found anything yet. Lots of scooters, though; but, who the Hell wanted a scooter?

She was late. Unlike her, but she was still new to the DWMA. It was a big, daunting place. But to lose the cafeteria? It's literally a place you memorize in your first year. Whatever. At least she knew he was waiting there. He already downed the peaches on his tray; he wasn't going to let them sit and fester. His sandwich, however, could wait a bit longer.

He reached out to take another sip of his drink. A carbonated fruit juice. The DWMA stopped serving real soda decades ago, but this stuff was passable. His phone read 11:23. Their lunch was meant to be at 11. He shot her a half dozen more texts asking where she was with no answer.

"Tau... hurry up, Christ," he muttered while he continued to thumb through his phone.
 

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Interactivity:
Psi ( Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul )​
Spell Set​
Aspida
A Elemental Shield Water spell.

Évrima
A locator spell that uses rivers
and other major water bodies.

Antára
A fog Spell.

Sýrtis
A water spell that makes
the ground into a muddy
hard to move surface.

Hypoize
A water numbing spell
that cools the blood vessels
and make people clumsier.

Othó
A water wavelength move
Tau breaks Aspida and makes it
into a projectile combat move.

Periafísi
High pressure water attack.

Fysallída
A move that puts parts
of her soul into bubbles.
Makes her harder to find
with soul detect, and can
be activated to scald
the target.​


Late. Late. Late. Ughhh this was so bad! She knew she shouldn’t have spent that extra time, she didn’t even win the argument dammit! Ah focus, there was more important things to think about. Like how she was almost half an hour late to lunch with a sibling she got to see a few times a month, Dammit! When she got back Maria was sooooo getting an earful, or maybe she’d just soak all her homework for a week, or make her sink with Sýrtis. Wait no that wouldn’t be good that’d just start more arguments. Oh she need to let out some steam, hopefully she could do that as soon as she saw Psi off.
She honestly was a bit to flustered she felt like she was making stupid mistakes now. Wait is that the library? Dammit wrong way. She spun on her heel racing down the hallway bumping into a few kids as she did. She let out a quick sorry as she kept running. She stumbled into the cafeteria still running a bit too fast to slow down. She shook it off, patted down her clothes, and went strolling in. She took a breath in as shouted across the table as she begun to wave.
“Hey Psiiii, sorry I’m late”
She was quick to grab a seat right next to him immediately grabbing him into a one sided hug leaning her whole body weight on him. She looked up with a grin on her face and small chuckle.
“I got lost on the path of life~ Wait no that sounds too much like an obvious lie. Hmmm I was dusting the classroom? Reading up spellbooks? Got stuck in an incantation? Uggh I’m bad at this, I got lost.”
She let go, sitting back in her chair after turning it to face her brother. She crossed her legs and sat over them. Her jacket was still half of her shoulder due to her run around campus. She didn’t really care enough to fix it at this point.
“Sooooo, what up on the elite side of campus?”







 
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Psi slid his phone into his pocket once he noticed Tau finally nearing the cafeteria. The entire time, he was feeling out for her Soul Signature. It was considerably easier just to wait for that then to watch the different entrances. Of course, the area was muddy and full of people, which meant it was full of souls. Luckily, he was highly attuned to hers. She was his sister, after all. Oh, and he wasn't going to leave his phone out on the table. Even the DWMA wasn't without petty thieves.

"Y'know, sis, if more people saw you fumbling around like you do, they probably wouldn't think us Meister-Mages are so high and mighty," he said, making joking jab at her.

He chuckled, then leaned in and over the table. He was more engaged in the conversation than off-putting, considering previously he was slouched over on his phone.

"I just got back from a mission. A hunt. High chance it was Mock Kishin. The first team to encounter the target described what we thought was a Madness Wavelength. Turns out, it was an exotic arachnid queen that left a venom trail to attract mates. It had some psychedelic properties if you came in contact with it, which was mistaken for Madness," Psi relayed to her calmly. He was a fairly matter-of-fact guy. Of course, the story he told likely sounded like a far-fetched fairy tale to the lower classmen.

Exotic spiders, Madness, Mock Kishin... those were things only really seen in textbooks until you became a hunter like Psi. In fact, it was hunters like Psi that made sure most people never encountered them.

"Felt like thousands of spiderlings were there, too. They weren't such a big deal, but they had this coating of fur. It let the older ones track you, and trust me, they did. I had a close encounter with a couple of Monster-Spiders the size of houses. At a point, I even ran out of mana. Had to partner up with a weapon--that doesn't happen too often," he explained, giving her more details about what he did specifically.

Psi then pulled down the collar of his button down shirt to show Tau an off-white, gauze dressing. "Just barely dodged one that could shoot its fangs. It'll probably leave a nice scar," he told her. He then withdrew to his side of the table again.

"I hear you just got promoted. Not a Beta-baby anymore," he said before picking up his sandwich. He smiled at her. He did that all the time. He rarely asked directly about something, instead just bringing up a topic he wanted to know about--then expecting you to run with it. After his quick smile, he took a bite of his now slightly hardened sandwich and waited for her to go on.
 

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Interactivity:
Psi ( Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul )​
Spell Set​
Aspida
A Elemental Shield Water spell.

Évrima
A locator spell that uses rivers
and other major water bodies.

Antára
A fog Spell.

Sýrtis
A water spell that makes
the ground into a muddy
hard to move surface.

Hypoize
A water numbing spell
that cools the blood vessels
and make people clumsier.

Othó
A water wavelength move
Tau breaks Aspida and makes it
into a projectile combat move.

Periafísi
High pressure water attack.

Fysallída
A move that puts parts
of her soul into bubbles.
Makes her harder to find
with soul detect, and can
be activated to scald
the target.​


“High and mighty? Hehe well they’ve certainly never thought that of me, even when I can stand on two feet.”
She started to play with her hair with her hair. Of course he’d have noticed, damn she really needed to get working on that soul perception stuff. Was that something you could train? Wait no of course it was, right. She was failing as a dubious mage here she needed some new skills with her soul. Oh well, just had to put it down on the list of things to do. Along with shortening incantations, working on memorizing them right so she could stop messing them up, and learning how to cast while dual wielding.
Either way she waved it off as something for the future as much as she wanted to bury into another spell book she’d have all the time for it later. After all she was already feeling a bit better seeing Psi. She was captivated by his story. A arachnid strong enough to be mistaken for a mock kishun? This is what she lived for! Would it have been possible to talk with or was a fight just guaranteed? She was thinking more and more on it until her brother stopped to show his injury.
Really? It was that bad? Part of her was terrified for her brother, even knowing the danger had passed. For him to partner with a weapon was huge, that was basically admitting that he struggled with the fight. She instinctively tried to examine it before he had recovered the wound. She was quick to play it off though, he was here and alive. Damn she shoulda really at least looked into healing.
“Geez bro couldn’t get that healed up? What did all the pretty ladies that study healing get tired of you? But yeaaaa I got promoted but that was months agooo. I’m not a beta baby anymore. AND YOU OWE ME A HOUSEWARMING GIFT. Not really, don’t worry about it. Buttt You should come visit me~”
She sat back into her chair with her grin back on though noticeably dimmer.
“I mean I may be an omega now but it seems I’m just as much a baby. I gotta put my all into training or I won’t be able to get to your level! Plus I finally stopped switching weapon partners every week so now that it’s been a couple months with the same weapon partner it’s been easier to start looking into ways to incorporate actual fighting moves.”
She looked down at the table she really wasn’t as far as she felt she should be. She had a million ideas of where to go and no real understanding on where to start. She felt more and more that she needed to find a path and follow it as far as she could go. It was just so overwhelming if this is what she felt two years in how was she gonna feel at four? Would she have more options, less? She’d already been at the library as much as she could with the new rank, eventually she was gonna need to start working more cooperatively with her partner instead of working around him.







 





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She was as scatterbrained as always. Granted, that was probably his fault. Their fault. His older brother and sister. They did all they could to make sure the other three didn't go through what they did. In fact, he never imagined Tau would run off to join the DWMA like he did. Mom wasn't thrilled with it then, so she couldn't have been too excited for her baby to go off and do the same thing. Then again, he hadn't seen mom in years. Not since one of the others graduated, and even then, it was only for a few hours.

Psi had put a lot of thought into Tau being in the DWMA. He recalled all of the trials he faced. She didn't know it, but a lot of people weren't too keen on the Mages, true or Dubious. The young Meisters and Weapons tended to be jealous more than anything; Meisters had to try and compete with similar Meisters that could use Magic and Weapons were bound to virtually never using Magic because of the gene. The older veterans had all sorts of reasons not to like Magic users of any kind...

If she was blind to the prejudice, so be it. Perhaps she just plain didn't face it, either. Still, it wasn't the only issue. While a Dubious Mage has a distinct advantage with Magic, they also have a clear disadvantage: time. It takes time to train. It takes time to become skilled with Magic. To understand Aether and Mana. To find out how to carve your own path out of roads hundreds of Mages have already made. Being a Meister was even more difficult. Meisters were literally defined by their skill--there was far less creativity to it. Meisters had the same arsenal and it really came down to how they applied it. A Dubious Mage had to manage both.

That was one-half of what Psi came here for. He reached down into the school satchel he had on his side--it was one of those nice, premium ones you got from the DWMA merchandising store. Psi only got them for convenience considering how often he damaged them. They were a little pricey, but quite nice.

"You ought'a have more faith in your older brother," he told her. He grinned. Psi always came across as a little more 'cool' than the others. "It's gonna take something a whole lot more badass than a giant spider to kill me," he added.

He pulled out a beat-up, leather-bound book and sat it on the table for a moment. The thing looked like it went through Hell and back. Honestly, it was a tomb most Mages would be ashamed of.

"I remember being an Omega. You get access to your first combat-oriented magic classes. You also get enrolled in advanced Soul Studies. I made the choice back then to focus on being a Meister. I don't regret it, honestly. But, I won't lie, sis. You know more spells now than I did at your age. You're focusing on the magic--I've peaked at your reports," he told her. It was like one of those nostalgic speeches you expect, but never actually get. Until now.

He scooted the book over to her and it became pretty clear what it was. It was one of his old ones.

"I studied quite a few fields of magic before I found my own way. This was the spellbook I used when I was an elite working on my Magic. Before I settled on enchanting, I worked with calculations, vectors, shadows, conjuration--and a few others. At the end of that tomb is the recipe I used to forge my ring. I thought you could learn from it. It's really just gathering dust in my bookcase as it is," he explained to her. Then his smirk returned, "Think of it as that housewarming gift."

Then his smile faded. "In all seriousness, though, I do have some advice. This early in your career, you want to pick something you're good at and hopefully that you enjoy and run with it. You work with both your wavelength and your magic. I found out that you really can't train both at once. Magic requires research and understanding before practicing until you get it. After that, practice just makes you more efficient at it. But, aside from a few prodigies, the techniques of a Meister require intense time and practice--and they're skills that you will always enhance. They're two completely different directions to go in, and you'll kill yourself trying to do both," he told her. But, as he continued to explain this, there was an inkling in him that the words coming out of his mouth were something she wouldn't abide by. Tau was never good at being told 'no' or 'don't do that', whether it was simply because she wanted to or just for the sake of doing things her own way.

Psi pressed his lips together for a moment before letting out a sigh. "At the very least, if you're gonna use both, train your Soul Perception up first before doing anything fancy with your Weapon. Soul Perception is one of the few Meister abilities that doesn't interfere with Magic," he told her. Then he snorted. "And, by the way, the infirmary nurses love me," he added.
 

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Tau The Dubious Mage​

Interactivity:
Psi ( Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul )​
Spell Set​
Aspida
A Elemental Shield Water spell.

Évrima
A locator spell that uses rivers
and other major water bodies.

Antára
A fog Spell.

Sýrtis
A water spell that makes
the ground into a muddy
hard to move surface.

Hypoize
A water numbing spell
that cools the blood vessels
and make people clumsier.

Othó
A water wavelength move
Tau breaks Aspida and makes it
into a projectile combat move.

Periafísi
High pressure water attack.

Fysallída
A move that puts parts
of her soul into bubbles.
Makes her harder to find
with soul detect, and can
be activated to scald
the target.​


Just some spider huh? That’s some difference in skill. It would be a uphill path until she reached the level where she could shrug off such a thing. She found herself immediately drawn to the tome that her brother took out. She’d not seen one so worn in awhile, but she immediately looked back up as her brother continued to talk.
She felt a wave of pride as she heard her brother praise her spells, followed by an extreme wave of embarrassment as he followed by saying he’d seen her reports. She could feel her face starting to pale, was she doing well enough? Was he gonna comment on the frequent weapon changes? Oh no now she was worried. She nearly missed the book being slid to her. Still her curiosity was quick to snap her out of it.
She picked up the tome flipping through the book with the greatest care. In here held history, a tome wasn’t just some book but also a record of struggles, accomplishments, and feelings. She glanced at each spell written in and traced her fingers over the slightly faded notes in awe of the detail pened in. Parts that had been written with frustration leaving darker marks as the margins were filled with questions and notes.
Looking up from the pages with curiosity in her eyes, she stared at the ring. Would she be able to create something similar with enough time? No she had to focus on the now, every part of her wanted to take the book and run diving through the new door it opened but if she did who knew when the next chance would be for her to bother her brother would be. It was already enough that her brother managed to give her something with so much meaning as a gift. After all any other gift would get far less use from her.
“Thank you”
She didn’t mean for it to come out so quiet but she real was just taken aback. Psi’s gift was probably had the most thought out of all the gifts she had gotten. It wasn’t that long ago that she found herself silently handing off about three gifts to Tristan knowing that she’d never use them. Her family was great but it wasn’t exactly like her mom wanted to give her anything that might make her feel to at home. Zeta and Nu still lived at home, and as such they didn’t really know what would be a good housewarming gift, settling for completely random things, her .
In all honesty Tau was just lucky that her mother didn’t outright stop her from moving into the apartment. She was very much still uneasy about Tau’s decision to actually go to DWMA. Tau had actually done her best to avoid referring to her partner as anything other than her partner. Luckily enough it didn’t seem overly suspicious as her partners had changed quite a few times.
The advice Psi was giving her was solid as well, even if she really was not gonna listen to it. She’d try to naturally, but it just wasn’t in her to not try to do everything. It was just a matter of time right? So if she spent extra time focused on studying then she could get both right? She just had to plan out everything better. If she spent every Sunday prepping the food for the week and keep the tome on her in the easy classes she could drone out and read the … Oh maybe that won’t work she needed to make sure that she still had adequate time for training with Tristan, and soul resonance practice as theirs was still too weak.
A small sigh escaped her as she looked back to Psi with a frown. She placed the tome down gently on the table as she started to play with the longer strands of her hair again. She let out low mumble as she started to try to mentally balance the best way to get the most out of her time. She let out a larger sigh meant to get her brother’s attention as she pouted in his direction.
“How did you wind up picking Psi? It’s not like I don’t understand why I have to pick but it’s just… I wanna do everythinggggg. And I know that I should master the basics before looking forwards but it’s hard, it’s not quite something lots of people are rushing to join me in figuring out. Heck I hardly even know most of my classmates. It’s not like I don’t try but… anyways I don’t know where I wanna start. Or even how to start with soul perception, everything is just foggy.”







 
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"Soul Perception is... many things. You don't actually get into this until later, but there are three or four different abilities we think of as Soul Perception. The first and most common is the skill we train. It's what you and I have. We're Dubious Mages, so we have to train it just like any Meister would have to train their wavelength abilities. It's a bit of a bitch, but completely worth it. If we train hard enough, our perception can nearly become as keen as the perception of someone born with Soul Perception. Meisters with a genetic affinity for Soul Perception are going to be infinitely better than us at using it, Tau. You're just gonna need to get over that. On top of that, let's say someone with the gene trains as hard as someone without it. They can unlock another type of Soul Perception, but that's a little bit of an argued point. Some say it doesn't actually exist, some books state it's another genetic anomaly. Point is, someone with the gene can see things so much better that it's nearly a a whole new ability. There's one other kind, but it doesn't really matter to us. That kind is genetic, but it's closer to ours in quality. See, a weapon shouldn't ever be able to use Soul Perception, but on a rare occasion, they can. These weapons tend to be able to see about as well as you or I, although some can see far greater distances or their weapon forms even utilize the sight. Either way, it's a big deal for them. You'll learn all that later," he explained to her. It was a highly-diluted version of what she would soon go over on in Advanced Soul Studies. Somewhere in the deeper theories of plasmology.

"Long story short, sis, you need to focus it. Honestly, it's like a light switch somewhat. It'll all be blurry until you get good enough that suddenly it clears up, as if you just got switched to the right lens for a set of glasses. From there, you fine tune the ability through training, but what you really want is to just get there. No lie, understanding your abilities is so much easier when you can see them," he told her, boiling it down to what she really needed to know.

Most of his more lengthy explanation was really just to cover the fact he didn't have a full answer for her other question: how did he find what he wanted. That was something incredibly difficult to explain. In a way, it was a lot like he said with Soul Perception; eventually, just click. At the same time, he had looked over enchanting a half-dozen times before he found the way he wanted to apply it, then ran with it.

"Mana is... it's alive, sis. We're not Eibon. We don't get to master every type of magic in our lifetime. We don't choose our magic, it chooses us. I used light magic starting out because it was... easy for me. I was a Meister, and light magic was something I could use quickly without messing up my resonance. But, it became more than that. Some psychologist might say the person using light wants to be seen or shine, but I think it had more to do with what we see. I've always questioned how others see things. Like... the war. I remember back in the day, how weird it was that all these kids just saw the world as fine again. Acted like the war never fucking happened," he went on. He went off, really. He didn't yell or raise his voice, but he didn't curse much either.

"Light is just what we see and I think that's why I stuck with light. It can blind you, it can cast illusions--it can hurt you if you're not paying attention. Light magic called out to me and the further I ran with it, the more I made it mine. I can create illusions and constructs--that's my thing. I can warp a battlefield to make anyone that relies on their sight basically see whatever I want them to. I can even choose what's solid and what's not. I decide, Alexis. No more guessing what people see--I know," he told her. It seemed to go a little off course, but... but it made sense. It made sense for Psi. For Altair.

A moment passed and he slowed down just a little.

"You use water. You adapt. You flow. I remember you did whatever it took to try and cheer us up. You had no idea what was going on, but you still carved your way. I can see why water magic called to you. I guess... I guess the answer here is that you don't really grow by just understanding how magic works. You grow by understanding yourself, and making the magic work for you," he told her. It was a little convoluted. He bounced between quite a few subjects. But, in the end, he made a pretty damn solid point.


 

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full
Tau The Dubious Mage​

Interactivity:
Psi ( Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul )​
Spell Set​
Aspida
A Elemental Shield Water spell.

Évrima
A locator spell that uses rivers
and other major water bodies.

Antára
A fog Spell.

Sýrtis
A water spell that makes
the ground into a muddy
hard to move surface.

Hypoize
A water numbing spell
that cools the blood vessels
and make people clumsier.

Othó
A water wavelength move
Tau breaks Aspida and makes it
into a projectile combat move.

Periafísi
High pressure water attack.

Fysallída
A move that puts parts
of her soul into bubbles.
Makes her harder to find
with soul detect, and can
be activated to scald
the target.​


Tau was a bit overwhelmed. She knew that her brother was trying to boil it down for her, and man did she appreciate it. At the same time it seemed like such a sad way to live, it was like someone was just bouncing in a saying take the path of least resistance. That you’re only gonna get so far unless you had the soul for it. She knew he wasn’t wrong but she liked to think she chose water as much as it chose her. Everyone had a choice when it came to being positive. Life was all about choosing to react.
Soul perception was another interesting idea, she wondered just how far she could get this time. She started to focus in clearing her mind, focusing on the people around her. Slowly slowly slowly… gaining nothing. Not an aura, not an outline, not even a feeling of fuzzy fog. This was gonna be an uphill battle indeed. It wasn’t even something she could turn to Kai for, as it wasn’t as if weapons were particularly known for soul perception. She needed to make some meister pals.
She became visibly more frustrated as she put her head in her hand and leaned her elbow on the table. She looked around the room attempting to guess what they’d be drawn to connecting with Psi’s theory of magic. She wondered just what went into the differences between mages and meisters. It’s not like anyone expected her or Psi to come in with magical power.
“One day… Anyways for now I just gotta put even more focus into it. Since for now my skill with soul related things is almost negative one. I mean I guess not negative…. Hey hey Psi me and Kai have been working harder on resonance. It’s still weak but we managed it last time! Er I mean for like a few seconds but…”
She trailed off maybe that wasn’t as impressive now that she thought about it. She wanted to change the subject he’d kept up with her records he probably already knew that. In truth she really just couldn’t contribute to it. As much as she studied Psi had years on her, not to mention far more concrete practice. She couldn’t waste time, she had to try even harder to be able to keep up.
“That just means that I gotta up the ante on this! If something’s hard... you just gotta keep doing it until it’s not. Okay now, well I dunno where Kai is… Let’s train together Psi!”







 
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