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Newbury's Academy of the Mystical Arts
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Newbury's Academy of the Mystical ArtsIt was interesting, just the two of them, walking together, one of them talking, and the other listening. One was burning sunset red, and the other was chillingly snow-like white. Odd pairing, yet somehow it was like they were two puzzle pieces that were meant for eachother.
Ofcourse, Shieta didn't think of any of those.
"You.. give me too much credit." Shieta muttered, her hand resting on her neck awkwardly.
"I was taught ever since I was little, that expressing myself too much will cause me to seem gullible.. So, uh I guess I sort of overkilled it."
"I'm not cool or unique at all, if anything, you are the cool one... Give yourself more credit. Perhaps everything is just like a moth to a flame, or like the north and south of a magnet." Shieta gushed quietly, trying to prove her point, without noticing that it seems that she has gone slightly offtopic near the end.
But.. honestly, this was probably the most Shieta has ever spoke outside of class ever.
Elvira's eyes sparkled. "... You're a poet. A good one." She shook her head a bit to get back on topic, smiling.
"Well, why do you care what people think really? I mean, look at me!" She jumps forward and smiles, dancing a pirouette before bowing down in front of Shieta. Then she looks up, still bowed down.
"In one day, I'm the girl that climbed every tree on this campus, slept in an abandoned library, made friends with the coolest person ever and almost knocked down a tree with my forehead! Do you think I'm gullible?"
She shrugs. That's all Elvira did, before she went on.
"As long as you don't tell me to go away and leave you alone, I'll stick with you and be your friend! And if you think I'm gullible for showing my emotions, then I'll wear that badge with pride!" She smirks, standing on her toes and arching her back, as if she was proudly showing off an imaginary badge.
"And I'll wear another badge! It says "friend of Shieta"!"

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.

Eris winced a little. Would the cloud girl be alright...? This whole situation was so much... She prayed the students and faculty would be alright... They had to be saved!

Marina pushed herself up and rolled into a sitting position. She looked at her legs and gasped in shock and slight pain. Her legs... The knee brace had been totaled and her left leg was twisted gruesomely a full 270°. Her left ankle had snapped as well. Her right leg had buckled harshly and unraveled the bandages, revealing further tears in the flesh and muscle. The sight alone was horrific, but her reaction was lackluster...
She slid the badge back into her pocket. "If I ask you again, take it." Jack turned, stalking off in the direction of Andrea.
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Unfortunately for her, in her rush, she had left an entrance to the singularity, a supposed distortion in the hallway walls. If one were to look hard enough, that is. And it just so happened, that the wall was just in front of Jack……
"Andrea. I will not hesitate to murder you. But for now I just want to talk." Her authoritative voice echoed throughout the strange world.
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"O-okay okay.. T-That's enough." Shieta sputtered completely embarrassed, her hand fidgeting with the string on her duffle bag, eyes darting everywhere but where the redhead is.
"Then you must have many badges from others then.." Shieta said, heart slowly calming down. Was she jealous? Of what though? The fact that Elvira has many friends, and that Shieta isn't anything special. Or.. the fact that Elvira could easily replace Shieta for someone else when the redhead becomes bored..?
This made her heart stop, she didn't want that to happen.. But it isn't like she could force the other to hang out with her always right?
No, she couldn't. How could Shieta force someone else's happiness for her own..? That was just selfish, Shieta would rather kill herself than do that.
"I mean, you must have many other friends than me right? You know you can always hang out with them.. you don't have to force yourself to hang out with me."
"In my village, maybe. Having two extra hands always helps. But here..." She thinks for a bit, making an "mmmmh" sound.
"Dunno. The prefects didn't mind me sitting next to them. But they were caught in their own little drama, so maybe they didn't notice me either." The redhead crossed her arms, looking up. She did not notice Shieta's hard crash.
Though when her cold friend mentioned the part about forcing herself, she laughs and shakes her head. "Nobody's forcing me to do anything except myself! I'm here because you're awesome and because I like you! Isn't that the reason you hang out with me?"
She paused.
"Do you like to be my friend?"

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Shieta gave Elvira a gentle smile with a upward quirk of her lips, "What a silly question. Of course."
There wasn't any badum in her heart, or any blood embarrassingly rushing to her face. Shieta was just telling the pure truth as she always is.
There wasn't anything stopping her from saying it, that she truly did enjoy the redheads company more than anything she has experienced in her whole life.
"Then that settles it! We're friends now!"
Elvira wasn't blushing or anything but her body naturally radiates a lot of heat, so she felt like someone turning red. Her smell, which before was just "exercised track runner", now came through a bit. Spices. Exotic ones.
She kept the embrace going for a few seconds, before opening her arms again. "Let's take it one step further! Let's make that spot of ours our fun spot! Our little secret cave of friendship!" She opens her arms, excited again...
the point of a secret was for no one to know. So shouting it out was weird. But she did not care.
She made a cool friend.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Oh no. She was starting to blush again, Shieta could feel it. Or perhaps it was the others body heat sticking stubbornly to her, when Elvira let her go, Shieta seems to still be able to feel the warmth of the other against her skin. As if Elvira was still hugging her.
But... having their own little secret hideout did sound fun..
Shieta huffed, giving a small smile, and let the redheads arms envelope her again, happy to smell the unique scent of some exotic plants that Shieta has never smelled before, happy to be enveloped in foreign warmth that she has never felt before.
Happy to make a friend.
..Or perhaps even something more in the future?
Shieta didn't know, but in the future, Elvira wasn't going to be just a friend.
But she did not. She did have a singing voice but thinking of lyrics... her first lyrics for Shieta should be unique. Not thought of in a hallway. So, before Shieta could react at all, she pulled her out of the building. Not far, enough that, when running, they'd make it in time. But what she had to do was a lot more important.
"I am sorry, I just have to do this. I'm bursting with fiery fervor and if I don't, I can't sit still!" Her voice was excited and, after clearing her voice, she pulls out an instrument.
A foreign one. Carved from special wood, it looks like a flute with far more holes than normal. Like it was eaten by termites... termites the size of ants. But then, she puts the piece on her lips and starts playing, showing off something more.
Instruments usually require a steady hand... concentration and peace of mind. Thoughts, the music in your head, visualized and harmonized through your throat to play it. But not Elvira.
Her music came straight from the heart. Through the vocal chords. So the music she plays, although quieter so the whole school does not hear it, was an interesting piece. It was improvised but full of emotion.

The music she plays has a pattern. She keeps alternating between two motifs, a louder major chord where she tapped with her feet and a slower more relaxed minor chord, with her feet doing a waltz. Each motif was independent from the other and the transition between the styles was graceful, though swift.
The interval between the motifs got shorter and when they clashed, at first, a discord came. It was interesting how Elvira could play a major and minor chord at the same time. Her dance also became distorted, as she tapped a messed up waltz. But slowly... surely... it harmonized.
The motifs mingled, they played together now. Still independent but caring for each other. Her feet now did the waltz when she stood still but tapped during movement.
It ends with a simple mixed chord, as she bows down and her feet were a little off-balance. One foot graceful and sturdy, the other with only the heel touching the ground.
Elvira was breathing heavily. Her action took a lot of energy out of her system.
"How... was it?"

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
After she'd made sure the mage was receiving their fair share of demonic summoning chants, she'd slipped away, a troubling thought prickling at the back of her head. Masquerade. That sounded familiar. Where...? It wasn't something people would talk about casually. Wait. Yes, yes, that was it. She remembered her father discussing it with a couple of his colleauges. Something about an illegal organisation which was kidnapping people. It was quite a time ago. She couldn't really trust her memory from that time, when she'd just started channeling her inner rebellious prankster. She'd often eavsdrop on her parent's conversations, which only further cemented her disdain for their uselessness. This time was no different. There was some talk about methods of kidnapping and what happened to those missing, mostly rumors and whatnot, but nothing whatsoever about courses of action. It wouldn't matter anyways. She couldn't even remember the exact contents to analyse them for clues. Sometimes she wondered how much better she was than her parents... Couldn't even remember simple details. Useless.
Maybe she enjoyed her mindless state of existence more.
"Your sister Jasmine, who may or may not be trying to get you into some trouble, claims that you gave her a necklace. She says it matched the 'supposed uniform' the masquerade wore." Jack paused, before resuming offhandedly." She's not very intelligent as she gave no details. If she had been more forthcoming, concise, and precise, I would place more confidence within the credibility of her testimony."
"But Andrea, dear..." Jack's face curled into a twisted smile. "She said it was you who gave her that necklace. You will tell me everything you know and then some. Now."
And just a reminder: you cannot win in a duel against me. Whether or not it is... deserved, I am far more powerful than you. And Andrea, dear, to put it quite simply, I have lost all inhibitions." That fact alone made Jack the mot dangerous person in all of Newbury.
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She opened one of the cells lining the walls, throwing Sera inside, roughly.
"F*cking... can't believe how dirty that fight was..."
How ironic. A black mage complaining about a fight being dirty. The black mage stalked away.
"Add another one to the auction list."
And everything went quiet, for a moment.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
