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Newbury's Academy of the Mystical Arts
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Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 01:21 (2 Years ago)
He let her lean against him.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 01:23 (2 Years ago)
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
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Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 01:25 (2 Years ago)
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 03:47 (2 Years ago)
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆
Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 06:04 (2 Years ago)
"Alright then. Let's ride the magnet waves!" She smiles. The red-head did not get the explanation of her friend much... but she wanted her to feel better. So she did her best. Affection and enthusiasm.
"So, how do we use those teleporting spells? Do we sing something?"
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 07:42 (2 Years ago)
Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 09:57 (2 Years ago)
Did Jack get it? She didn't dare hope... But even so, the clouds dissipated just a little.
Yet she wasn't sure she could find anything useful. She'd been trying for the past... Ogd knows how long. And still, there was nothing. A blank space where there should be a well of information, however shallow. A feeling of awareness of what she was trying to find, yet being unable to fully grasp it.
But even as she hissed in frustration, a few bits and pieces seemed to weave in and out of existence.
Anger. She could use it as a fuel. A rope. A lasso. A net, even.
In a burst, she channeled all her frustrations, disappointment, anger, into grabbing even the tiniest shard of memory.
Suddenly, there came a complete memory, perfectly whole and found.
It was a darkly lit hallway.
She crouched, ear to the rusting, locked keyhole, straining to hear the whispering voices of the nobles gathered inside.
"Masquerade... Evil organisation kidnapping people..." The voices lower, and her past self squeezed against the door to listen. "Slave auction... Elizabeth's son and Edward's daughter are missing..." The voices lower even further, and she had to be careful not to accidentally break the rotting wood of the door with her pushing against it.
Yes, she recognised the place. The secret meeting facilities under the castle, used only to discuss top secret issues which were extremely sensitive, or at least those the screamish aristocrats thought were so. The facilities weren't really kept in good condition, having also served as emergency hospitals, dungeons, and even interrogation chambers.
"Lots of priceless treasures were also stolen... Yes yes... We must investigate..." Then a voice, stronger and firmer than the rest spoke up. "A member was caught by my guard. A young boy, unusually strong for his age, a traitor, used to be one of my elite soldiers. He was throughly interrogated, and he revealed one of the locations the supposed slave auctions are being held. An abandoned weapons factory just south of the marshes. He also told us, in a fit of desperate glory, that the organisation has many members under disguise, mainly as adolscents."
She couldn't hear it then, but she knew that a series of titters were going around the room, as well as hushed whispers. After all, the owner of the voice didn't have the best reputation.
"Thank you... We will investigate... This meeting is dismissed..." Sounds of people rising heavily and shuffling footsteps could be heard. She sprinted away, leaped up the slippery stone stairs, and weaved through the maze of the castle into her room.
That was it. She was slightly disappointed. The memory was old and outdated, and if the Masquerade was smart enough, and they most definitely were, they would already have moved out, very likely having removed all traces of evidence. The fact that there were traitors among them was something they'd already learned the hard way.
"I've got something. The Masquerade used to use an old weapons factory south of the Rotting Marshes as a slave auctioning venue."
Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 13:53 (2 Years ago)
It made him sick to the stomach.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 16:14 (2 Years ago)
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆
Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 20:44 (2 Years ago)
"Oh, Jasmine. Get over here. We have a situation that you're involved in, whether you like it or not." Jack stalked after the annoying girl, grabbing her arm.
"We're going to take a little trip to the World Tree, and your going to tell me everything you can about your second sister." She flashed the binder in the girl's line of sight. Her interactions were transactional. She had no time for sentiments and excuses.
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Posted: Tue, 06/06/2023 02:09 (2 Years ago)
Jasmine is understandably confused and angry over the fact that Jack suddenly had any interest in her. After all, Jack had seemingly ignored Jasmine’s existence up till the point where she knew that Jasmine could possibly be of help in saving Kendo and Sera. As far as Jasmine was concerned, she was certainly going to reciprocate the attitude of Jack towards her, though definitely not to the extent of Kendo and Sera’s lives, of course.
She looks Athena up and down, before confirming. “Yes, Lediana is right to say that The Masquerade used to use an old weapons factory south of the Rotting Marshes as a slave auctioning venue. But they have several auctioning venues, so there might be a small chance is not the one. That weapons factory is the one my sister got sold at though.”
Posted: Wed, 07/06/2023 00:25 (2 Years ago)
"Let's go the weapons factory, then. It's as good a place to start as anywhere. Lediana, how are you doing on transporation?"
She needed to find Lydia. The girl would be pissed if they left without her, if only because Emma was a captive.
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Posted: Thu, 08/06/2023 00:46 (2 Years ago)
This was disgusting.
To sell children, like they were cattle...
Kendo wanted to blast the guards to pieces.
But he couldn't.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Thu, 08/06/2023 01:11 (2 Years ago)
Shieta should be used to the sudden affection from the red-head by now, but each time, Shieta ends up with just a warm fuzzy feeling in her chest either way. But this time, knowing her good natured friend was trying to comfort her made Shieta giddy. Oh, what did good deed did Shieta do to meet someone as good as Elvira..
She chuckled lightly, and shook her head. Her curly silver locks swayed long with her, as her eyes were filled with mirth.
When was the last time she laughed again? Who cares, let her enjoy this moment. Just a little bit longer.
"You didn't understand that did you? No worries.." Shieta ignored the part about singing, for the sake of protecting her pride. Pulling away from Elvira, Shieta turned around and boldly hield out her hand in front of the red head.
It was as if Shieta was drunk on the rare moment of happiness, she completely relaxed herself. Her eyes curled up, along with her smile that was full of mirth and softness. Like a scene that came from a movie, the sun's orange and red hue perfectly shades in on Shieta's pale malnourished skin, giving it life.
"Trust me, and just take my hand. I'll take care of everything."
Shieta's has never felt this alive.
'Thank you, Elvira.'
Posted: Thu, 08/06/2023 06:17 (2 Years ago)
"I trust you a 112%, Shietacik!" She exclaims, smiling and shining like the sun itself.
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Posted: Sat, 10/06/2023 04:19 (2 Years ago)
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆
Posted: Sun, 11/06/2023 21:49 (2 Years ago)
It was time to focus.
Narrowing her eyes, Shieta allowed her mana to circulate through her body, before into the scroll. The scroll faintly lit up, and levitated from her hands into the air, shining a silver-ish blue light. It was the sign of Shieta's mana, and just like Shieta, it shows an elegant yet cold gleam. But somehow, it was warm this time. Like when you wake up to the sun's warm orange glow shining upon the year's first snow.
Unknown language spewed out of Shieta's lips, the language was familiar, at the same time unfamiliar. As the light grew brighter and brighter around the scroll, the wind picked up. The wind was violent, and.. somehow eerie..?
"???"
Shieta opened her eyes wide, what was going on? Something felt terribly off. But before she could cancel the spell, everything went dark.
She couldn't even warn Elvira beforehand.
Posted: Sun, 11/06/2023 21:55 (2 Years ago)
"Did it work? Are we now somewhere else?" She asked, holding the witch's hand tightly. Even in this dark environment and through wind and all, she was still warm.
"Maybe I can light a fire..." She goes around her own waist with her hand, trying to find a match.
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Posted: Sun, 11/06/2023 22:10 (2 Years ago)
Shieta's back trembled and slouched as she cough against her hands, while her eyes were gleaming cautiously as she observing her surroundings. Belatedly, did she realized that there was something sticky against her palm.
"...Huh."
It was red, and had a metallic taste and scent. Sheita wasn't an idiot, she could tell it was blood. But strangely, she didn't panic, as if it wasn't the first time it had happened.
Posted: Sun, 11/06/2023 22:17 (2 Years ago)
"O-Oh no, are you okay?!" The match she held was longer than ordinary ones, so she puts the other end of the match between her teeth and looks on her belt.
"Maches... inschrument... wheresch che Bandache." She asked, slightly harder to understand with the lit match in her mouth.
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.