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Postby Luminesa » Sun Aug 26, 2018 7:03 pm

Soleil waited outside of the dome to see if Alphonse might have been weakened by his attack, but then the fiery dome around him expanded. He was molding the dome like clay in his hands, allowing it to bend and bloat at his will. If Soleil could exploit the weaknesses in the dome and perhaps strike him from within again, maybe he could sneak some sort of smaller attack and hit him that way...or so he thought. As soon as he floated a little closer to examine the dome, the fire from the same construct shot into the sky like magma out of a volcano. "...Wh...Wha?" he exclaimed, as the fire exploded.

Of course, what comes up must come down. As soon as the fire flew up toward the sky, it started to shoot back down toward Soleil in the shape of a sort of fireball-shower. The fireballs were too close and condensed, and he would not be able to dodge them. Thinking quickly, he created a large shield of wind in front of him, and he whirled it so that it spun at a high speed. The fireballs hit it, and he got back as he saw the shield take the pressure. He grit his teeth as the shield cracked, and then moved away so that the fiery explosion would not hit him.

Some of the fire shot through, however, and he blocked his face with his arms, causing himself to be burned. Oddly enough for anyone watching, he did not shout in pain. Yet Shaun, and possibly the twins, would know why. Being burned and healed over and over had caused his body extensive nerve damage, especially in his arms and back, thus he could not feel the pain there as much. Nevertheless, he knew that while his clothing was damaged and his skin would have more burns, he did not take the time to try and focus on them. He threw off his Venta cloak to the ground below, and he looked below to the dome. Flying low, he decided to try and take the dome himself. The wind within the construct was still his own Magic, and so he fought to separate the Wind Magic from the Fire Magic. Alphonse would feel the construct unraveling around him, and Soleil felt his confidence rise slightly. Maybe I can actually hit him now...If he tries to hit me, I can just strike with a big ball of wind!...I think... he planned.
Catholic, pro-life, and proud of it. I prefer my debates on religion, politics, and sports with some coffee and a little Aquinas and G.K. CHESTERTON here and there. Not that I need the coffee, but you know... :3

So apparently I am an ENFP!

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faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us...
and the greatest is love."
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Postby Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Sep 03, 2018 6:56 pm

Luminesa wrote:Soleil waited outside of the dome to see if Alphonse might have been weakened by his attack, but then the fiery dome around him expanded. He was molding the dome like clay in his hands, allowing it to bend and bloat at his will. If Soleil could exploit the weaknesses in the dome and perhaps strike him from within again, maybe he could sneak some sort of smaller attack and hit him that way...or so he thought. As soon as he floated a little closer to examine the dome, the fire from the same construct shot into the sky like magma out of a volcano. "...Wh...Wha?" he exclaimed, as the fire exploded.

Of course, what comes up must come down. As soon as the fire flew up toward the sky, it started to shoot back down toward Soleil in the shape of a sort of fireball-shower. The fireballs were too close and condensed, and he would not be able to dodge them. Thinking quickly, he created a large shield of wind in front of him, and he whirled it so that it spun at a high speed. The fireballs hit it, and he got back as he saw the shield take the pressure. He grit his teeth as the shield cracked, and then moved away so that the fiery explosion would not hit him.

Some of the fire shot through, however, and he blocked his face with his arms, causing himself to be burned. Oddly enough for anyone watching, he did not shout in pain. Yet Shaun, and possibly the twins, would know why. Being burned and healed over and over had caused his body extensive nerve damage, especially in his arms and back, thus he could not feel the pain there as much. Nevertheless, he knew that while his clothing was damaged and his skin would have more burns, he did not take the time to try and focus on them. He threw off his Venta cloak to the ground below, and he looked below to the dome. Flying low, he decided to try and take the dome himself. The wind within the construct was still his own Magic, and so he fought to separate the Wind Magic from the Fire Magic. Alphonse would feel the construct unraveling around him, and Soleil felt his confidence rise slightly. Maybe I can actually hit him now...If he tries to hit me, I can just strike with a big ball of wind!...I think... he planned.


Alphonse Baskerville

Strange... The fireballs hit, but I can still sense him coming... Well, time for blunt force then.

He could sense the strength Soleil ripping his dome open: a smart yet dangerous tactic, as flying straight to Alphonse wasn't a safe decision. His initial tactic could've fooled someone, leading his opponent to think he was a defensive type of fighter, when he was just the opposite. His defense was wisely created to lure his target closer, in a range where he could unleash a flurry of attacks. Letting the dome go, he had a clear vision of Soleil, and the trap he devised came in hand.

With one swift motion from his hand, the whip came out of the ground, restraining Soleil's movements, and with a brutal movement, Alphonse threw him to the right before retracting the whip, made of a solidified yet extensible fire. Unclear to many, it had a small degree of his family's Dark Arts, which caused more pain than the usual hit of the element, while helping it to stabilize.

"You got me out of the dome, Mr. Rise. For that I congratulate you. However I must inform that it hardly means the end of your problems."
Nothing to see here, move along.

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Postby Luminesa » Tue Sep 04, 2018 9:06 am

Soleil felt himself getting thrown to the ground, before he could even realize what had happened. Getting too close had been a bit of a foolhardy move, but he had planned to try and be quicker on the draw. However, he had left himself too open, and now he felt the dull sting of dark fire on his skin, and then his head and back skidding against the grass. He tasted blood in his mouth, and his wings broke.

John kept a cool face as he continued to call the time. "Two minutes!" he yelled. He turned and looked over to Cecily, whom he sensed had become suddenly tense as Alphonse had attacked. "...You okay?..."

"...Yes, I'll be fine..." Cecily had picked-up the presence of Dark Magic immediately, but she said nothing. Even though she knew this could be another case of a hostile force invading the school, she could not simply stop the fight without raising suspicions. Thus she stood back and watched carefully.

In the meantime, Soleil struggled to sit upright. He coughed a little blood, and then stared up at his opponent. Now he had a chance to attack him, while he was gloating. Forcing himself to continue through the pain, he held a hand toward Alphonse. However, his attack did not appear in front of the potential Dark Mage. Rather, a silent growl sounded from above him. High in the air, a large orb of wind had formed into the shape of a fully-grown lion, which dropped like lead and held out its paws to pounce on Alphonse. Knowing Alphonse would have to dodge, he rolled away while he was distracted.

He was still too close to Alphonse, however, and his back ached. He could not simply rely on his wings, not when he felt he might not have enough Mana. He glared at his opponent, and hoped his lion would be able to create some distance. In the meantime, he created a wall-shield out of light, and kneeled behind it. He could only hope Alphonse would not be able to escape to get him from behind.
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Catholic, pro-life, and proud of it. I prefer my debates on religion, politics, and sports with some coffee and a little Aquinas and G.K. CHESTERTON here and there. Not that I need the coffee, but you know... :3

So apparently I am an ENFP!

Unofficial #1 fan of the Who Dat Nation.
"I'm just a singer of simple songs, I'm not a real political man. I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran. But I know Jesus, and I talk to God, and I remember this from when I was young:
faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us...
and the greatest is love."
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Postby Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Sep 24, 2018 5:35 am

Luminesa wrote:Soleil felt himself getting thrown to the ground, before he could even realize what had happened. Getting too close had been a bit of a foolhardy move, but he had planned to try and be quicker on the draw. However, he had left himself too open, and now he felt the dull sting of dark fire on his skin, and then his head and back skidding against the grass. He tasted blood in his mouth, and his wings broke.

John kept a cool face as he continued to call the time. "Two minutes!" he yelled. He turned and looked over to Cecily, whom he sensed had become suddenly tense as Alphonse had attacked. "...You okay?..."

"...Yes, I'll be fine..." Cecily had picked-up the presence of Dark Magic immediately, but she said nothing. Even though she knew this could be another case of a hostile force invading the school, she could not simply stop the fight without raising suspicions. Thus she stood back and watched carefully.

In the meantime, Soleil struggled to sit upright. He coughed a little blood, and then stared up at his opponent. Now he had a chance to attack him, while he was gloating. Forcing himself to continue through the pain, he held a hand toward Alphonse. However, his attack did not appear in front of the potential Dark Mage. Rather, a silent growl sounded from above him. High in the air, a large orb of wind had formed into the shape of a fully-grown lion, which dropped like lead and held out its paws to pounce on Alphonse. Knowing Alphonse would have to dodge, he rolled away while he was distracted.

He was still too close to Alphonse, however, and his back ached. He could not simply rely on his wings, not when he felt he might not have enough Mana. He glared at his opponent, and hoped his lion would be able to create some distance. In the meantime, he created a wall-shield out of light, and kneeled behind it. He could only hope Alphonse would not be able to escape to get him from behind.


Alphonse Baskerville

Again, Soleil used the animal constructs as a way to hit his foe. Wolves, lions, the wings of a butterfly: It was clear that Soleil got his inspiration from the things he saw around him, unlike most mages who thrived using abstract forms in their constructs. Rolling to the left, Alphonse saw the lion landing and roaring fiercely against him. Silently placing a fire spike behind him, he awaited for the animal to jump again, before he jumped out of the way and extended the spike, impaling the construct.

Now Soleil was his target once more. The wall offered frontal protection, but there always a way to go around the protection. Quickly, Alphonse extended his whip once more, launching it in the direction of Soleil, the tip cracking against the shield before snapping back and creating a cloud of fire that obstructed Soleil's vision. With a quick motion of hand, the whip hit the ground and like a cable went underground, before appearing behind the French mage. After a quick pull, the whip flew straight, destined to hit Soleil's back.
Nothing to see here, move along.

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Postby Luminesa » Mon Sep 24, 2018 10:07 am

Kingdom of Irhk wrote:
Luminesa wrote:Soleil felt himself getting thrown to the ground, before he could even realize what had happened. Getting too close had been a bit of a foolhardy move, but he had planned to try and be quicker on the draw. However, he had left himself too open, and now he felt the dull sting of dark fire on his skin, and then his head and back skidding against the grass. He tasted blood in his mouth, and his wings broke.

John kept a cool face as he continued to call the time. "Two minutes!" he yelled. He turned and looked over to Cecily, whom he sensed had become suddenly tense as Alphonse had attacked. "...You okay?..."

"...Yes, I'll be fine..." Cecily had picked-up the presence of Dark Magic immediately, but she said nothing. Even though she knew this could be another case of a hostile force invading the school, she could not simply stop the fight without raising suspicions. Thus she stood back and watched carefully.

In the meantime, Soleil struggled to sit upright. He coughed a little blood, and then stared up at his opponent. Now he had a chance to attack him, while he was gloating. Forcing himself to continue through the pain, he held a hand toward Alphonse. However, his attack did not appear in front of the potential Dark Mage. Rather, a silent growl sounded from above him. High in the air, a large orb of wind had formed into the shape of a fully-grown lion, which dropped like lead and held out its paws to pounce on Alphonse. Knowing Alphonse would have to dodge, he rolled away while he was distracted.

He was still too close to Alphonse, however, and his back ached. He could not simply rely on his wings, not when he felt he might not have enough Mana. He glared at his opponent, and hoped his lion would be able to create some distance. In the meantime, he created a wall-shield out of light, and kneeled behind it. He could only hope Alphonse would not be able to escape to get him from behind.


Alphonse Baskerville

Again, Soleil used the animal constructs as a way to hit his foe. Wolves, lions, the wings of a butterfly: It was clear that Soleil got his inspiration from the things he saw around him, unlike most mages who thrived using abstract forms in their constructs. Rolling to the left, Alphonse saw the lion landing and roaring fiercely against him. Silently placing a fire spike behind him, he awaited for the animal to jump again, before he jumped out of the way and extended the spike, impaling the construct.

Now Soleil was his target once more. The wall offered frontal protection, but there always a way to go around the protection. Quickly, Alphonse extended his whip once more, launching it in the direction of Soleil, the tip cracking against the shield before snapping back and creating a cloud of fire that obstructed Soleil's vision. With a quick motion of hand, the whip hit the ground and like a cable went underground, before appearing behind the French mage. After a quick pull, the whip flew straight, destined to hit Soleil's back.

Alphonse was more than athletic. He was a predator. Nothing Soleil threw at him fazed him, and he was running out of ideas. He needed a way to beat Alphonse, but nothing came to him, and he could not get close or he would be burned. He simply continued to hide behind the shield, waiting for inspiration to come to him. His lion was impaled by Alphonse's attack, and thus failed to make a comeback. As the wind and fire clashed and exploded, he winced and held his shield upright as much as he could.

Unfortunately, too much stress caused for the shield to crack and break like solid rock, when it was hit with the fiery whip. Burning dust and smoke popped and crackled in front of him, and he had to pull back. It had become a sort of mace, and now he was defenseless, as he covered his face with his hands. Alphonse was able to move behind him, and he cracked the whip. Before Soleil could recover from the first attack, he felt his back screech with pain. He yelled himself, and the force by itself was enough to cause him to fly across the battlefield. He rolled in the grass, and had trouble getting to his feet.

In fact, he had trouble getting up at all. He clenched the soft grass in his hand, and felt the dull burning on the skin of his back. "...Ngh..." He felt blood dripping down the corner of his lip, but did not have the strength even to clean his lip. He just laid on the ground, in pain. "...Something...please...something..." he whispered. He closed his eyes, and tears fell. He began to try to make an image in his mind to summon as a construct, but he did not have enough Mana.

"...Please..."
Catholic, pro-life, and proud of it. I prefer my debates on religion, politics, and sports with some coffee and a little Aquinas and G.K. CHESTERTON here and there. Not that I need the coffee, but you know... :3

So apparently I am an ENFP!

Unofficial #1 fan of the Who Dat Nation.
"I'm just a singer of simple songs, I'm not a real political man. I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran. But I know Jesus, and I talk to God, and I remember this from when I was young:
faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us...
and the greatest is love."
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Postby Serah » Sun Oct 07, 2018 3:56 pm

Following the end of his fight, Oliver found himself with nothing to do. His former group having seemingly disappeared from his sight and as far as he was concerned, from existence itself.
However, there was still a bistro opened up with the food they had made, although to him it like look like a posh cafe mostly because there was no alcohol. And though there wasn't anything that he would've found interesting initially, he figured that he would still enter it. So as to check things out at least.

As he entered, the fresh smell of tea and cake filled the air, which, unfortunately for him made the air quite heavy as he had an unnaturally developed sense of smell; Said sense of smell couldn't be accurately compared to a dog's, but he could somewhat easily figure out how certain foods were composed and/or figure out where a smell was coming from. This helped him countless times, but also enforced a rather strong olfactory memory.
It sometimes was more of a disservice to him than anything else.

The tea grabbed his attention, then Ambrosia. And of course, Amanda.

"Hello there." He spoke up.

"If you could get me tea, that'd be lovely. I need to be awake for the rest of the day.
Haven't slept well last night."

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Postby Kingdom of Irhk » Sun Oct 07, 2018 7:27 pm

Luminesa wrote:
Kingdom of Irhk wrote:
Alphonse Baskerville

Again, Soleil used the animal constructs as a way to hit his foe. Wolves, lions, the wings of a butterfly: It was clear that Soleil got his inspiration from the things he saw around him, unlike most mages who thrived using abstract forms in their constructs. Rolling to the left, Alphonse saw the lion landing and roaring fiercely against him. Silently placing a fire spike behind him, he awaited for the animal to jump again, before he jumped out of the way and extended the spike, impaling the construct.

Now Soleil was his target once more. The wall offered frontal protection, but there always a way to go around the protection. Quickly, Alphonse extended his whip once more, launching it in the direction of Soleil, the tip cracking against the shield before snapping back and creating a cloud of fire that obstructed Soleil's vision. With a quick motion of hand, the whip hit the ground and like a cable went underground, before appearing behind the French mage. After a quick pull, the whip flew straight, destined to hit Soleil's back.

Alphonse was more than athletic. He was a predator. Nothing Soleil threw at him fazed him, and he was running out of ideas. He needed a way to beat Alphonse, but nothing came to him, and he could not get close or he would be burned. He simply continued to hide behind the shield, waiting for inspiration to come to him. His lion was impaled by Alphonse's attack, and thus failed to make a comeback. As the wind and fire clashed and exploded, he winced and held his shield upright as much as he could.

Unfortunately, too much stress caused for the shield to crack and break like solid rock, when it was hit with the fiery whip. Burning dust and smoke popped and crackled in front of him, and he had to pull back. It had become a sort of mace, and now he was defenseless, as he covered his face with his hands. Alphonse was able to move behind him, and he cracked the whip. Before Soleil could recover from the first attack, he felt his back screech with pain. He yelled himself, and the force by itself was enough to cause him to fly across the battlefield. He rolled in the grass, and had trouble getting to his feet.

In fact, he had trouble getting up at all. He clenched the soft grass in his hand, and felt the dull burning on the skin of his back. "...Ngh..." He felt blood dripping down the corner of his lip, but did not have the strength even to clean his lip. He just laid on the ground, in pain. "...Something...please...something..." he whispered. He closed his eyes, and tears fell. He began to try to make an image in his mind to summon as a construct, but he did not have enough Mana.

"...Please..."


Alphonse Baskerville

"I think someone should help Mr. Rise. I believe he is quite tired from our fight, which was fruitful for my training. I guess I can count that as a victory. Have a nice day, Mr. Rise."

Dispelling the fire whip and slightly relaxing his posture, Alphonse clearly was worried in keeping appearances up, projecting the image of someone who was simply a reserved man, that rarely talked about his personal life. A trained eye probably could see through the curtain he lifted around his personality through softened and polite words.

"Teachers, anything else you need?"
Nothing to see here, move along.

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Postby Luminesa » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:40 pm

Kingdom of Irhk wrote:
Luminesa wrote:Alphonse was more than athletic. He was a predator. Nothing Soleil threw at him fazed him, and he was running out of ideas. He needed a way to beat Alphonse, but nothing came to him, and he could not get close or he would be burned. He simply continued to hide behind the shield, waiting for inspiration to come to him. His lion was impaled by Alphonse's attack, and thus failed to make a comeback. As the wind and fire clashed and exploded, he winced and held his shield upright as much as he could.

Unfortunately, too much stress caused for the shield to crack and break like solid rock, when it was hit with the fiery whip. Burning dust and smoke popped and crackled in front of him, and he had to pull back. It had become a sort of mace, and now he was defenseless, as he covered his face with his hands. Alphonse was able to move behind him, and he cracked the whip. Before Soleil could recover from the first attack, he felt his back screech with pain. He yelled himself, and the force by itself was enough to cause him to fly across the battlefield. He rolled in the grass, and had trouble getting to his feet.

In fact, he had trouble getting up at all. He clenched the soft grass in his hand, and felt the dull burning on the skin of his back. "...Ngh..." He felt blood dripping down the corner of his lip, but did not have the strength even to clean his lip. He just laid on the ground, in pain. "...Something...please...something..." he whispered. He closed his eyes, and tears fell. He began to try to make an image in his mind to summon as a construct, but he did not have enough Mana.

"...Please..."


Alphonse Baskerville

"I think someone should help Mr. Rise. I believe he is quite tired from our fight, which was fruitful for my training. I guess I can count that as a victory. Have a nice day, Mr. Rise."

Dispelling the fire whip and slightly relaxing his posture, Alphonse clearly was worried in keeping appearances up, projecting the image of someone who was simply a reserved man, that rarely talked about his personal life. A trained eye probably could see through the curtain he lifted around his personality through softened and polite words.

"Teachers, anything else you need?"

Soleil needed help to get up, despite his desire to get to his feet on his own. Quickly, Cecily ran and helped him to his feet, examining him both for physical damage and for damage to his Mana System, which was known to be fragile. She kept herself from looking toward Alphonse, who gave her bad vibes, and she felt Soleil’s wounds. “It’s going to be okay, I’m here,” she assured him gently, as she put pressure on his back and arms to check his pain. “Where does it hurt worst?”

“...Ummm...m-my back...and shoulders...Th-thank you...” He tried not to complain too much and grit his teeth. With everyone watching, he wanted to look strong. He gave her a pained smile, and with her help he wobbled to his feet.

“I’ll heal you up and you’ll rest on the sidelines, okay?...You did a good job, both of you,” she comforted him.

John, on the other hand, wasn’t as sentimental. He was aware that Alphonse wasn’t a nice person, and now his suspicions grew. He heard the venom behind the thin veneer of politeness, and he stepped toward him. “...No. Nothing else you need to do. You did good, like she said,” he answered calmly. He would confront him in private, but for now he had to proctor the rest of this exam.
Catholic, pro-life, and proud of it. I prefer my debates on religion, politics, and sports with some coffee and a little Aquinas and G.K. CHESTERTON here and there. Not that I need the coffee, but you know... :3

So apparently I am an ENFP!

Unofficial #1 fan of the Who Dat Nation.
"I'm just a singer of simple songs, I'm not a real political man. I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran. But I know Jesus, and I talk to God, and I remember this from when I was young:
faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us...
and the greatest is love."
-Alan Jackson

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Serah wrote:Following the end of his fight, Oliver found himself with nothing to do. His former group having seemingly disappeared from his sight and as far as he was concerned, from existence itself.
However, there was still a bistro opened up with the food they had made, although to him it like look like a posh cafe mostly because there was no alcohol. And though there wasn't anything that he would've found interesting initially, he figured that he would still enter it. So as to check things out at least.

As he entered, the fresh smell of tea and cake filled the air, which, unfortunately for him made the air quite heavy as he had an unnaturally developed sense of smell; Said sense of smell couldn't be accurately compared to a dog's, but he could somewhat easily figure out how certain foods were composed and/or figure out where a smell was coming from. This helped him countless times, but also enforced a rather strong olfactory memory.
It sometimes was more of a disservice to him than anything else.

The tea grabbed his attention, then Ambrosia. And of course, Amanda.

"Hello there." He spoke up.

"If you could get me tea, that'd be lovely. I need to be awake for the rest of the day.
Haven't slept well last night."
Amanda lowered her newspaper, beginning to glance at Oliver. She sized him up, as if a mob goon taking note of the customer. She then punched a few keys into the register. The teacher lowered her feet from the top of the counter and adjusted her glasses, "the lemon tea is free, but we also have a variety of other teas that you may like as well. Though, I'm more of a coffee person. If you want some pick-me-up for the rest of the day, hmmm.... maybe some peppermint tea? Well, I do have a certain tin of wake up tea."

She hops down onto the ground and then strolls over to a cupboard. She hops up, jumping futilely. Then, Virgil snuck up in the cupboard and handed to her from above. Amanda smiled a little, "thank you." Virgil was adept at hiding from students.

Amanda then walked back to the register and slammed a large tin of "Wake 'the F#ck' UP" tea. She clears her throat, reading the back of the box, "this brand of 'wake up tea' is an orange fruit tea, flavored with dried apples, blueberries, grapes, oranges, hibiscus. Good for a quick wake up, this black tea (meaning it is more flavorful than lighter teas) is both sweet and packed with energy. It is strong and will leave you without any 'coffee' jitters. Recommended with a bit of honey. Steep for 5 minutes--" she then puts it back down-- "or so it says. Would you like some Wake 'the F#ck UP' tea, or regular lemon?"



Luminesa wrote:
Kingdom of Irhk wrote:
Alphonse Baskerville

"I think someone should help Mr. Rise. I believe he is quite tired from our fight, which was fruitful for my training. I guess I can count that as a victory. Have a nice day, Mr. Rise."

Dispelling the fire whip and slightly relaxing his posture, Alphonse clearly was worried in keeping appearances up, projecting the image of someone who was simply a reserved man, that rarely talked about his personal life. A trained eye probably could see through the curtain he lifted around his personality through softened and polite words.

"Teachers, anything else you need?"

Soleil needed help to get up, despite his desire to get to his feet on his own. Quickly, Cecily ran and helped him to his feet, examining him both for physical damage and for damage to his Mana System, which was known to be fragile. She kept herself from looking toward Alphonse, who gave her bad vibes, and she felt Soleil’s wounds. “It’s going to be okay, I’m here,” she assured him gently, as she put pressure on his back and arms to check his pain. “Where does it hurt worst?”

“...Ummm...m-my back...and shoulders...Th-thank you...” He tried not to complain too much and grit his teeth. With everyone watching, he wanted to look strong. He gave her a pained smile, and with her help he wobbled to his feet.

“I’ll heal you up and you’ll rest on the sidelines, okay?...You did a good job, both of you,” she comforted him.

John, on the other hand, wasn’t as sentimental. He was aware that Alphonse wasn’t a nice person, and now his suspicions grew. He heard the venom behind the thin veneer of politeness, and he stepped toward him. “...No. Nothing else you need to do. You did good, like she said,” he answered calmly. He would confront him in private, but for now he had to proctor the rest of this exam.

Amanda watched the fight between Soleil and Alphonse intently. It was subtle, but she could feel dark energy packed within the blows. Magic like that could be ruthless, especially on a younger person's body. Alphonse had a particular aura as he fought. Unrelated to his magical aura, Alphonse seemed to exude a kind of 'dominance' in battle. She surmised this was intentional, Alphonse's ruthlessness was as much to strike fear as it was to break wills.

Amanda put down the newspaper, having been attempting to stay in touch about the apparent war that had begun for a number of royal houses. She had been unawares of it having only recently re-awoken. She quickly brewed a small tea mixed with a couple of rare magical plants. She then whispered a small word of power. She wrote a quick note to Soleil. After which, she whistled for Virgil and handed him the packet of herbs, a small cup like used for cough syrup, and the note.

Virgil jumped down, carrying all of them in his hands as he scurried over to Soleil and Cecily. He placed it in front of Soleil and Cecily. It seemed to be a small tea used for purification. There were also instructions for Cecily on how to brew and steep it. Ambrosia was not the best at herbal magics, but this was a simple remedy. If consumed, it would help cleanse out any stray dark magic.

"This should lessen damage to one's bodily mana," the note to Soleil says. Virgil then darts away back to the bistro.

Amanda then pulls out her 'special book.' As soon as it was pulled out, the hairs raised on the back of each student's neck. It was a cursed book, to many of the students. She marked one of the students into it, intending to see them later.
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Postby Serah » Wed Oct 10, 2018 10:31 am

Saleon wrote:Amanda Stradt
The Storyteller
Outside Courtyard

Serah wrote:Following the end of his fight, Oliver found himself with nothing to do. His former group having seemingly disappeared from his sight and as far as he was concerned, from existence itself.
However, there was still a bistro opened up with the food they had made, although to him it like look like a posh cafe mostly because there was no alcohol. And though there wasn't anything that he would've found interesting initially, he figured that he would still enter it. So as to check things out at least.

As he entered, the fresh smell of tea and cake filled the air, which, unfortunately for him made the air quite heavy as he had an unnaturally developed sense of smell; Said sense of smell couldn't be accurately compared to a dog's, but he could somewhat easily figure out how certain foods were composed and/or figure out where a smell was coming from. This helped him countless times, but also enforced a rather strong olfactory memory.
It sometimes was more of a disservice to him than anything else.

The tea grabbed his attention, then Ambrosia. And of course, Amanda.

"Hello there." He spoke up.

"If you could get me tea, that'd be lovely. I need to be awake for the rest of the day.
Haven't slept well last night."
Amanda lowered her newspaper, beginning to glance at Oliver. She sized him up, as if a mob goon taking note of the customer. She then punched a few keys into the register. The teacher lowered her feet from the top of the counter and adjusted her glasses, "the lemon tea is free, but we also have a variety of other teas that you may like as well. Though, I'm more of a coffee person. If you want some pick-me-up for the rest of the day, hmmm.... maybe some peppermint tea? Well, I do have a certain tin of wake up tea."

She hops down onto the ground and then strolls over to a cupboard. She hops up, jumping futilely. Then, Virgil snuck up in the cupboard and handed to her from above. Amanda smiled a little, "thank you." Virgil was adept at hiding from students.

Amanda then walked back to the register and slammed a large tin of "Wake 'the F#ck' UP" tea. She clears her throat, reading the back of the box, "this brand of 'wake up tea' is an orange fruit tea, flavored with dried apples, blueberries, grapes, oranges, hibiscus. Good for a quick wake up, this black tea (meaning it is more flavorful than lighter teas) is both sweet and packed with energy. It is strong and will leave you without any 'coffee' jitters. Recommended with a bit of honey. Steep for 5 minutes--" she then puts it back down-- "or so it says. Would you like some Wake 'the F#ck UP' tea, or regular lemon?"


Oliver listened to the speech given by Amanda, hailing the tea as one of the most efficient things to wake up with.
However, he did steal a few glances at Ambrosia. He wasn't quite sure if she had fought yet, and if she did, how the fight had gone down.
Due to him training both Soleil and Ambrosia to some degree, he felt like it was his responsibility to make them win or hold up in front of everybody else.
The limited training he managed to dispense put him on edge, he felt as if he let them down.

But maybe that wasn't the case? Who knew. He'd have to ask.

"Either peppermint or that, whichever you feel is better." He answered shortly with his best impression of a light smile that almost didn't look forced.
Yet, while he was doing absolutely nothing on the sides, he watched Soleil fight.
And of course, being who he was and generally having a better grasp of magic than most others, he felt what had gone on with Alphonse. Albeit he didn't think much of it at first, it started clicking together afterwards.

"I suppose you felt it as well? What Alphonse mixed in with his attacks." He started. "He's a natural at this, dominant position, strong mana, and a doctrine of attrition behind it all. If I was any less trained, he'd be the incentive for me to start up again. But-"

He looked back outside, at Soleil, then briefly Ambrosia; Somehow he felt like those two needed protection the most, their grasp on their own powers was low, and while they could learn... He found his gaze fixating Alphonse's mannerisms, and unbeknownst to him, a disgusted snarl formed and disappeared as quickly as he turned back.

"-He's unnerving. He sounds, talks and acts like a noble. Accursed backstabbing bastards is what they are." He sighed, and sat down, looking in the distance.

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Postby Saleon » Wed Oct 10, 2018 7:43 pm

Amanda Stradt
The Storyteller
Outside Courtyard

Serah wrote:
Saleon wrote:Amanda lowered her newspaper, beginning to glance at Oliver. She sized him up, as if a mob goon taking note of the customer. She then punched a few keys into the register. The teacher lowered her feet from the top of the counter and adjusted her glasses, "the lemon tea is free, but we also have a variety of other teas that you may like as well. Though, I'm more of a coffee person. If you want some pick-me-up for the rest of the day, hmmm.... maybe some peppermint tea? Well, I do have a certain tin of wake up tea."

She hops down onto the ground and then strolls over to a cupboard. She hops up, jumping futilely. Then, Virgil snuck up in the cupboard and handed to her from above. Amanda smiled a little, "thank you." Virgil was adept at hiding from students.

Amanda then walked back to the register and slammed a large tin of "Wake 'the F#ck' UP" tea. She clears her throat, reading the back of the box, "this brand of 'wake up tea' is an orange fruit tea, flavored with dried apples, blueberries, grapes, oranges, hibiscus. Good for a quick wake up, this black tea (meaning it is more flavorful than lighter teas) is both sweet and packed with energy. It is strong and will leave you without any 'coffee' jitters. Recommended with a bit of honey. Steep for 5 minutes--" she then puts it back down-- "or so it says. Would you like some Wake 'the F#ck UP' tea, or regular lemon?"


Oliver listened to the speech given by Amanda, hailing the tea as one of the most efficient things to wake up with.
However, he did steal a few glances at Ambrosia. He wasn't quite sure if she had fought yet, and if she did, how the fight had gone down.
Due to him training both Soleil and Ambrosia to some degree, he felt like it was his responsibility to make them win or hold up in front of everybody else.
The limited training he managed to dispense put him on edge, he felt as if he let them down.

But maybe that wasn't the case? Who knew. He'd have to ask.

"Either peppermint or that, whichever you feel is better." He answered shortly with his best impression of a light smile that almost didn't look forced.
Yet, while he was doing absolutely nothing on the sides, he watched Soleil fight.
And of course, being who he was and generally having a better grasp of magic than most others, he felt what had gone on with Alphonse. Albeit he didn't think much of it at first, it started clicking together afterwards.

"I suppose you felt it as well? What Alphonse mixed in with his attacks." He started. "He's a natural at this, dominant position, strong mana, and a doctrine of attrition behind it all. If I was any less trained, he'd be the incentive for me to start up again. But-"

He looked back outside, at Soleil, then briefly Ambrosia; Somehow he felt like those two needed protection the most, their grasp on their own powers was low, and while they could learn... He found his gaze fixating Alphonse's mannerisms, and unbeknownst to him, a disgusted snarl formed and disappeared as quickly as he turned back.

"-He's unnerving. He sounds, talks and acts like a noble. Accursed backstabbing bastards is what they are." He sighed, and sat down, looking in the distance.
Amanda yawned a little, "I dunno. Tea isn't my thing." She shrugged, half-disinterested, and then just picked up the Wake Up tea, "I just read what was on the package. You are trying this one now." She went over and grab a fine teacup with a golden band around the rim. After placing a little bit of honey in the cup, she placed a teabag in the cup, then poured some hot water in the cup. She then let it sit for a bit while she held it in her hand and placed in near the register, "two silver." As it turns out, the wake up tea was actually cheaper than peppermint.

As they waited on the tea, Oliver seemed to strike up a small conversation.

"I suppose you felt it as well? What Alphonse mixed in with his attacks." He started. "He's a natural at this, dominant position, strong mana, and a doctrine of attrition behind it all. If I was any less trained, he'd be the incentive for me to start up again. But--He's unnerving. He sounds, talks and acts like a noble. Accursed backstabbing bastards is what they are."

"You have a good eye, kid," Amanda says, taking a small sniff of the tea. She gave it a small stir to make sure the bag stirred in all the way, "I don't condone his behavior, to be sure. He will get chewed out for his little 'act' during this spar."

She then pulled out her notebook, writing down another name in the book, seemingly on another section. It still had the effect of making others shake a little in fear.

"He isn't just about domination. He is about breaking wills," Amanda mentions. In her eyes, it was better to say he was like a torturer refined in their craft. "I've said to much. Either way, it isn't uncommon for nobles," she adds, clearing her throat, "the ones who think they are made to be above others. Maybe even more for mages."
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Postby Luminesa » Thu Oct 11, 2018 9:39 pm

Cecily did not immediately notice the tea packet or the note which Virgil brought to her. However, as Soleil finally stood next to her, she looked down and saw the magical mouse and his gifts. Leaning over to pick-up the note and the packet, she read the note to herself and then looked to Soleil. “...Professor Stradt wants me to brew this for you. Come over here by her...um...cafe?...I’ll make you a cup,” she urged him.

He followed her, and sat in a chair nearby to rest, as he waited for the tea. He noticed Oliver, and also Ambrosia, who was still hungry for more cakes. The latter noticed Soleil first, and grinned. “You did a good job! That was cool, how you summoned a lion! You’ve never summoned that before!”

He blushed. “...I-I was...waiting to be able to...summon the lion...I was excited. It was...something different...it just wasn’t enough...” He frowned and sighed, saddened that he could not finish his quarterly exams on a strong note. Just then, Cecily came back with the brewed tea, and handed the little cup to Soleil. As he smelled the sweet, fruity, blueberry aroma, he liked the drink already. “...Thank you, Nurse Cecily...Wh...What was it for?...Did the n-note say?”

“It’s for your Mana stream. It’ll cleanse you and make you feel better. So drink it all down!” Cecily instructed him. With a smile she added, “And you did fine. Both of you did fine. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

He decided to take her advice, and smiled back. He then blew the steam hovering over the tea, and took a sip. The drink was still hot, mild, and had a couple drops of honey. The scent was comforting and rejuvenating, and he felt peaceful. “...This is...very good...I-I...need to thank Professor Stradt...” he muttered.
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Postby Serah » Mon Oct 15, 2018 3:11 pm

Saleon wrote:Amanda Stradt
The Storyteller
Outside Courtyard

Serah wrote:
Oliver listened to the speech given by Amanda, hailing the tea as one of the most efficient things to wake up with.
However, he did steal a few glances at Ambrosia. He wasn't quite sure if she had fought yet, and if she did, how the fight had gone down.
Due to him training both Soleil and Ambrosia to some degree, he felt like it was his responsibility to make them win or hold up in front of everybody else.
The limited training he managed to dispense put him on edge, he felt as if he let them down.

But maybe that wasn't the case? Who knew. He'd have to ask.

"Either peppermint or that, whichever you feel is better." He answered shortly with his best impression of a light smile that almost didn't look forced.
Yet, while he was doing absolutely nothing on the sides, he watched Soleil fight.
And of course, being who he was and generally having a better grasp of magic than most others, he felt what had gone on with Alphonse. Albeit he didn't think much of it at first, it started clicking together afterwards.

"I suppose you felt it as well? What Alphonse mixed in with his attacks." He started. "He's a natural at this, dominant position, strong mana, and a doctrine of attrition behind it all. If I was any less trained, he'd be the incentive for me to start up again. But-"

He looked back outside, at Soleil, then briefly Ambrosia; Somehow he felt like those two needed protection the most, their grasp on their own powers was low, and while they could learn... He found his gaze fixating Alphonse's mannerisms, and unbeknownst to him, a disgusted snarl formed and disappeared as quickly as he turned back.

"-He's unnerving. He sounds, talks and acts like a noble. Accursed backstabbing bastards is what they are." He sighed, and sat down, looking in the distance.
Amanda yawned a little, "I dunno. Tea isn't my thing." She shrugged, half-disinterested, and then just picked up the Wake Up tea, "I just read what was on the package. You are trying this one now." She went over and grab a fine teacup with a golden band around the rim. After placing a little bit of honey in the cup, she placed a teabag in the cup, then poured some hot water in the cup. She then let it sit for a bit while she held it in her hand and placed in near the register, "two silver." As it turns out, the wake up tea was actually cheaper than peppermint.

As they waited on the tea, Oliver seemed to strike up a small conversation.

"I suppose you felt it as well? What Alphonse mixed in with his attacks." He started. "He's a natural at this, dominant position, strong mana, and a doctrine of attrition behind it all. If I was any less trained, he'd be the incentive for me to start up again. But--He's unnerving. He sounds, talks and acts like a noble. Accursed backstabbing bastards is what they are."

"You have a good eye, kid," Amanda says, taking a small sniff of the tea. She gave it a small stir to make sure the bag stirred in all the way, "I don't condone his behavior, to be sure. He will get chewed out for his little 'act' during this spar."

She then pulled out her notebook, writing down another name in the book, seemingly on another section. It still had the effect of making others shake a little in fear.

"He isn't just about domination. He is about breaking wills," Amanda mentions. In her eyes, it was better to say he was like a torturer refined in their craft. "I've said to much. Either way, it isn't uncommon for nobles," she adds, clearing her throat, "the ones who think they are made to be above others. Maybe even more for mages."


Oliver pulled the two coins out of his pocket and flicked them across the table to Amanda.

"Sure hope it's not my name you're writing in there. Wouldn't want to deal with the demon writer herself." He faked a chuckle, and grabbed his tea.

Again, he seemed to be hitting a low point. But really, what did it matter? He simply hid it from everyone as per usual. The usual mask never came off, not for anyone.
That mask of his only seemed to show cracks, fixed hastily with duct tape. People could figure out something was wrong, but they could never quite see just how bad things were really going.
Loneliness, as much as he liked it, was not something he managed to get used to. There was always this lingering feeling of longing, of not being able to do something that he didn't even know he was supposed to be doing.
It became a dull pain, one that grew and diminished over time. One he wasn't sure why it was here, or how it came. He just accepted it as a part of his life, however bad it could get and moved on.
All things have a breaking point though, and it would only be a matter of time before he'd either implode or explode.

Looking at Soleil, he felt a mix of both pride and light frustration. Mostly at the notable lack of knowledge he squeezed before the actual test.

"Hey, Soleil, you did good out there. If you manage to make the lion faster, I think it could become one of your staples." He started, tilting his cup towards the student. "However, you let yourself panic at the end and pretty much gave up. Knowing when to give up is one thing, but panicking is another. You should work on that next time."

Of course, he took into account the fact that Alphonse used dark mana to fill his blows; It would've been unfair not to do so.

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