Calibur High ( The Monster Academy) Reboot

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    "Many would rather seek comfort in the falsehood of an illusion,
    Than the brutal truth of reality."



    Deisys stared into the room just in time to see the girl trip and fall, tossing her shoe at the wall in anger before finally going on about how she hated them. Of course Deisys wasn't one to interfere. He would simply wait by until the issue was situated, because put simply. It wasn't his problem. Though surely if he was in the mood he would have helped out. Not like Deisys ever did, such a thing was rare. The male studied her dress, and tilted his head to the side, pursing his lips as he did so and squinting his eyes as if it would help him get a better idea of the outfit. Though he already knew it was of a gothic lolita fashion, this shouldn't have surprised him at all. Yet something was off. The dress, the stockings, the fact she didn't have shoes. Ahh yes the hat!, no that wasn't it. It was the fact she looked like a child, an eight year old child. Whatever she had done to dress herself she seemed to do it in a fashion that ensured she'd be taking at least amount of hits as possible. "Yes because being an eight year old will stop a group of assassins from killing you" Deisys shook his head before pursing his lips, only to stare at the girl once more and roll his eyes "You do know, rarely any of the Kazuto are going to be there. At least not the dangerous o-" he paused, remembering Zeno, who was the serious grandfather figure of the family. Well yes, surely Shizuka would be better off dressed as an eight year old. Suddenly she spoke up, asking about where Fran was and then jumping as if to try and see over him, which immediately earned a hand pressed against her face, tilting her head back to the point it looked like her head would snap, but finally Shizuka let go. "Stop saying that dreadful tune. More people will find out if you just blatantly yell it out like that" he added. It was then that he heard a familiar masculine voice behind him, making him purse his lips and widen his eyes towards Shizuka, only to roll them as if to say 'I told you so' and 'That was close' Once again Deisys would be watching two other people. "What did I tell you, hm?" he leaned close to the girl and placed a finger up before letting out a sigh. "No more of that alright? I'll talk to Fran later"


    With those words Deisys looked over his shoulder just in time to see Jason, and finally stepped outside of Shizuka's room before speaking up. "I think we're fine. Apparently She'll be going as a little eight year old girl" he murmured. And right there It was Deisys and Jason, while Shizuka was left to talk with the female, Bianca. Though of course they were traveling as a group. "Eh?" Deisys lifted his head and looked over his shoulder to peer at Bianca before looking back at Jason. Descending the stairs as he did so with the staff strapped to his back. "I didn't know Bianca knew how to do makeup" he murmured. The words more so for Jason then her. The two were right back at it. Talking as if they had known each other for the longest time. "You won't believe what I had to go through. Shizuka could barely get her shoes on-" the male paused, about halfway down the flight of steps to the fourth floor. "Shizuka". The male looked over his shoulder and turned back to stare at her feet "You have your shoes don't you?" Now whether or not she did would result in a stare off. Though once again it wasn't Deisys's problem. He looked back at Jason and took in a breath turning to face ahead as he did so "You guys got any plans after this?"


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    Fran looked at the girls sad nature and frowned. Seeing as his words seemed to reach somewhere in Amaya's heart that pulled a sad reaction. Fran paused for a moment before swallowing a lump in his throat. Of course he wasn't one to pay attention to emotion, like Enma did but something deep down was getting at him. Like a lump of guilt he couldn't swallow for bringing up the topic. Fran suddenly pushed it aside and smiled before waving his hand at Amaya. Looking back at her stomach and then turning his head to look behind her. "Don't worry about what I want. It's about what you need" he responded. Suddenly he grinned and pulled on the air around Amaya, running around her to reveal a red curtain with every step. One in which required fast changing skills before it fell, but just as quickly as Fran closed the curtain, he soon ran around again to open it, revealing Amaya in a black gothic dress. Loose in any place she so pleased and the perfect fit. Or at least that's what it felt and looked like. Every student was staring in awe while Fran stood there with his hands on his hips as if proud of his profound ability. Every students around them was falling for it. And why wouldn't they? The dress even felt real and had that smell as if it just came out the store. So this was the power of the master illusionist's student. The frog boy! Yes that would be his name. The almighty frog boy He squinted his eyes and pursed his lips with a look of triumph before giving Amaya a thumbs up (=3=). Now it was just a matter of finding his friends. Fran let out a sigh and adjusted his own suit and tie, looking around to see the line was moving up and space was being freed on the third floor. Some of these students not even going, but instead heading for lunch, obvious by their regular attire. "If you want we could head there now or wait for Deisys. But with those words being said he caught sight of a pineapple on its side hair style. Turning his head to spot Deisys who was talking his time down the steps and not bothering to wave to Fran, who had his hand going from side to side with a giant smile on his face, spotting Jason, Bianca, and Shizuka as well. The whole group was here! So it was time to go wasn't it? Well with that in mind he followed by Deisys's side. Who was now leading the way to the second and then the first floor and then outside where the heat was threatening to zap Fran of hydration. Finally Deisys looked over his shoulder at Jason, still speaking to him unless someone interjected "When we get here you'll stick with Shizuka, Bianca, and Amaya in the back. Do watch them for me" he frowned and nodded towards Fran "I have to take care of this one as it is" and with that he interjected with "I gave Amaya a dress!" as if excited of his achievements. They were free to take their time as the funeral didn't start until another hour, but it was already getting a bit filled up. A giant grave stone that belonged to Vladimir, and a few other smaller ones and then a medium sized one labeled Illumi, next to another one labeled Whis another old G.O.D member.


    It's either lunch, or Enma's place, or Illumi's funeral.
    Where as of now that's where everyone who has posted is going xD
    So I mean...
    Silvya is related to the family.
    That's all I'm saying xD
    don't have to do this portion

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    The gentle blues held surprise as Fran ran around making a red curtain appear so red a scarlet it seemed impossible. She about jumped as she felt light cloth cover her long agile limbs hugging her in the right areas but being gentle on her swollen stomach moving down to cover her feet which she already wore short heeled shoes. As she looked down at the Gothic style dress she couldn't do anything but catch her breath looking at the others who stared in awe of Frans trick. She felt the soft cloth with her hands a few small tears rising to the corners of her eyes. "Fran... You wonderful child..." Her eyes lifted to see the others approaching and moved forward a hand on Fran''s shoulder for a second to give his cheek a small warm kiss her words soft in his ear."Thank you." her warmth seemed to return to the body that had been cold and frozen making her stand tall and proud making the entire look seem like a painting that had come to life. Her face still held its sorrow in the shimmering blues set in soft skin that had taken a slight radiance in it, beautiful and sad all in one her aura clinging to her body in the form of a warm hug giving her the strength to walk on with the others. Still as her eyes found their eye to the headstone she could feel her throat catching refusing to let her go so easily. Still the tears that rimmed her eyes didn't fall... she wouldn't let them... Not now with the people around her near... she wouldn't let herself feel so weak and sick it wasn't the vixen way. She looked to her side smiling softly at вιanca her voice soft and wavering in the slightest. " You look beautiful today... I just wish it would have for a different reason." the gentle eyed girl observed her focusing on her forcing everything back as best she could. Amaya wasn't normal by a long shot.... where as someone like her mother could toss away someone so easily for her this was like a knife being twisted in her very soul the dark spot that had touched Illumi's ached for him. Wishing so desperately this was all some nightmare, that she would one day wake up and he would be there again. Despite how dark and evil he was, despite how much torture and pain he made her feel... he was permanently a scar upon her. All this she would forever hide away as she knew no one else would understand it... understand what it was like to literally have a piece of you ripped out, to feel the last breath, the last movement of their once loud beating heart. However this was the price she was paying for having let herself get to close to another such as him, and still if she had the chance she surely would have done it all again for a while longer with the man she could never of fully had.


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    Toma: A silent yawn had escaped his lips as he heaved into sitting position upon his bed this morning, Toma glanced around for a fleeting moment with his optics as they adjusted to the dorm that he was in. Notice had gotten around and nearly everyone should have gotten that it was Illumi's funeral today. A another funeral, eh? I thought I wouldn't have to experience one again. I thought the death of my family was the last ones. He thought mostly to himself as he slipped out of his bed, all there was to do was to simply get ready for it. Toma strolled towards his drawer to search for a black suit, and a pair of black pants. His attention shifted towards the window still in thought then he dressed into turn and preceded out the door, Toma ventured down the hallway towards the cafeteria for some breakfast. He heaved out a faint breath of air as he strolled to the counter to order some food for himself, then found an empty table to sit at.


    Himeko: Himeko had already woken up and was heading towards the cafeteria, her locks of hair remained loose against her back which was no longer in her usual ponytail. It was a funeral after all, she had been to tons of them and the head priestess of the shrine, her mother had told them to always loosen their hair whenever attending a funeral. She glanced around for a bit before settling her golden gaze upon Toma who sat a ways from the entrance of the cafeteria, "good morning Toma!" She called as she rushed over to his side with a smile present upon her features, she took an empty seat next to him.


    Shinoa: Shinoa found herself staring out the window of the cafeteria deep in thought regarding the funeral, her first impression of Illumi was not a very good one in fact she didn't like him one bit, it was the vibe about him that made her uneasy. But she can never forger what had happened to him, being a fellow G.O.D and all didn't seem to bring others closer at all. "Hmm," she stirred her spoon in the hot beverage she was drinking whilst one hand was propped against her chin.(Bleh, found myself not making any sense whatsoever)

    It's alright. Just get some rest and relax. Once you feel you're up for it then feel free to post but for now get rest. Health first, then rping^^


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    "Death is inevitable."



    Jason stepped back along with Bianca as the illusionist stepped out of the G.O.D. member's room, peering over the male's shoulder to see that Shizuka was struggling to put on a pair of heels. Although the fallen angel's initial thoughts were to help the girl dressed up like a child, he decided that she would be better off struggling herself. It would be a bit awkward if I helped her actually put on those heels... he thought, imagining how that would turn out. The blonde thought of the G.O.D. member continuing to struggle as he attempted to slip on her shoe, resulting in a kick in the face with the sharp heel of the shoe. A shiver ran down his back and he quickly shook the thought away, instead trailing beside Deisys as the group of them began to walk down the hallway. As he heard the illusionist's comment about Bianca and the make-up she was wearing, he put a hand on Bianca before she could retort back at the male.


    "I taught her myself how to do the make-up," Jason said with a smile, removing his hand from Bianca's shoulder once he felt her relax under his grasp. "But she did it all by herself today, so I'm proud of her for that." The blonde shot a grin at the demon hunter as they began to descend the stairs, noticing that she averted her gaze with a grunt. "Yeah, thanks," was her response, earning a light chuckle from him. When Bianca heard Deisys's next question, she exchanged a glance with the fallen angel before shaking her head. "Not at the moment. I was just planning to get changed and maybe take an hour or two in the training room." The black-haired girl recalled that Shizuka had initially called her out for a battle, and once Fran took her challenge and was defeated by the G.O.D. member, she has constantly taken trips to the training room for conditioning. "But other than that, I think we're on a pretty empty schedule today."


    Once Bianca saw Amaya, a smile spread across her lips at the beauty of the woman that was once the lover of Illumi. The dress that Fran had created from what seemed like thin air fit the pregnant woman perfectly, every curve of her body signified by the material of it. Although the day seemed gloomy for the demon hunter already, she shouldn't be complaining. After all, Amaya had it much worse. She was pregnant with the child of the father that was now being put to rest. She let out a sigh and shook her head, turning in Amaya's direction once the blonde was in her view. "Thank you, Amaya," she replied with a shaky smile, clenching her fist behind her back. Bianca's memory flashed back to five years ago at her mother and father's funeral. A pre-teen Bianca was dressed in a black dress similar to the one that she had on today, her face glum as she stared at the tombstones that lied in front of her. One of her mother's associates, a brown-haired lady with blue eyes, had approached her and given her a hug. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Ms. Chandelleau," she had said. "Your mother and father were very high-ranked members of this demon-hunting society, and they will greatly be missed." Bianca had recalled the woman from years ago when she looked at Amaya, noticing that their eyes were similar to one another. Snapping out of her reverie, Bianca stared at Amaya for a few moments before bringing the pregnant woman into an embrace. "I... I'm so sorry," she whispered, shutting her eyes to prevent any tears from streaming down her face. Not only would it smear the make-up that she was wearing, but it would also make her look like a coward. I've never cried like this ever since then. I won't make this happen again... she thought, slightly tightening her embrace around the blonde. "He... He'll be greatly missed. Not only by us fellow G.O.D. members, but by the academy as a whole."



    "It is simply a void into our darkened world."


    Natsumi Kaztuo


    "You want me to say something deep?
    How about f*ck off"



    Her hand was soon enough clasping another handle and pulling it back to introduce another drawer. At this point she was going through Enma's stuff, but surely she had reasons. She needed an empty drawer! Well to be put bluntly she would be staying here at Calibur for a little while. So while in one hand was a strap for her black bag, her other hand kept opening drawers and slamming them shut in anger. "It's two people, why the hell is everything full!" she murmured. Just as she came to the last bottom drawer she immediately shut it back into place and let out a sigh, tossing her bag next to the dresser and turning back to leave the room. There was no need for a key, besides, any Kazuto member could just waltz in. This due to the fact that not only did Enma register, but the family had hooked up their entire family name under the academy. Silver went here, Zeno went here, Maha; Milluki tried, and Natsumi was registered and just never came. But family facts aside, Natsumi was currently walking around in a light pink translucent dress. Hugging her waist and then expanding out in ruffles afterwards, all in which ended above her knee. The upper part just came to her chest in an arch and that's where it ended. Her arms were free and no straps were show on top. Instead it was just a simple cross over lacing on the back of her dress, but she wasn't heading to the funeral. She was looking for someone.

    Orange hair red eyes...Or was it red eyes and orange hair...Orange hair orange eyes...Orange something, orange, orange. But maybe I heard red. I think I heard red Natsumi was questioning herself but as of now she was looking for a boy with orange hair and deep orange or red eyes. Having been told to find this person from Asuna! who stated 'He's a really cute boy around your age named Toma with orange hair and something eyes, He needs a bit of help learning how to fight. Enma was gonna do it but you know how that is don'tcha?' Natsumi let out a breath and tried to play the thought over again, hoping this time that the color of his eyes would be revealed, but without so much as a second thought Natsumi merged into the cafeteria. Earning a few stares due to the fact of an unknown face but Natsumi didn't mind them. It was upon immediately turning to the right that one figure stood out above the rest. One of the only people with short red hair. So was he cute up front? Natsumi took no time to push through the crowd before grabbing an apple from across the row, watching him walk off to the front and sitting down. Natsumi took no time to hesitate and immediately followed after. Soon enough she was in front of the boy leaning ahead and staring at the redhead before snapping her fingers in his face. "Hey you, you're Toma?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and raising a brow.


    No one had actually given Toma a warning before of Natsumi's presence so of course it could be a bit surprising. "Ah the principal was right" she mumbled, leaning a bit close until their noses were at least a few inches from one another "You're awfully cute...But you can't fight for sh*t" she added. With those words she leaned back to her side of the table and took a bite of her apple before leaning back "Skip the funeral, you're coming with me after you're done eating". What was she saying? She had just met Toma and she was already calling the shots? Well the look in her crimson irises blatantly showed she wasn't kidding. The girl placed her arms on the table and relaxed her chin on them, staring at the boy and then Himeko. What the hell am I working with?




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    "Many would rather seek comfort in the falsehood of an illusion,
    Than the brutal truth of reality."



    Deisys looked over his shoulder at Amaya before placing a hand on her shoulder and looking at her, staring into her light blue irises before letting out a slight breath of what seemed like relief "You know, we planned to fight each other for awhile but it never happened...Well except once...I guess we'll never know the outcome now". Wow. Well that was a bit dark was it not? If anything Deisys was suppose to keep it light "And I can't agree with Bianca seeing as he attacked the academy, which gained a mass hate group for G.O.D" he added. "It's sad his kids will never get to know him" Fran had his mouth open in awe as Deisys kept rubbing the girls back, finally walking ahead and waving a hand over his shoulder "But even if he was alive it wouldn't change those last two things" he turned and grinned before spreading his arms out "Yes we are all fond of Illumi in one way or another but he's gone. We just have to accept that don't we? We have memories of him, whether he threatened to kill you, or held you close as he kissed you" Deisys nodded towards Amaya, making Fran stare at her before looking back at the speech giver. "Some of us are able to keep and cherish those memories. And when your kids ask what was their father like you let them know. Selfish, scary, creepy, rude, smart, strong. But meeting him is an experience, and everyone has their own. Everyone has a different experience with Illumi, that's what makes him interesting" At this point Deisys was turning away from the group and pinching the bridge of his nose, only speak up "But as I go on I notice. This experience is the first one we've all shared related to him" and with those words there was a single tear drop running down Deisys's right eye. Fran, who was already sniffling like mad, but not crying really. He soon followed after Deisys in a jog and stood next to him, following his master to their seats and then awaiting the start of the funeral. Every family section had their own spot so of course those two went under Vongola, which was the third row on the left. Friends and so on would have to go in the back of the right side.


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    Toma tilted his cup whilst tilting his head back to sip the lukewarm liquid, closing his burgundy optics as he did so. A slight 'hmm' arose from his throat once he heard someone adress his name. Why, it certainly wasn't Himeko and it sounded a bit more rough he would presume. "Er, yes?" Toma peeled his eyes open to be found staring at an unfamiliar girl with stunning red hair, which nearly made Toma spit out his warm beverage towards her direction but he swallowed it down. He tilted his head in the slightest in confusion for a fleeting moment when she had came from Asuna's description, "Asuna-san?" Toma clarified as he lowered his cup down onto the table, and placing both of his hands onto the table. He blinked his burgundy irises in surprise when she had labeled him as 'cute.' Normally younger boys would blush at that kind of word from a girl, but Toma remained with an unreadable expression written upon his features, he was older of course. Yet when Natsumi remained him he couldn't really fight like the rest of them he simply heaved out a breath of air when he noticed that she was right. He shook his head in the slightest, who was this person anyways? She was a bit, what should he say? Well, a bit of an attitude he guessed. "Skip the funeral." He mumbled, it was for all students to attend, and he shouldn't really miss out on it. Then again if he tell her that he was attending the funeral whether she liked it or not, it would make him start out on the wrong foot.


    "Sure, and I'm already finished with my breakfast." He stated rising from his seat, then he brought his hand out towards her. "Let me properly introduce myself to you, I'm Toma Hayato. It's a pleasure to meet you." Toma greeted.


    Himeko glanced back and forth between the two of them, "well. I guess I'll leave it you then." She spoke as she gradually stood up from her chair, he still had a funeral to attend with the rest of the students. Himeko glanced over her shoulder towards the two as she strolled out of the cafeteria, she closed her optics and exhaled large amount of air. "Let's just hope it goes well." She mumbled whilst venturing towards the staircase that led to the rooftop, Himeko ascended the stairs towards the top and once she made it she pushed the door open. She had a lot of training to do as well, she only had remained with five familiars when she had left the shrine. She still had to make contracts and other summonings which were suppose to take some time, but she could easily skip it since there was a funeral today after all.

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    Her smile was slightly soft and forced as she allowed the god member to embrace her giving a gentle but firm hug in return letting her chin rest on the girls head for a moment. "No... Its alright Bianca... I know few are sad for his passing, but the fact you chose to come makes it a little better, even if it is just in formality." As she listened to Deisys all she could do was offer him a small smile knowing he at least made an effort. "In honesty I would have tried to keep my young from him as best as possible.... he was a violent person even with what side I had seen that few others have. If my children ask of him... I suppose I can not just tell them one side of him... for lord knows he had so many but I suppose Enma or someone else can fill in the rest. Perhaps this way they wont turn out as he had, head strong, and willing to fight anyone who purposed the challenge." As she gently pulled from her two slow glistening rivers made their way down her face dripping off as she paused to dry them giving a slightly shaken laugh. "And for future reference... get waterproof eyeliner and mascara... whenever attending a funeral." As she dried her eyes she smiled to her before slowily turning and making her way to where she was to be seated sitting back holding herself as pridefully and strong as she could though the sadness was still clear... she missed him. With out thinking her hand rested on the round stomach again leaning back and closing her baby blue eyes just enjoying the feeling of the sun on her skin and the soft wind that ran through her long golden hair. There was a slight grimace for a moment at a tiny bit of pain that ran up her spine making her move in the slightest before settling down again.


    Nurse Clara stood a short distance away from the funeral her sharp green eyes watching Amaya like a hawk. She wore her white coat and short sleeved shirt with a black skirt her hair up in a bun as her eyes flashed red. The ancient vampire could tell she was close by the pheromone she gave off and the single small grimace... already she had her office set up the supplies the girl brought useful. It wouldn't be the first time the vampire had brought children into this world with limited supplies, and while normally she would send her to the hospital she wanted to be there for this one. The entire time she hadn't been able to see the girls unborn and the thoughts of seeing a unnamed species made her feel alive in a way... After all it had been awhile since she had seen something rare and unusual, and the birthing of ghoul children to a twentieth generation pure blooded vixen was almost impossible. Slowly she leaned against a wall biding her time waiting for when the girl was ready and having more than enough patience to do it.


    Natsumi Kaztuo


    "You want me to say something deep?
    How about f*ck off"



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    Within moments the two were inside a box room surrounded by a light blue foam looking substance, each little piece resembling a square with a button in the center. "Alright there redhead" she called, leaning to one side with one arm over her head and the other holding her elbow behind the bend. Her eyes were fluttered shut as her pigtails shifted to the side in which she leaned, and straight ahead of her was the redheaded boy known as Toma. After he had finished eating Natsumi had the boy come with him to the training room on floor G3 Which is where they were now. Natsumi let out a breath before stretching her arms over her head and leaning back to reveal a popping sound from her back, just her spine shifting and cracking against each other. "Alright, first off it's best if we start with punching...You can punch right?" Natsumi gave the boy a subtle grin before approaching him, coming within a few mere feet of him and leaning forward. "The fastest way to learn to fight is from experience" oh what was she getting at this time? Well wasn't it obvious? Natsumi stood on her tippy toes, and brought both hands to her face in a boxing position. Well kick boxing mind you, but those were minor details. Every move had a slight hop to it, and when she stepped she placed the front leg forward and followed with the back, only coming a few inches from the male before ducking downwards.


    "So keep up" she called. And with those words she leaned forward, keeping one hand balled into a fist and next to the left side of her head while her right hand was bent and swinging from far back, a hook, aimed right for the boys stomach, and immediately her other hand followed up, stepping her front leg on the outside of Toma's body, a bit ahead of his foot and following up with another hook to the side of his body, as of now Toma was just beginning so it was more or less like a punching bag. Natsumi then followed up with another hook on the boys right side and finally shot up in the slightest to drive her left elbow forward into his chest, and finally finishing it up with another driving elbow for Toma's cheek. So in short it was a barrage of attacks on the spot, and as soon as Natsumi did all these moves she hopped back, letting her pigtails sway from side to side with each step and having her crimson optics focus on her. "Come on, come on it's not that hard when you get it" there was no way Natsumi would tell this boy how to fight. Nope in fact he would just have to learn from watching and experiencing. This place counted as a virtual room anyway, so any injury given would be ignored and tossed aside as soon as they walked out the room. Natsumi kept her eyes focused on the boy and let in a deep breath, her eyes slowly closing and then opening again. "We'll be doing push ups and situps after this" she stated in her usual blunt manner. "so get the f*ck up" she added.Natsumi was a brawler, perhaps it only made sense that her fighting style was a bit more. Mastered. Than that of Enma's, where as he did just about anything, Natsumi used fighting styles and added her own spin. Which also resulted in a certain she could do that Enma could not. Shake. Though she would introduce that as Toma learned and so on. For now she would just work him, seeing as this fight would make him tired, but they would immediately jump into working out. They would build up on endurance, speed, strength, and of course fighting. Interesting really. Enma's power was greater than Natsumi's, but when it came to a fist fight she surpassed him. That aside she kept her hands up waiting on Toma and having already made a gap between the two by at least two feet.



    Ummm Eleu-Chan.... *points finger at sign up thread* it's locked...... Why is it locked?





    We are not given a good or a bad life.
    We are giving a life
    And it's up to us to make it good or bad.



    [size=13pt]тσмα нαуαтσ αи∂ нιмєкσ ѕнιяαуυкι

    Monster form


    Himeko's familars


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    Toma stood a ways from her, more or so inspecting her actions with curiosity. What was he getting himself into? He gave her a curt nod of acknowledgement to confirm her that he can obviously punch, "sure. I can do that." He answered preparing what was coming for him, but of course he didn't know you could hurt your knuckles by doing so. But, before Toma would react Natsumi had already darted towards him. He crossed both of his arms to block the attack coming towards the center of his stomach, it made him gasp in the faintest. Regardless, Toma had been pummeled by the other assaults making him collapse to the ground. He began to cough and gasp for air, Toma winches while closing one burgundy optic close. Toma laid upon the ground for a fleeting moment before Natsumi ordered him to stand bark on his two feet, he coughed once more before gradually heaving himself back up. Yet he wobbled in the slightest once he had regained his balance, sit ups and pushups were next. Was this Enma trained? But he wasn't going to give up so easily.(Rushed)

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    Natsumi Kaztuo


    "You want me to say something deep?
    How about f*ck off"



    ---Montage---


    Natsumi tilted her head in the slightest before letting out a sigh, only to see Toma stand to his feet and so on. "Ahh so you're alive... Good good" The girl let out a sigh before leaning back, bringing both fist close to her face and finally leaning forward, only to start dashing towards Toma again "That's the way" she stated. Letting a devilish grin come across her lips and swinging her hand back to uppercut him. Staring from far back and then bringing it up to aim for the boys chin. Surely her straightforward attacks were a hell to deal with, but a chin blow would surely have Toma dancing about. "When you fight it's best to keep your eyes on your opponent and their movements. Watch and predict. That's a key item. You want to know if you're better at evading attacks or defending them" and with that the punch going near his chin suddenly stopped, only to be replaced when her left hand was coming for the side of his face, just inches from it, Natsumi flicked her wrist and spread her fingers out before curling them back into a fist and almost immediately after, it was set to make contact with the males head. Shake. She didn't say it aloud but the thought had come to her, and if the punch hit it would be like a vibration going through the males brain, a tingling feeling that left one a bit dizzy. Almost like a drill. Natsumi immediately hopped back, shaking her hand as she did so and grinning like mad "that's called a shake! I'll show it to you later" she added


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    The redhead was holding onto a bag, a punching bag mind you. Both of her hands on opposite sides as she looked over it and stared at the red headed boy. "You! Hey you listenin?" she stated, squinting her eyes at the boy before sending him a grin "Good. I need a hundred punch on this bag. You got three minutes" she stated. There was no need to explain anything else right? Sure it all sounded simple but it was easier said than done. "Not that hard right?" she cooed. The girl walked towards Toma before sending him a sly grin, running a hand on his cheek before rolling her eyes. As she walked pass the boy she jutted a thumb over her shoulder "get it done" and with those words she grabbed a magazine on the floor, the front cover was that of a girl who was bent over so her face was towards the front, showing off her lipstick and giving a look of interest or lust, a mixture of the two. A magazine on female beauty products or natural products rather than a magazine for pleasure. As close as the front looked to that sort of thing. Natsumi sat on the ground and crossed her lips before flipping through pages. "Oh and I better be able to hear them" she called out. Speaking to Toma of course. It may not have looked like it but Natsumi was in fact counting every hit in her head based off sound.


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    Natsumi had her legs hooked onto a bar, pulling her body up as she did so and holding a twenty pound weight as well. Every time she came up she lifted the weight as well, making it so that her whole body was horizontal, well other than her legs which were of course holding her on the bar. Natsumi then held her position for ten seconds before dropping herself slowly. "Pay attention before you f*ck up!" she called, looking to her side at the boy and grinning "This is to build your endurance. So do a hundred of these, and when you're up hold it for ten seconds" the girl shot Toma a wink before leaving to sit down. This one thing she was giving Toma was from a Kazuto training regimen, of course it would be like putting the boy through hell. And with that in mind the girl sucked in her lip 'He's no assassin... Before Toma could start up the girl waved a hand. "Never mind just do ten and hold them for ten seconds. We'll progress as we go"


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    The girl was finally rolling her shoulders before approaching Toma, extending her hand out as if to shake Toma's before speaking up "put your hand out" and with those words the girl leaned forward, waiting for Toma to do as she said before cocking her right arm back, balling her hand into a fist before speaking up "Not even Enma knows this so when you get it show it off" With those words Natsumi drove her fist forward, making it come inches to Toma's hand before flicking her wrist and opening her hand to let her fingers shake for a fleeting moment, immediately closing and suddenly slamming her fist into Toma's palm. There was a sudden vibration followed by a slight tingling which turned into an immense tingle and a burning sensation. As if needles were jabbing his palm over and over "That's called a shake" she stated, putting her hand out and shooting the boy a grin "It took me awhile to get this but I only practiced a few a day. You'll be doing fifty" she stated. "what you gotta do is, when your fist is a couple of inches from your opponent, extending your fingers and flick your wrist for a fleeting second so that your fingers kind of shake, and then immediately ball it into a fist and slam it!" her voice echoed as she threw her arms up in the air and looked back at Toma. "so come on let's start practicing"



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    Monster form


    Himeko's familars


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    Toma brought his hand towards the side of his cheek with the back of it against it for a fleeting moment, man. When I'm done with this training session I think I might pass out. I didn't think training would be this difficult! D*mn. He thought mostly to himself, his burgundy gaze fixated upon Natsumi when she had state that he was alive after all of that. "Why wouldn't I be?" He answered with a small chuckle, then he lowered his hand against his side, his gaze narrowed in the slightest watching what sort of action Natsumi attempted to do next. She's fast! I don't think I can block this one. Toma shifted his feet in the slightest preparing for the worst, once Natsumi spoke during her assault, Toma attentively listened to the words Natsumi spoke to him regarding an action he should adjust to whenever facing an opponent, "right. Got it." Toma closed slid his optics closed and inhaled deeply then fluttered his eyelids open in an instant, watch and predict! When the uppercut had ceased its movement Toma had glanced towards each side of him, expecting another blow coming towards him. Just as he predicted but he was a fleeting moment to late, as the blow was pounded into the side of his head he flinched one of his eyes closed as soon as a sudden vibration echoed throughout his head. Toma felt a bit lightheadedness as a result of it as well, making him nearly tumbling backwards. "Shake huh? Pretty cool." He remarked, he took in a deep breath whilst casting her another glance.


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    Toma's gaze traveled towards her as she strolled back toward a him with a scarlet colored bag, a punching bag to be exact. "Don't worry, I'm listening." He replied with a wave of his hand, once Natsumi had flashed him a grin it sent a chill down his spine. Her grins and whatnot made it hard to decipher what she was thinking, but sometimes they were good, right? Toma waltzed over towards the punching bag inspecting it from the bottom up, still he reminded himself that this was no time to be staring at its overall details. Listening to Natsumi's words, Toma couldn't help but sound shock. "What a hundred in three minutes!? Are you serious? I don't think I can do that much, but if you insist..." Toma stood in front of the punching bag in a trance like state, then he shook his head in the slightest to let his thoughts disappear. "Well, here goes I guess..." He brought his arm back clenching his hand into a fist and punched the hard construction, as his fist made contact it sent a jolt of pain through his knuckles up to his shoulder. Toma instinctively crouched down using his free hand to grasp his wrist whilst the hand in pain was sticking upwards and flinching in pain, and it certainly isn't pleasant. "Oww..." I never knew training could be this... hard! Just when he was twitching in pain a certain event in the past took place in his head when he was a child, something Himeko had told him.


    "You seriously have to train, Himeko?" Toma inquired sitting upon the cement staircase which led to the head priestess's shrine, his elbows were rested upon his knees as they supported his head. Himeko was swinging a wooden katana around, more so hitting a dummy back and forth repeatedly. Toma had a bored expression written upon his features, a tired one in fact.


    Himeko placed her free hand against the side of her hip, literally annoyed by him. "Of course I do! And besides its a good skill to learn, whenever you are in a pitch. I can't just slack off like you all day, who simply comes here every so often even though you always get scolded by your father!" Himeko reminded whilst crossing her hands over her chest glaring at him with her gold irises.


    Toma stood up swiftly, "what's that suppose to mean? I can fight when I want to! I just don't feel like, showing my weaknesses to you." He turned his head elsewhere to avoid her gaze with a frown plastered upon his features.


    Himeko smirked in the slightest whilst tilting her head to the side. "Oh? Care to try it? No wonder the Hayato family is so rusty at fights like these." She teased while stretching her arm out towards him and flicking her wrist to throw the wooden stick at him, Toma fumbled with the wooden object for a fleeting moment.


    "You can't say stuff like that! Stupid Himeko! I'll beat you and prove that I am worthy to call myself a Hayato!" Toma gripped onto the object and charged towards her with it swung out to the side, "hiyaaaaah!!" Toma swung his weapon diagonally down at her, but in a graceful movement Himeko easily stepped to the side and bonked him on the head with her wooden katana. Himeko leaped in joy, "yay! I told you I could win! Hey everyone! I defeated this stubborn moron!"


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    Toma glanced back towards Natsumi with his usual expression written upon his features, then reverted his gaze towards the punching bag. "Your kidding, right? Natsumi-san?" Due to the expression on her features he guessed she wasn't kidding, before he could do anymore Natsumi had halted him and changed his directions. Indeed he has no fighting experience, but he isn't a weakling. "No, I will do a hundred like you instructed me to earlier." Toma spun around to face her head on, "so. Whatever hard training there is, I'll endure it." He added with a curt nod of his head, Natsumi had begun to tell him what she had did earlier. To him it seemed to be difficult then how she explained it. But he will master it one day. (Kind of rushed the end a bit. Hehe.)

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    Shizuka had walked behind Deisys, stopping to hear his little speech. Shizuka raised an eyebrow at the tear that fell down his face "I guess that's one thing I'm going to ask him about. If that year was just for show or a real one. Probably fake." She thought before heading over to where she was suppose to sit. Shizuka sat down in a chair, looking up at the sky before looking straight ahead. Shizuka pouted as someone tall sat in front of her. Shizuka tapped the man's shoulder, a tap soon turning into a whack in the head. The man glared back at her which caused a fist to go towards the man's face, feeling the girl's fist connect to his face. The man yelled in pain before standing up, walking away and swaring under his breath. Shizuka growled at him "What's his problem?" She mumbled to herself, not realizing that it was her fault for that man leaving. She would never know.[/fancypost]
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    Natsumi Kaztuo


    "You want me to say something deep?
    How about f*ck off"



    ooc: Tired ^^


    Once again Natsumi was going at it with Toma, both fist raised and ready for action as she leaned forward and dashed towards the redhead. "Come on predict the moves. You gotta get faster. Rely on evasion tactics" with those words she waved a hand on the right side of Toma, just a simple tactic to catch his attention, and in doing this small move she jabbed her left hand out for the males face, following up with her right hand to do an uppercut and suddenly swinging her right foot out as soon as his right hand came back, swinging her right leg upwards and to the side in acts to go diagonal and upwards across the males body. Finishing up with lifting her same leg and moving it to the center of Toma's stomach and chest area, just down the center and suddenly pushing out in hopes to send him flying back. Or more so in hopes that he would dodge. "Yes I know I added a kick in there" she stated, giving the boy a devilish grin with her foot raised and slowly setting it down in front of her. "come on you're getting better. Come at me again" she called.


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    "You know the drill. Last time you didn't even come close" she called. Taking her magazine and sitting down to read it while Toma was free to start punching. But those were simple warmups. The girl raised her hand in the air and started at five. "One hundred in two minutes" of course she knew it was easier said than done. Last time, Toma had only gotten around sixty last time, but now she had ramped the stakes. "Come on Toma you just gotta be faster. That's one very second and you'll be done before the time" she added, a phrase which once more was easier said than done. With those final words the girl leaned back in her chair and started to read her magazine, counting down on her fingers, first taking down her thumb, then her index finger, her middle finger, her ring finger and finally her pinky, and that's when Toma would start. "I better hear each one. And don't you get distracted unless you have the time for it!" she called. Reading over her magazine and turning a page.


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    "Alright alright you know how it's done" she stated, waving her hand at Toma as she nodded for the bar. "One hundred and hold it for ten seconds" as usual it was the twenty pound weight on both sides, adding up for forty pounds. Sure Natsumi made it look easy but it was all far from it. Well Toma should have understood that much "Come on f*cking push yourself" she stated, watching the boy out the corner of her eyes and furrowing her brows. "You gotta build up stamina" she stated. Thinking back to it now when she did this training she always happened to struggle with it, not only because they were holding weights half their size, but the worst part was having to hold it for ten seconds. Of course Natsumi was younger so she had more or less grown adapted to it. Surely she was entrusting Toma to that much. The girl sat down and began reading again, awaiting Toma to announced he was finished.


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    "shake" she called. Holding her hand out like a high five and expecting Toma to hit it. Until Natsumi felt that tingling feeling she wouldn't count it. Of course she was doing things differently. She had to feel five in a row, but as of now to start small they were doing two. It was bad enough this move took timing and concentration. But then again it wasn't that hard to master. Well, if you practiced for years. Surely it had all paid off on Natsumi's end to the fact where she could do it without struggling or breaking a sweat. "Come on Toma you got this" she stated. "All you gotta do is time it" she stated, and with those words she repeated the term again, saying it over and over until Toma got his two in a row. Natsumi had to admit they were getting better, perhaps they would start a real battle in no time. Natsumi looked at the redhead and shot him a smirk "if you want to give up now you can" she cooed, as if tempting to see Toma's will. Testing whether or not he was strong enough to go through.




    → тнє ιℓℓυѕισηιѕт ←


    "Many would rather seek comfort in the falsehood of an illusion,
    Than the brutal truth of reality."



    Behind him there was the sound of a beings face being punched in, making Deisys turn back to see Shizuka, and shooting her a curious glance. If there was anyone who knew him best it was her, so it shouldn't have been to any surprise when a tear went down his face for show. That aside the male stared back at Shizuka and raised a brow before parting his lips as if to question what she was doing. Of course she didn't know or she didn't think she was in the wrong but she couldn't just go punching whoever she thought in the throat see's fit. That aside Deisys put a hand by his neck and waved it as if to tell the girl to stop, soon turning back as music played and the funeral began. The whole thing started with not a single tear, and through the middle no one did so much as to budge. Perhaps this family really was a strong one, and because of all this he spotted a being with white hair out the corner of his eye sitting to the front right. Gracen? Deisys grinned before shaking his head in disbelief and finally looking ahead again. When this was all over then surely he would go to lunch. For now he sat in his place with a dark dark blue suit and a bow tie. Looking ahead while Fran kept on his frog helmet and stared around other people to see the tombstone for Illumi. Not like there was much to see mind you. It was just another sad death of some sort. One which called for this horrible occasion as to gather at a funeral.


    As soon as it all ended people began to rise up from their seats, looking around before leaving out. A few people staying by and dropping flowers on the grave. Fran had a look of sadness on his face and upon staring up at Deisys, it was then established the two would go up there. Sure he could care less, but Fran on the other hand seemed to cared deeply about the whole thing. Because of that as soon as a the frog boy got up into place he knelt down next to Illumi's grave. Placing his hands on a slate along the ground and morphing something from his hand. Deisys looking from a far and then spotting someones piercing eagle like gaze, which made him look up to spot the nurse. 'Oho? Is it around that time?' he then looked towards Amaya to see her stomach, which had dropped in the slightest. A sign she was ready for birth. Though as of how many children it was, it all mattered on Illumi and Amaya. That aside there was a flash from in front of Deisys, making him turn his head to see Fran who had conjured up a black rose and stood to his feet. "comes to my mind when I hear Illumi...Right Nym?" the frog boy asked, looking over his shoulder at the girl who was always with him. Nymeria. Meanwhile Deisys was looking around for Shizuka. Of course having known that at some point earlier on that she had punched someone in the face. As soon as Deisys spotted the girl he pushed his way through the crowd and placed a hand on her head, looking around to see a few family members stare at Amaya. Fully understanding it was Illumi's doing, and some even stopping to talk to her. But Deisys stood next to Shizuka at this point "Did you behave yourself?" he asked. Already knowing the answer to the question but wanting at least a direct answer. He then looked at Amaya and nodded as if to say come join.