"Then let's do it, destroy all of them!" She yelled out loudly. She was ready to take her revenge on the people who made her this way. She walked out of the room, a villainous smile was worn on her face.
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ooc: Yes that would be helpful, thank you Diemonds ;-; Oh and btw- SLOW DOWN THERE SUNSONG! xD Jeez it's already the first day and they plan to riot. Can we have it like in a few RP months?
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[align=center][justify][color=black]The chilled wind coming from just above the surface of the ocean blew in from the window that Viktoria had carelessly left wide open in the dorm room she shared with another teacher, who was named Vera. Her feelings towards the younger teacher were neutral; sometimes they exchanged the odd word when they passed in the halls, and of course they conversed whilst teaching their shared class. Besides from that, she didn't see the latter as often as one would think. For example, the history teacher had just managed to sneak in a five the minute power nap to keep her from acting stranger than she usually would. She hadn't been interrupted at all, because the only time she every saw anyone else in the dorm was around the time they both called it a night. However, this wasn't the time to stop and think for she only had two minutes and fifty two seconds until the assembly would be announced academy-wide. In the time it took her to spring out of bed and to make that same bed, ten seconds had passed by. She fixed her silvery white hip length hair into a smooth cascade down her back all the while speeding about the room in a whirlwind of clothing articles. After that was over and done with, Viktoria gave herself a firm nod in the mirror across the room. When the nod didn't exactly look very clear, she took the time to polish the glass surface before walking out the door with one minute left until the announcement.
About halfway down the long corridor, something felt off. More so, a gust of wind gently caressing her left eye felt off. "The eye of destruction is exposed, get yourself together general!" Viktoria yelled at herself internally as she pivoted on the short heel of her right boot. She powered back down the hall and into her room where she had left her black eye patch. Her eyes focused on the darned piece of specialised black material which was hanging off of the post of her bed. Without a second wasted she tied it around the middle of her head and resumed speed walking to the grand old main hall. As she went, she covered the string of the patch with her hair and counted seconds in her head.
"Four, three two... One," Viktoria concluded just as she pushed her way into the main hall. The sound of the intercom clicking on could be heard, which tugged the corners of her mouth into a very discreet type of smile. Once again, she was on time. [/justify]
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Pandora thought about having this girl as a friend too. Maybe a female friend for once! she thought. Quickly running after her, she grabbed her shirt and pulled her back through the door. "I want to kill everyone as much as you do, but we need to wait and see what everyone's powers are so we know what tactics to use. Trust me on this, my plans never fail." Pandora's wits did in fact help her through her schemes, and she knew that knowing everyone's powers would give her an advantage. Not a large one, but it's something. "I know that Zach guy is a mind reader but he's on good terms right now."
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"Fine." She walked back in. Laying back down on the bed and sighing. "Soon." She mumbled to herself.
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ooc: Lol what. Pandora is so freaking emo sometimes.
ic: Castiel scanned the hall until he could spot one of the teachers. It was the headteacher, Vera Sabina. She made a small gesture for him to come over. He complied and strode through the crowd of students with ease over to the stage and behind the curtains. He straightened up and put himself at ease while in the presence of his co-workers. "Hello Ms. Sabina, Mr. Democritus." he greeted normally.
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"We wait for the assembly to be over and then we meet the others." Pandora ordered. "Say, what's your name again? I forgot." The demon sat down on her bed and sighed. "F**k those cowards who put us in here. We'll put them into an eternal prison for what they've done! The others should make their experiences hell....literally." (By others, she meant other demons she knows.)
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ooc: A demon... of destruction... Hating everybody? Sounds emo to me! And cliche! xD Okay, sorry, sorry.
ic: Zachariah took Kotone's hand and led her to the assembly. He led them through the crowd and into the front row of benches. He sat down, smiled at her, and patted the seat next to him for her to sit down. Zachariah was a very charming and amiable person and made friends quickly. He never used his friends for his own bidding and enjoyed friends just as friends.
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[justify]Upon hearing what Rey was saying about his eyes, Zero begun to grow quite curious on the subject. Despite having the ability to see colour for short periods of time, he had never taken even a split second out of that limited amount of time to see what his orbs looked like sans grey scale shades. It probably wouldn't ever happen either, considering how little he even thought about what things looked like when they weren't grey scale. "Is that so? I've never exactly seen the colour of my eyes come to think of it... Though I have to admit that it does make me a bit curious," he replied with a slight hint of emotion laced through his words. There was a large sum sights that he hadn't seen in full glory, vast amounts of colour and all- the Northern Lights that had been mentioned by the older male being one of those things. With where they were located, it seemed as if the lights would remain on that list for the rest of his days. It was a shame, really... Alas, he had taken a few forms of innocent lives so such a deprivation was to be expected after corrupting a few human families.
Although his train of thought had veered a bit off course, it went straight back on track after receiving a jolt from the words northern and lights once again. Northern lights, that's what Zero was going to bring up. "Hmm... What do the Northern Lights look like? I'm not getting what you mean since I've never exactly seen them with their full potential," he explained with a spark of interest set within his optics.
He turned a corner which led to some other part of the school; judging by the appearance of the doors to the right of right of him they were most likely in one of the wings where some of the classrooms were located. "1B..." he read whilst passing by the first door in the hall. If his memory was correct, this was the room where he would be learning world history. For reasons beyond Zero's concern, the window on the door was rather high, and it also displayed a set of bars in front of the glass pane. Zero slowed to a stop and retraced his steps to the door labeled as 1B. Without a second thought as to what he was doing, he stood on the tips of his toes and leaned forward so he could see what the room looked like. It wasn't like he was going to get killed by whoever the headmaster was for looking, it wasn't like he had opened the door or anything. As he inspected the environment just before him, a secret smile danced across his lips. Zero wouldn't dare say it out loud, but he rather liked talking with Rey- even if they had only just met that day. Everyone else he had interacted with just seemed like they were going to murder him if he said the wrong mixture of words to them.
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"It's Aisu,Aisu Rizabu." She answered in a quiet tone. She then began to smile and closed her eyes." I can take care of that."
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"Alright. I'll try to remember that." Pandora smiled. "You sure? Because I know lots of other demons who can do that..." Memories of her childhood came back to Pan suddenly. Those memories being witnessing torture, murder, destruction, etc. "I can make sure they suffer for eternity." With that, she began to laugh.
Ooc: she is a pretty messed up demon. I never said that she wasn't emo.
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"Well I admit eternal winter would get boring eventually." She began to laugh as well. A sudden flashback occurred,she was at her brother's funeral and suddenly the snow became a blizzard. "I can't forget why I'm like this, I promised him I wouldn't."
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ooc~ Oh noo, hope I haven't missed much. I sort of skimmed through the posts so if something about my posts are incorrect please kindly tell me! c;
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Gwin was surprisingly at ease as a seemingly endless bustle of people poured through the entrance of the hall. She had been one of the first to arrive and had wasted no time in finding a seat near the front. Her arm ached, pain throbbing along with each rhythmic pump her heart did. This injury was the most recent of many. You would expect that after numerous incidents, she would be attuned to the pain. But that wasn't the case. It was like saying you'd get used to stepping on pieces of lego, it ain't ever going to happen.
The only source of comfort that had kept Gwin from begging her parental figure, a rather poor excuse for one at that, was the potential of seeing some decent looking people. She wasn't perverted or anything it was more of an aesthetic thing. Some people liked looking at clothes or jewelry, Gwin liked seeing people. As a child, She used to want to run model runways; get to surround herself with men and women so beautiful they were too good to exist and dress them up in cool clothes like she used to do with her dolls. Which, she no longer does. She was too old for that.
Alright, back to the point. The truth was, Gwin was practically rigid in apprehension. She expected that, any moment now, a fight would start. Ridiculous, yes, but that was what popped into her mind when the word prison was said. Lots of brawls and blood. Blame her friend who had been to jail for a while for putting that into her thoughts.
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From all around the island, lithe, black figures glided towards a tunnel as if their bodies were pulled by a magnet to the particular spot. Had anyone been there to see, they would've realized that these shapes were in fact birds. They would've then decided to get away as the swarm of birds, screeching and cawing in a not so friendly tone, swarmed into one massive ball. They wouldn't have stuck around and seen a blonde man form in the center of this feathery turnado, the birds seeping into his skin until there were no trace of them. Not even a chirp. All that remained was a man clad in formal attire.
One good thing of being able to split his body apart was that he could be in multiple places at the same time. He had spent an hour or so doing multiple activities, unimportant to mention, until he heard the announcement. Erwin flexed and wiggled his fingers, each digit making a satisfyingly loud cracking noise with every move.
Still as blind as ever in this form, he awaited for the high-pitched melody that signaled the arrival of his guide. Sure enough, with an arm extended, the tips of feathers brushed against the exposed skin before a pair of talons took a hold of it. Wasting no time, he reached out with his mind, brushing against the birds consciousness with his own before settling into the familiar link.
The yellow bird hopped up to perch on Erwin's shoulder, making it more easier for him to actually see things he would be able too if he could use his own eyes. Understandably, a canary wasn't something you'd expect a criminal to be strolling around with. A ferocious eagle would be something more appropriate. Erwin had snorted at this when someone had pointed this out. His skin wasn't indestructible, an eagles claws could easily tear into it. On the other hand, A little canary, could not do such a thing. They also had more intelligent minds, capable of memorizing songs and pleasantly whistling them. Erwin favored musically inclined creatures.
Erwin made his way to the hall with haste, pausing to gather his bearings. It was going to be difficult keeping the Canary calm and under his influence; The noises brought forth its instinct to hide and take cover. With the shared link, he too felt the urge to take flight and get away, but he resolutely ignored it. He didn't think these children would appreciate it if a flock of of birds materialized and crowded the ceiling, it would also be greatly embarrassing for him. Noticing Viktoria, the teacher decided to follow the woman.
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"So I'm guessing you have powers that have to do with ice?" Pandora asked Aisu. "Can you guess what my power is other than fire? It's another element. I use it for mass destruction." The girl added with a smirk.
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[justify]A slight movement caught Viktoria's attention in the corner of her lustrous red eye so she turned her head ever so slightly to see what it had been. The rest of the staff members were standing across the room, so it had probably been someone making a gesture; judging by the angle and length of the movement, she figured that Vera had made it- perhaps to signal for her to join? She was going to join regardless, so if her predictions were wrong nothing would change in the outcome just this once. Without a second wasted she advanced onward with a slightly slower pace than the one she had kept up in order to get to her destination at a reasonable time. "Sabina, hello, I presume you're mentally prepared for the new shipment?" she asked upon reaching the other woman. It was a habit, calling everyone by their last name... However, it was not a habit that she planned on shaking off anytime soon.
As the flood of students slowed into a trickle of the odd pairings and groups, something seemed off. After countless years of counting heads in high pressured situations she had developed the ability to be able to notice when a few people were missing, since she had a lot more time to check inside of one large room rather than counting off whilst hopping onto a helicopter in the midst of being fired at. Late students were her favourite type of students because she could pick out who she was going to have issues with early on. Oh, how she loved giving people a hard time for being even two seconds late.
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"Yes, I'm quite intrigued by it." She answered thinking about her own powers. She knew about everyone here , she had looked at their files before coming here. "You said you were a demon,right?"
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