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Thread: Destructive [Cheshire smirk x Ecchi]

Collin follows the captain along and into the royal chambers. She looks around at those gathered, spotting the king, and the prince, who did not look terribly happy. She bows, as the captain does, to the king in respect. As they stand again, she listens as the guard captain speaks. My lord, you have requested me to bring you the best of our young guards, and in my opinion, Collin is the most skilled of his group. Not only can he handle a sword, and bow, but he has an affinity for fire magics and has been taught to use it quite well. It is my belief he would serve well as Vallios's new personal guard. I know he is loyal and takes direction well. The man puts a hand on Collin's shoulder. He may be young, but I believe he is up to the task. If you find this acceptable, majesty. Collin couldn't believe what she was hearing. Personal guard.. for the prince?! She was going to be assigned to the one person around here she wanted most to avoid? Forced to spend every waking hour following him and looking after his safety? She almost wanted to groan out her displeasure right there, but kept her composure. She watches the king curiously, almost hoping he would decline.. Perhaps all that training and vigilance, in her goal to become a knight, was going to bite her in the ass now. She stays rigid though, silent, awaiting the king's word, her gaze flicking now and then to Vallios to see if she could tell what he was thinking, or if he was watching her.
Thread: Destructive [Cheshire smirk x Ecchi]

Do you find this acceptable, Vallios? Vallios chuckled and then stepped forward, manifesting an exact duplicate of his heavy-bladed falchion, except wooden. The king chuckled, always impressed with the magical abilities his son possessed. There had not been a magi in the Xiloscient blood-line in three centuries, Vallios' talents were certainly an omen of his destiny. Unfortunately, his Majesty did not understand the true dark depths of his son's mysterious gifts. You know very well that warriors are not show-horses Father, we cannot judge his caliber based upon looks and words alone. I demand a duel, if he proves worthy he shall be my guard, failure means he will guard my corridor and Larethia will remain my protector. The lynx loosed an ear-splitting roar, a sound that was quite astonishing coming from her sleek body. Vallios stepped forward and drew Collin's sword, holding it level. Seconds later an exact wooden duplicate clattered to the floor. Vallios returned the sword to it's sheath and stepped back, waiting for the other man to grab his weapon. Vallios knew he would not manage to completely deny his Father's wishes to have him guarded. As such, it was best that Vallios gauge his defender, and ensure that only somebody Vallios could control, and possibly coerce was given the assignment. There is more to this one than meets the eye master. I have not yet put my finger on it, but I will do my best to find out. Vallios nodded, once again glad for his guardian's counsel. A long double-sided dagger manifested in Vallios' left hand and Vallios shifted his stance, the falchion high and the dagger low. The stance was outlandish to say the least, but it had been taught to Vallios by the Weapons Master himself, developed specifically to fit the Prince's natural stance and instincts.
Thread: Destructive [Cheshire smirk x Ecchi]

Collin watches, confused at first as a wooden replica of the prince's sword appears. She listens curiously to him, resisting the urge to frown. So he wanted a duel did he? She does not move as he draws her sword to create a wooden replica of it as well, then re-sheathes the real sword. She keeps her eye on him and she bends to pick up the wooden sword and then shift into her own stance. She would give him a duel indeed, and she would not hold back. Perhaps it was a little chance to get some repayment for his harsh words the night before. Collin watches him, waiting, studying his stance and trying to gauge his strength. He was a bit difficult to read, and his stance seemed that of a more noble duelist. She would let him make the first move so she could try to get a better idea of this style, and try to avoid or defend from there.
Thread: Destructive [Cheshire smirk x Ecchi]

Vallios stood with his left shoulder facing Collin, his feet working swiftly in a step that nearly made a box. He darted forward leading high with a stab from the dagger. The momentum of the stab was crucial, a feint and a clever one at that. If Collin took the bait and deflected the stab he'd have a low rolling cross-slash from that heavy set Falchion to deal with. It was a fluid fighting stance, more designed for counter than leading. Putting Vallios on the aggressive without the use of spells certainly took some 'oomph' out of his normally terrifying style. Hopefully Collin was intelligent enough to avoid looking Vallios in the eyes. Generally such an action was necessary to read the motives of your opposition...But even in such cramped confinements, under the watching eyes of his Father and the hooked nose of the Royal Archmage, Vallios could still maintain that cryptic, disarming gaze. To meet Vallios' topaz eyes would bring about a feeling of dire nausea, the world would spin and one's vision would swim, lost endlessly in a shifting current. Larethia watched the duel begin, mentally poised to intervene. Communication between Vallios and Larethia had no delay, she was willing him to herd Collin around the room, to edge him gradually closer to the throne and to her. It would be impossible for her to covertly enter the fight from this distance.
Thread: Destructive [Cheshire smirk x Ecchi]

Collin watched the foot movements of the prince as he began to move. At this moment she was not interested in his eyes, but his body, watching it as she tries to predict his movements. She knew she might be at a disadvantage, as he had two weapons, and she only one. The dagger was less her concern however, than that falchion of his. She takes note of the dagger's movement to stab toward her, but did not move to block it. She would avoid a dagger if she could, or otherwise take the hit from it, as it would not cause as much damage as a sword would. She does just that in this instance, moving to pull her body away from the path of the dagger, her eyes locked on that falchion as she just knew it had to come into play. She was fortunate in this thinking, as it did come at her, and her own sword lifted to block the swipe from it. She steps with him, trying to keep herself from opening up to him, while at the same time trying to spot an opening for herself to attack in. She does not notice, or really even pay attention to where she is being herded, knowing this fight was between the prince and herself. The others were just spectators. She shifts, keeping her sword in her right hand, her right shoulder forward, while her left arm was lifted, her hand facing forward to balance her stance. However, this position also made it easy to use her own gifts. The prince had not said no magic was to be used in the duel, and it was well known her fire magic was a part of her skills, and her fighting style. Best to show the prince what she can do. Ignisia . She whispers softly, a ball of flame roaring to life in her left hand, only to be thrown forward. The flames would grow as they flew in the prince's direction, making the ball twice as large as what it had been. This attack was not aimed to harm him however, simply to distract him. She had a feeling he would likely move to dodge it, so as soon as the fire is cast, she lunges in with a stab of her sword, hoping to catch him at an opening while the fire had his attention.
Thread: Destructive [Cheshire smirk x Ecchi]

Vallios stepped forward and greeted the oncoming flame with splayed fingers, opening his very being to the conduits of arcana. Thousands of black tendrils rose up from Vallios' fingertips, spreading and engulfing the oncoming fireball. A low grunt passed Vallios' lips as his jaw clenched, he could feel the flames burning inside his body. Rather than advance Vallios was forced to step back and assume a more defensive position. Eating spells was something that Nethermancy permitted, though it required intense focus. Gradually Vallios' shadow began to stretch, it's entire form writhing as if it were a boiling puddle. One look around and Vallios realized that this would be a stalemate, both fighters were using pulled punches and exaggerated feints. This entire charade was beginning to severely bore Vallios. There were many other more pressing matters to deal with. I will accept this one as a guard, even if he is a little green around the gills.
Thread: Destructive [Cheshire smirk x Ecchi]

Collin watches with a measure of amazement as Vallios so easily, or so it seems at least, swallows the fire spell with a counter spell of his own. She does her best to keep the surprise off of her face as she focuses, preparing to lunge in for a strike at him. She stops short however, when he suddenly announces he will take her as his guard. It seemed a bit too easy, almost as if he didn't really care now what her level of skill was. She determined though, she would show him, and therefor the king as well, how skilled she was. She would show them her determination, never relenting in her duties, and letting no harm come to the prince, whatever the cost. Simply showing off to get herself to knighthood was pointless.. it meant nothing if she did not perform in earnest with all of her ability. Collin lowers her sword and bows slowly to the prince. I pray I will not let you down sire, and I will always do all within my power to serve you and keep you from harm. As she straightens again, she looks to the wooden sword she held, wondering what should be done with it, if it would vanish, or if she should give it to Vallios. She does nothing for the moment though, simply awaiting any further orders or instruction.
Thread: Destructive [Cheshire smirk x Ecchi]

The oath is sworn, humble knight. Your fate is bound to that of your prince, defend his life with all that you are. Vladric's voice was deep and booming, the command of a veteran orator. Three times the royal procession of guards slammed the butts of their spears on the ground before they retreated from the chamber, taking the royal standard with them. The wooden training weapons vanished into the void, their time in the world long past over. With a nod Vallios departed from the royal audience chamber, not looking at whether or not Collin decided to follow. Larethia kept close to Vallios' heel, looking back every now and again at Collin with those strange eyes of hers. Those deep purple eyes seemed to peer through to one's innermost secrets. Something about this guard nagged at Larethia. Most human's minds were open to Larethia, as easy to read as your common street sign, but something kept her out of Collin's thoughts, much like her master's. Fortunately humans were terrible with secrets, the truth was bound to slip out eventually.
Thread: Destructive [Cheshire smirk x Ecchi]

Collin bowed her head to the king as he spoke, making it official. She was now prince Vallios's personal guard. She watched as the procession left the chambers, then turned to follow as Vallios moved from the room as well. She wondered if she would need special sleeping arrangements to keep her close to the prince and able to leap into action, day or night. She couldn't well guard him staying in the guard barracks, and they certainly couldn't expect her to share his bed chambers. She doubted the prince himself would ever allow such a thing. She simply had no idea though, what it was like to be a personal guard. She would simply have to do her best and follow instruction. She glances to the feline as it looks to her. She resists the urge to shiver a bit from the stare it gave her. Something about that cat definitely creeped her out. Something about it just felt wrong... unnatural. Maybe she just wasn't used to being so close to what would be otherwise a wild beast. She turns her attention from it, looking ahead to see where the prince was leading her.
Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

Just like any other day, Allan woke to the sound of Miles Davis. It was just about the only thing he could listen to first thing in the morning that didn't remind him of the frustrating repetitions that lay ahead. He missed the first bus, of course, caught the second in the hopes of being late and having someone else to blame. Yet, he arrived on time just like every other day. The morning bell rang with its usual feeble atonality. Minutes later, Allan's bag slid across the classroom floor and landed with a thud against the back of a desk to the left-hand side of the classroom. He wasn't the first to class, nor the last. He wore jeans, a dark-blue T-shirt and an unbuttoned black dress shirt over top. No fancy name brands, he didn't wear Nikes, he didn't gel his hair, nor did he wear thick glasses or suspenders. Nothing about him stuck out, besides his slightly less pleasant demeanour. The second bell rang and he lifted his forehead from his desk. Good morning class, chimed the teacher, to which the students mirrored, with little enthusiasm, Good morning Miss Andrews. Allan mouthed the words but didn't make a sound. Bible Studies class his favourite . First class on Monday mornings. Miss Andrews turned to the chalkboard and began writing this was unusual because she was not, for once, holding a bible. We have a new student, she explained, I'd like you all to give a warm Christian welcome to, Hailee . She turned to the door and her jaw fell slack. For the first time in her career, had nothing to say. For once, Andrews' reaction piqued Allan's interest. He turned his head slowly, his eyes still on the prof. They snapped towards the door and, as sure as the sky was blue, there was something to behold. Allan smiled slightly. This would be an interesting semester.
Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

It was hard not to have a smirk at the reaction. It wasn't as if she went far out of her way to attain it, so the fact that this...nun? Was acting like she as slapped in the face after such a rushed morning made her want to laugh. Hell, she didn't even hawk her hair today due to the fact that she came to school on her bike. Which shouldn't be confused for a bicycle, even though it was scratched up like all hell and it's engine left something to be desired. She stood at the front of the class, her thumbs in the front belt-loops of the skin-tight black skinny jeans she was wearing. They had various patches on them, all looking violent in nature with the skulls, knives, and various other symbols. Instead of dress shoes, or sneakers, She wore what appeared to be standard-issue combat boots with visible steel toes and neon rainbow laces. She wore a black Iron Maiden tshirt and a black denim jacket with an upturned collar. While her hair was short, it had the appearance of an outgrown mohawk, that had since been trimmed slightly on the top and back, but had hair on the sides. Her bag was a home-made monstrosity made from both denim and tshirts and all patches and duct tape . While it looked like it could hold quite a bite, it was relatively empty-looking, as she swung it over her shoulder. Hi. I'm Hailee , She said with a bit of a shrug, nervously playing with a pentacle pendant around her neck. Ummm...This is bible study right? I don't actually have a bible with me... She looked over at the students and teacher before meeting Allan's eye slightly, I left mine on my alter...next to my goat. She said finally letting her smirk come through. She looked to the half-stunned half repulsed Miss Andrews waiting to be seated. Although I can take pretty good notes.
Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

Allan struggled to hide his smile. next to my goat. He turned his head and fought a grin before turning back towards her, his face plain and, 'shocked'. A girl from the other end of the class, blonde pigtails and blue eyes, stood up. M-miss Andrews, you're sure there hasn't been a mistake? she said, with a firm jaw. Allan's face slackened and he turned to see the girl with a certain look of incomprehension. Miss Andrews turned to her as well, Leanne, th she glanced at Hailee, That is extremely inappropriate. You should try to try to be more welcoming. Although, she continued, turning her body to face Hailee once more, I hope you're aware that there are certain dress conventions that students have chosen to respect. I think it may be to your advantage to see to it that you follow them. Take a seat, you'll have to share with somebody else. For a few further moments, Leanne stared at Hailee. Leanne sat down. Allan couldn't believe his ears. What had just transpired was exactly the same kind of crap that he'd been trying to get on camera to prove how awful this school really was. There was so much stupid shit he witnessed, often on a daily basis, he was surprised the school board hadn't investigated. And it frustrated him a great deal. He retrieved his Bible, flipped it open and sat back in the chair.
Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

Oh..I just didn't realize there was a dress code beyond modest attire My apologies, Hailee said in a strained, yet polite voice dripping with sarcasm. She caught Allan's eye, before rolling her eyes, mentally noting his laughter. Maybe not as much of a douche bag as the rest of them. So she sat behind Allan with a slump, pulling out a cardboard covered composition book, and shot Leanne a smile along with miming call me before sitting back into her seat, spreading her legs like she always did. Though this place was likely to make her want to light something on fire like the building, and potentially the faculty she had to admit--it was fun as hell to be the one and only bad girl in the school. If she had known they were this stiff she would have shaved her head and wore a Planned Parenthood tshirt. She got a pen out of her pocket and looked to a boy sitting next to her, who looked two parts scared to every three parts in awe of her presence. Like she was walking sex, debauchery, and fun, and he had never seen any of those things, particularly in that combo. Then again, it really didn't take much to get that kind of reaction apparently, so it was more of an annoyance than a compliment. Hi. What's your name? She asked with a grin leaning over her desk. He-Hecter, Hecter Schmoll, He spoke a bit blushingly adverting his eyes. Hey Hecter, Got a good book I could borrow? You look like the type to carry four or five spares, Hailee grinned her brown eyes shiny with amusement. I promise you can have it back after class. Okay... The male said slowly getting out a leather bound bible from his backpack and handing it to her. It's King James, I don't know what you believe about it-- Oh it's all bullshit as far as i'm concerned don't worry, She gave him a shrug and accepted the book, But thank you anyways. She opened it, but looked down to her notebook. Apparently not fans of Iron Maiden. Pity. Hmm...Perhaps some Manson lyrics painted on the bathroom could open them up some?....to be continued. She wrote calmly before looking up like every other good little monkey.
Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

A frustrated Allan flipped open his notebook. He'd need to reschedule or cancel Friday night's band practice in order to be up early enough for his detention, which he quickly scribbled down at the top of the page. Although he didn't particularly care for chemistry he preferred his physics and computing courses hell, even bio was better he did well enough in this class without any substantial effort. Dr. Nolan lectured, scribbling things on the board that were relevant to the curriculum, with slightly more enthusiasm as the kids in the class. Which is to say, very little. Allan tried to pay attention, but found himself doodling in his notebook as usual. Dr. Nolan droned, Allan doodled, the clock ticked and soon it was over. Class ended, and the bell rang twice in quick succession to indicate morning break. Although students were expected to go to the gymnasiumassembly hall, there was rarely any reason for Allan to go, since most announcements had to do with club activities, none of which he took part in. And so, as usual, he made his way back to his locker, unlocked it and thrust his backpack into the stack of binders and paper. He checked his schedule next class was math, then gym, then he had a spare immediately before lunch, which meant an extra-long lunch break. He grabbed his music player and headphones, shut his locker, and made his way swiftly towards the exit to the field. Hey, Allan. came another familiar voice Daryl. He was, much like Greg, popular at the school, albeit for different reasons. Although he wasn't quite as much of a dick, Daryl still often caused trouble for Allan whenever there was somebody else around somebody worth showing off to. Allan turned his head and looked at him. Yeah? he acknowledged. Daryl smirked and looked around as students flocked towards the gym. Luckily for Allan, people were too busy to care. Heard you got another detention. I also heard there's some new F.O.B dyke. I'm putting some money on her getting a detention by the end of the week. And I was thinking, cause you're kinda weird, too maybe you could help make that happen. This could be a good opportunity for you, buddy. You know? Maybe get a break for once, now that there's a new kid. Shift the uh, 'attention' to somebody else? C'mon, whatd'ya say? Allan thought for a moment, but no longer than that. Frame the new kid for something? I'm not an idiot, Daryl, find somebody else to be your patsy. he muttered, to which Daryl replied, I fucking knew it, you're a fucking wimp. Yeah fuck you. The doors swung open and Allan was met with a cool breeze. He jabbed his earphones into his ears and made his way over to the bleachers. There, he took a seat, leaning back on the bench behind and above, taking in the dewey air. He sighed, took a deep breath, and dropped his head into his hands. Fuck everything about this school . he exclaimed. He sat up and rubbed his face with both hands. He checked his phone, set it to vibrate and set a timer, then turned up his music a notch, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.