Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy
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				Title: <strong>Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-03-2014, 16:49:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s18.postimg.org/ygqwfgh09/Aspecto.jpg)</div><br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Dining Hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br><div align="center">Several Hours Earlier-</div><br>From his office, the being known as Death stared out of the large window of the Headmaster's Office. His burning red eyes looked out over the large expanse of the land, and that of the school he'd helped build along with some of the biggest names in all of myth and legend. It had taken their combined effort, but the result was magnificent and a perfect place for the next generation to begin training. <br><br>"Everything is coming together nicely. I wonder what batch we'll get and how they'll fare tonight?" He held one arm out and a small black dragon that had been perched in the corner flew over and landed on it. "You're looking forward to this as much as I am aren't you, Despair?"<br><br>&nbsp;The lizard screeched in an ancient language that had long been forgotten and blew a gout of deathly green flame. Death just smiled in agreement with the creature nearly as old as him and summoned a piece of flesh into his fingers. Despair quickly snapped it up and Death rubbed his head before snapping his fingers and shattering the glass of the window.<br><br>&nbsp;"Go, spread your wings. Hunt. Have a good time while you can. I'll need you tonight for the big entrance, and I have a feeling we'll both be kept busy during the school year." Despair spread his wings and flew off to do whatever it was the creature did while not accompanying Death. As for the man himself, he snapped his fingers again, repairing the window then sat down at his desk. He had some finishing touches to get ready before tonight.<br><br><div align="center">-Present Time-</div><br>He had watched as the students filed into the school. He had watched as they unpacked and talked and gossiped about what was to come. He watched the other faculty members busied themselves getting ready for the rowdy bunch of teenagers they'd be teaching. He smiled at the pomp of it all and looked forward to the clock striking 12. As it neared the Witching Hour, he prepared himself as the students were taken to the Grand Dining Hall and seated along the several massively long tables that stopped just a few feet from the faculty tables and the grand stage. <br><br>After everyone had gotten a bit of food in them, he decided now was the time to make his entrance. With an exertion of his will, all natural sound stopped. An eerie silence permeated the room, enough to spook even the most self assured of students. And then he spoke. "Welcome, students. Welcome to Heathen's." He hadn't revealed himself yet, but his voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. It was loud and quiet, gentle and commanding, smooth and raspy. It sounded like so many people had come together and were speaking in perfect unison...aside from the few deep, ominous voices that spoke so much slower, sounding like a slowed down recording. <br><br>Summoning a portal, he walked through it. Absolute darkness appeared on the stage in the form of a whirling portal, and in that darkness were dozens of little glowing eyes and gleaming fangs looking out at the audience with a primal hunger. In the middle was Death, and his eyes were the most menacing of all. He walked out of the darkness slowly into the light on the center of the stage, and looked at everyone gathered. He looked like a normal man; a man impeccably dressed and with glowing eyes, but aside from that...just a man. <br><br>"I'm sure you are all wondering who I am. I go by many names, and many faces. But I'm sure you've all heard of me in some way, shape or form." The space beside him was quickly enshrouded in an inky black mist that seemed to absorb the very light around it. That same mist then produced a large form, a pale gray horse with glowing green eyes and a skeletal visage. The creature clopped about, then stopped to stand by his master. Death calmly put a hand out and ran it through his horses flaming mane. <br><br>" The Darkness," he said as he was suddenly walking along the aisles on the other side of the hall, watching students on either side.&nbsp; The Pale Rider," he said before he was seated next to a student and popping a&nbsp; piece of chicken into his mouth. In the next instant he was walking on one of the walls. "Horseman of the Apocalypse." <br><br>Once again he relocated, but this time back to the stage and onto Despair's back. The Grim Reaper...I am <em>Death</em>. And I say again...welcome." As he spoke, his form was becoming obscured by the mist as it wrapped around him like a ghastly cloak and left only his eyes visible...his eyes, feathered black wings, and a skeletal hand gripping iconic scythe he was known for that had materialized from nothing.&nbsp; <br><br>"You are all here for different reasons, but you have similar goals. You want to become the best you can be, and <em>we</em>," he gestured to the other faculty members. "Have the means to make sure that you reach your goals. But I want to make this painfully and abundantly clear. This school will challenge you. These teachers will challenge you. <em>I</em>...will challenge you."<br><br>&nbsp;He let the darkness and the scythe vanish, leaving him looking normal yet again. "This will be the hardest undertaking any of you have ever experienced, but make it through and you'll be well on your way to making a name for yourself...a legend." Suddenly the big show he was making was over, and he was back to normal while Despair was back in the form of a black dragon perched on his shoulder. "This place and these people will push you to and well beyond your limits. We will sculpt you into greatness. But make no mistake. Take this seriously or this experience <em>will</em> kill you. And I'll be close at hand to personally take you to the other side...Any questions?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>31-03-2014, 17:27:20</strong>
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				Really she should have seen something was amiss a little while a go, the carriage that brought her to the schools should have been a give away but of course being excited to head out to the Hero's Academy she was barely able to remember to bring her suitcase on board. She started to get the feeling she was in the wrong place as they entered the gates and a quarter to midnight, then she knew she was in trouble the moment she got out and saw the other students. She felt like a lamb among wolves, she kept her head down, though she had the feeling all eyes were on her anyway. <br><br>Someone handed her a map and a room key with the number carved on, what she suspected was a bone handle on it. She kept deathly quiet as she put her things away, ignoring her room mates and making her way with the crowd to the Grand Dining hall. There was no escaping the stares, even when she sat as close to the wall and door as possible. Ruby wondered if it was too late to turn back, or if it was wise to even ask about a transfer to fix her mistake. <br><br>When the room became silent she looked up with everyone else, looking for the well not source of it, how could silence have a source? Well they found it, the speaker must be the headmaster, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine and she felt her minimal appetite vanish entirely. She pushed her plate away and tried to listen to the headmaster without looking too frightened. It didn't work very well she could feel herself shaking in her seat as she watched him appear all over the room at will. When he appeared much closer to her she let out a squeak of fright, almost knocking her neighbours drink over, but too tongue tied to apologise for it she looked down and closed her eyes tightly. 'I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here' she chanted in her head, and wishing she were back home already. <br><br><em>"Take this seriously or this experience will kill you. And I'll be close at hand to personally take you to the other side"</em><br><br>Great! She was doomed, she wondered if it were possible to sneak out of the castle and make her own way back home or to the school she'd actually applied to attend. She didn't like her chances either way, stay and die in the first week or try and run and possibly die in a few hours? Or attempt to speak to the headmaster, instant death from the man himself. She shuddered, and buried her face in her hands, her bright red hair hiding her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainyHigh</strong> on <strong>31-03-2014, 17:40:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f203/Plej/Writing%20Madness/sashasmith2.png)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Grand Dining Hall<br><strong>Time</strong>: : 11:30 to Midnight<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone?<br><hr><strong><em>Some Minutes Before</em></strong><br>Sasha gazed into her locker where her heart glowed with a magical essence. Two other hearts sat next to hers, one was her trusted henchman and the other a long lost lover whom she let go free under a pretense of course. She gave him a choice of saving his own kingdom or living with her for the rest of their days. He choose the former. Sighing, Sasha closed the locker and then sealed it with blood magic. Leaving her personal quarters, Sasha made her way to the dining hall for the opening ceremony.<br><br>She dressed in purples and blacks. Her long black raven hair twisted into a bun, and her purple corset tightly done to show off her ample bosom. Sasha was dressed to impress. Her black booted heels snapped against the tile floors as she walked past students who gazed at their surroundings in awe. Most did not pay her much attention.<br><br><em><strong>At Midnight</strong></em><br>Sasha took her seat at the faculty table, her gaze surveying the crowd. She noticed a few evil characters, but most of the students were ... a mystery to her. She grinned at the headmasters words about the challenges killing students. She personally had not killed any students, but she did harm her fair share often. Some even accidentally. Her aim was to raise leaders, and that was it. Weeding out the weaklings was a part of her job.<br><br>Sasha reached out to take her glass of wine that magically appeared with a wine bottle next to it. She sat a few seats away from Death and saluted him with the glass taking a sip of wine. After she did so, Sasha looked back out into the crowd and found a unique specimen. Red hair hiding a face, a weakling? Sasha peered closer and noticed something strange, hunched shoulders, shivering hands. "Hmmm...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>someinheritthewealth</strong> on <strong>31-03-2014, 18:12:47</strong>
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				As per usual he waft nearby, his chains invisible to all but the headmaster, while he moved with such unnerving ease, his face covered with a wrought but weightless steel mask encrusted with screaming visages. He appeared invisible but visible as he stared in regal splendour his heavy gold robes obscuring something far more terrifying. His calculating madness seemingly chaotic yet planned. Once the headmaster had done, he began to speak, at first it would seem incoherent madness echoing in each student mind, before a voice spoke and eldritch chants ceased, "I am Hastur..." as he spoke the light flickered and the room shook and appeared to quiver in reality, "But you shall call me the King in Yellow. I am here to make sure you all follow the simple rules and understand something dear whelps, this is not a safe place, the actions to get you kicked out are not exactly reasonable, you must do something insane." a pause as he let this all sink in, "I am the Caretaker of this Borstal and Asylum and if you are found anywhere you should not be, I will make you never forget the experience." the grin behind the mask could be felt by all, "Seniors are allowed to do anything and if you enter senior area without permission, you are likely to end up losing something dear, a limb, virginity, or something even worse. We shall meet again I assume." with that the writhing decay ended abruptly as the malign voice silenced.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zetzal</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 06:02:11</strong>
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				<em>earlier</em><br>"Checkmate." War said to himself as he made the final move in his one man chess match. He played the game with himself to sharpen his tactical skills. He really needed to find someone else to play with that could match his wit. A look at the clock reminded him of the orientation that he should probably attended. With that thought he left his room at the academy and began his stroll down to the grand dinning hall.<br><br><em>Now</em> <br><br>during the speeches of his brother and the curious caretaker War had been observing the new recruits, uh students, yeah... students. A few stood out, but None of them were visually impressive. "A pig thing, some which doctor(?) A dream jumper or two perhaps. Nope, I still see nothing worthy killing yet, 'cept maybe the innocent looking girl. Always the innocent looking ones that are the most unpredictable at places like this."<br><br>Before he knew it the speeches were over and he didn't catch a word of either of them.&nbsp; "I wonder how many of them will survive." He asked himself with a smile as he drank from his flask, eyeing the red head with slight curiosity.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>someinheritthewealth</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 14:38:09</strong>
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				It certainly delicious when the headmaster and Hastur had made their speeches it made her job all the more fun, as Hitomi was the utter personification of fear she revelled in terror and pure malice, so a hall full of nervous and worried teens as just as delightful, it brought her powers to their peak, but being one to watch and listen she merely smiled. Unlike the others she looked hardly threatening in her chosen form, although Death knew she was not to be challenged he had been rather surprised she would choose tor work here, but to Hitomi Akumu it was an adventure and chance to destroy fragile minds, being as she grew more powerful as fear grew, it made a lot of sense she would do what she did. Nonetheless she unsure as such what her class would be, not everyone willingly took her class in fact many tried not to take it, many a cowering pathetic mortal had crawled out of her class, pissing, shitting and otherwise completely broken. Only the smartest and strongest minds could handle her trials. It was as they delightful.<br><br>It appeared it was time for the new students to swear the oath, the oath which they did not realize was more than words, once spoken it inscibed on to their arm cutting into their flesh, it was old magic... Very old magic practically primitive but it sealed your fate. Once spoken you could not leave the school except by finishing or being finished. Then again Hitomi herself was ancient, she had no known age, since fear had always existed. <br><br>The words of the oath:<em> "I swear to Heresy and Heathen's this Academy built on liars, cheats, fakes, bastards, demons, devils, monsters, creatures, aberrations and more. I pledge my soul to this building and all within it. I pledge my body and mind to the exploits of pure malevolence and trickery, to crush those weaker than myself and destroy those who should not be in this place with us. I pledge myself to Heathen's Academy for Despicable Villiany."</em> that was the oath, and as they spoke each word it would cut into their flesh so by the end the weaker were usually in tears, and the braver were in extreme agony, it was the first test of the Academy and it weeded out the weak early on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NateValentine</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 20:19:22</strong>
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				Redd knew from the minute he saw the carriage that brought him to the schools that he would love it here. Just the place for a person like him. He had no possessions, save his clothes and so, unlike the others, he had no suitcase. 'Travel light' he thought as he boarded the carriage, sitting in the corner as far from any other students as he could. He didn't like anyone touching them. The moisture on their skin might set him off and he didn't like making bad first impressions.<br><br>He took the map and key he was given quickly and silently, only admiring the intricate bone handle for a few seconds.&nbsp; He followed the others, not quite sure where he was going. When he walked into the dining hall, the first thing he noticed was the wood.<em> 'So ready to burn...'</em> he thought, but he knew he shouldn't. Old habits die hard, but they had to die.&nbsp; The second thing he noticed was a redhead sitting against one of the walls. He liked redheads, but then again he liked anything that stood out. He sat near enough to her to keep track of her reactions, but just far enough away to not cause suspicion. He waited with the others, impatiently fiddling with his fingers as he sat.<br><br>As soon as the room turned silent, he smiled and then frowned. While the silence was welcome, it was unusual. He looked around with the others, but saw nothing. However, when he heard the ominous words of the headteacher, he shivered. "Welcome, students. Welcome to Heathen's." Up until this point, Redd wasn't aware the place had a name. He usually glazed over stuff like that. <br><br>For the rest of the speech, he listened but not really taking anything in. At least, not until he heard the words "Take this seriously or this experience will kill you. And I'll be close at hand to personally take you to the other side." He felt as if he had heard those exact words before. A strange and unsettling feeling of déjà vu ran through Redd as he sat there.<br><br>He sat through the other speeches, still feeling peculiar from those words. He thought that if he kept his mind of it, it would pass... but he couldn't get his mind off it, not until the oath. He watched others stand and fall, crying and screaming. He smiled the whole way through, looking forward to his turn. That was what was weird, he was looking forward to the pain. He stood, speaking calmly and clearly. <em>"I swear to Heresy and Heathen's this Academy built on liars, cheats, fakes, bastards, demons, devils, monsters, creatures, aberrations and more. I pledge my soul to this building and all within it. I pledge my body and mind to the exploits of pure malevolence and trickery, to crush those weaker than myself and destroy those who should not be in this place with us. I pledge myself to Heathen's Academy for Despicable Villainy."</em> Throughout the oath, Redd shivers. Clenching his fist as tears fall from his cheek, past his wide grin. <br><br>At the end of the oath, Redd walks shakily back to his seat, panting heavily. "That... Was sore..." he thought to himself, flinching as his arm brushes against his side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 06:29:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Solomon</span></span><br><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>The Dark Prince</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orientation...it happened every year, and every year Death gave the same speech and the same show. However, not once did Sol doubt the lord’s claims. People <em>did</em> die, and Death <em>did</em> collect, but Sol didn’t intend on dying anytime soon—at least not in such a school. He would die fulfilling his mission and purpose. As he sat in the dining hall snagging cuts of rare beef between his teeth, dark eyes swept from one new face to the next. Eyes that burned like hot brands examined his new contenders, silently sizing them up and contemplating their might. <em>Weak. Weak. Weak. Formidable...we-</em><br><br>Sol had been draining a mug of ale [<em>because laws don’t apply to villains :p</em>] when his eyes brushed over the face of a girl whose hair was like fire or more like the backside of a trembling fawn. She didn’t belong here. He could not only see it, but he was certain he could smell the <em>good</em> exuding from her every pore. Slowly lowering the mug, his mind threw him another suspicion. There was no way that such a goodie-two-shoes would have been admitted to such a wicked school. They would have eaten her alive the moment she stepped from the carriage. It was a façade...that was different...This girl was clever, very clever. His eyes narrowed. She had gotten his heart jogging, and he wasn’t exactly sure if it was fear or excitement.<br><br><em>You don’t fool me, girl</em>, he thought before the edge of his mouth quirked sharply like a blade before he resumed his drinking.<br><br>The swear-ins were made and every time he heard the oath, he could feel his back tingling as he recalled the pain that he had felt that night. It had felt like mutilation. He swore that the flesh of his back had been like shredded rags after, but it had been an illusion.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 21:53:14</strong>
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				Well there goes any chance of leaving, Ruby thought miserably. She let her head drop to the table and she repeated the oath slowly, hissing once when she realised that it was physically hurting her to do so. She ground out the words from between her teeth and shuddered as every rune was carved into her flesh. She was crying onto the wood of the table but did not lift her head for anyone to see what she was doing. She tried not to think about the pain, which was getting worse the more she repeated the words of the school oath and by the end of it she was fairly sure she'd never be able to use her arm again. She had no stomach left for the food in front of her and pushed it away and wiped her face with a white handkerchief to get rid of the evidence of her distress. She felt suddenly minuscule compared to the other students and she was getting an itch between her shoulder blades, thinking someone was watching her, to be honest she thought a few were looking at her oddly, she didn't belong here, she knew it and they knew it. <br><br>Ruby waited for the 'welcoming' to be over so she could go find her room and maybe sleep for a while. Perhaps this was just one big nightmare and she'd wake up at home and get on the right carriage to go to the hero's school instead of here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>someinheritthewealth</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 22:40:55</strong>
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				As I watched the orientation I visibly shivered having gone through that two years ago after my father Fredrick Krueger had admitted me to the place or at least gave me a good reference. My arm still stung occasionally thankfully in the realm of dreams I could ignore the pain or even forget it. Then again i was used to this place already and with the others they generally accept me. Then again my eyes were set on another they had been since I had seen her, they whispered she was 'the Jack the Ripper' the actual one, how such a unholy and exquisite specimen could have accepted whores was baffling to me. Mayhaps it was my Mum blood but I craved her, each step she made in the halls a enchantment that sent my heart into frenzy, sometimes even my dreams I lost control and found her in them. <br><br>It was not even forbidden the love I felt for her, but still I felt shy, especially since in many ways people feared me or feared my father as he had abused children in horrific ways, to very honest my existent hinge entirely on the fact that Nancy had been alive. After all my father was more a spectre who had become a legend, so words of his actions or stories spoken of him, empowered... I was held in a class that felt little restricting, yet i could only watch and be transfixed as she moved through the halls, even my sadistic games were effected because when she passed I forgot everything, even my name. I trembled and lusted as well at the chance she would even speak to me, it had been two years, but everytime it came close, I fled rather than face the danger. How my heart acted for her and compelled me to reveal myself to her declare these passions... I could not... I instead tried to just not be near her, but even that came with unreserved agony, torture, pure torture...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zetzal</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 05:24:40</strong>
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				War ignored all the new blood taking the oath And effectively sentencing a percentage of them to death, slavery, or some other horrible outcome. The truth is War couldn't give a shit if all of the freshman dropped dead right now, or all of the students for that matter. This was just something to do to make future wars more exciting. The point is he didn't care about the oath taking. <br><br>Instead he looked around at the slightly older students who survived so far, spotting one of his favorite students. Well, not favorite so much as the one he thought would most likely survive as a villian.<br><br>"Solomon! Haven't found someone worthy of killing yet I see. I'd offer you a cup of my wine, but my new girl has yet to return with the bottle. Anything worth talking about happen since last year?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DinaFlower</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 07:12:58</strong>
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				Snow walks into the room, her long read hair flowing down her back. Her green eyes dart around, fear still on her face. With shaking knees the girl nears War, a bottle of red wine in her hand. The girl kneels slowly at the feet of the man. With a look of fear, rather than submission, she extends her arms up to him. Her slender fingers warped around the bottle as she holds it up. The bruises from the men that had her before War still cover her soft skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Koekje</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 09:39:53</strong>
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				Samuel Bomban, the newest in line for the title of Witch Doctor, smiled as he gazed about during the opening ceremony. Rows upon rows of other villains, seated next to each other, bountiful plates of food in front of them. He could barely contain himself. The speeches could go to hell. Instead he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking everyones scent in. Even from the teachers and the dean. He muttered some words to himself, barely audible.<br><br>"Such sweet souls ... Except for a couple of bad apples. Sour like Vinegar ... Absolutely disgusting"<br><br>He took another sniff and opened his eyes, scanning the crowd. Samuel had smelled an incredible scent. Nothing more sweet had ever been smelled or tasted by him, and it intrigued him. His nose and eyes brought him to a red-headed girl, sitting just a couple of benches away from him. He licked his lips just about when the oath was to be taken.<br><br>"I swear to Heresy and Heathen's this Academy built on liars, cheats, fakes, bastards, demons, devils, monsters, creatures, aberrations and more. I pledge my soul to this building and all within it. I pledge my body and mind to the exploits of pure malevolence and trickery, to crush those weaker than myself and destroy those who should not be in this place with us. I pledge myself to Heathen's Academy for Despicable Villainy."<br><br>Samuel laughed as he felt the words burned into his bronzed skin. A little bit of pain of the flesh was nothing. The pain of the soul, being bound to this place, was worse. Samuel, however, didn't feel a thing since he was overcome by the sensation of all the young souls in here, suffering. Again, he licked his lips. With a few quick steps of his longs legs, and a few distractions, he got to where Ruby was sitting. That sweet smell getting even better. Standing over her, he pulled out deck of Tarot Cards from his coat pocket. Without much ado, he pulled out a card and tossed it over Ruby her head. The card eventually landed in front of her, sticking in the table with one corner, exposing the drawing. <br><br>"The card of the Broken Mirror. It means that in this place you'll find out who you really are. What you really are ... And that you'll do anything to stop you from becoming it."<br><br>He whispered the words as he walked past her, moving just a couple of places to check out some students gambling with dice and a few cups of wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>10-04-2014, 03:27:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Solomon</span></span><br><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>The Dark Prince</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Sol had polished off his plate and was wiping the damp remnants of blood from his lips when his instructor hailed him. Sanguine rings flicked over to the horseman as he lowered his napkin.<br><br>“You mean that I have yet to find someone worthy of killing me,” he returned.<br><br>He rose from his seat and stepped over the stool. “Nothing new ever happens, my lord. These worms will forever be beneath me...”<br><br>Glancing around at the freshmen and returnees, he boldly challenged, “And they’re welcome to take me anytime.”<br><br>The dark prince took his leave, wearing a black sleeveless shirt and faded, vintage jeans. He walked down the length of the table until he came across Ruby and his eyes seemed to challenge her as though his words had been solely meant for her. When he passed her completely, his attention returned to the path before him as he headed for his room. Practice; he needed to practice. If his technique ever became sloppy he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zetzal</strong> on <strong>10-04-2014, 07:15:32</strong>
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				"what ever you say kid." He said with a grin as he opened the bottle of wine with his teeth. Sol's pride never ceased to amuse War, especially since it would be the cause of either glorious victory or a hilarious defeat. Both of which equally amusing to think about.<br><br>War then poured some the wine into the nearest empty cup and offered it to Snow. He could still see the marks but didn't feel sorry for her. In all honesty this was the closest thing to a party that the horseman had been to in quite some time and what better way to have fun without violence than to get his new pet drunk? "Lighten up a bit. You're here to stay so you might as well enjoy it. Either that, or I loan you out to some of the other teachers." He knew what the slave would choose If she had any sense, so now he gets to lean if the girl was a rare gem of beauty and common sense or just the common stupid pretty girl.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heathen's School For Despicable Villainy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DinaFlower</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 01:29:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Snow glanced at the cup briefly before looking to Way with hate in her eyes. She came rather close to taking toe cup and throwing it on the floor until she heard what her new Master said. Her eyes quickly lowered from his face as her own face softened. "Yes, Master." She whispered softly. Her slender fingers wrapped around the goblet. Her small hands griping it firmly before rising it to her soft, most, pink lips. With a quick, submissive glance to War, she took a sip of the red wine. The smell found it's way to her nose and flooded her senses. The taste was like nothing she had ever had in her life. Quickly the small girl emptied the cup with the table manners you would except from a street girl.
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