Pandora Academy (Gym)
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				Title: <strong>Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 20:40:49</strong>
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				There were a few different gyms at Pandora, each one seemed specifically designed for different workout routines, and perhaps, for different races. After all, arachnids would train differently from avians, both of whom would not train in the way a human would.&nbsp; <br><br>There was even one gymnasium where one could practice their magic on magically spawning and moving targets. Even a range for archery and gun usage existed on the Academy grounds. All in all, they managed to offer just about every student the ability to hone the skills they were most comfortable with.<br><br>There was a track and field where one could run laps, even an indoor pool for swimming in.&nbsp; Various changing rooms and bathrooms could be found at these places, too, to help maximize ones usage of time. <br><br>The woods that were near the track and field area were thick, but had a well pronounced dirt trail leading towards them, and through them. One could rightfully assume, then, that it led to somewhere else on the campus; and indeed, it went to Shizuru's own training area. <br><br>Of course, before one could fully get to that hidden place, one had to traverse the strange, ever-filled-with-fog bamboo forest that seemed to exist in the center of the dense of the woods. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 20:48:03</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring<br><br>He followed behind the Lamia, remaining fairly quiet as he did so. He was not one to fancy idle chatter. <br><br>Once the track and field area was in sight, he'd move up closer to her, and point off towards one of the outside rings. It was set out on the grass, a painted line marking out the area&nbsp; in a perfect circle. What only some people, like the faculty, knew was that the painted line wasn't just a physical boundary to keep the fighting contained within it, so it did not spill out and affect others that might be training in the area; it also contained hidden sigils that would prevent magic from leaving or entering the area.&nbsp; In this way, nobody would need to worry about an errant fireball from a spar disrupting, say, ones jogging around the track. <br><br>"This is a good spot, right?" He'd say as he walked into the circle. As he did so, he withdrew the broadsword from its scabbard. It looked like it was made of some sort of silvery metal, with a bluish tinge to it. There were wavy patterns in the blade, as well, in a manner that was similar to Damascus Steel. <br><br>Holding the metal studded scabbard in his left hand, he kept the Sword of Still Waters firmly gripped in his right. The sword was about three feet long, and quite thick; it looked like a two-handed sword, to be honest, which meant his ability to wield it one handed had to be some mix of its magical nature and his own skill and strength.<br><br>As he stood in the one spot, facing towards his sparring partner, he would shut his eyes, and focus. His mind opened, until he could feel what was around him. Stillness, for the moment...&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 22:11:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Wa16xV1.png)</div><strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br><strong>When: </strong>Sunday Afternoon<br><br><hr><br>Chiya had left her own swords in her room that morning, since she hadn't been anticipating needing them at all. She slid to the rack outside the sparring ring, where the school stored a wide array of practice swords. She ran her hands over them, until she found one that matched the dimensions and balance of her own. The practice swords were carefully blunted and enchanted to cushion any blows dealt with them, in order to make training safer. Seeing that Henrik was planning on using his own sword, she opened the small box built into the back of the rack and drew out a similar enchantment, designed to be applied to the students' own weapons. It took the form of a small beaded cord.<br><br>Slithering into the ring, she tossed the cord at Henrik. "Wrap that around the hilt of your blade, it'll keep you from cutting me accidentally, unless that thing's got some powerful anti-enchantment spells on it. It should still allow it as long as you apply the spell, anyway."<br><br>She was curious to see how he fought. He may have been a new student, but it was clear that he had considerable skill already. Watching him prepare, she took up a defensive stance, her body coiled underneath her to allow her to move quickly if she had to, and to present a smaller target. Having a large serpentine tail was a considerable liability in a swordfight against a bipedal mammal, but Chiya had been dealing with it her entire life, and her skill at defending herself (as well as the natural armor provided by her scales) usually kept things under control.<br><br>She waited for him to attack first, her sword gripped in two hands and angled across her body, ready to feel out his style and see how he moved.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 22:28:05</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring<br><strong>When: </strong>12:00PM<br><br>With eyes still closed, he could feel the ripples of the approaching cord. His free hand would toss the scabbard high up into the air, and, without changing direction, snag the cord out of the air. Just as she asked, tied it about the hilt of his sword. "No, the sword is quite deadly.&nbsp; &nbsp;I've never been one to worry too much about getting injured on campus. Of course, I make it a point to never go for the vitals." He spoke calmly, his eyes remaining closed throughout.&nbsp; <br><br>As the scabbard came falling back down, he once more caught it in his left hand, and held onto it tightly. For a few moments, he would be otherwise unmoving; but when he could not sense her movement, something clicked in his head. "Ahh, I see." He said more to himself than to her.<br><br>He would begin to approach her, and as he drew within striking range, it was not his sword that went flying towards her own; rather, it was the metal studded scabbard. 
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				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 22:40:28</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br><br><hr><br>She nodded at his explanation. She could see the powerful magic inside his sword, but the enchantments inside it didn't prevent the school's spell from laying blunting and cushioning spells over the top. "You should go for the vitals, though," she said as he approached, "there are a lot of things out there that won't give you a second chance if you don't take them out in your first strike."<br><br>Her eyes narrowed as he advanced within striking distance. She noticed his muscles tensing up, and started to shift her arms to&nbsp; parry his strike, only to notice a moment later that he was swinging his scabbard instead. She slid to the side, feeling the heavy scabbard whistle just past her side, her arms rising to meet an anticipated follow-up strike from his sword.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 22:49:07</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring<br><br><br>"That is true. I meant, during training exercises with others, I avoid the vitals."&nbsp; He responded. "I know far too well how rare second chances are.&nbsp; I've more dead kin than live as proof of that." At no point, even recounting this fact, did his attitude or voice seem to change. He spent most of his days in a sort of Zen-like state of tranquility; beyond emotions, beyond being bogged down with feelings.&nbsp; Even in battle; especially in battle.<br><br>Ahh, there she was. The moment she moved, it was like ripples in a still pond in his mind; he did not need to see her to know where she was, in relation to his position. In part, this was due to the nature of the sword, and how it aided the mental prowess of its wielder; in part, it was also because of his Warrior's Zen. <br><br>His sword would lash out at her, his intent being to lock his blade against hers and keep it occupied; if he could do that, the scabbard would once more see action, this time, flying straight towards her head; the metal studs ensure such a blow would be painful if it connected. 
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				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 22:57:10</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br><br><hr><br>She met his sword with hers, directing his thrust safely away to her side rather than letting him keep her sword occupied. She had to fall back a bit to avoid letting him swing back across her body, sliding to the side to avoid getting trapped against the edge of the ring. She still didn't attack, wanting to observe a bit more to see if he would leave any openings. His skill was considerable, and she began to realize that she was at a disadvantage using only one blade, both because she wasn't used to keeping her entire body covered without at least two swords at her disposal, and because he was treating his scabbard as a second sword, an approach that would be far more effective in a sparring match than it would be in a real battle, where she would feel far more willing to take a blow from a scabbard in order to land a more damaging thrust with a sword.<br><br>"That's true," she said, as their swords rang with the force of their impact, "but you waste your time if you practice differently than you fight. This way, you're only practicing practicing." She smiled, holding her sword easily in both hands, ready to match his strength.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 23:03:36</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring<br><strong>When: </strong>12:00PM<br><br>She was good. This was good. She was being defensive, and he had a feeling she was doing so to feel him out, and learn how to take advantage of his style; he was confident this was the case because it was what he, himself, often did. <br><br>He jumped away from her, putting about two feet or so of distance between them. He 'stared' into her own eyes with his, which at no point opened. "You're right. But then, when one hopes and strives for peace, one limits ones ability to wage war.&nbsp; It's hard to keep both desires and abilities in check; balanced.&nbsp; But, that sort of equilibrium is what I strive for.&nbsp; That is why I&nbsp; train to subdue, and train to kill; to be capable of both."<br><br>He remained placid and unmoving; he was going to be defensive now, and make her take the offensive. "Tell me, what's the sword, to you?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 23:08:37</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br><br><hr><br>She saw her opening and went for it, lunging forward, her blade swinging quickly at his legs. It was a risky move, but she aimed to force him to turn and face her from the other direction, forcing him to watch from a blow from behind from her tail. Of course, he could decide to try to attack her body as she slid past him, but she was prepared to defend herself, although she'd be forced to lose ground that way if she did.<br><br>His question rang in her ears, but she was too focused on their bodies to worry too much about it, much less actually answer. She had a feeling he'd be disappointed when she did, he seemed the type to have a bit of mysticism associated with his sword. Well, it was perhaps appropriate in his case.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 23:18:27</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring<br><br><br>She did not speak, but she was far from quiet; and even if she were, she'd still make ripples in that mental 'pond' of his. He watched the ripples, and waited for the right moment; and when she struck out at him, she would find him moving.&nbsp; The sword narrowly glides along his cloak, not even putting a rip in the fabric. He moved so little; just exactly enough to dodge the attack, and not a single inch more than that.<br><br>Once again, she'd find his sword coming towards her, moving to clash it against her own weapon.&nbsp; This seemed to be something he favored; but one might conclude that there had to be more than this.&nbsp; In truth, she had only seen the tip of the iceberg of what he could do, and he wanted to keep it that way. <br><br>The scabbard, for now, remains unused, but poised and ready to strike at her the moment she went to move again. . 
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				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 23:27:39</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br><br><hr><br>She backed off, impressed at his economy of motion. She pulled herself back up, catching his blade on hers. She held it in front of her, wanting to see what he'd do, whether he'd back off, or try to overpower her. Her body stretched around him in a wide arc, her tail lying easy on the grass opposite him. She wasn't sure if his awareness extended to the parts of her that weren't moving, but it didn't make much of a difference, she expected any decent opponent to be aware of her at all times.<br><br>"A sword is a tool, Henrik. It can be an elegant one, and it is, collectively, the most deadly, but that is all." She tensed her arms, bracing to try and push him back and free her sword up again.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 23:35:20</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring<br><br>"That's a good answer." he would nod his head as he commented, keeping the pressure up against her sword; mostly, he was interested in just keeping it locked up and from being able to be used against him. He was careful not to put too much pressure into it, though; if he did that, and she pulled away, he'd be unbalanced and vulnerable. <br><br>When things were still, it became hard for him to notice them; the slightest of movements created the subtlest of ripples, and he did not always notice them, especially in the presence of larger ones. But he had felt the tail move before it settled into its position. He knew where it was, even though it was no longer moving, simply by paying close attention.<br><br>&nbsp;He disengaged himself from her, and moved off to the side;<em> towards</em> her tail. Though he left either his back or his side vulnerable to her, the scabbard seemed to be held in a position where he could intercept an attack with it. As for his sword, that tool was heading straight down in a mighty, cleaving arc towards her tail.&nbsp; Because of the charm that was placed to keep the weapon from being able to truly harm her, she would be safe; but one could easily imagine that, were it not for that magic cord, she could&nbsp; lose a body part. <br><br>She will also find that merely avoiding the blow may be much more difficult than it ought to be; the moment she moved the tail, he'd be able to correct his course (to a small degree) to try and hit it. She'd have to move it entirely outside his striking range. 
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				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 23:48:02</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br><br><hr><br>It wouldn't quite be right to say that Chiya had been expecting this move, she hadn't, but she had been prepared for it. She thrust her sword into the ground for leverage, and, clinging to it, swung her body around and out of the way of his strike. She had been hoping to keep him engaged and open to a strike from the powerfully prehensile serpentine appendage behind him, but she would settle for protecting herself, and, hopefully, keeping him off balance.<br><br>Her tail swung in a wide arc, before coming to rest behind her again. Chiya tugged her sword out of the ground quickly, wishing again that she had her usual complement of three, which would have enabled her to press the advantage of surprise. She didn't give him much time to rest, launching a speedy attack at his side opposite where he'd swung at her. She didn't expect it to connect, but she was actually trying now, and wanted to see if she could at least get a reaction out of him.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 23:54:24</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring<br><br>He had missed his mark, but such was life; some times you hit, some times you miss. He recovered his balance quickly, seemingly without any additional energy or movement.&nbsp; He could 'feel' the sword as it went into the ground; and he could also feel it when it left the earth again. <br><br>He turned, only exactly as much as he needed to and not a bit more, to&nbsp; bring up his scabbard and repel her sword, driving it off and to the side.&nbsp; As he did so, without any break or pause, his body flowing like water, he brought the sword up to the other side of the blade; if he could, he would try to disarm her by squeezing her weapon between both of his, and using his natural strength to rip it out of her grip, and send it flying behind him. 
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				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 00:00:15</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br><br><hr><br>She smiled to herself, swinging her tail around again, on an impact course with the back of his head. She let him catch her sword between his own and the scabbard, confident that her supernatural strength would be enough to keep it in her grip, or at the very least the impending threat of the blow from behind would make him disengage. Of course, he clearly was quite strong himself, to be able to wield such a blade with one hand, but she was still pretty sure that she wouldn't be overpowered so easily.<br><br>She was beginning to get a better sense of the fight now, and it was clear to her that she was outmatched. With more than one blade, or with her magical enhancements (let alone with both), she could almost certainly beat him, but as it was the question wasn't if he would land a serious blow on her, but when.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 00:07:11</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring<br><br>Try as he might, she was physically more powerful than him; he simply could not get the weapon to budge from her grip. With enough time, perhaps; but he felt a large ripple coming towards him, and it required he disengage from her. <br><br>As he freed up his weapons he'd try to push her own blade further away, to either make it unavailable for immediate use, or simply giving him an extra moment to account for it; if it got used at all. <br><br>As the tail came closer and closer, it seemed as if it might just hit him. But, at the last moment, she'd find that blade of his slicing up through the air, on a collision course with her scaled tail.&nbsp; He may or may not hurt her with this move, but at the very least, he hoped to essentially parry the strike. 
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				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 00:15:52</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br><br><hr><br>Chiya tried to swing her tail up, out of the way of his counterstrike, but all she managed to do was change what would have been a solid blow into a glancing one. They hadn't set out any rules for the match, but it was unlikely that under any ruleset except first blood it would be a disqualifying strike. In any event, it was unclear if the sword would have actually penetrated her armored scales anyway.<br><br>She went instantly on the attack, driving a powerful strike at his central torso, slipping her sword past his scabbard and driving towards his body. She knew that at his reaction speed he'd be able to get his sword around in time, but she hoped that he'd only be able to push her away from his spine, and still be forced to take a solid hit.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 00:25:13</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring<br><br>Here's the thing about Henrik. He's wearing a chestplate of solid metal, despite the rest of his attire being cloth. He was always ready to fight, you see; and so just as he took the sword everywhere, he was rarely seen without the armor on. It was angled, too.<br><br>He spins around to be facing her, but actually doesn't move to avoid or block her attack; instead, he positioned himself just in the right way that her sword would connect with one of the angles, and it would practically slide right off of him. <br><br>As she was busily dealing with the repercussions of that, his own sword would be moving upwards, then forwards; straight towards her neck. He wouldn't actually hit her, though; even with the charm, he did not wish an accidental injury, as a crushing blow to the wind pipes could still kill, in its own way.<br><br><strong>Only</strong> if he could get his blade to rest against her throat, he would speak. "If this was a real fight, You'd be bleeding to death right about now." If conditions were such that he would speak, he would do so with no hint of malice, or arrogance; no sense of joy or accomplishment, either. 
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				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 00:31:33</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br><br><hr><br>If she'd had her usual enchantments on her blade, it would have cut through the metal like butter, but blunted for practice it slid off just as he'd expected it to. She tried to compensate, angling the blade upwards towards his arm, her entire body rising up in the process. She knew she wouldn't be fast enough to block his counterblow, but maybe she could at least turn it into a sort of draw, if she could land a crippling strike along with his.<br><br>She couldn't, but it was a valiant attempt, and her last-second motion meant that the blow aimed at her throat slammed into her chest instead. She fell back, letting her sword fall from her hands to throw them back to catch herself on the grass. Lying on the ground, she smiled up at him. "That's gonna leave a mark. Well played, Henrik."
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 00:40:25</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring<br><br>"Thank you. You're very good yourself.&nbsp; You're not used to fighting with one sword, are you?" He'd ask, having deduced quite a bit about her battle tendencies from the spar. The whole time he was watching those 'ripples', he was committing them all to memory, and building a sort of profile in his head. Sparx might have his fancy data-pad for those things, but for Henrik, he could construct such things, at least in relation to battle, in his head.<br><br>He would slide the sword into its scabbard, and keep it in his left hand. He would extend his right hand towards her, in a friendly offer of assisting her back to... her... tail? Well, maybe she didn't need any help getting up. He was pretty uncertain. <br><br>She might note, the moment the sword went into its sheathe, he opened his eyes again.&nbsp; Was that coincidence, or for a reason? It would be hard to say from the first observation, though might be worth noting, depending on ones view of potential minutia.<br><br>"Well, I suppose you'll be wanting to get back to your duties.&nbsp; I think I'll do some laps." He had plenty of energy left, and she'd likely know that that was not only due to his natural stamina and resilience, but also because of how efficiently he used his energy during the fight. At no point had any move of his used more energy, more dedication, more movement than was absolutely essential.&nbsp; It was highly optimized.
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				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 00:50:49</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br><br><hr><br>She took his hand and pulled herself back to her feet, sliding around him, getting a better look at his body as her snakelike tail coiled around him. "I usually use at least six, but I'm trying to get better with fewer." She rested a hand briefly on his shoulder. "You can't depend too much on that armor, you know, against a magical foe it wouldn't have provided you with any more protection than my shirt would."<br><br>She extended her tail behind her letting him move freely. "I could teach you some enchantments to put on it, if you like. Just drop by my office hours sometime." She slithered to the rack and put her sword back, picking up her clipboard again. "I've got to take care of some things, I'll see you around, I hope." She watched as he headed off to run his laps, and then moved to her next task. She slid off to inspect the various enchantments that kept the sparring rings safe. There were quite a few, and some of them needed regular maintenance. This ordinarily wouldn't be her responsibility, but many of the mages who kept up the school's magic weren't back from the break yet, so she'd volunteered to help out. It was good practice for her, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 01:04:57</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside sparring ring, moving to the track<br><br>"I know." He responded, quietly. "It works only in some situations. As I'm sure you know, in the end, it's all about figuring out what will and won't work; doing the first, and avoiding the latter."&nbsp; He knew that was basic, not just for fighting, but in anything, really. <br><br>"Hmm, six? I think I might be able to last a minute against that kind of onslaught." There was just the briefest flicker of humor in his voice; the first real sign of his capacity to feel anything but calm. But, it was only barely there, for a singular moment, before it faded into nothingness.<br><br>"I'm poor with magic, but that does mean I could use some experience with it. When I have some time, I'll be sure to take you up on that offer." He would watch her head off, and then turned his attention to the belt around his pants. He undid a clasp on the scabbard, and attached it around a portion of belt, before re-clasping it. The scabbard was now secured to his belt.<br><br>He would head off to the track, and just as he said he would, began to run some laps. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 01:27:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/TKRaw/albums/374357/thumbs/seal-kidoumaru-lvl2.jpg_thumb.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Zaara <br><strong>For whom:</strong>&nbsp; Open; To Sparx<br><strong>Where: </strong>&nbsp; Courtyard; Heading to the Gym<br>Zaara nodded as Sparx explained the device to him.&nbsp; <em>"Are you certain?&nbsp; I was always taught that this is modern magic.&nbsp; Nowhere near as strong as ancient magic, but more widely available and easier to learn by those without the talent for the ancient tomes."</em>&nbsp; He watched as the guy, Sparx was it, started pressing buttons, pulling up Siren.&nbsp; His eyes widened as this was a very good image of her.&nbsp; Perhaps this technology would provide him good records of the woman he stalked........no......studied in secret.&nbsp; However, before he could ask a question, Siren appeared.&nbsp; Taken aback at her sudden appearance, Zaara stepped in suprise.&nbsp; However, he quickly gained his confidence and walked between them and to the side.&nbsp; Using one arm on each side, he placed a hand lightly on their shoulders, <em>"Okay, well, we seem to be getting along just fine.&nbsp; Want to stalk the Lamia and her friend at the gym?&nbsp; I want to see them in action and maybe throw myself in there as well."</em><br><br>With that said and done, Zaara ran at the tree, using the fine, microscopic hair on his fingers to quickly climb to the top of the tree where he had placed his weapons.&nbsp; He quickly slipped the two scabbards containing short Katanas on his back, attached the dagger to his hip and slipped the handle of the small axe into his belt.&nbsp; With that completed, Zaara attached a strand of web from one of his fingers to a branch and leaped down to the ground, his fall slowed by the web.&nbsp; Once his feet made contact with the ground, he cut the cable-like web with a flick of his wrist and started an easy jog to the gym.&nbsp; <br><br>After a couple of minutes of jogging, Zaara reached the sparring grounds just in time to see the human with the giant blade take off on a jog.&nbsp; Shaking his head in frustration that he missed the fight, he walked into the sparring arena where he saw the Lamia.....um....Chiya he thought.&nbsp; Shrugging one set of arms, he walked inside the arena and laid out his weapons on a small table.&nbsp; Zaara decided that it would be a better idea to practice his weapon-creating skills.&nbsp; So far, his record was 1.4 minutes in creating six swords from the gummy liquid that he uses for his webs.<br><br>Crouched down, he moved his arms and hands around so they formed a bowl of sorts.&nbsp; Soon, his sweat glands in his hands and arms went into overdrive, pouring a lot of the golden liquid into the bowl.&nbsp; However, that wasn't enough, as he needed more.&nbsp; Zaara spat out almost two gallons of the liquid into the bowl, where his hands started working, molding the large glob of gummy liquid into what looked like a snowflake, but with blades.&nbsp; In about a minute's time, he had molded six katanas and separated them into all six arms.&nbsp; With that task completed and the swords hardened so they were stronger than steel, even some enchanted steel, he slowly began whirling the blades in a highly coordinated way, slowly increasing the speed of his arms until all that could be seen were golden blurs.&nbsp; The wind whipping off the blades made a whistling sound as they became faster and faster.&nbsp; Zaara was so focused that he nearly forgot about the Lamia, Chiya.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 02:05:16</strong>
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				Who: Sparx Larsa<br>For: Open<br>Where: the Courtyard, going to the gym with Zaara<br>When: Early Afternoon, Sunday<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr><br>Zaara mentioned heading to the gym to stalk the Lamia. He paused for a moment, but then the spider-man took off in the direction she earlier disappeared to. The brown-haired teen dropped his head and laughed at himself. Leave it to Sparx to befriend a spider-demon with a stalker's personality. Oh well... he supposed if he went to the gym he could gather some good statistics on the other students already there, as well as Zaara. So he got up and stood atop his hover board. It activated, and pushed the dust from the ground as the blue energy lifted it from the concrete. He casually coasted forward in the direction Zaara took off into without saying much to anyone as he did so. When the spider-man picked up speed, Sparx's eyes widened, and then he sped up after him.<br><br>As he coasted through the school grounds he watched Zaara closely; observing how he moved and how fast he could run. He made some more notes on his data pad and began constructing a basic model of the Arachne's skills, abilities, and physical statistics. From this model he would be able to return to it in order to keep track of and update the man's progress. It was a creepy hobby of his that he's been doing for awhile. He wondered if that made him a stalker as well. Maybe he and Zaara had a lot more in common.<br><br>Finally, after traveling so far away from where he originally intended to go: the computer lab, he realized he must have just missed the fight between the two people. He eyed the Lamia curiously, then pulled up her information. Her combat data was severely lacking in information, so it would definitely be a good idea to stick around and watch her. He was actually so absorbed into the data pad he failed to realize how close he allowed himself to drift towards her. He stopped a good five feet before bumping into her and he froze. He was really close to her... and the last thing he needed was her attacking him. He looked up at the woman, then slowly he started to back away from her on his board. "N-nice... seeing you again." He smiled nervously. He was just a bit surprised at being so close to her. He didn't mean to offend her.<br><br>Honestly, he needed to stop doing that...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 02:20:14</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring rings<br><br><hr><br>Chiya was working, and so didn't notice the arachne and the hacker boy approaching. She'd just finished redrawing a few of the wards when they actually reached her. She glanced up to see what they were doing. The arachne was clearly showing off, using his web to form a series of swords. She ran over what she knew about arachne web in her head. Tremendously strong, if nonmagical, but brittle when hardened. If he was using it to make weapons, their weakness wouldn't be in their strength or edge, but in how easily they could be snapped if you had a serrated blade or managed to land an axe blow on them wrong. Still, he had a lot of skill, and clearly wouldn't be easily taken unawares, not that she was planning on doing so at this point. Still, it couldn't hurt to keep his strategies in mind, if only so that she could help him cover his weaknesses in the future.<br><br>She was so distracted by the arachne that she didn't notice the other boy until he actually bumped into her. She glanced down, surprised, to see him looking up at her, clearly a bit scared. Well, if he was unused to her, she might as well take advantage of it. She slithered around him, her body making a loose coil, and looked down over his shoulder at the screen of his data pad. "Taking notes, there?" She racked her brain, trying to remember if he'd told her his name. "I don't think I got your name. I'm Chiya." She said, looking down at him, her smile revealing perhaps a bit more fang than she'd like (she didn't really have fangs, in the proper sense, but her canines were considerably more prominent than in most full humans, and she knew they could be intimidating if you looked at them from the wrong angle).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 03:52:54</strong>
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				<strong>Name:Siren Lancaster<br>Place: Courtyard to Gym<br>Who: Zaraa and Sprax </strong><br><br>Siren had watched as everyone left. Even nerd boy and spider boy. She wasn't used to people. Yet she craved their attention. She was always like that. If it wasn't her mother it was Asher or a maid or stable boy. Something just for attention. She frown, and a brow gave a small twitch. She then decided she would gain their attention. She wasn't called Siren for no reason after all. "Hey wait for me you guys." She called out in her sexy toned purred voice as she ran after them.&nbsp; Her glorious bust bouncing within the bind of material around them<br><br>Her hair bounced and swayed along her back, and she smiled as she came to slow down behind them. Her soft pink eyes looking around at the trees that lined the path. "So What is that thing anyways. I've never seen one before. considering I've wings if i wanna travel faster." She pointed to his hoover board before glancing over a slender shoulder to her wings white spread out. to reveal themselves. They weren't large, and she would be lucky to support another person other then herself. But she was still young, and they would grow. She gave them a playful flap. The white and black wings sending off a small breeze before drawing them back in. <br><br>Her eyes turned to Zaraa and went to touch on oh six legs. This made her lean over slightly. " I've never seen someone like you Zaraa."She purred offering a smile as she curiously inspected him. Though trying to be flirty yet polite. Not good if you were to over baring people will be...Scared and seems These two were boy on opposite side of the scales.&nbsp; Zaraa bit more out there while&nbsp; Sprax seemed more drawn into himself and his technology.<br><strong><br>Name: Asher Locklear<br>Place: Court yard to gym<br>Who: Yumi, and everyone<br></strong><br>&nbsp;"That is indeed true. The more you practice, and with those near your age. The better and stronger you will become. And graceful, as&nbsp; you watch and study your training partner, or a Rogue demon." Asher offered his few cents, as he watched how she watched her try wringing out her shirt. Chuckling softly he glanced over his shoulder hearing Sirens Call to the spider boy, and the nerd one. Sighing he brought his darker gaze back to the girl. wondering if he should suggest she go change. The day will be warm, for it was already, she would dry quickly.<br><br>"Perhaps we should join them. And I can show you some moves. Or perhaps the Teacher will."He offered her a hand to help her rise to her feet. Smiling before turning to follow after them. He was suppose to stay near Siren. That was his orders till he understood everyone here. Or Siren dismisses him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 04:07:04</strong>
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				Who: Sparx Larsa<br>For: Open<br>Where: the gym, currently appearing to be Lamia food...<br>When: Early Afternoon, Sunday<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr><br>Sparx couldn't help but tremble slightly as the Lamia surrounded him. She spoke with somewhat of a devious tone and made no attempt to hide her flesh-rending teeth. He looked up at her, fear clearly showing through the wide smile he manufactured. "N-nice to meet you, Chiya... Name's Sparx." That's what he said, anyway. What he was thinking in his head was, ~You are going to eat me, aren't you?~ It was a wonder that he didn't pass out from fright. He couldn't help but notice she completely cut off all escape routes as her long body surrounded him at all sides. He gulped, and then started to speak more. "Yeah... I kinda just put together small bits of information... I hope you don't... mind." He gulped again, trying as hard as he could to keep his calm. he didn't want to make any quick movements and give Chiya an excuse. He also knew that one should never act like prey around a predator. That just makes them hungry. ~Where the fuck is Zaara?! Shouldn't he be, I don't know, HELPING ME?!~<br><br>It was then that he heard another voice from behind him and he happened to look over his shoulder to see the demon girl from before taking interest in his hover board. Where did Siren come from, he wondered. The small girl smiled at him and stretched her wings out. Oh god, was she going to help him? He smiled at her. He never thought he'd be so happy to ever see her. He went to ask for her assistance, but as soon as he opened his eyes, her back was turned. She was facing Zaara's direction. So she wasn't here to save him? His face took on such a hopeless and broken look. All he wanted to do was work on his video game.Was that so much to ask?<br><br>He turned back towards Chiya and, again, smiled nervously at her. "So... training before class? I could definitely help with that, ya know, if I'm alive." Hopefully she wouldn't take that as an invitation to play cat-and-mouse with him. Sparx was always the mouse. SParx hated being the fucking mouse!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 04:16:27</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Sparx, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring rings<br><br><hr><br>"Sparx, hm?" She smiled down at him. He smelled scared, and however much she tried to hide her more primal nature, that roused something in her. She leaned down further, reading off his pad over his shoulder, her breasts brushing lightly against his shoulder as she tried to get closer. "That's really interesting, I hope you'll show me sometime." She turned towards his face and smiled, her red eyes staring into his.<br><br>She looked over at the newcomers, and uncoiled her body, reluctantly deciding that she'd had her fun. "And don't worry, Sparx, I don't bite, unless you want me to." The line was cheesy, but she didn't really care. She nodded respectfully at Asher and Siren, and then turned back towards Sparx and Zaara. "I'm not really equipped for sparring at the moment, I left my swords back in my room, and I do have other things I'm supposed to be doing, but you guys let me know if you need any help with the protection spells or anything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 04:16:59</strong>
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				Who: Van<br>Where: Moving to the Gym Area<br>When: Early afternoon<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Van noticed the number of the group of people were leaving, he was curious as to where they were going and what they were up to, as well. He followed due mostly this curiosity that made him wonder, plus really he had nothing better to do at all. He figured he might as well be around or somewhat near people. Plus there was more then a small part of him, whom didn't trust the demons a bit, he wanted to keep an eye on them as well. He followed to see all of this, and maybe figure something else he could do as well.<br><br>He noticed they walked to the gym area, and paused as he looked around, the area was nice, but it wasn't perfect for his needs. He didn't say anything as he walked around, he figured the others whom were his fellow students were to busy. He knew that to work out here wasn't going to work at all for him so well. Still, it was a different area of the school the gym area, and area where people worked on their martial skills and their physical skills. His skills were based on being stronger then his foes, or martial skill, though he did work on it some, it wasn't his thing, he found it to be boring and taxing, if it went on a long time. <br><br>Van worked his way over across the field and sighed to himself softly, he would have to test himself on missions, he knew his skills, he had real world experience, the young man was ready to take down some rogue demon, or hunt a demon, both things he couldn't due at this place, things he kind of actually missed. The mental challenge, the physical challenge and the battle, all fun aspects of being a demon hunter, of taking on demons and putting them into a early grave, still, the young man figured he might as well do some stretching and then some basic exercises while he was here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 04:20:28</strong>
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				Name:Siren Lancaster<br>Place: Courtyard to Gym<br>Who:Chiya and Sprax&nbsp; and who ever.<br><br>Siren turned her gaze once she hear Sprax speak "Chi your scaring him"She shook her head "Gotta be more patient with him. Or we will definitely need The doc here if he faints" &nbsp;She giggled softly. Pulling poor Sprax out of the lamia's coils. "Shh. Sprax she can sense your fear. Sides She is absolutely harmless I am sure. Daddy and my mother wouldn't stand for anyone to be, well hurt in a manner outside of train. " She pulled him up against her. Arms wrapping around his chest. His back pressing against her cushioned chest.<br><br>" It's Sunday. Shouldn't we wait till tomorrow to do the training anyways. Let him get to know us and take down our information on this thingy." She purred tapping the screen gently with one long nailed finger. While peaking around his shoulder. Soon she stepped away and leaned into Chiya one finger touching a few scales. "Must be difficult t move? Sorry I am always curious when i meet new people. Rather Touchy." And it was the truth she liked to touch. She had to touch if she did not understand, of just simply curious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 04:29:24</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Sparx, Siren, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring rings<br><br><hr><br>Chiya smiled at Sparx and Siren. "She's right, Sparx, I'm a big softie. If you really need to worry about someone, worry about Shizuru, she actually <em>will</em> put you in the hospital if you make a stupid mistake in her class."<br><br>She turned to watch Siren as the demon girl inspected her scales. She gently flexed her tail, casually bringing the end back towards her so as to avoid sprawling across too large of an area. "It's quite easy for me, most of that thing is muscle, you know." She slid around behind Siren, and reached out a hand to delicately stroke one of the girl's wings. "I'm more curious about these, to be honest. Most demons fly with magical assistance, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 04:43:23</strong>
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				<strong>Name:Siren Lancaster<br>Place: Courtyard to Gym<br>Who:Sprax and Chiya<br></strong><br>Siren watched the snake girl, she didn't fear much of anyone though her parents maybe. Anyone truly would. Though Siren was intrigued as she watched Chiya coil up. Before circling around her a bit. Allowing the woman touch her wings. Which unfolded. A tremble passed through Siren, clearly her wings were sensitive and a bit ticklish in certain areas. "Yes that's right though miss Shizuru&nbsp; probably fly if she didn't hide them. Also I doubt at my stage Id be able to carry anyone. Still young yet, though I am a few decades old. They will grow with time. I believe or that's what mother tells me."<br><br>Her eyes drifted to Sprax And smiled "you can touch them to if you want to input that in your device" She giggled as she ran her hands through her hair. Her hands running along the smooth curved black horns on her head as she playfully wrapped her spade tip tail around the lami behind her. "My weapon is always with me. its blood called." She said flicking her sharp nails along the palms of her hands blood swelling up before a twisted black and red glow shimmered before her scythe was in hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 04:48:13</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Chiya and Siren mentioned, Sparx specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> sparring rings<br>henrik ran many laps; even as more and more students seem to congregate, he just continued to run.&nbsp; Five, ten, fifteen... it was lap twenty that saw him finally ready to stop, right along the stretch of track that was closest to the Lamia.<br><br>He would move over towards the small group she was around.&nbsp; His attention would first go to Siren, his eyes just trailing over her body the once. Rather than focusing on the parts of the body that most men did, he seemed more interested in her musculature; or what bits of it were clearly visible.<br><br>When she demonstrated the whole blood-weapon thing, that caught his attention.&nbsp; He'd have to ask her about it later on. <br><br>His attention would turn towards Sparx, though. And it was as he looked over the geek again that he'd actually speak. "You're relatively frail. You should consider exercising more, and balancing your diet.&nbsp; Then, you wouldn't be so nervous, either." <br><br>While doing his laps, he had been paying attention to the other students and faculty. And it seemed like Sparx might need a hand, and this was Henrik's way of offering him help. He wasn't trying to be mean or vindictive with his words; just honest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 04:51:34</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Asher, Siren, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring rings<br><br><hr><br>Chiya smiled. "That's a pretty handy ability. Nothing I have is special enough for anything like that." She noticed the look that the demon cast at Sparx, and backed off a little bit, standing next to Siren's butler. She turned towards him.<br><br>"Asher, was it?" She glanced at the stoic demon. "You must find all this dreadfully boring." She settled down a bit, her body coiling up beneath her. She knew enough about demons to know that Asher was a good deal more powerful than he looked, and unlike Shizuru he didn't seem to like showing off. "How'd you end up with this job, anyway?"<br><br>She cast a glance at Henrik as he offered a typically blunt helping of advice to Sparx. It would be interesting to see how the smaller boy reacted. Given where his skills seemed to lie, Chiya thought that he might be better served by some time on the firing range or in the lab, but she was content to wait and see how he handled himself in the face of such an inadvertent challenge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 05:20:03</strong>
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				Name:Siren Lancaster<br>Place: Courtyard to Gym<br>Who: Chiya and Henrik and whoever else.<br><br>"It can be yes. My mother ensured I learned as did Asher. My Father has always been so busy, with the school. Demon counsels of relations." She gave a small shrug as she flexed her hand on her weapon, the small cuts already healing up. Her eyes turned to Henrik catching him looking at her. And offered a wink. "Enjoy your run there Henrik?" She wasn't a runner unless she had to.<br><br>Name:Asher Locklear<br>Place: Gym<br>Who: Chiya <br><br>"Indeed I am Asher.The young are never boring my dear. they are indeed fascinating and seem unworried about the troubles out side the walls of the Academy" Asher turned to gaze at the you snake woman.&nbsp; While he looked as though he was bored, he did offer her one of his award winding smile. His eyes once more going and watching Siren interact with everyone else.<br><br>Side glancing over to Chiya.&nbsp; though quickly looking away. "I served the Dean back in the sin war when he was general. My father before him served his family as well. He had saved me once, and since then I have given my vow to serve him and his for the rest of my days. Don't get me wrong. The job has its perks. But that is the general gist of it." Hew was grinning as he watched Siren move before looking down at the Lamia next to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 05:25:02</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Asher, Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring rings<br><hr><br>She nodded, also watching the interactions of the others, particularly interested to see how Henrik might react to Siren's flirtatious nature. "You served in the war?" She said, glancing back at Asher. "Did you know my mother at all? She was a general as well, so I suppose if you were with the Dean all of the time you might not have met her."<br><br>She sighed, thinking a bit of her family. "She's very old-fashioned, in a lot of ways. I can't say that we're very much alike, but I still love her, of course." She shook her head. "Sorry, you don't need to listen to me babbling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 06:57:01</strong>
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				A series of three times rang through the campus, stopping people in their tracks. A soothing, clerical voice played an announcement over the campus. <br><br><strong>"Attention students. Attention. Classes will begin in five minutes. Those that have morning PE, please report to the trail on the west side of campus and meet Miss Shizuru. PE students, west side. All others, report to your designated classroom. Thank you."</strong><br><br>The chime repeated, signaling the end of the announcement. <br><br>Those reporting to PE would have to walk a short trail through the woods to get to where their teacher was waiting. It was the oddest thing - at one point the woods just... ended. The pines and other trees native to the region simply stopped. On the other side the forest was all bamboo, a slender path between them and fog all around. The fog was contained to the bamboo forest as well. It was eerie, the ending of one and the begining of the other such a precise, straight line. It was if someone simply transplanted a chunk of Japan into the middle of their school. There was magic involved, as anyone who could sense such things would be able to tell. The spell (or spells) used, however, were strange and hard to define. <br><br><div align="center">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Forest1_zpsb46ca51e.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Yumi Urashima<br><strong>For:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Trail<br><br>Yumi accepted Ash's hand and pulled herself to her feet. She trailed after him as he made his way to the gym, following his mistress. She quickly fell behind, however, what with the constant adjusting of her clothes, the wringing of water out of her top, and the shifting of her pack and rod. Sometimes it was a hassle being a Champion of Justice. By the time she'd made it to the gym she had heard the announcement and let out a little groan. The girl spun on her heel and headed west with the rest of her classmates as they made their way into the woods. <br><br>She had to admit, she felt slightly creeped out at the fog and the sudden change of atmosphere. Yumi peered into the ominous fog that settled all around them and she could swear she saw things moving within it. Her eyes next darted to one of the trees and there she spotted something equally strange. A piece of paper pasted on it with the word 'REPEL' painted on it in Japanese kanji. Not only was it there, but it was also on every third or fourth tree down the line on both sides of the path! She reached out to touch it and yelped, nearly falling on her ass as electricity crackled off it and jumped to her body, giving her quite the little jumpstart! <br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>For:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Trail<br><br>"First lesson of the day; don't touch the seals," said Shizuru. She'd just <em>appeared</em>. Again. <br><br>The teacher was behind the students that had gathered, the demoness lighting up a cigarette. She exhaled smoke and tucked her hands into her pockets, then eyed up the gathered students for a long moment before moving to the front of the group.<br><br>"They keep the yokai out. They're more than any of you can handle at the moment, so consider them encouragement to stick to the path. I'll re-state the rules for those of you that weren't outside earlier; no cheating, no acting like an idiot, and always be punctual. Follow those three rules and we'll get along just fine. Don't," a shrug, "and you fail my class. I don't have time to waste on people who can't follow simple instructions. What I teach may save your life, or someone else', so take it seriously."<br><br>The teacher turned and held out one hand, palm up. With a snap of her fingers, a little container appeared on her palm. It was made of wood and seemed to be filled with some kind of purple liquid that smelled like paint. A wooden brush sat inside the can.<br><br>"Today's going to be easy since it's your first day. You'll just get some exercise, get your uniforms, and I'll tell you what I have planned for class. All you have to do first is get up to our class area," Shizuru said, leading the class by turning her gaze up the path. It went up. The incline was gradual enough, at least from here, but it seemed to wind on forever through the fog. There was no telling how long the thing was. While they were busy looking, Shizuru went up to the nearest student and applied the paint to the young human's wrists. With the purple paint she created a crude design that looked like the infinity symbol, wrapping around him. As soon as the paint was applied he yelped and hunched forward, his arms hanging in front of him like heavy weights. The demoness actually smiled.<br><br>"But it's not going to test you if it's just a simple jog, is it? This is called the Mark of Chains. I'm applying it today, but you will put this on every day on your way up to class. You'll find the can of paint here each time. Apply it to every limb," she said, bending forward to paint the boy's ankles. It didn't seem to matter that he was wearing pants, she painted on the fabric and he just toppled forward like he was anchored to the ground. The eagle-eyed students might even see that, under the pant leg, the mark was there on his bare flesh somehow. The teacher leaned up, motioning to the fallen student with one hand, "The mark adds considerable weight to your limbs, making you work to move. Don't worry, demons and monsters, it will add more for the supernaturally strong among you. Don't worry, it will wear off after class ends."<br><br>Her eyes darted to the lamia and spider-demon amongst the crowd.<br><br>"And yes, you must apply it to every limb. Or tail. As the case may be."<br><br>Shizuru stepped back and set the paint down before glancing up the trail again, "You all have an hour to make it to the classroom. You must be wearing the marks. The first student that makes it is going to be my Class Leader. The one who arrives last gets an F. Those that make it on time, I'll see you there." She raised her hand in a lazy wave and started through the bamboo forest, strolling into the fog and through the territory she'd just forbade the students from entering. It wasn't long before the fog swallowed her up, making the demon disappear from view. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 06:59:42</strong>
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				Who: Sparx Larsa<br>For: Open<br>Where: In the gym, being held captive by Siren<br>When: Early Afternoon, Sunday<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr><br>Sparx had a bit of a mini brain reset. Maybe all the fear blew a short circuit in his brain. He went blank for a moment; the Lamia brushing herself against him to look at the data pad. She probably didn't see him short out since she was now behind him. It was then that he felt himself being whisked away by Siren. Boy were her breasts nice and soft against his back. She was actually pretty warm as well. He smiled, then lifted up his data pad and marked a few more notes about the two. He added a few notches to Chiya's speed, noting that she was actually pretty agile. He wondered how quickly she could move in water. Speaking of which, where was that girl, Yumi? He shrugged, and got a bit more comfortable in Siren's arms. If she was going to supply him a back pillow, he might as well use it.<br><br>He switched over to her profile and listened to her as she conversed with Chiya. He took notes as he listened about her weapon and its abilities. She probably didn't even notice. He smirked as he finished. He'd heard the boy, Hendrick, comment about how Sparx should probably run more so he wouldn't be so weak, or nervous. Meh... cardio only came in handy in case of a zombie apocalypse.<br><br>Wait...<br><br>~Oh my god, my game!~ Sparx groaned with inner-turmoil and squirmed around against Siren's large breasts. ~I totally forgot, and there's a class starting soon! I won't have time&nbsp; to get anything done!~ He kept twisting and turning around against the girl's chest until finally he stopped, then sighed calmly. He leaned his head back to get a better view of Siren's youthful face. She said that he could ask her anything. Well... here goes nothing. "So... Siren. Do you know anything about Shizuru? Like, what to expect from her class... and possible survival techniques in case things get too... lethal?" Tis true Sparx was not very good socially. He didn't have much confidence in his conversational skills, but Siren seemed like a pretty nice girl. Nice enough, anyway.<br><br>His eyes fell upon Chiya as well, offering her an opportunity to impart any wisdom she might have as well. He realized that her earlier antics were probably just to get a rouse out of him, which worked, but at the same time, when her eyes met with his, he could definitely see that predatory gaze. That was probably something he would want to avoid. He'd have to make a note of that. "Maybe hiding would be a good strategy?" The last thing he wanted to do was be at the mercy of <em>THAT</em> demon. She would skin his fragile body alive and turn him into a dildo, just to fuck him up his own ass: no lube. He would much rather be eaten by a crocodile...<br><br>Speak of the devil...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 07:08:51</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br><strong>For: </strong>Open<br><strong>Where: </strong>sparring rings, heading towards main campus<br><hr><br>Chiya rolled her eyes at Shizuru's theatrics, but didn't interrupt until the demon had already left. She turned to Sparx, who was clearly quite afraid. "Don't worry about her. Her bark is absolutely as bad as her bite, but they wouldn't have let you in here if you couldn't handle her." She glanced over at the paint can. "I'm sure she'll have worse in store for you than just some extra-heavy limbs, but you will do fine."<br><br>She stretched, watching some of the braver (or more foolish, she couldn't be sure which) students eagerly apply the marks. "I'm not in this class, though I'm not sure if Shizuru remembers it. She doesn't pay much attention to class lists, preferring simply to teach whoever bothers to show up. I am definitely behind on my work, though, so I think I'll be leaving you." She turned to Asher. "If you have a chance later, and would like, please come find me in my office or the library, I'd love to get a chance to talk more."<br><br>Picking up her clipboard, she started slithering off towards main campus, glancing over her shoulder a few times to see the students starting to struggle uphill under the heavy chains. She remembered her first day at the academy, which hadn't been that much different. Shizuru's class was hard, but she'd learned a lot, and even though she didn't officially have classes with the demon anymore, she still definitely respected her combat abilities. Shizuru was one of the few people on campus who Chiya actually went all-out against in practice matches, and even then she was no match for the combat demon's abilities.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 07:27:20</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Siren and Sparx and Shizuru specifically, Yumi mentioned<br><strong>Where:</strong> sparring rings, transitioning to&nbsp; The Trail<br><br>"I did, Siren." He answered, short and to the point, and as emotionless as ever; yet, he spoke in what was intended to be a polite way. The wink either went unnoticed, or he simply didn't care about it one way or the other.<br><br>Seemingly ignored by the geek, he would just turn around and start walking off.&nbsp; Bunching up a bit of his cloak in his hand, he'd wipe some sweat from his forehead with it. "I've got some survival advice. Spend less time tinkering, and more time honing your body." Again, there's no hostility, no malice intended. Just simple, blunt advice. <br><br>Meanwhile, Henrik would begin to walk towards the Trail that led to Shizuru's area. His pace was brisk, but unhurried. His time spent in the forest was not spent gawking or slowing down for anything. Even as he transitioned into the foggy bamboo forest, the only thing that changed was that he rested his hand on the grip of his sheathed sword, and kept walking forward.<br><br>Though the mist could contain dangers, he knew that this was a part of the campus, and would be safe. That wasn't the only thing that led to him being stalwart and stoic about the whole thing, though; that was his natural disposition, firstly, and secondly, he was paying close attention to his surroundings. Henrik was very vigilant; and the blessings of the sword amplified that. <br><br>When Yumi gets shocked, he would finally stop, and turn his attention back towards her. She didn't seem to be seriously injured, though, and because the situation did not seem serious, he didn't bother to help her or ask if she was alright; he thought that would be demeaning.<br><br>Then, his attention shifted to Shizuru and he listened to her. Earlier in the day, he found her seriousness quite attractive, though not in the sexual way. He approved of that, and felt she would be a good teacher; not just for him, but everybody else.<br><br>He would watch her apply the paint to one student, and tilt his head to the side. Even before she had fully left, he was moving straight towards the paint; no hesitation, no worry. This was a trial he would overcome. He applied the symbol to each of his limbs, starting with the ankles; and since he was expecting it, he manages to not fall over, even as he feels like his limbs have become lead.<br><br>Once he had the marks on all of his limbs, he would begin the sluggish slog up the path. It was difficult, yes; but he had neither time nor energy to waste in complaining about it, or trying to mitigate the pain and stress of the magic markings. One foot in front of the other, steadily he moved onward. <br><br>Henrik was, as far as humans go, in possession of a high constitution; somewhere likely close to the human maximum potential. Chances are, his strength of mind, strength of body, and desire to win would combine and result in his being the first of the students to reach the end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 15:21:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/TKRaw/albums/374357/thumbs/seal-kidoumaru-lvl2.jpg_thumb.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Zaara <br><strong>For whom:</strong>&nbsp; Open, Sparx mentioned, Shizuru and Henrik mentioned specifically; heading to trail<br><strong>Where: </strong>&nbsp; Gym, about to be applied the marks<br><strong>When:</strong>&nbsp; Sometime close to 1pm<br><hr>Zaara had just completed the Fifth Dance of Blades and was about to begin the sixth and final one when the sudden appearance of the demon woman, Shizuru caused him to slow back down to the first Dance of Blades.&nbsp; Man, she was creepy and scary.&nbsp; The moment she appeared, the others around him went deathly quiet and still.....everyone but Zaara who continued his Blade Dance.&nbsp; While she directed everyone's attention to the exercise path, she swooped down on a student and placed marks on his arms and legs.&nbsp; That student seemed to collapse suddenly.<br><br>"But it's not going to test you if it's just a simple jog, is it? This is called the Mark of Chains. I'm applying it today, but you will put this on every day on your way up to class. You'll find the can of paint here each time. Apply it to every limb.&nbsp; The mark adds considerable weight to your limbs, making you work to move. Don't worry, demons and monsters, it will add more for the supernaturally strong among you. Don't worry, it will wear off after class ends.&nbsp; And yes, you must apply it to every limb. Or tail. As the case may be."<br><br>At those last words, Zaara quickly launched all six blades at six of the targets on the other side of the practice arena.&nbsp; *Shuck-Shuck-Shuck-Shuck-Shuck-Shuck*&nbsp; All six blades flew nearly 150ft and lodged themselves into the bullseyes of each target.&nbsp; Easily two thirds of the length of each blade were embedded in each target.&nbsp; When the last blade stopped flying, he turned and yelled out, "WHAT?!?!"<br><br>Before he could say anything, there was a blur around him and all eight of his limbs were marked in the paint.&nbsp; One moment he was standing straight up, the next, he was face-first on the ground.&nbsp; As she continued marking the students one by one, Zaara tried moving his limbs.&nbsp; After about a minute, he concluded that the weight of his limbs totaled at about 300lbs.&nbsp; That was nearly double his original weight place on top of his original weight!&nbsp; In total, he weighed nearly 500lbs.&nbsp; This was such a drag.&nbsp; <br><br>Zaara watched as few students were moving and those that were were the ones best able to balance their bodies.&nbsp; Sparx looked like he was having similar difficulties as he was, though he only had half the limbs he did and, as human, carried less weight than he.&nbsp; Zaara shook his head and stabilized himself on all six arms and both legs.&nbsp; Zaara was a spider afterall, so why not balance his weight evenly and move like one?&nbsp; With that, he took off as fast as he could scramble.&nbsp; That was where he had an advantage over the others.&nbsp; Despite the increased weight he had to carry, he had the ability to move like an actual spider.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn't long before he managed to catch up to Henrik, not surpass him, but at least keep pace.&nbsp; He was about three or four feet behind him and to his left.&nbsp; "Hey, Henrik, right?&nbsp; You're no ordinary human, are ya?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 16:22:07</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Zaara<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Trail<br><br>He did not turn to look back at the Arachne, because to do so would likely cause his stride to break. He had a good rhythm set up, and didn't wish to disrupt it; especially where Zaara might actually have a chance at beating him.&nbsp; Still, though, he listened to the monster-man speak, and talked back.<br><br>"I am fully human, yes. But, I have a unique&nbsp; lineage. There's heroes on both sides of my family; three generations of Hunters, too, on my mother's side, and seven on my father's." He responded to the Arachne's question of whether he was 'ordinary' or not. <br><br>"My family motto is <em>Wir hören nicht auf,</em>" His German was dead-on in pronunciation, and harsh. "We do not stop." He then provided its meaning in English, since he did not know if the multi-limbed man could speak German. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 16:30:41</strong>
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				Name: Siren Lancaster<br>Place: Gym to trail<br>Who: Sparx, Asher,Henrik, anyone.<br>&nbsp;<br>Siren squeaked when Sprax squirmed within her arms,jostling her breasts around nearly having one pop free of the bindings until she let him go partially. One arm still draped over his chest while the other clasped her breasts. "Calm down Sprax we nearly had an exposure." She giggled Adjusting herself. Before releasing him completely though allowed him to stay leaning against her. Tapping her chin she tried to think of anything her mother and Asher had told her about Shizuru "From what I have seen and been told she is a hard ass who doesn't take to well to slackers and will fail them. Do well and you are rewarded." She shrugged her shoulder. As she felt someone touching her.<br><br>It started at her legs, then wrists, while they bit her ass. She squeaked and looked down to find Asher smiling up at her before rising to put markings at the base of her wings near her back. Her wings were young yet, and needed the exercise to. Which made her fall back with a squeal. " Oh for frick sakes Asher really the wings to. This is Sunday. SunnnnnDayyy we aren't suppose to have classes." She objected&nbsp; from her place on the&nbsp; ground pouting. Her eyes shifting to Sprax once more. Asher already apply it on the boy. "Don't worry Sprax, you only have four limbs while I've six. And just because I am a demon doesn't make me all powerful. Not yet anyways" She sighs struggling to her feet. She sagged and pouted. and struggled towards the path unable to help the frown on her face. She gave her wings attempts to flap her body barely hovering and inch from the ground before giving and continued on her way. She didn't want an F that was for sure. Her tail was even whipping around behind her showing her annoyance. <br><br>While she&nbsp; caught up to Henrik, straightening the best she was able to she smiled up at him."Even I have troubles, and I have minor training in this mine is mainly with my scythe. Few dark magics which I could use more, training. Though white magic may prove to be something to look into. Never know when you may need it." She purred trying to match Henriks strides.<br><br>Name: Asher Locklear<br>Where :Gym<br>Who: Everyone<br><br>Asher found it amusing and was hoping for some exposure though would not admit to it that was for sure. Well not in front of every. For those who seemed reluctant to put the pain on he applied it. Grinning as he did. He had started with Siren. kneeling down, he applied some on her ankles. So she could not escape his painting, before moving to her wrists. Daring a play nip to her ass. He shuddered at her squeak before a low chuckle escaped him as he applied the last of the pain onto her. "Well training never has any true day off. You need to be stronger then what your mother has taken you to. " &nbsp;They needed her to be stronger since she was one of few demons that attended this school.<br><br>Backing off he stood next to Chiya. "What is her name? I have known few of your kind in my days. all females. Though it was a rare occurrence" He shrugged He had know two other females that were generals in the sin war.&nbsp; So one could not say that he knew her or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 18:15:06</strong>
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				Who: Sparx Larsa<br>For: Open<br>Where: The path, hoping to be spared a brutal butt-fucking.<br>When: Early Afternoon, Sunday<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr><br>Sparx wasn't happy. He wasn't happy at all. Especially when he heard Henrick's blunt words. Before, he ignored them, but this time, they sounded all too familiar. <em>"I've got some survival advice. Spend less time tinkering, and more time honing your body."</em> It was Henrick's words, but it was his father's voice that he heard. The heavy-handed retired military general didn't stand the sight of weakness. Sparx's eyes fleshed with a venomous pain, but he hid them away under the glow of his data pad. He didn't want to think about it; about anything, so he spent a quiet moment staring at the cold blue screen. No matter what anybody said about him, it didn't matter. Tinkering, building, and programming. Those were his skills. Those are what made Sparx different from everybody else. They made him special. At least... that's what he's always told himself.<br><br>Siren's voice was the first he heard, and he pulled himself out of that little funk before looking over to her. He stood himself up and turned to the girl, then offered a cheerful smile. "I suppose." He said kindly, hoping that all he had to do was make it to class today and he'd be spared a brutal butt-fucking. It was then that he saw her get painted with those markings, and it seemed to apply a lot of weight on her. She fell over from the weight and he was surprised. How heavy could those marks be to knock down such a strong demon. "Do you need any..." Before he could finish, she was already on her feet and on her way up the trail. He smirked. The weight probably just caught her off guard. She looked like she was handling it pretty well, as was most everyone. <br><br>Sparx then squeaked when Black Butler applied the paint to his legs. He helped, and tried to get away, but the weight already set in. His legs felt like tree roots. He groaned; there was no escape. Rolling his sleeves back, he accepted the markings on his arms as well. Immediately, they swung heavily to the ground and the young man almost fell on his face. He groaned, and strained, but was finally able to stand straight up. His body was shaking under the weight, and it took all the energy he had just to stand up. This was pathetic. How i the world was he going to get anywhere like this? He decided to try and observe the others. Maybe they found a useful way to negate the weight of the markings, or were using some type of technique he could mimic. The young human watched all the other students making their way using whatever they could to their advantage. Zaara took to the ground like an actual spider; he thought that was pretty clever. His eyes then fell on Henrick, and he watched the human fight his way up one foot at a time. No pain, no stress, no nothing. He was just going for it.<br><br>He reminded Sparx of his brother, Lennox. His elder brother was always stronger, faster, and more talented. Lennox could run, jump, climb, and shoot a fly out of the air with a BB gun all at the same time. He was Dad's favorite. Probably mom's as well, but she did better not to let on that she played favorites. They used to be close, but as Lennox got older, he started spending more time out of the house, and then when he went off to boot-camp, he left Sparx behind. Now he honestly had no one. Before, he always blamed everyone else: his mom, his dad, even Lennox. Now, the only person he blamed was himself. He wasn't strong like his brother, or like anyone for that matter. He just couldn't keep up physically, and just like his older brother left him behind, now the short-lived acquaintances he just made were also pushing forward.<br><br>He didn't want to be left behind. Not again. He grit his teeth; a self-depreciating hatred hidden under the darkening tint of his transition lenses. ~Just one foot... at a time.~ His struggle was of epic proportion. Hus right leg felt like it had a refrigerator on it. He strained, and lifted a shaking foot, then slammed it into the ground in a singer step forward. He panted. ~Good... now just one hundred and eighty-two steps to go.~ If only he were as strong with his legs as he was with his body. No time to complain, however. He lifted up his left foot, another struggle as he fought back against gravity, and then slammed it in front of the right leg. He then had a thought.<br><br>Gravity...?<br><br>He thought about his hover board. Its weight capacity could support up to five Sparxs. He could just ride up the rest of the way. His eyes lit up. He'd easily be the fastest there and blow everyone else away. ~Ha ha! I'm a fucking genius! Science always prevails!~. Then it hit him, like a gunshot to the heart. <em>"Spend less time tinkering, and more time honing your body."</em> He froze; the heavy weight of his heart now dragging down his spirit. ~That would definitely be cheating...~ Sparx was no cheater. He hated being a loser, and he hated getting stuck, but even on the hardest video game against the baddest boss or most complex dungeon, he never cheated. Even as a hacker, he never altered programs to make winning easier for himself. That just wasn't cool.<br><br>He grimaced, and his hover board deactivated. "Sorry, buddy. I'm gonna have to do this climb alone..." His eyes whipped up towards the path. ~One hundred and eighty-one left...~ He lifted up his right foot, and slammed it down in front of the left. ~Come on, Sparx. Pick up those knees! Straighten those shoulders!~ One step at a time, each at thirty second intervals. He'd measured out in his mind how much energy he had left for the day, how much he used with each step, and the total amount of energy he would expend trying to make this climb. After that, he guestimated how much time between each step he should take to optimize his output. He came up with around thirty seconds per step. He had one hundred and eighty steps left. With a thirty second break between each step, he should make it to class in... an hour and a half. <br><br>He wanted to die...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 19:33:57</strong>
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				Who:Siren Lancaster<br>Place: Trail<br>Who:sprax<br><br>Siren was having minor troubles once Asher decided to be an ass and tag the spaded tip of her tail with the sign to which felt like and anchor was tailing her. Literally.&nbsp; She had told Asher off as she gave a small sigh as she looked at her tail. 'Great seven points now what bull' She&nbsp; grumbled as slowed down. She didn't care if she failed now. As she pouted and watched everyone move on ahead. Grumbling again she knew she could easily catch up. but she paused her eyes counting the bodies not to far a head. Finding one missing and gave a small frown. Glancing back over her shoulder she notice Sprax behind her.<br><br>She felt bad for him. Yes a Demon feeling bad for a human. She knew this was not his element. And found it rather unfair of Shizuru to put this upon us. Knowing that they should really build up to it. Especially for those who did not have this type of training. While yes she knew Shizuru can be heartless when it comes to training she was willing to risk it to give Sprax a helping hand. with that she pulled her self back down the trail and back to the nerdy boy. "He sprax how you holding up.?" She asked softly turning to walk along side him. A few times having to pull up her shorts when her pale crack began to show.<br><br>"you know. Iu am proud of you. your trying, and your not cheating. that counts. I know this isn't your strong suit and whether Miss shizuru has a problem with it and flunks you do let her get to you." &nbsp;she knew her mother and her father would say there is no trying on the battle field . Its either you win or lose. The strong and the weak. but what they fail to see is that people all have there weaknesses and strengths. Not everyone is built to fight head on some support the team member's with there own way. " Don't give up. you can do this Sprax. And I will be here with you. Let her flunk me. See if I care."She grinned and took another struggled step forward. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 20:08:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Yumi Urashima<br><strong>For:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Trail<br><br>Yumi found herself quickly abandoned by everyone else in the class. Even the strange Butler who was talking to her earlier ignored her. Everyone seemed to forget she was standing there. So, alone, she was left to paint her own marks. Paint she did, resisting the urge to draw butterflies on her limbs instead. The effect of the mark was instant and harsh upon Yumi. Her heroic lineage and enhanced attributes had made the paint confuse her for a demon, adding weight she couldn't handle. She collapsed to the ground with a surprised yelp, face buried in the dirt. <br><br>"Mmph!" she said, eloquently.<br><br>Yumi was afraid if she stayed like this nobody would find anything of her except a Yumi-shaped hole in the ground. The girl gritted her teeth, mustered all her strength and... fell down again. On about the third try, however, she managed to pull herself to her feet, panting. <br><br>"Okay, Yumi... you're all alone.. you're in last.. but.. you can do this! A hero.. never quits! I am a hero! Go!" Focusing, gritting her teeth and pushing her body forward, she took one step against the impossible weight dragging her down. It felt like every step was a herculean effort. Her arms still hung limp for the first few paces, but after a bit she made the effort to pick them up as she walked. As she kept moving she kept picking up the pace, gradually even lifting her feet off the ground instead of just moving them along, shuffling. That real stride soon broke into a run and Yumi, now actually happy that she was soaked with cool water, was even managing to overtake some of the other students. <br><br>"C'mon! Go, Yumi! You can do it!" she cheered herself on (because nobody else ever did) and pressed on up the inclined pathway. She found herself passing by the nerdy kid with the skateboard, the nerdy kid's girlfriend (whatever that was about), the spider-guy, and even the big quiet man wi- <br><br>ROCK!<br><br>Her sneaker caught on a pebble and she lost her balance. Yumi's arms pinwheeled and she started to fall backwards. She could just picture herself rolling all the way back down the hill. In the split second before she hit the ground, however, she managed to brandish her rod and lash outwards with it like a whip. With a faint whirr the line extended and wrapped around one of the trees. She clung to the rod, the muscles in her abdomen tensing as she pulled herself upright again with quite a bit of effort. Panting, she tucked her rod away again and started forward once more, though it seemed like every step made her body scream for her to stop. <br><br>"Worst... hike... ever..."<br><br><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/OutsideClass_zps2f580c66.jpg)</div><br>For any of the students that (eventually) made it to the top of the path, they'd find a rather lovely sight waiting for them. It (almost) made the painful run worth it. A Japanese garden sat at the apex of the path, located in a spacious clearing. It seemed to be located on the top of a very high hill or mountain and the students could even see their campus sprawled out below, looking like little more than a model. But.. that wasn't right, was it? It was impossible. They hadn't gone THAT high up and they certainly hadn't hiked THAT long. There was some kind of dimensional magic at play here, that was for sure. If there was some kind of transition from one place to another it was barely felt. That kind of magic couldn't have been produced by Shizuru. The Dean, perhaps? Someone else entirely? The PE teacher was probably the architect of the design, but not the engineer, if one takes the meaning. <br><br>To one side, an empty stretch of neatly manicured grass and a small pond with a stone border. To the other, an exquisite garden made up of a variety of colorful plants, flowers, and trees, all expertly manicured and tended to. The strangest thing of all, though, was that Shizuru was standing there, tending to a bonsai tree. It was odd to see her there with shears in hand, carefully clipping branches. Yet, on the other hand, it made an odd kind of sense. The teacher didn't seem to be paying attention to anything but the plants for the time moment and probably wouldn't acknowledge anyone until the time limit was up. <br><br>In the center was a small open building with straw mats for floors and a steep, tiled roof. It looked like a perfect area for running spars or other training exercises. There were even weapon racks with a variety of practice weapons, training dummies, and targets set up for practicing with thrown or ranged weaponry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 20:15:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/TKRaw/albums/374357/thumbs/seal-kidoumaru-lvl2.jpg_thumb.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Zaara <br><strong>For whom:</strong>&nbsp; Open; Henrik <br><strong>Where: </strong>&nbsp; The trail on all eight limbs<br><strong>When:</strong>&nbsp; Sometime close to 1pm<br><hr>"That's quite the linage you have there.&nbsp; Never knew my parents, but I'm personally hoping they're alive out there.&nbsp; I was raised by a demon hunting priest and his wife."&nbsp; When the Henrik fellow started spouting German, Zaara faltered a step in confusion, falling a couple more feet behind before clawing his way back to his original position.&nbsp; "Never stop.....no wonder."<br><br>Soon after he said that, a cute girl who was soaking wet, her shirt plastered against her ample.......*WHAM!*<br><br>Suddenly, Zaara realized that he had hit a tree......a freaking TREE!!!&nbsp; "Well," &nbsp;he laughed into the tree, "It was worth it to see those bouncing breasts hahaha."&nbsp; His laughing soon ended when he tried to pull away from the tree.&nbsp; It was then that he realized that his horns were embedded into the trunk.&nbsp; Zaara started saying many expletives as he tried to force his way off the tree.&nbsp; Eventually, he gave up and just started pleading with anyone who came near him for help......
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 20:27:25</strong>
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				Who: Sparx Larsa<br>For: Open<br>Where: The path, hoping to be spared a brutal butt-fucking.<br>When: Early Afternoon, Sunday<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr><br>Sparx was utterly surprised to see Siren, of all people, slow down and match pace with him. She even spoke so kindly about how impressed she was with him not cheating or not giving up. He didn't want to waste too much energy trying to figure out why she was being so nice. The only things he could think of was either she pitied him, or she was just naturally caring. He felt more like it was pity, but he didn't judge. He appreciated the kind words, though he was skeptical. No girl who looked like <em>that</em>, or even close to that, has ever been nice to him. He was a nerdy tech-geek after all. He wasn't a jock, or a playboy. He wasn't even anything special. Just an average human with below-average physical strength. Perhaps he had above-average endurance, which was the only thing keeping him going. If his endurance was any lower, there'd be no way he could finish this. "Thanks... Siren!" Even though he couldn't spare the energy to look at her, he could at least thank her. "But... I wouldn't want you to fail because of me. You should still go on ahead."<br><br>It was then that the red-headed Yumi girl he was looking for passed by him. He groaned. Ever since Zaara mentioned swimming practice Sparx had been hoping to run into this girl. But it didn't seem like he'd have the opportunity. She was way too far ahead now. Damn, she must have been some kind of superhero. She was passing everybody, even Zaara. She was actually going to pass Henrick too! Wow she was so...<br><br>She tripped.<br><br>Now she was falling. Sparx couldn't help but be frozen with shock. She was doing so well just to fall... and now... she was coming straight for him! He gasped and pulled his heavy arms in front of his face. If she crashed in to him he'd be finished, but he couldn't dodge it! he waited, and waited, but she never hit him. He opened his eyes and saw the girl hanging by her fishing line right in front of his face. Just before she smashed into him, she must have hooked it around a tree or something. He gave a heavy sigh of relief, then watched her as she picked herself up. She looked like she was really struggling, so he reached out with his arms and pushed against her back, helping her regain some sort of balance. "That was some fall...!" He strained as the weights on his arms now seemed to double as he pushed. "You should be more careful, though that was impressive." He smirked, then started walking upwards again. This girl seemed a little slower now, so every so often, he would nudge her forward if she seemed to slow down. "Come on, you got this! Us losers gotta stick together, right?" he laughed inward at his own comment, hoping Siren wouldn't take offense. She seemed far from a loser, after all.<br><br>He then saw Zaara up ahead... guess he needed some help too. Ha!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 20:34:52</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Zaara and Shizuru specifically, Yumi mentioned<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Trail<br><br><br>"That must have been odd. Still, I hope you can find your parents one day." Of course, Henrik realizes there is a very good chance that one of his ancestors might have killed one or both of the Arachne's parents. That'd be awkward. <br><br>Even when Yumi falls, and Zaara ends up stuck in a tree, Henrik does not stop. The most help he offers Zaara is some words of encouragement "Work them out, bit by bit, slowly. Don't apply too much pressure.&nbsp; Think of it like a Chinese finger-trap." <br><br>He finally arrived at the top, surpassing all the other students; even if only by a few feet. He didn't stop until he had made his way towards Shizuru, only pausing about five feet away from her. Finally stopping, he took the time to take in a deep breath of the clean air, and survey the area.<br><br>His legs felt like they were on fire, from the strain of the walk and the magically induced burden. But, he ignored the painful sensation; his feet, for that matter, ached too, but mentioning it to anyone would do no good at all.&nbsp; The pain would eventually dull, and pass. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 20:42:59</strong>
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				Name: Siren Lancaster<br>Place: Nearing finishing of the trail<br>Who: sprax, then no one but everyone<br><br>No problem Sprax." She said though when he told her to go ahead she frowned softly. She felt as though he held no interest at all in her. though she was hardly one to brush rejection off. She just sighed as he went to help Yumi. They didn't seem to need her as they went to help Zaara. After a few moments of being silent and watching she wound up turning on her heels and making her way up the trail quickly. She thought she would keep him company bit since he had the others she felt unsure. So with a shrug, and few flaps of her wings. She pulled up second rather quickly behind Henrik.<br><br>She was Pulling up her shorts for the billionth time, even with the clasps holding them up. the weight on her tail seemed to still pull at her shorts. Revealing the soft bit of crack as she walked behind Hendrik and with a few pants she&nbsp; slowed. Every muscle in her being ached from the stress the marks on her limbs put her under. She will need Something to ease this that was for sure. Perhaps the doctor would know. But all she did know was that she was exhausted. And achey. Definitely not used to that strenuous of activity. "God wheres the doc with the pain killers, or muscle relaxers"She chimed&nbsp; bracing back on her hands as she sat on one of the mats. Before giving in and collapse backwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 21:03:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Yumi Urashima<br><strong>For:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Yumi blinked at Sparx and then frowned, her face looking determined. She seemed to have taken offense to his comment. "Hey, I'm not a loser! I'm going to finish!" said the girl, sprinting ahead. She actually sprinted. Some wellspring of energy from somewhere seemed to drive her on. Her pace from there to the top of the trail remained unbroken, save for a brief moment where she frowned with concern as the spider-man intercepted a tree with his face. That looked painful. She'd done that before, actually. No stopping, though! Yumi trudged on until she finally reached the top of the trail and collapsed on the grass. <br><br>Didn't even make it to the mats. Thud. "Third place is... good for a start. I let everyone else win, actually..." she panted.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>For:</strong> Sparx, Heinrik<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Shizuru waited for the rest of the class to finish before she stopped her work. She turned and strolled to the mats, her eyes roaming over the students as they sat there and collected themselves. Several long minutes of silence passed while she looked them over. Finally, she spoke.<br><br>"Looks like everyone made it. I'm impressed. As promised, the person who finished last is expelled," Shizuru said, pointing at that first unlucky boy she'd painted with the mark. The poor kid had trudged in dead last, behind even Sparx and the rest of the stragglers. The boy looked defeated, though at least his return trip would be downhill. Perhaps some of the students would envy him, not having to go through this torment again. Shizuru was quick to move on though.<br><br>"And as I said, I'll need a Class Leader. That person is, of course," she pointed - not at Heinrik. At Sparx. "You."<br><br>What.<br><br>The demoness stood there and adjusted her shades while the students erupted into commotion. After a minute, she raised her hand, demanding silence. Silence which she more than likely got. "I know Mr. Raubriter finished first and I know what I said was that the first one to finish would be given the role. It was a test, though if you prefer to think of it as me simply lying to you, we can go with that too. The fact of the matter is, I need someone who will help his fellow students. Henrik did not stop for a second to help his classmates, even though he was more than capable of doing so. In fact, I'm fairly sure that he could've done so and still finished in first."<br><br>She started walking, a lazy stroll around all the students gathered there while she lit up a cigarette. Geez, how many did she smoke in a day? Did smoking even effect a demon of her age or did she do it just to be cool? Questions better left unasked.<br><br>"Mr. Larsa, despite being vastly unprepared for this, put forth by far the most effort in making it up here. Not only that, he offered help to his classmates when they needed it. So, congratulations." Shiziru snapped her fingers and a small box of uniforms appeared at her feet. They were keikogi, training uniforms. White with white belts and the word 'PANDORA' on the breast with the Japanese symbol for 'oni' (demon) on the back - Shizuru's own logo. She tossed Sparx a similar uniform, though his had a black belt and the word 'CLASS LEAD' under 'PANDORA' on the chest. Mercifully, they were platinum weave, which meant that they were light and comfortable to wear. <br><br>"Everyone else come grab a uniform and get changed. Once you've done that, I'll spend some time going over what we'll learn, then you can have the rest of the period to yourselves, because I'm nice like that." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 21:24:46</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Shizuru and Sparx mentioned, open<br><strong>Where:</strong><br><br>He just quietly and impassively paid attention to Shizuru. She did bring up a valid point, which is primarily why he raised no argument; the other reason was because he knew even if he had a well-founded reason to argue the point, it wouldn't really matter. <br><br>Still, though, he had doubts about her choice. Sparx might have been helpful, but he didn't seem to possess the other qualities important to leadership; at least, in Henrik's eye, that was the case. He wouldn't be good as a leader, or a follower; but, he admits to himself, this is only based off of what he has seen thus far. It's entirely possible the kid has redeeming qualities and potentials he has yet to show. He'd revise his opinion later on, as needed.<br><br>He grabbed a uniform, and went off to find some place that offered at least a degree of privacy. Getting changed into the uniform would take him a bit, if only because removing his breastplate was a minute long affair by itself. <br><br>His things would be kept together and out of the way, before he returned to the straw mats and watched the demoness. He would, as patiently and quietly as ever, await for the other students to get changed, and for her to continue on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 02:03:39</strong>
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				Who: Sparx Larsa<br>For: Open<br>Where: At the top of the mountain and wishing he was dead.<br>When: Early Afternoon, Sunday<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr><br>Sparx watched Yumi literally sprint off back to the top, and his eyes were wide. He couldn't believe the strength she had. He happened to look over to Siren. She probably had the same amount of strength, or even more, yet she hung back here with someone as weak as him. It wouldn't be fair... it wouldn't be fair at all if she got failed because of him. ~Fuck thirty seconds! Full steam ahead!~ He closed his eyes and grit his teeth, and just went for it. One foot in front of the other. No breaks, no bitching. He thought of Henrick, and Yumi who didn't stop for anything. He thought of Siren who actually supported him. He thought of Zaara, who really looked stuck at the moment. Sparx could tell it was because he crashed at an angle, which he confirmed once he finally caught up. "Don't pull straight, or you'll break your horn. Slant to the left a bit, and be smooth with it."<br><br>Zaara was the first person to talk to Sparx. He couldn't leave <em>him</em> behind of all people. Besides, waiting for Zaara to pull himself out meant he'd catch a bit of a break. One his friend was free, ~Heh, friend... that sounds nice...~ he'd start his trek back up the rest of the hill. He was actually almost there. Sure, he'd barely have any energy left to stand afterwords, and yeah, he felt like he was going to pass out, but he knew he could do it if he tried hard enough. He knew he couldn't let Siren get in trouble for his weakness. He would have to remind himself to thank her properly later. So he fought through and finally, he made it to the top. It actually took him way less than an hour and a half, but he made it.<br><br>~Fuck... YEAH!!!~ He was panting heavily as he took his final steps. It was taking all his remaining energy just to hold himself up. His poor little heart was ready to burst, but damn if he would let it in front of all these people. That's when he saw Shizuru. The demoness looked as fearsome as ever. Sparx's eyes fell upon hers with little fear for once. He knew he was weak, yes, and if she was to punish him for it then dammit he'd accept any of it. He did his fucking best and need didn't need the approval of her. Especially if failing meant he'd never have to see her again. That would be awesome. And then, silence.<br><br>His eyes widened when she actually pointed at him and made him the leader. 'WHAT' was plastered all over his face. He just... stood there in sheer bafflement. He didn't even feel the pain of his strained muscles anymore. Was this a trick? Was she teasing him? No, she was serious. She even handed him a special uniform. He held it in his hands for a moment and just looked at it. ~I made it...?I passed?~ Never had Sparx EVER succeeded in anything like this. Sure, he was champion of cyberspace, but nobody really cared about that. This was real life. Sparx never won anything in real life. It was just a moment... just a small fleeting moment where he actually felt proud of himself.<br><br>Then he looked around.<br><br>He saw all the other students who he felt did much better than he, and they probably felt the same. He gulped... ~Oh fuck... I just became the target...~ In HALO and in multiplayer Death Match in general, the man with the leading scores always becomes the main target. Everybody on the server is out for his blood, and even after he drops from the lead, he becomes a sheep for the slaughter. An outcast that gets repeatedly spawn-camped, plasma-grenaded, and tea-bagged mercilessly. Was this fate now going to befall Sparx... in real life? He didn't want to know what the live version of a teabag felt like...<br><br>Then he thought about it. ~YOU!~ His eyes whipped around to Shizuru-sensei. She did this on purpose! She had too! She couldn't just fail him. No, that'd be too easy. She wanted the other students to hate him. She wanted to turn everyone against him so that every single day he'd have to fight for his life, to fight for his title. Oh... this woman was the pure definition of demon... but Sparx accepted it. He growled deeply under his breath and gripped the uniform tightly. She was challenging him, wasn't she? Sparx never backed away from a challenge. He made it up this impossible hill even when he thought he'd never do it, and he made it with honor and friends beside him. If he could do that, he could definitely take on sensei's brutal punishments.<br><br>~I will become strong... just you wait. I am no target, and I am not a frag!~ He was so focused that he didn't realize his energy levels were near zero. The first to drop were his knees, and then he fell over on his face, completely exhausted. He wasn't passed out just yet, but he kinda wished he did. Oh well... He slid his leadership uniform underneath his face and closed his eyes. ~As soon as I take this nap, you'll see... you'll all see.~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 02:43:33</strong>
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				Who: Van<br>Where: Moving though the path/end of path at the top<br>When: Early afternoon<br>Tagging: Shizuru at the end<br><br>Van looked on as the others were preparing for the trip up the mountain by the teacher, he would have to go as well. He looked around and noticed that everyone was headed up. He wasn't one for building his strength up so much, and he was a bit worried that by increasing bulk, he would decrease his natural reaction times and agility, things that were far far more important for his style of fighting then being stronger then his foes. He waited till the end to get his marks. He stood in place for a moment, this ordeal was to get used to the weight, the idea once you were used to a heavy weight when you didn't have it on, then you would be able to move faster, pick things up that were heavier and be simply stronger. That was what led to his slight worry, none of those things except the moving faster would be that much advantage to him, but he signed up and he would do what he needed to do. He would just need to cut out his other work, to compensate for this factor. <br><br>Feeling the weight added, he could tell that the seal was on magical as was the fog, his father had once told him about such skills, some demons he battled had. Then he wondered if it was a person to each person which made it common. After putting his seals on, he stood in place for a view moments, his mind going over how each part of his body was effected by the extra weight that had been added, he let himself get used to the weight, moving slowly as to find what movements would be easier and which ones more challenging, a kind of trail for the best method of movement. <br><br>After those moments, he knew that he wasn't going to finish first, getting the last mark, using the time to figure out the marks as best as he could, all would mean that people ahead whom figured on the fly would be ahead of him when they finished. He moved up at a steady pace finding the best method of movement as he adjusted himself to the weight had been worthwhile, keeping his hands in his pockets for support, he walked up the hill, he could use the face he had pockets to his advantage this time, and he would, the walk was nice, but he was curious as to what was beyond the forest, if he didn't have the marks on, he would go, and hunt some of these creatures, they sounded like a challenge a fun challenge at that. <br><br>He didn't really care where he finished, he knew he wouldn't be last, he did pass one kid whom was along the path, poor kid, he looked ill prepared for this, he would done best by focusing on his strengths which from what he could tell were not physical areas. His were not so much either, but he wasn't that weak. He managed to finish at a point not that far off from a lot of others, not a bad achievement given he started after them. He sat down calmly, he wasn't going to show weakness in front of a demon or demons, that was just lame, he was a good bit swore but that was just part of working out. A natural effect of carrying weights up a large area, he had to do weight training before, and carry weapons for his parents into combat areas, combat could happen, when you least wanted it to happen, thus one had to learn to prepare for possible outcomes so that one would have enough to get away, or fight, which ever one choose. <br><br>He heard the announcement about whom would be the leader, reasonable judgement, the one whom was the strongest wasn't always the best prepared to work with others expecting all other to be similar to him. He rose to his feet, hands resting back in his pockets as he looked at his demon teacher. "So, why not say the responsibilities of Mr. Larsa, curious as to what types of things you expect of the leader, and how we are to work with him as the leader of this group," he said calmly, he didn't care that Sparx was a leader, that leadership was his was okay, he would prove a good or bad leader, that was up to him. He wanted to know what the leader needed to so, and he figured that hearing what role the leader had would tell him a bit more then what he needed to know for the class. "Also, it is possible if we are not doing anything that you take these marks of yours off early, you said there were yokai were kept out in the woods, that sounds like a something to look into, it has been to long since I had a decent demon hunt," he said in a straight forward fashion, as he didn't figure he could find anything interesting to do, and he was pretty sure he knew why they were given the extra weights and the reasoning behind the challenge."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 03:55:18</strong>
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				Name:Siren Lancaster<br>Place: training ground<br>Tagging: All<br><br>Siren wasn't surprised at the turn of evens. She was more concerned with the aches and pains of her tiny frame was experiencing. Yet she was smiling. She knew Miss Shizuru would choose Sprax. how? Well not hard, she was a demon, Demon's Like to try pulling unexpected things. Like those who had made decent time, should have been first. But it was Sprax kindness that had him in the lead. Did it not count that she went back to walk along side the boy. Even all weighted down. It had felt like she was carrying four of her-selves. Again no like she was used to. Though she kept her eyes shut. Her lashes fanned across the pale rise of her cheeks.<br><br>Her stomach rumbled. And she frowned more. Clearly using up a lot of energy and she hadn't even ha breakfast. She hadn't thought they would start classes on a weekend. A weekend, a day where they were meant to rest. She sighed again &nbsp;"Can we get these marks removed." She could of explained how un prepared she was for this. but if she had she would be hearing it from her mother no doubt on that. It was one of the core lessons she was taught. always be prepared for something unexpected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 07:18:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Yumi Urashima<br><strong>For:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Yumi was too tired to listen to all the conversation. She recognized, vaguely, that she hadn't been elected Class Leader, but that only barely registered with her. Her limbs were screaming in protest. What she did hear, however, was the announcement of uniforms. That perked Yumi right up. She instantly sat bolt upright, a wave of energy washing over her with her renewed spirits. Dry clothes! The girl hopped to her feet, seemingly oblivious to the weights on her. She grabbed a gi out of the box and started stripping down in front of the whole class. Clearly, she was not ashamed of her body.<br><br>That, and the rampant need for dry clothes, spurred her on. Besides, she'd already looked around. What was she going to do, crouch behind a bonsai tree? Yumi shrugged off her pack and it fell heavily to the ground next to her rod. Next she pulled off her jacket and finally, what the boys (and some ladies!) have been waiting for... her shoes! <br><br>No, wait. Damn. <br><br>Once her shoes were off she went for the tank top, exposing her ample chest. Geez, this girl was stacked. And wet. And glistening. Hey! Eyes on the teacher, fellas! The fisher girl cheerily undressed, unaware she was putting on some kind of strip show. Off went the wet clothes and on went the gi. She grinned happily and admired the soft, dry fabric. Now this is what school was all about! Kickass uniforms and martial arts training! She was going to be sorely disappointed when History class came rolling around.<br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>For:</strong> Sparx, Heinrik<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Shizuru briefly adjusted her shades, waited for eyes to pry away from any stripping students and cleared her throat, "No, you cannot get the marks removed. The marks wear off after a certain period of time. They should fade right around when class ends. You'll wear them for every class, so you'll get used to it. They are going to help you move and react faster, as well as become stronger. You'll even feel the effects when you leave here today. Now, no more complaining about the marks. Second issue," she moved on, "No, you cannot enter the forest. The yokai that reside in it will eat you alive. In most cases, literally. They will be your final exam, so trust me when I tell you not to go in. Of course, you're perfectly welcome to defy me and test the waters. Just don't expect to come back out in one piece, if you come back out at all."<br><br>The teacher took a seat in front of the students. She settled down, then carefully removed her shades and hooked them onto her shirt. Her golden gaze leveled across the class, she met the eyes of each student individually for a moment before moving on to the next. Then, she looked out over the garden and started to speak again, "The bamboo forest here technically doesn't exist. Not anymore. It's from my past. So while it does exist somewhere still, it's not THIS forest. THIS forest is ages old. It was ripped from my memories by the Dean and some of the other staff with magical ability. It was put here expressly because it's the perfect training ground. Where we're sitting right now is where I once trained with one of my old swordmasters. Everything that you see is as it was back in that time. He was a bit of a hermit and lived in the forest alone. His home still sits just inside the woods." She motioned off to the left, just off the path.<br><br>"Unfortunately, hilltops are wonderful strategic locations. The country was embroiled in civil war, Warlords vying for dominance over insignificant plots of land here and there, only to lose them the next day to someone else. I had left to fetch the old man some supplies from the nearby village when it happened..." The demoness suddenly stopped, putting her shades back on. A slight smile crossed her lips and only for a second. "I'll continue the story another time. Perhaps tomorrow. For now, I'll move on." She stood again.<br><br>"As for Mr. Larsa, his duties will be to help keep you all in line. He will be partially responsible for you all. He will be a liaison between you and me. He will also help me lead the exercises and splitting you into teams. I expect you all to treat him with the same respect you give me. He will be held to a higher standard, of course, so he can serve as an example. I expect good things out of him. Raw strength isn't everything in this class. It's honor, discipline, willpower, and skill. Now, if there are no other questions, you are free for the next two hours. I'd recommend getting more exercise; starting tomorrow we'll be building your strength, speed, reaction time, and learning some basic fighting techniques. Do as you like for the remainder of class."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 07:37:51</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Open, Yumi and Shizuru and Sparx mentioned, Van specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br>He paid attention to Shizuru as she spoke, his eyes primarily focused on her in whole.&nbsp; Since she is a superb warrior and would know what to look for, she'll likely note that, as before, Henrik seems to be sizing her up, taking in even the most minutest bits of data; what Sparx did with his tech, Henrik did with his mind and knowledge.<br><br>Of course, his own profile is very incomplete; he'd never be able to truly get a feel for her prowess and ability until he could actually see it, or feel it. But, for Henrik, the whole sizing up thing was a sort of subconscious compulsion; he did that to everyone as a matter of course, and some may even wonder if he was consciously aware of it.<br><br>Meanwhile, Yumi was getting undressed, and while there were likely to be many men drooling over her curves, Henrik was not one of them. <br><br>When they had been given the go ahead to spend their time as they wished, he would first head over to Sparx. "Good job." Though it was likely meant sincerely, his frigid neutrality made it hard to take that way. "If you need help, let me know." Henrik never makes an offer that he doesn't intend to make good on; though again, the manner in which he speaks makes it hard to discern much. One may correctly assume this was intentional.<br><br>In truth, he did not yet trust Sparx's judgment. While he might not have been particularly moved to help those who had needed it, believing it best that each man solve his own problems, he would assist the class as a whole; if it was asked of him. <br><br>While leaving the geek to think over that, he'd then move towards Van. "You seem fired up. How about a sparring match? I'm curious to see how well I can do with the burdens." And he'd liker to get a feel for the kind of people he'd be training with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 13:59:34</strong>
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				<br>Who: Van<br>Where: Moving though the path/end of path at the top<br>When: Early afternoon<br>Tagging: Shizuru, Yumi, Henrik<br><br>Van shook his head, he had been taught to not to back talk his teachers, a hard thing to do when one disagreed with the points they made, but something that he would have to do in this situation. He took a deep breath, he would have to do the mental calculations and think of ways to keep from bulking up during his training, raw power was very much overrated sometimes, he knew that for some of them, it was a extra thing, he also was still thinking about going into that woods, the targets there would be hard, but if he could find out the information on them, what type of Yokai they were, then he could take them down, there was also a right correct weapon for each situation, the trick was to prepare ahead of time and use the correct weapon in the given situation.<br><br>His eyes found the human woman, causing the gunslingers face to have a small crooked smile for a moment, she did have a well developed body, that was something that was undeniable to anyone whom took a look at the young woman.&nbsp; He wondered if the young woman was aware that everyone had a pretty fair chance of seeing her, he thought about saying something, but decided against it, it was a good view after all, and why ruin that little bit of fun, while she changed her clothes. He let out a sigh, "hey sexy, you do know that we call can see what you were you have now," he said towards Yumi, cause he didn't actually know her name.<br><br>His mind wondered to this leader, he had no real clue whom he was, if he had the focus, and the leadership ability to lead the group, he didn't really care, if he was a failure of a leader and asked him to do something stupid, he wouldn't listen, if he was a good leader, well then he would earn his respect in time. Time would determine, all of that, but he knew that the leader was going to have a lot more on his plate, honestly he didn't want the job, part of the reason he went last and now was glad he didn't have it.<br><br>Hearing another student he turned to see the swordsman who was running lap earlier. he shook his head, "I don't think I would do very good in the given situation," He said reaching and snapping his hand in a quick movement to show that he had a small one shot handgun in his right hand, and then one in his left hand, "You see, I am not carrying my normal armament on me, just these two one shots and my electro-knife, here is how the fight would got, I would fire my two shots, and based on your movements I saw earlier, even weighted you would be able to dodge each, most likely given my limited range and the fact I am using normal bullets. After this, it would be to see if your sword is grounded enough to take a electrical blast if didn't I would win, if it did you would win, plus either way, bullets aren't very good for sparing with sorry on that," he said respectfully explaining why he couldn't spar with the swordsman. <br><br>He turned his attention back tot he teacher, "Teacher, is it possible for us to modify the uniforms, so I have a place to keep my armament while I train, and such," he asked turning towards the teacher for a moment, curious as to the answer, he would figure out something, but that would make it much easier." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 18:02:31</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong>&nbsp; Van specifically<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>"There are wooden, bamboo, and blunted weapons of all sorts. Did you miss them?" He'd indicate the building with the straw mats, and the various racks of training weapons it contained. "Being able to handle a wide variety of equipment is important, you know."<br><br>He'd go and peruse through the various weapons that were around, and eventually picked up two wooden longswords. Yes, both were long; oversized, even, for a human. He held them in both hands, weighing them, getting a feel for them. <br><br>Their teacher might realize that Henrik either knowingly or unwittingly seems to be considering the sword style of one of Japans many great masters; Miyamoto Musashi. <strong>"Is anybody up for a practice match?" </strong> He would speak,, not loudly, but just loud enough to make sure everyone could hear him.&nbsp; He was truly eager to see how well he could handle fighting with the painted on burden; and she did say they could do what they want, and that it would eventually wear off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 18:26:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong>Siren<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Top<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> all<br><hr>Siren knew better the back talk a powerful demoness. Not till she was just as strong. And she was set on becoming strong. Licking her lips she sighed as she struggled to her feet. She felt so heavy, and she was hating it. Though she may as well get dressed in the uniform. which made her wrinkle her nose. She didn't care much for them. Liking her sexy attire so much better. But once more she held her tongue. With the sway of her hips she gathered up on that would fit her as she looked to Yumi who dressed, or as this case may be undress without a care. "Careful yumi some of us like to touch."She grinned and gave a playful cupping of one breast,k biting her lower lip she then backed off and began striping her own wears off. She was a demon, and she knew she had a body many may envy.<br><br>Her skin was the color of snow, and the lighting of the noon sun didn't add any color to the silky smoothness of her. She unclasped the soft pink clasps before letting the straps slide off her shoulders. Before removing the band that held her ample breasts with their pale pink perky nipples. She smiled softly. Wanting some attention to. She was an attention whore, though she would not act as wild as some may.&nbsp; Next came her short shorts. this is when she turned her back on the boys as she bent slightly at the waist before letting the shorts drop down. Lastly came her knee high boots. Her tail swaying along with her hips as she worked them off her. Dropping a couple inches shorter. <br><br>Her hair white as snow as well tickled along her back before she began dressing in the uniform.&nbsp; Leaving the front undone a bit to reveal cleavage.&nbsp; She struggled with the weights and adjusting her wing as she stumbled back a bit.&nbsp; "Woow"she gasped as she regained herself. "I suppose I good, though theses added weights will make me a bit, sloppy i think" She said looking to Henrick
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 18:54:56</strong>
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				Who: Sparx Larsa<br>For: Open<br>Where: At the top of the mountain and wishing he was dead.<br>When: Early Afternoon, Sunday<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr><br>Sparx was down, but not out. His eyes were closed and his breathing was quiet, but he was very much awake. Listening. He listened to Shizuru-sama speak of many things. It fascinated him to learn that this bamboo forest was apart of her memories and not physically present. Magic was always a interesting and tricky concept. Sparx used to be afraid of magic because he didn't understand it, but it wasn't until his first year at Pandora did he learn more about it, and then he realized, magic is just another form of technology. It just uses mystical energy instead of electrical energy, but both magic and technology can be used for the same thing. Technology, like magic, can heal and destroy. It can even create illusions just like this one.<br><br>He listened to the teacher speak of the responsibilities Sparx would have as the leader, and this is where he listened very closely. Just like a regular leader, he would be partially responsible for every single student in the class. He would be held to a higher standard than all the other students when it comes to character, strength, and attitude, but he would also be privileged to Shizuru-sama's information and act as a representative between her and the rest of the class. <br><br>This was going to suck.<br><br>How in the world did anyone, especially the demoness, expect him to succeed with such responsibility? Sparx never had to lead anything but mindless Videogame NPCs. And even then, if he made a mistake, there was always a reset, or a previous load to regenerate. This was real life: no reset buttons, no cheat codes, no strategy guides. If he made a mistake it was all on him, no, it was on everybody. He sighed. ~There's no way I can do this...~ But then Shizuru-sama mentioned teams. Sparx's eyes widened when he heard the news. He even picked himself up off the ground like a struggling weakling and sat up to pay more attention. She would be dividing the students up into teams? Sparx could do that. He was good at that type of thing. <br><br>Fire Emblem is a unique jRPG where your characters actually had unique personality types. On top of that, if you found the right combinations, they could strengthen their relationships with each other, thus increasing their overall battle performance whenever close to one-another. Finally, something he had experience in! Sparx could go over his logs of the students and pair them up based on their strengths, weaknesses, and personality types. If Shizuru-sama allowed him this duty, it'd be the first official thing he does as class lead. He knew he just had to do it now. Once the teacher left, Sparx would be off to work on his newest project.<br><br>That was when Henrick appeared, with a flat congratulations and offering his assistance whenever Sparx needed it. The tech-nerd looked up at the tall boy. Both of their emotions were flat now. Sparx didn't know if this was his way of praising his tough efforts, or a sarcastic way of expressing his hatred for the fragile young student. The swordsman then stepped off announcing his need to beat the living shit out of something, possibly so that he wouldn't take his aggression out on Sparx later. ~I'll have to make&nbsp; note to stay away from that one. He'll slice me in half without a second thought if he knew he wouldn't get in trouble for it... Maybe I should just go home.~<br><br>Oh, wait. One more thing...<br><br>Struggling to his feet, Sparx rose to standing. His new outfit hung over his right shoulder and, slowly, he made his way over to Siren. He stopped just a few feet in front of the tiny little devil-girl and offered her a sincere smile. "Hey... Siren..." He was pretty nervous, considering he didn't make a habit of talking to girls, much less anyone, much less demon girls! Still, he knew what he needed to do. "I wanted... to thank you... for helping me out... back there. I wouldn't have been motivated to do my best if... if it wasn't for you, so thanks... a lot." He was so exhausted from the trek, but he didn't want to pass out before thanking the demon girl, even though he expected she probably hated him like the rest of the students. He was a weak and pathetic excuse for a human, yet despite all the effort everyone put in to make it up the hill, he was crowned the leader. Any competitor would hate that, and he wouldn't blame Siren if she never wanted to talk to him again. Oh well... her breasts felt pretty nice on his back. At least he had that memory.<br><br>"You too, Yumi." He commented on the now fully-clothed red-head. "I think your persistence and high-energy rubbed off on me some." Plus when she almost fell in to him, he had a really nice view of that sweet ass. That also provided a nice boost to his energy levels and was probably the reason why he was able to push himself to the top. "So thanks... to you as well." Another sincere smile. He was a little depressed on the inside, though. Today really was starting to look like he'd make friends this semester, but it seemed now that he was more distant from everyone now then ever before. He truly felt like nobody would want to even attempt to hang out with him now. This was going to be another truly lonely year. Still, it was nice to exchange a few words with the people he met today. That just proved he was doing a little better to come out of his shell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 19:11:01</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong> Siren specifically, open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>He didn't really notice the demon-girl as she got changed. Perhaps he caught a bit of her naked form out of the corner of his eyes, but he didn't really care. One might call Henrik single-minded, though there's always the question of what underlying reason led him to shun the sights that so many other young, hot-blooded men so eagerly enjoyed?<br><br>"Good, good. I know, I won't be in&nbsp; top form, either, but that's the point." He said to Siren, glad she had the courage to at least attempt it. "Pick a weapon that works for you, then come at me when you're ready." &nbsp;He'd continue to speak to her, holding both swords crossed, a few inches away from his chest. He slowly rolled his shoulders up and down, feeling the strain and burn. <br><br>This would be a good exercise for him as well, as he wouldn't be relying on the extra-sensory powers of that sword of his. It was a wonderful thing, but he couldn't always rely upon it. He was half-tempted to tell everyone else to clear off the mats, if they were near them, but figured that they'd be smart enough to stay out of the way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 19:33:38</strong>
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				Name:Siren<br>Location:The Top<br>Tagged: Sprax, mainly Henrik<br><br>Siren looked up at the nerdy boy, who was now the class leader. She was happy actually that he became so. She wasn't the jealous time, although maybe when it came to other women. and them clinging all over those she wanted to play with.&nbsp; Her tail flickered once she was dressed enough "No problem. we rely on each other both for support and protection. While you may not be physically strong. You do have this" She tapped his forehead a bit and smiled. "Your a bright young man.you mind is you strength." &nbsp;She wanted to let him know that he was strong just like them. they all had there strengths and weakness. If it came to something Technological that she would be stumped and he would most likely thrive.<br><br>She walked to the bamboo weapon crate, digging through it she came a scythe like weapon with a blunt rounded edge. Not her scythe but it would do. Her hands flexed along thick rod handle. Before turning to Henrik. Cast one last smile to Sprax. "Ive more weight on then you although Demons have a bit more natural strength. Still seems hardly fair." She said with a shrug. Her wings rising, then drooped once more.&nbsp; Grinning she came at him. Like he told her to. Pushing as much as her body allowed her in one direction.skidding slightly she would jump over his swings or dance out of the way. Making it seem a bit flawless. But if anyone really looked could see it took a lot out of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 19:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Yumi Urashima<br><strong>For:</strong> Van, Heinrik, Sparx, whomever<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Yumi stuck her tongue out at Van, "Where am I supposed to get changed? There aren't any bathrooms here!" she quipped. The girl then smiled sheepishly at Sparx and rubbed the back of her neck a little bit, "Haha, um.. thanks. I'm glad my, um, falling could help you." She let out a nervous laugh, then turned her gaze to Heinrik, who seemed to be spoiling for a fight. Y'know, that wasn't a bad idea! If she had a few hours to kill and the mark wasn't going to wear off anyway, she might as well do some training. <br><br>Making her way to the training area, the girl readied her rod. She brought it back and then whipped it forward, the line lashing out with startling speed, the hook at the end slicing across one of the training dummies and leaving a deep gash in the chest. She continued with the line's momentum, the girl whirling around, whipping the rod along with her. The line whirled, wrapped around another one of the dummies tightly. With a grunt, she hauled the line over her shoulder, lifting the dummy off the ground, swinging it around and shattering it to splinters on the ground. <br><br>Yumi pulled back on her line, retracting it. She turned and quickly lashed it from side to side in movements so fast they were hard to follow. The hook tore through a third dummy, the points gleaming faintly, hard to follow. She pulled back and retracted the line again. The dummy seemed unharmed. It just stood there (as dummies are wont to do). Then, suddenly, it started to split apart. Sliced into three pieces, they tumble separately to the ground. The girl grins, satisfied. <br><br>"Well alright, that wasn't so bad!"<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>For:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Shizuru eyed Van for a moment, "You can modify them as you like as long as you don't cover up the symbols on the front and back." The demoness then folded her arms and turned her gaze upon the other students, looking them all over before gazing upon Heinrik, who was testing out the weapons available and looking to start a fight. This should certainly be interesting. The large human certainly seemed to be spoiling for a fight and she thought it might be interesting to see what exactly he was capable of. Shizuru had always thought herself a fairly good judge of character - it kind of happened naturally after being alive for so long. One saw the same types of people over and over again, so it was easy to pick out various personality types. She'd seen countless selfless acts, betrayals, good, and evil. Heinrik seemed like a capable fighter, but character-wise he appeared just a bit too self-interested and cold-hearted. <br><br>And this was coming from a demoness who's primary interest was herself. Hell, the main reason she'd decided to teach at Pandora was because if the world was swallowed in darkness it would've been a real hassle to fight off rogue demons. All those interruptions to her quiet drinking time? No thank you.<br><br>So, Shizuru had a lean back against one of the posts and crossed her arms over her chest, quietly watching the students start to train. This was more than free time for the students. This was time for her to assess them, to see how they chose to behave when given time to act freely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 19:49:44</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>For:</strong>&nbsp; Siren specifically, Shizuru mentioned, open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Shizuru wasn't too far off the mark there.&nbsp; Henrik was very much a lone wolf, and there were many people and things he didn't really care about. But, while it was easy to mistake him for only caring for himself, there was something a bit deeper there; time would, sooner or later, show that he is more than what he seems. <br><br>"I think the weights bring us down to an equal level." &nbsp;He'd comment as she looked over the weapons. That made the most sense to him. <br><br>He watched her choice, and was not surprised, given her previous display of the blood-scythe-thing. He would continue to wait for her approach, though, and when she first lashes out, he slides the left sword along the blunted edge of her scythe, directing it away from him.<br><br>As he did so, the wooden sword in his right hand would lash out in a stab, right between her ample breasts, and a bit to her left side; where the heart would be on a human.&nbsp; Apparently, he knows his anatomy fairly well. Shizuru may also note, Henrik is very adept with his 'off' hand; he was naturally ambidexterous.<br><br>This would be his primary mode of operation for this training exercise. Deflect with the left, counter-attack with the right. Not always at her chest, either; some times he'd sweep at her head, arms, even her legs in an effort to trip her up. <br><br>Even though he was bogged down from the weights, and didn't have the sensory enhancing sword with him, his reaction time is quite high. He's straining just as much as she is, even gritting his teeth a bit; this was hard. Probably, the hardest thing he's had to do in years.<br><br>Still, though, Henrik would persevere and endure. His skill with fighting was amazing, comparatively speaking; but even greater than that was his constitution. Given enough time to observe, Shizuru would likely be able to conclude, quite accurately, that his endurance is either at, or near, the human maximum potential. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 20:02:50</strong>
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				Name:Siren<br>Location:The Top<br>Tagged: Henrik<br><br>Siren watched, and studied him and his movements. this made her reaction just a smidgen off at first as she seemed to dance around him. She noted ho he was skilled in using both his hands, wielding two swords easily. It made her smirk. She loved a challenge. she loved the fact that every muscle within her body seemed weighed down. Yet she still moved with surprising grace and speed.<br><br>"Perhaps, but none the less." Siren knew he was right, she knew that her being of a powerful demon line she would out do him ive she honed her skills more. Her mother did not go easy on her and she knew how to psych out some of the others when it came to training. She watched the one blade swing up. Making her pull back and block the point from her her heart.<br><br>"Question is can you use everything your given as a weapon. Asides from a blade itself" Siren asked. Her one leg striking out to trip him. Making her body swing low, while her arms trembled as it rose up at a slight angle to catch any blows that may her tail wrapping around his ankle tugging it slightly. as she missed with her leg. In battle they had to use what that can to their advantage surely he would know this. and it was clear despite the weights, she was still in control of her body even as a thin sheen of sweat began to form upon her brow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 20:13:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Henrik<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Top<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Siren<br><br>"Of course I can." &nbsp;Now, here's the thing. The legs of most humans were somewhere in the two to three foot range. Henrik is using longswords that are four and a half feet long. Though he certainly does get close to her, at times, he stayed mindful of the distance between them, and used the length of the swords to his advantage.<br><br>When the kick comes at him, it'd have to be when he was closer to her; but even then, it would require her to extend her leg significantly. When he sees the leg coming towards him, he'd lash out with the left sword, striking at her scythe, and trying to keep it occupied; meanwhile, his other sword would move to intercept her leg.<br><br>being a demon, she'd probably be able to endure it, but the amount of strength behind his blow, combined with the momentum of the swing, and the material of the sword means that if he did hit her leg, it'd probably break the bones of a human.&nbsp; And even if it didn't stop her, he'd at least block the kick. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 20:28:03</strong>
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				Who: Sparx Larsa<br>For: Open<br>Where: At the top of the mountain, taking down data.<br>When: Mid Afternoon, Sunday<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr><br>Sparx smirked at the two girl, and then noticed that mostly everyone was starting to practice or spar, including the two he was talking to. He nodded to them, then sat down, which wasn't nearly as easy since he had so much weight on him. He strained, to just sit down, let alone pull out his data pad and start taking notes. ~Why the fuck are these damn charms so fucking heavy! I can't even type right.~ His fingers shook terribly as he tried to hold his arm up and type. His shoulders bore the most weight, and he seemed so stiff. For someone who who type a hundred words in half a minute to suddenly not being able to hit a few keys was an embarrassment.<br><br>~No! Fucking Demon-Sensei isn't going to take this away from me. I may not be able to run up a hill but damn if I let her slow down what I really am good at!~ He fought through. A lot of adjustments needed to be made in order for him to actually be able to type, but he figured out that by sitting cross-legged with his elbows on his knees, he could support his arms. The markings were on his forearm though, closest to his hands, so it was still rough just holding them up and moving to hit specific keys. Typing the wrong letter became a devastating failure which resulted in him having to move his arm all the way to the backspace key. It was infuriating. He had to type much slower than normal just to get the feel of everything, and a mistake would mean expending way too much time and energy to correct. He had to be absolutely flawless, yet fast at the same time.<br><br>Everything as happening all at once. There was no pause or play button here, so he couldn't stop the world to take his notes and restart it when he was ready for more.He had to keep up with every single student: every movement they made, every style they used and every reaction they influenced on the world around him. This was truly one of the hardest things he'd ever done, but it had to be done. He needed to know everything about everybody: their strengths, weaknesses, personality types, fighting styles, everything! He was making a lot of mistakes though. He'd forget letters in people's names. He'd hit a key one too many times. Sometimes he'd miss keys all together. He groaned, but kept fighting through. Hopefully, once the class was over, he'd be able to go over his notes without the weights and fix any obvious mistakes as well as add any information he missed.<br><br>He thought of Siren and Chiya at that moment. <em>"You could always just ask..."</em> Their words echoed in his mind. He could possibly do that. He worried, though, that no one would be willing to give him any information after such an embarrassing trek up this mountain path. Still, it was worth considering if his notes came out horribly disfigured. Only time would tell...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 20:32:48</strong>
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				Name:Siren<br>Location:The Top<br>Tagged: Henrik<br><br>Siren watched him move. and smiled. Although it was not enough to stop her leg from striking out. Meeting up with bamboo sword. Tearing a loud hissing cry from her lips as she fell back. Her tail wrapping around his one leg. Bringing him down with her. She was breathing heavy as she looked up at the boy before her. the pain stinging through her leaded leg. But she couldn't help but to smile and laugh as her eyes squinted slightly as she fought the sting. Smiling she shook her head.<br><br>"Your good, I give you that much. My mother would be pleased we have a good swordsman here." She complimented trying to ignore the pain radiating from her leg. She looked to her leg and saw that some blood soaked int the uniform. though not much. <br><br>Shifting awkwardly. She turned her leg to her as she looked at the small gash that marked her skin. Wasn't anything serious. But it was enough to split the skin and make blood start to bead darkly near black red color. If she wasn't so exhausted and weighted down she may have been able to mend it enough to stop the bleeding. but at the moment she couldn't
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 20:39:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Henrik<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Top<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Siren<br><br>He fell downwards towards the ground, her tail managing to catch him off guard; but still, he is nothing if not adaptable, and before he can fully land on the ground, he'd have pushed the elft sword into the mats and leaned against it, keeping him mostly upright; rather than ending up on his ass and prone, he was kneeling, with the right sword coming down, and nearly smashing into her tail.<br><br>Why nearly? Because he caught the sight of blood, perhaps even before she herself did. She was injured enough, no need to inflict further injury upon her. Had this been a real fight, though, he'd have likely sliced her tail off.<br><br>Instead, he was content to set his swords off to the side, and pull the appendage off of him. He would then regather the swords, and stand up, using them to assist him. "You'd better get to the doctor."<br><br>He wouldn't assist her with that, though. If anything, it'd be Sparx duty as captain.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hell, though, even if Henrik was captain, he'd probably insist she go it alone anyways. That was how he was taught; never to rely on another person, on anything.&nbsp; Expect no mercy, no aid. <br><br>Naturally, that rubbed off of him, and colored his own view of the world, and how things should be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sacrah</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 20:58:09</strong>
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				Name:Siren<br>Location:The Top heading down to the medical center<br>Tagged: Henrik<br><br>Siren sighed and pushed herself up onto her feet. She was disappointed in her self. She had hoped to land him on his ass. And it was one goal she was determined to succeed in. She smiled as she leaned slightly to one side. Keeping most weight off it but she knew with the weights on her it would hurt even more. "i suppose you are right Henrik. till we meet again." She licked her lips in a playful gesture. Before leaving the grounds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 04:14:17</strong>
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				<br>Who: Van<br>Where: Moving though the path/end of path at the top<br>When: Early afternoon<br>Tagging: Shizuru, Yumi, Henrik, Sparx<br><br>Van blinked at the comment by Henrik, he didn't use melee weapons in close combat, the match up would just be poor for both of the, and he knew that the swordsman wouldn't get anything out of fighting him with wooden anything. He was glad for the young man, that he was able to find a sparing partner, that was good news. He figured that he needed to work, he seemed the type to have something to prove to others and maybe himself as well, he wasn't sure on that point though. <br><br>He nodded his head to the answer by the teacher, he would have to adjust the suit for his handguns, he would bring them to class, he had a feeling that he would need them given the final exam, he would train with them, to improve his skill, he would need to gather up his plastic bullets just to be on the safe side to keep with himself in case of another request for a sparing match, a mistake on his on half this day. <br><br>He walked over to the leader of the group, whom looked worn out and on the floor and he guessed by looking at the young man, feeling down on himself. "Well now, bossman, if you need any help, just ask, I have no problem giving you information, or my view or opinion on things, if not, that is fine too, pretty gutsy to have made it up here and helped others, impressive, will be counting on you," he said calmly to the new leader of their group, he figured respect to those in spots above him was needed, and this person could be a good leader, and a good person he had no clue on either.<br><br>Walking to the training area, he was curious as to if there was anything targets he could use to practice his aiming with the extra weight, it would be a good way to even with two shots to figure out how the extra weight would feel when he fired a gun. Moving out he saw the well endowed human fighter. He watched as she moved though the targets rope and hook, using them with impressive skill. He sat down as he watched, she was really good, her style was way different then anything he had seen before.<br><br>"Sexy, how did you do that," he said as he looked over at the young woman standing up, "your weapon and skill is really different from anything I have ever seen before, it is really truly impressive. I don't know martial arts or melee weapons granted, but I do know people who do, and I have never seen a weapon as yours, you move so smoothly like a wave over the water," he said complementing the young woman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 04:52:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Henrik<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Top<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Open<br><br>"Anybody else?" &nbsp;Yes, it was tiring. It hurt; his muscles ached from the strain. But how could he possibly get better if he wasn't willing to push himself to the edge, and beyond? Don't stop until you drop, as one of the men he's trained with in his youth, had said. <br><br>However, it was unlikely he'd find too many other challengers willing. If nobody volunteered for it after a few minutes, he'd put the swords away, and head back towards his things. He would sit down by them, taking the sheathed sword and laying it on his lap, on his knees.<br><br>With one hand holding the grip of the blade, and one resting on the bottom-most portion of the metal-studded scabbard, he would shut his eyes, clear his mind; and bring stillness and clarity to his mind...<br><br>Well, it would be still. But, there was still plenty of activity nearby; many ripples, some small and lost beneath the more moderately sized ones. Still, in its own way, the ripples were relaxing and enlightening; he watched as they formed, stretched out, eventually ebbed and faded away; consuming or being consumed by other ripples. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 06:46:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Yumi Urashima<br><strong>For:</strong> Van, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Yumi sweatdropped, "My name isn't 'sexy'.." she cleared her throat, "It's Yumi, by the way, but thank you. My weapon is the Umigen Rod!" The girl announced, holding the 'weapon' aloft and brandished it in a heroic manner while striking a pose. "Passed down from generation to generation in the Urashima family, this legendary weapon was once used by my great great great grandfather to save a princess! In return, she enchanted it and it has been used to dish out <strong>JUSTICE</strong> ever since!" <br><br>She was certainly proud, you had to give her that much. Her fighting style, too, looked to match her flashy, upbeat attitude. Her moves wasted a lot of energy and it looked like everything was designed for maximum showmanship. It was kind of like watching a ribbon dance. If the ribbon was razor sharp and could carve your face off, of course. It's doubtful that that's how Yumi's great grandfather fought with it, so she must've made the style her own at some point in time. Judging from all the splinters littering the floor though, it was effective. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>For:</strong> Sparx, Heinrik<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Shizuru's cold gaze flicked over to Sparkx. "Mr. Larsa, your classmates seem to be getting injured. Perhaps next time you should caution them against training with real weapons. If you are unable to watch over your classmates as you are supposed to, I can find someone else for the position of Class Lead," she said. The demoness pulled herself away from the support she'd been leaning against and made her way to the center of the grassy hilltop.<br><br>"Mr. Raubriter, if you are so spoiling for a fight, you might as well spar with me since you seem intent on injuring your fellow students. I'd rather not have my entire class in the infirmary on the first day." The demoness stood casually, lifting up her left hand and summoning - not her sword - but, in fact, a little ochoko full of sake. She lifted it to her lips, took a little sip of the rice wine inside and let out a little relaxed sigh. Lowering the small cup, she stood and waiting for him. She didn't seem to be getting ready for a fight at all. If anything, she looked like she was about ready to sit down in the grass and get drunk. Was there more to her relaxed demeanor, or was she just not taking him seriously? Perhaps a bit of both. As a teacher and a thousands of years old demoness, it seemed a small chance that Heinrik would be able to best her, but Shizuru also didn't seem the type to underestimate anyone, no matter who she was fighting. So what was her game? Perhaps it was part of some kind of test. Either way, Heinrik had an opponent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 06:59:06</strong>
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				<br>Who: Van<br>Where: Moving though the path/end of path at the top<br>When: Early afternoon<br>Tagging: Yumi<br>"Well, I am sorry, I didn't know your name Yumi, and I just called you what I noticed, and you are one sexy hot woman," he said in a mater of fact type of way as he looked at her measuring her up, he could see and hear the pride in her tone, it was easy to pick up on, and she wasn't doing anything to hide it. She did move really well, across the ground and her style was just so different and interesting, graceful would be the best word in which he could use to describe the style."<br><br>"To dish out justice huh, can't think of anything better for it to dish out, the world always needs more justice, "It is a weapon that is very fitting of you, and gives you range and allows you to be pretty effective in close combat I figure right," he asked as he looked at Yumi. He sucked at melee weapons for the most part, he could fight with a knife well enough if he had to, but that was it, these people with their swords and ribbons and other weapons, that was just beyond his skills, but still really amazing. in its own sort of way.<br><br>"How about a contest, how about we see whom can hit more targets in a say 5 seconds yourself or me, winner has to do a favor for the loser," he asked with a bit of a grin on his face, he had found himself with an idea, Yumi was as sexy as they got, he figured that he might as well take a shot to win a bet, and use that victory to talk her into spending time with him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 07:21:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Henrik<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Top<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Shizuru, open<br>No sooner had he reached his gear than he heard the demoness teacher address him. He would turn to look at her, meeting her gaze with his own, out of respect. "Very well. It's an honor." And Henrik was not a man to just pass out idle compliments, or say anything he did not mean. There's no flattery or ass-kissing here; just respect.<br><br><br>He held the sword's scabbard in his left hand as he approached her, right hand slowly drawing the bluish-silvery broadsword from the metal-studded leather home it had. Since she was so proficient with fighting, and had seen him dual-wielding earlier to boot, she'd likely notice right away that the way he held the scabbard, indicated he would be using it in an offensive or defensive capacity. The thick metal studs on it made it seem all the more likely.<br><br>"I believe she will grow stronger from it. Some times, you'll be stuck miles from civilization, with a broken tibia, and have no recourse but to hike." His comment is meant more as an explanation as to why he would allow the fight to get that intense, rather than a defense of his choice. He never saw a need to defend his actions; merely to explain them. People would draw their conclusions, and stick with them, and Henrik would not seek to change them.<br><br>"Would you prefer we hold ourselves back in training?" This was not some smart-ass rhetorical question, but, he meant it sincerely. Henrik had his firmly-settled ideas on training; the teacher most certainly would have her own, and in some way, he was hoping to actually get her perspective. <br><br>Confident as Henrik was, and appeared to be, he knew that he could always stand to learn something new, and that what he did know was not the be all, end all; there was always impurities in the logic that needed to be smelted out, and new thoughts to alloy into it. <br><br>His eyes were not yet closed, since he could see her inactivity; and yet, he most sincerely doubted she was anything but fully prepared and ready. Though still outwardly confident, in truth, he was a bit nervous; but how could that be anything but a natural reaction to whom he was facing?<br><br>It should be noted that his talking had taken place while walking towards her; and once that final word had been uttered, his pace quickened, closing the distance between them; he would lash out at her hip with the metal-studded scabbard; there would be a moments pause, perhaps of hesitation, but in truth, he waited for a specific reason.<br><br>If she were to teleport away, he would move to a more defensive stance; if she did not teleport, she'd soon find the flat side of the sword moving towards her left shoulder. <br><br>Obviously, still burdened by the weights, there is a degree of sluggishness to his movements; but still, he was doing far better than an unburdened average warrior could do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 18:45:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>For:</strong> Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>"This is a school. You are a student. It is not your place to give lessons, it is mine. Unless you're fighting me, you will fight safely," said the demoness, watching Henrik approach. It was hard to tell she was studying him when she was wearing her shades, since they completely obscured her eyes and she otherwise didn't seem to be moving. At least not until the student closed in and lashed out with both scabbard and blade. Shizuru didn't teleport, but instead avoided both blows with side-steps that were not only impossibly fast but also graceful. A casual lean back or sliding step off to the side dodged both blows with the same ease she'd use to check out a lovely woman at a bar. It was almost impossible for Henrik to sense those 'ripples' of movement, they were so faint it was like she hadn't moved at all. Granted, he still had his weights on and that was an advantage for her, but sometimes one simply wound up in fights where they were at a disadvantage. <br><br>"You hesitated," commented Shizuru, "you're afraid of me and your body betrays you. Bravery is not the absence of fear; it is controlling fear." The demoness took a slow sip of her sake. It was impossible to tell if her eyes were on her drink, or on her student. "Not that it matters. You give away too much when you attack. You're thinking too much." Turning around, she walked away a few paces and drained the last of her sake, then dispelled the little ceramic cup in her hand. Turning back to her student, she slid her hands into her pockets and continued, "Sound planning and strategy can be key to winning a fight, but thinking too much telegraphs your every move. I can read you like a book. The subtle shift of a stance or the way you grip your weapon, an errant twitch of muscle, eye movements. Everything you might do tells me what's going to happen next. Try to let your body do what it needs to. The sword is not a tool, it is an extension of your arm."<br><br>The demoness made a brief, beckoning motion with one hand, daring him to try again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 19:03:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Henrik<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Top<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Shizuru, open<br><br>"Alright." He'd say in response. It was her class, she was the teacher; what she said, went. He wasn't going to argue with her about it, and would just make a note to himself to be more careful. He didn't agree with it, but he'd go along with it. <br><br>"Fearlessness is foolishness." He'd comment, building off of what she had to say about bravery. It was a lesson he was aware of. He shrugged his shoulders a bit, showing a bit of tiredness creeping into his limbs from how he was weighted down. <br><br>"I'm better when I'm responding, rather than acting." &nbsp;Again, there's no excusing his failure, no defense of it; just an honest admission of his own limitations. It was true. He could read people well when they were on the aggressive, and in turn, used that against them; but being the aggressor was a difficult thing for him; unfamiliar. It's something he'd have to work on.<br><br>He approached after her, never really letting her get out of the very limits of his attack range. His own movements were casual, not out of any desire for casualness, but because it kept his pace even with hers; it was what allowed him to maintain the distance. <br><br>He would lunge at her, with spryness that might shock some of the other burdened students; but, again, there's a good chance that Shizuru would not be shocked in the least that he could do this. He could feel his body protest, but did not give in to the desire to stop. <br><br>The blade would go thrusting forward, straight at her chest, at her heart; he knew she'd be fine.&nbsp; He was not burdened with the worry of hurting or killing her. As the enchanted sword went towards her, the scabbard would be moving towards her left leg, directly below the knee. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 20:36:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>For:</strong> Henrik, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>"I did not say abandon fear, I said control it. You fail to listen." The demoness' movements were fast, almost too fast to follow. It would take a keen eye to see her summon her sword and draw it. For anyone else, it would look like the blade simply appeared in her hand. With one pair of movements she simultaneously parried his blade with hers and used her foot to step on his scabbard and briefly pin it to the ground. Using the momentum from the parry, she turned and whipped her blade around, striking Henrik in the side of the neck.<br><br>A clean decapitation.<br><br>Well, it would have been. Between strikes she'd turned her blade, simply hit him with the blunt side of it. What would've likely separated his head from his shoulders simply hit him with enough force to leave a small bruise. It was amazing, the way she'd orchestrated the entire attack. One move had flowed into the next with such grace and precision it was as if she'd practiced in this exact same situation a thousand times. More than likely she had, just on a real battlefield. Experience and skill combined to make Shizuru a formidable opponent. There were cues Henrik could pick up from her style, at least. She obviously relied on instinct and reflex more than thought. As she stepped away, she made a downward flicking motion with her blade, flicking imaginary blood from it before smoothly easing it back into the scabbard. If Henrik knew his martial arts he might recognize the smooth way she'd drawn the sword, struck, and returned it to the scabbard in one movement as Iaido. Perhaps that was her chosen style, or perhaps she simply incorporated it's methods into her way of attack. <br><br>"What happens when your opponent is too fast for you to respond properly? Sometimes you have to press the attack. Admitting your shortcomings is one thing, working on them is another. I expect to see you improve quickly." The demoness remarked, "I expect that of all my students, actually. I don't want teaching this class to be a waste of my time." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 21:06:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Henrik<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Top<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Shizuru, open<br><br>He had meant his point to stand on its own, and to show that he was familiar with the foe that every warrior must face sooner or later; fear. Perhaps, he had inadequately phrased it; it wouldn't be the first time he's misspoke. Regardless, her comment is not met with words.<br><br>Perhaps one thing the demoness would not expect is for Henrik to abandon his grip on the scabbard. The moment its pinned down, he lets go of it, and goes to move away; unfortunately, the magical weights burden his movements. The net result is that while she does, indeed, strike and bruise him, the blade would have had to travel <em>maybe</em> an extra inch. He was obviously attempting to get out of the way of the blade, but was just plain too slow to have done anything but delay the 'inevitable'.<br>&nbsp;<br>Thankfully, this was merely training, and didn't go literally losing his head over the matter.&nbsp; Still, at least he didn't freeze up when it seemed like death was imminent. "I intend to."<br><br>It is needless to say, but Henrik, being the deeply analytical person he was, and being familiar with quite a wide range of martial arts, did make note of how she moved, how she acted; how it seemed like she didn't even need to take even the half-second he does to think about what to do. It was pure, and clean. He also makes note of her use of Iado, though he wonders to what extent she is trained in that art, and just what aspects of it she uses.<br><br>In the end, he expects her to have blended together her own unique style from various other ones; taking what worked for her from various things, and tying them together neatly. Piece by piece, he'd have to watch her, and make notes, and deduce.&nbsp; But for now, he was going to go back to his things, and settle down. <br><br>He was actually getting to be quite famished. He might have a natural resiliency that could astound many, but in the end, he's still a human; still needs calories to fuel the body. He'd take the rest of the class to just relax, and think over things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 21:41:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>For:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Moments later, three chimes sounded from the school far below, signaling the end of class. The marks should start fading momentarily, leaving the students feeling much lighter than they were before. The difference would be immediate and quite noticeable; moving around would feel like they were walking in low gravity. Of course, they'd probably be sore the next day, but thankfully Shizuru's classes were only held every other day, giving them time to recover between sessions. <br><br>"That's class for today. Everyone can head back down now, remember to stick to the path. Next time we meet, come up here in your uniforms with the marks on. I expect the uniforms to be kept in good repair," the demoness said, tucking her hands into her pockets, "For next class we'll be pairing you off into teams and each group will be given a set of exercises. The team that finishes first gets to rest before weapons training. Dismissed." The demoness waved dismissively and turned, heading off into the woods. For a place she'd described as quite dangerous she certainly was strolling through it rather nonchalantly. <br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Yumi Urashima<br><strong>For:</strong> Van, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Top<br><br>Yumi sweatdropped again. These bad pick-up lines were really starting to wear her down. Well, every hero had their weakness! Shame she was starting to think hers was cornball flirtations. Mercifully, the end of class was signaled before she had to figure out a polite way to turn him down. Not that she didn't mind practicing or training with someone, it's just the extra 'stipulations' he wanted to set up didn't really appeal to her. <br><br>"Oh, darn! Looks like class is over, haha!" she laughed nervously, stepping away, "Maybe next time!" said Yumi, quickly making more distance. The girl shifted her pack and started off in a sprint down the path. The marks faded as she went, nearly tripping her up and causing her to fall flat on her face. Thankfully, this time she managed to keep her balance and not go end over end. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 22:00:17</strong>
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				Who: Van<br>Where: Top of area, then towards cafeteria <br>When: Early afternoon<br>Tagging: Yumi at start, then open<br><br>Van stood there for a few moments, after Yumi had started to head away from himself. He shook his head as he thought about what had just happened. He had a good feeling he knew what had happened, he had made his shot for the human female, and he got rejected pretty much completely. He rubbed the back of his head, as he shook his head, and let out a sigh, he never was the best with the opposite sex, but he figured a attempt was what was needed in the situation. Oh well, toss that one up to the failure bin.&nbsp; He mentally put Yumi in the off limits category in his mind, and walked off from class.<br><br>As he walked, he knew that the time had ran out of the additional weight that had been place on his wrists and ankles, he could feel the difference, and he could make a much better judgement on what type of difference that the weight had made and how much it was about that had been slowing him down while he moved up and down the hill. He could then use that information to figure out what would work best in how to train to use weapons with extra weight on his body, maybe if need be, find ways to copy the type of training he did.<br><br>He would also need to adjust and modify his own uniform, to be able to hold his weapons he would bring to class. He figured if it was a combat class, he would need the weapons, he wasn't a melee fighter, and he could spar with these melee fighters they were way to good for him, and he was sure he wouldn't last more then a few moments with them, given his style of fighting and its need for guns. He figured he would improve, this seemed to push human skills, but that was all he could say about his skills, they were just not centered around close combat melee styles. He let his body adjust to the now lack of weight as he walked off to go get something to eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 22:03:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Henrik<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Top, going down<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> open<br>Henrik would take the time to change out of his uniform and into his regular clothes. He found as much privacy as he could, which wasn't much; but at least he didn't feel like a piece of meat out on display.<br><br>He had slim, but muscular arms, while his legs were thicker, and visibly muscular as well.&nbsp; He was wiry, more than muscular, even though he has obvious muscular development all over the place. He didn't have a 'six-pack', but rather, a four-pack. <br><br>If anybody cared to gawk at his genitals, that he was just above average for a human.&nbsp; Probably, he'd be six inches erect, maybe a bit more.<br><br>Well, once he was back to being dressed in the loose clothes he loved, and had the breastplate in place, and his sword sheathed and the scabbard attached to his belt, the cloak donned; once he was all set, he'd take off down the path; the uniform neatly folded up and carried under his arm. <br><br>Even if he was the last student to leave the top, which he likely wasn't, he was likely to be the first one to reach the bottom. He didn't run, but he moved with a great deal of momentum, and long strides.&nbsp; &nbsp;Though some might see him as showing off or something, the truth was, he just really wanted to get to lunch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 20:32:03</strong>
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				Who: Sparx Larsa<br>For: Open<br>Where: Heading to the offices.<br>When: Mid Afternoon, Sunday<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr><br>Sparx was relieved to hear that class ended. Between that impossible climb, becoming the class lead, and having to deal with those cursed marks on his arms and legs, this was an utterly exhausting day. On top of that, the damn Henrick guy took out Siren and, on top of that, started sparring with Shizuru-sama after she'd scolded the both of them. ~Ugh!~ Today was just too much. All he wanted to do was finish creating his game, but it didn't seem like he'd get any work done here at school either. Oh well. Looks like he'd just have to pull an all-nighter later if he wanted to get anything done. Now that class was over, he could head over to the computer lab and get some work done, but at the same time, he felt like he should check on Siren to make sure she was okay.<br><br>He stood up and thanked the heavens for removing the marks on his body, and then he activated his hover board. He was exhausted after a long day's work and he'd be damned if he was actually going to <em>walk</em> after dealing with all this bullshit. He leaned forward and began coasting down the side of the mountain path with his new robes still on his shoulders. He never gained the strength to even get dressed, but it didn't seem like the demoness really minded. As far as Sparx was concerned, she didn't shove a spiked vibrator up his rectum, so today's class was a success.<br><br>As he coasted down the hill, he could overhear some of the students talking about the start of the new semester, meeting up with old friends; regular things like that. There was one thing, however, that cast a frozen shell over the tech-geek's face. He heard someone say something about this semester's missions being even more dangerous than last semester's.<br><br>~Fuck!~ Ever since Sparx joined the academy he'd been doing his best to avoid going on any of the academy's posted missions. He was a weak and fragile human, after all. He wouldn't last a minute out on the field against creatures who want to pick their teeth with his bones. At the same time, he knew that he couldn't pass the academy accumulating the required Mission Credits. He was really screwed this time. Especially now with the rumor that this year's missions will be even more dangerous than last year's. Sparx could vividly remember medics carting students who got the shit kicked out of them back onto school grounds nearly every day after doing one of Pandora Academy's missions. If this time around those missions would be even harder, Sparx didn't think he'd make it.<br><br>~M-maybe I should go check on the mission board as well...~ Hopefully, if he could confirm that the missions wouldn't be too hard, then he'd be able to go to sleep tonight without wetting the bed. Of course, he could also confirm that the demon hunts would be so impossibly deadly to his health that he might just jump off the school roof. Either way, he much rather have a spiked dildo in his rectum. <br><br>"SIREN!" Sparx leaned forward and his hover board shot down the hill towards the school, and then he hit a quick turn towards the offices. He knew that, by himself, there'd be no way he'd get anywhere on these missions. Siren seemed the most likely candidate to help him out if he asked, so he rushed off towards the medical office hoping she was still there. Maybe if he begged, or performed some sort of blood ritual for her, she'd agree to keep him somewhat alive long enough for him to pass. It was his only chance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 03:11:12</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Ryuu<br><strong>For: </strong>Opened<br><strong>Where: </strong>Forest<br><strong>When:</strong> Late Evening<br><br>Ryuu had done his best to skip the rest of the classes for the day, even lounging off somewhere on the pathway to enjoy a long nap. There was much to do at night time and he had his fill, leaving himself with plenty of energy to successfully burn. He was thankful he was left undisturbed, perhaps no one had found him thus far, most classes seemed to slow down and he imagined the students at this hour were most likely sleeping peacefully in their beds or doing God knows what. It was not any of his concern as he rose to his feet, brushing himself off and soon disappearing deep into the forest. He knew that such a place was forbidden, but he was not new to leaving the safety of this school, there had been multiple occasions where such events transpired in the past and he imagined there would be many more in the near future.<br><br>Even on the odd chance of discovery, he had plenty of excuses to go off on. Some stupid enough to probably fit the dumb demeanor he often put on as a farce. His hands rested within the pockets of his jacket as he trudged through the wooded area. The area was silent, eerily so, the only things he could hear were the breaking of random twigs and branches beneath the weight of his continuous steps. His eyes remained alert, casually glancing to one side and the next, his vision unhindered by the darkness, being quite the nocturnal individual himself or maybe it was just another gift he obtained from his mother. Who was really to say about these things? Ryuu didn’t focus too much on the past, only on the present and what he could do to stay alive.<br><br>His movements drew to a pause at the melody of distant growling; most people would have the sense to turn back and head from where they came, but not Ryuu. The young man was confident enough hold his ground, it wouldn’t matter if he retreated either. Demons typically preyed on humans and if there was sound it meant that most likely the creature already picked up his scent. If he were to retreat, his back would be an opened target and he rather not waste valuable stamina. He suppose he could always remove his weights to fully get away, but why do that? Why waste such valuables and leave himself all the more expose with his natural talents within the school? Ryuu only shook his head as the sounds drew closer.<br><br>Besides, this would make good practice, this was one of the reasons he visited the forest. His hands never left his pockets as the predator became visible. Already was the monstrosity rushing towards him, he would expect no less from a lesser yokai. This one done the features of a wolf, yet lack the beauty of such noble animals. Three eyes, jagged teeth, and crimson mangled fur to boot. Most normal boys and girls may run away throwing their arms in the air and screaming, but not Ryuu. His lips only arched into a smug smirk as he shifted his weight, watching and waiting as the demon drew closer. The beast pouncing and within that instant, Ryuu maneuvered his body, sidestepping the demonic fiend, turning himself to face the predator as it landed from its missed, would be attack. “Oh, so you come to play with me tonight? I still need to work off these excess calories.” Ryuu’s voice hummed, his personality appearing to have completely changed here alone with a ‘dangerous’ adversity. Again the demon would rush him, but the results would be the same, Ryuu’s body shifting and turning to make it appear like he was mostly playing with the poor demonic wolf. <br><br>Maybe the beast realized this as well, its rampant offense instantly stopping as it circled the lone humanoid figure, only to stop in place and release an ear piercing howl through the labyrinth. Many more followed in suit, coming from all directions and it wasn’t much longer that Ryuu found himself surrounded by the pack of lesser demons. “Oh?” He voice hummed as he looked around, watching them circle him as the former lone wolf had done. Ryuu’s hands slowly departing from the pockets of his coat. “I suppose this would do for a warm up.” He stated as he assumed a fighting stance, even unarmed, he didn’t seem the least bit bothered of being outnumbered and surrounded by demons. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandora Academy (Gym)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 19:29:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>For:</strong> Ryuu<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Forest<br><br>"I wonder if they'll kill you.." came a familair voice from somewhere nearby in the shadows.<br><br>A spark, then a light in the darkness. The teacher was leaning back against a tree, lighting up a cigarette. The illumination highlighted her face and, moreover, those eerie golden eyes of hers. She seemed oddly relaxed for being in an area filled with flesh-craving monsters. They yokai seemed to be ignoring her. Shizuru smiled faintly, "If you're wondering why they're not attacking me, it's because they're afraid. Nearly mindless, slavering beasts though these low-level hounds may be, they still learn when they see enough of their kin killed. These weak monsters won't even come near me. They do follow me, though. Waiting. Waiting for a moment of weakness. So, I was walking," she paused, exhaling a little smoke, "And I saw you. I thought I'd give them a chance at a meal." <br><br>The demoness turned slightly, flicking ash from her cigarette, sending glowing red dots of it trailing through the night like little fireflies. She looked up again, watching the pack surround him, slavering and growling. "If you die, then you're just as worthless as I thought. If you survive," she shrugs, "Maybe you'll make a fine meat shield some day. You can stand on the front lines and take hits for the people who actually care about improving themselves. Who care about more than their own selfish needs. Who don't drag their feet because they're afraid of success, of work, of effort. Let's see.."<br><br>Shizuru's words trailed off and she flicked her cigarette off to the side. The light faded and she seemed to melt into the shadows, only the soft crunching of grass heard as she walked away, but even that was hard to trace with the constant pacing, growling, snapping of jaws of the monsters surrounding Ryuu. 
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