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| Tux | Jul 18 2011, 09:13 PM Post #7156 |
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Beach "Nice to meet you!", Perry said to Randell. Lisa looked over Edda and Perry and sighed. "My name is Lisa. I'm an... acquaintance of Randell's." "So much for peace and quiet...", Lisa thought to herself. |
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| GoldenSama | Jul 18 2011, 11:15 PM Post #7157 |
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[Beach] Randell nodded to Perry, and then looked over to Edda. “Hey, man! How have you been doing? Hey, did you hear Lance has a girlfriend?” Randell then looked over to Lisa and then back to Edda. “Oh, Edda, this is Lisa! And Lisa, this is Edda.” […] Antoinette grinned to Jimi, unaware her phone was still on as she slipped it on her belt. “Ooooh, I know just the place – that big fancy restaurant down the street! You know, the one that’s so expensive and flashy! Where all the celebrities eat!” [Duel Arena] Jason suddenly looked up, his eyes seemingly blank as he stared over towards Galv. “… Die.” Jason suddenly darted forward, moving as quickly as he could and slashing his scythe at Galv’s stomach, trying to cut him in half! |
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| AGodofIrony | Jul 18 2011, 11:45 PM Post #7158 |
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-Beach- “Really, him? Well Paul's got a crush on someone too, so I guess anything's possible,” Edda said, chuckling. “Lisa, huh? Nice to meet you,” Edda said to the girl, “And hmmm...You two were playing volleyball? Maybe we should all play!” “Okay, fine...” Jimi said, too distracted to think of what this would mean for his wallet. He took Antoinette's hand, walking towards the resturant... -Le Maison De La Mort- At the super fancy restaurant, it wasn't very crowded at this time of day, so Jimi and Antoinette managed to get a table. “Okay...so...ummm...Keyblades...” Jimi said, hoping to talk with Antoinette as they waited for the waiter. “...How much do you know about them anyways?” -Duel Arena- Something was horribly wrong... Galv darted backwards, barely avoiding the slash, Jason's scythe cutting through the stomach of his uniform. “Gah! Woah! Where did that come from?” Galv wondered, his scythe coming apart, turning back into guns. He was going to try and keep Jason back... He opened fire, alternating electric blasts with thunder blasts! |
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| GoldenSama | Jul 18 2011, 11:53 PM Post #7159 |
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[Beach] Randel chuckled to Edda, and then looked over to Lisa. She hadn’t been too happy to see one person who she did know – now she had a whole group, and most of them strangers. “I think Edda’s got a good idea, Lis! Let’s have a big game! Losers buy snocones.” [La Maison De La Mort] Antoinette took a seat at the table and grinned, leaning over and looking at Jimi. She was having entirely too much fun today. She had not yet stopped to think about what getting MARRIED would actually mean… but there would be time for that later! “Keyblades? Let’s see… I heard Professor Willaims talk about them before, but I usually just daydream in that class, it’s so boring.” Antoinette told him, but she wasn’t even sure if it HAD been Keyblades, or if she was thinking of Bladekeys*. Bladekeys were the invention of a crazy man who loved knives and tried to replace standard locks with new locks that required being stabbed to open. His business ultimately failed when everyone but Musashi thought the idea was stupid and refused to buy knife keys. [Duel Arena] Jason had started this duel for a simple purpose. He wanted to show to Galv that, while the boy had passion, he did not yet have the practical skills to defend against someone like Kanna – or worse, the assassin’s on her payroll. Well… at least Jason was getting that point across now, though in a far more violent way than he intended too. The Black Blood was in control now, and Jason wasn’t thinking about Melanie, or Kanna, or Erin or anyone else. He was just thinking about the lovely sound of his scythe tearing through red student flesh. [/SireMoment] As Galv fired electricity and pressurized soundwaves at him, Jason ran forward. He was spinning his scythe in front of him to block some of the attacks, but some got through and bombarded his body. His own uniform was getting torn, as was his skin – but Jason didn’t seem to care, or even notice. He was acting purely on deadly, possessed instinct and as he drew closer to Galv, he tried to slash with the scythe with one hand, while blasting white-hot energy with the other! |
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| AGodofIrony | Jul 19 2011, 12:10 AM Post #7160 |
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-Beach- “Sounds like a plan to me!” Edda grinned, taking Sol off and planting him into the ground, where the sword huffed at the indignation. -Le Maison De La Mort- Jimi frowned, shaking his head. “Well...it's important you know about them...” Jimi said, carefully, “There's two ways someone can get a Keyblade...Either they're born with an innate ability to summon them, or you're given one, and then you sorta share access to it. “Like, my mom. She has access to a Keyblade, because my dad gave her one. But it's not something anyone can just do. Giving and accepting a weapon like this is...well...it's big. It's very important for my clan.” Jimi paused, trying to think of a way to illustrate this. “Well...your dad was going to kill me because he thought we might be having a kid. For my dad...if I just gave you a Keyblade, it'd be worse then that. The act essentially bonds the two together, where they're drawing on this same force. It can greatly strengthen any relationship...but you have to be sure it's what you really want. It's...sharing a key, and with it, making a lock you can't undo. The only way to undo something like that is to break the key itself...and that's near impossible. And then even if you do...there could be side effects. What those are...I don't know. It's happened maybe once, twice in my clan's history...and most of us are dead... “And that's another thing...As far as I know, there's seven people who can use Keyblades. My parents, my grandfather, my brother, my cousin, my aunt, and myself. Before my dad was born, someone...or something...attempted to wipe us out...and nearly did.” He leaned forward, looking intently at Antoinette, “Are you sure about this? You have time to decide...I do care about you Antoinette...I really do...But you should know all the facts...” -Duel Arena- Galv had no idea what was going on. Jason suddenly seemed so much stronger, and his blasts were barely hurting the older boy. But he wasn't going to give up, backpedaling, barely avoiding Jason's attacks, still firing rapidly at Jason. He was running very low on energy though... -Arena Seats- Walter and Erin frowned, watching the fight. “...Something's wrong...” Walter muttered, getting up and heading to the arena. He wanted to ready, just in case... |
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| HellAvatar | Jul 19 2011, 12:13 AM Post #7161 |
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The Chaos Room Lavan knew only one thing and one thing only at this very moment. Well... Actually, that's wrong. He knew many things. But first and foremost in his mind were three very clear-cut facts that he knew without question. One: He was in pain. Two: He was tired as hell and he could barely stand on his own two legs at the moment. Three: He hated the entity in his soul with a passion. Having met Suzaku in spirit-communication several days before, Lavan understood exactly why he was so loopy. Suzaku was downright insane, and not in the good way. The giant firebird spirit rambled, shouted nonsensical thing, obscenities, and nonsensical obscenities, and on top of that was incredibly powerful, vain and could give Lavan headaches. But no, not only that, but the darn thing was a SLAVE-DRIVER. The reason no one had seen tail nor hide of Lavan for so long (and why the school was suspiciously untouched by large-scale pranks that involved the principal, a bucket of crisco, a midget and a spatula), was because the boy was taken to one corner of the training ground, surrounded himself in fire that was damn near impossible to bypass and started to train his ass off. He'd been there for much longer than he thought. Now, he hurt all over. Sure, Lavan was used to keeping himself in shape and all, but the sort of workout that Suzaku had him doing was enough to send the boy to his knees multiple times. And every single time, the damned firebird would give him a mental whip to get back up and keep going. This "incentive scheme" combined with Lavan's absolutely ridiculous amounts of willpower assured that the boy survived the training day, even though he looked like death warmed over when he all but stumbled back into his room and straight for the showers. As he washed up in scorching-hot water, he couldn't help but give praise to the spirit though. It knew exactly when to push him, it knew exactly what he was supposed to do to get better, and it was so impossibly creative that it almost put HIM to shame. The multitude of strange ideas that Suzaku offered over the time Lavan had been training was enormous and absolutely awe-inspiring in sheer magnitude and ability. Even the tales the spirit told were ridiculous. Flames that did not need oxygen to burn, only a steady energy supply. A constant cloak of compressed flame that trained control of heat so deeply that it became a natural effect. A flame versatile enough to actually create a physical response, such as pushing people away or grabbing onto things. The sheer amount of possibilities were still reeling through the teenager's mind. To hell with normal training routines, getting instruction from a spirit as old as Shinigami-sama was definitely worth the headaches. Finally getting out of the shower, Lavan finally noticed that the phone he left previously on his table was giving a beep every once in a while. He had a message. Muttering to himself a bit, Lavan picked up the phone and flipped it open, his countenance brightening the moment he saw the message. Nanami invited him to a date. NANAMI, the cold-hearted, cold-blooded ice queen of the school actually sent HIM an invitation to a date. Sure, it might have been a double date between him and Nanami and Musashi and his girl... But it was still something that Nanami had done very rarely before. The shower freshened the boy enough so he looked much better than when he came in, and he no longer looked like one giant bruise of failure. Good thing too, and just in time. Dressing, the boy flexed his palm, watching in fascination as tiny, tiny flames licked at the very surface of his skin. Suzaku's Flame Cloak was perhaps one of the spirit's signature moves, and Lavan was beginning to learn the steps. Shaking his head, Lavan took a running start and leapt out of the window, falling to the ground and going into a roll before shooting for the town and for the destination of the date. He had no time to lose! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Remote Classroom Ras was NOT in a good mood. In fact, the boy was more anxious than anything, if not actually frightened. It has been some time since his own training finished and he retreated to a secluded place to get some paperwork for the student council board out of the way. Forms needed signing and reviewing and various applications needed to be filled out, and he was the one for the job. It was in the middle of this that the first "heave" hit. It was as if his heart skipped a few beats before suddenly thundering into life, robbing him of breath. A sudden rush of EXCITEMENT, followed by a premonition that something BIG was going to happen soon sent the boy tumbling out of his chair. A second later, it passed as though it wasn't there... Before ANOTHER wave, this one of bloodlust and excitement struck again. This has been repeating several times over the past 15 minutes, and Ras was growing ever more anxious. He had no idea what was going on. He FELT it. As if the bloodlust, the wish to KILL, the sudden lack of SANITY was his own, and not something that was simply invading his mind. He tried to meditate, but it didn't help, as these spikes sent him right back out of any trance. And that wasn't the worst of it. These spikes were happening more and more frequently now, and he couldn't help but feel that something was terribly, terribly wrong... HE tried to get up, only to be sent reeling by another spike, forcing his entire body to spasm and almost fall over. He needed to find someone before... Before... Before it became too late, but for what, he simply didn't know. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kubo Basement Medusa was grinning. She was so giddy, she could almost FEEL the vibe of energy in the air. Her plans, they were all coming together so quickly, so FLAWLESSLY that it almost made her rethink the plan. Nothing ever went this right for her. But no one noticed her. No one suspected her but one, and Stein was currently off grading papers for students. She knew it because she just came back from another session of flirting with the man, another round of keeping him off balance. Her minions were stationed. Eruka was already somewhere in the school, about to start trouble for the students, and causing a diversion. Mizune was stationed outside of Kubo, ready to herd any stragglers outside into the school. Free was on standby close to the school walls, ready for his part. And Crona... Crona was also in place, ready to start the bloodbath. And she herself. Medusa Gorgon, witch with an ambition and a secret agent in Shinigami-Sama's ranks, she was here to finally begin the very thing she entered Kubo for. "Nake, Snake, Cobra, Kobubra... Nake, Snake, Cobra, Kobubra..." Swaying hands and a monotonous and almost hypnotic intonation were enough for magic to latch onto the lock of the secret door in the basement, finally opening the long staircase down to the ancient catacombs that used to be an old palace or building that stood ages, eons before Kubo was ever made. It was there that Shinigami-Sama his his most powerful secrets. It is there that he stored his most powerful and dangerous items. It is there that he, so long ago, imprisoned Asura, the insane Demon God, and kept him trapped. And today... Today, Medusa would finally release him, and acquire what she sought... |
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| GoldenSama | Jul 19 2011, 12:28 AM Post #7162 |
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[La Maison De La Mort] Antoinette paused as suddenly the conversation went from light-hearty talk about marriage to something serious, about magical keys and possible genocide. That was all… a lot less fun than random teenage marriage. “Wow… that’s all… big stuff…” Antoinette admitted, scratching the back of her neck. “Sounds like this is pretty important…” Yeah, because MARRIAGE is only important if there’s a chance someone will try to kill you. “Look. I can tell this is serious stuff… but since my dad will have you tossed in a prison somewhere if you marry me before I turn 18 anyway, why don’t we get engaged, and spend more time together? That way we can work out all that kind of stuff ahead of time.” [Duel Arena] Jason was being bombarded with attacks, but he didn’t seem to notice. Even as his sides and arms were in bad shape, and he was looking rough from all the attacks, he did not stop. Jason was in a trance. He was focused on nothing but killing Galv. He raised his scythe in the air and jumped up and out of the way of Galv’s attacks, and he started to gather a great deal of his own natural energy into the scythe – the blade grew five times its normal size, and began burning with the same light energy Jason produced. Then he slashed – towards Galv and half of the arena! The blade was huge, and it would do some serious damage if it hit! RUN! [???] A white-haired figure who resembled a relatively young, fit man was sitting at his desk, staring at the decorations on the walls. He had everything from a talking skull to a dragon’s tooth mounted on the walls of his office. He was one of the finest at what he did. A true prodigy in the art of hunting the most dangerous things in existence. His skills were second-to-very-few, though he was not known for having the greatest work ethic in the world. Suddenly, he paused, sitting up. He had that odd feeling on the back of his neck again… |
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| AGodofIrony | Jul 19 2011, 12:36 AM Post #7163 |
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-Outside Kubo- Cess was outside Kubo, juggling while on a unicycle, for two reasons. One, it was a great way to practice balance, and two, he had bet Lavan he could do this for three hours. Also, as a third reason, it's just Cess. -Remote Classroom- “Ahhh...I finally found you, Ras Mah Taz!” A red haired angel floated into the room, then paused, feeling something...wrong, in the air. “...Ras? Are you alright?” she asked, worried, floating closer to the Devilkin... -Le Maison De La Mort- “Right...we do...but I just wanted to be upfront...I didn't want their to be any surprises,” Jimi said, leaning back now. He sighed, still wondering what he was getting into... “Sooo...maybe after this, we can head to the beach? Maybe make out on a blanket in the sand?” he asked. ...Sigh... -Arena- “No! Melanie!” Galv yelled, as Jason fired the blast, worried about the girl more then himself. Water sprung around Galv suddenly, freezing and pulling him away from the blast! Walter forced himself into the arena, now knowing for certain something was wrong, then focused, creating a giant wall of water, attempting to absorb the energy of Jason's attack! In the stands, Thunder turned to Amelie, suddenly picking her up off the seat, hurrying to get her out of the way, just in case... |
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| GoldenSama | Jul 19 2011, 01:11 AM Post #7164 |
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[La Maison De La Mort] Antoinette was still thinking about all the ‘heavy stuff’ Jimi had just told her, about the keyblades and possibly clan-murdering mysteries, and then he went immediately from that to wanting to make out. She laughed out loud. He really did have a one track mind… but that had always been the case. “Luckily for you, I’m not exactly the most upstanding girl in Kubo.” She grinned. “But first, lunch!” [Arena] As the wave of Jason’s attacked crashed into Walter’s wall of water, it looked like it would become a huge problem for the spectators. However, as the energy pushed the water towards the stands, it vanished! Even with Walter and Jason’s combined powers, the seals on the arena were from Shinigami-sama himself. They were designed to protector spectators from the crossfire, so no one in the stands was in real danger… Probably… Jason, however, didn’t care. He was rushing towards Galv, trying to slash him into pieces! |
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| AGodofIrony | Jul 19 2011, 01:18 AM Post #7165 |
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-Le Maison De La Mort- Jimi blushed, rubbing the back of his dead. “Ya-yah...” Jimi nodded, “Of course!” Soon they were handed menus, and Jimi paled, looking at it. “There goes that apartment I wanted,” Jimi said, half joking. -Arena- “Ryuk, I'm taking over for my brother,” Walter said to the vice principal. Galv was too tired to protest, as water began to form around Walter, not bothering to wait to see if Ryuk agreed, creating armor, along with a club of ice. Walter moved forward, defending his brother, bringing his club around to block Jason! |
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| GoldenSama | Jul 19 2011, 01:27 AM Post #7166 |
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[Arena] Even Ryuk, in all his laziness and singular-focus on apples, could see that something was very wrong. “… I’m thinking I should go find Yusuke...” Yeah, he could probably jump in at this moment and stop things, but that would be too much of a hassle for Ryuk, so he fluttered off to find a different teacher. Jason, meanwhile, did not seem to care if it was Galv or Walter he was fighting. At this moment, it could have been Melanie in front of him and he would still be trying to rip her into shreds. His sanity was lost, his mind completely taken over by the black blood in his veins. It would only be temporary… assuming he didn’t die in his crazed state. “DIE!” Jason roared, jumping at Walter and charging his hands with blazing white hot energy as he tried to punch at Walter’s face! [La Maison De La Mort] The waiter arrived to take their orders, but he paused, and sighed as he recognized them as students from Kubo. He HATED students from Kubo. Every job he had always got ruined by Kubo students! It usually ended up painful, too. Antoinette didn’t seem to notice, instead moving closer to Jimi. “Hmm… so you need some help with rent, huh? Lucky for you, I’m rich… and since we’re getting married anyway, who cares if we get an apartment together?” Oh, I’m sure Nikolai would care. |
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| AGodofIrony | Jul 19 2011, 01:59 AM Post #7167 |
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-Le Maison De La Mort- “I...suppose that makes sense...” Jimi said. He did have a job, being a Reaper, and it paid decently, but nowhere near the money Antoinette could get from her rich parents... So at least he wasn't a blind beach bum! Right now he was on vacation leave, but that would be ending soon, which is why he was looking for a place to live, instead of continuing to crash with his parents. “But I'm not looking for any handouts! I do have a steady job, after all,” Jimi said, “And it'll pay enough...” “I hope...” -Arena- Walter let himself smirk, as Jason let loose with hot energy. Normally, one would think this was bad, being punched with heat, but Walter had a trick. He could transfer heat from water source to water source, and as Jason punched at him, Walter moved back, holding up his ice club with one hand to defend himself, focusing on transferring the heat from that to his hand, focusing on a small orb of water. After a moment, Walter threw his hand forward, sending a blast of hot steam shooting at Jason! |
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| GoldenSama | Jul 19 2011, 02:05 AM Post #7168 |
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[La Maison De La Mort] “Oh don’t worry Jimbo, I’m not offering any hand outs. I live a certain level of comfort, and I expect nothing less! If you can’t make that happen, then it’s going to be a problem!” She then paused, and grinned – that insane grin that always popped out when something crazy was pushing its way through her brain. “Oooh, maybe you can go work for daddy! He is President of Angel Land! He could set you up with a real fancy job.” Yes, because moving in with his teenage daughter and getting engaged is the best way to ask for a job. From a guy who can probably legally kill you and get away with it. [Arena] Jason was blasted by a cloud of burning steam! Had this been a steampunk land, he probably could have used his cool standard-issue steampunk goggles to protect him. However, it’s not, and he doesn’t have goggles! So instead Jason was blinded by the steam and thrown back with a burnt face. While he had ignored the lightning earlier, this was… different. Jason had been blind before, and it was only through the black blood that his sight was restored! As his eyes returned to darkness, Jason went berserker! He started throwing energy in every direction, and slashing his scythe wildly! |
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| AGodofIrony | Jul 19 2011, 02:38 AM Post #7169 |
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-Le Maison De La Mort- Jimi was taking a sip of water, when Antoinette suggested him going to work for her dad. He nearly choked on it, coughing and spluttering. “Ummm...Maybe I can just see about getting a promotion at work, instead...” Jimi said, after he could breath. He sighed softly, looking back at the menu. “...Why do you like me, anyways?” Jimi asked, looking back up to Antoinette. -Arena- Walter focused, letting the energy go wild, taking blows as ice shot from the ground around Jason, attempting to trap him in the ice! |
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| HellAvatar | Jul 19 2011, 03:20 AM Post #7170 |
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??? His coat was billowing in the heavy winds, his hair blowing freely in the air, only slightly disturbed from its usual, slicked look, The man watched with cold eyes as the laughing sun settled further on the horizon. Contrary to popular belief, Kubo didn't look the most menacing at night. It was during the evening, when the sun began to settle and Makai was bathed in red, giving Kubo a blood-spattered appearance. He was here to see that sight... And felt a tug yet again. His brother would be here soon. Even Dante would not be able to resist the call that was coming from this place, no matter how less sensitive he really was. Dante was a powerhouse, but a power sensor he was not, and that is where his brother was beat. A least one of the many places. The white-haired man stood, watching Kubo darkly. Something was there... Something... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kubo Hallways Eruka Frog would probably not admit that she was a coward at first. But now, she was wondering if it was such a great idea to hide her cowardice and follow orders of her maniacal owner. The girl had been on edge ever since Medusa's plan started. It didn't help that the damn Gorgon had her life in the palm of her hand, one of the many snakes of magic living within Eruka, festering and tainting her power with Medusa's colors. Eruka knew that she would not live long. But she HAD to persevere, she HAD to hope that someone would kill Medusa. That Shinigami-Sama would notice. But she could only hope. Her orders were clear: Help with the infiltration, cause havoc, help in the awakening ceremony. She shuddered at that... What could possibly need to be awakened with a large syringe of Black Blood? What possible use could Medusa have for this vile liquid? Eruka, in the form of a little frog, hopped down the hallway before turning into her humanoid appearance, disguised as a green student. Now, she waited for the signal... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Remote Classroom Ras almost laughed in relief as another spasm hit him, watching as Lily stepped into the room. "Lily! I don't know how you found me, but I've never been happier to see you. Something's wrong. Something is happening, something REALLY bad, and I can't hold it. My body's not responding right. I can't access my magic, it's like a wall rose between me and my power. And... Something is happening. Someth-ARGH! Dammit..." Another spasm hit him as his eyes shifted in color, and for just a moment, he glared at Lily with the coldest, most murderous eyes the girl had ever seen, her father's included. There was nothing in those eyes but bloodlust and the intent to KILL HER BLOODILY AND MESSILY-... And then it was gone again, Ras wrestling control over... SOMETHING. "We need to find a teacher. Preferably Professor Stein, but anyone else would do. We need to tell them that something is..." |
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