Supernatural Academy (An Advanced RP) discussion
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Drakonnan strode into the library, his hounds, unfortunately, absent. He had just been practicing, but even if he hadn't, any celestial being would recognize both his elemental and death magic. He was proud to be a necromancer, as he had known nothing else, and refused to act ashamed about it. He looked around, and started scanning for a book on fire magic, hoping to gain better control of his.
Eileen had sat back and watched the exchange between angel and supernatural with mixed results. Half of her didn't know whether to lift her lips up into a smirk or whether to turn them into a frown. However, at Fiona's comment, she knew exactly what it was. Her mouth shifted down into a furious scowl. "What did you just say?" She growled, daring the girl to repeat herself. Eileen's eyes were narrowed on her, completely oblivious to the people in the library. She didn't notice the dullahan at the nearby table, or Iris over with the other boy, or even the guy who had just entered the premises. No, Eileen was much more concerned with just who it was Fiona thought herself. What a little ditsy broad she was.
Drakonnan looked over at the commotion and sighed. He shook his head and continued to search for it. He saw a spine that had magic runes for fire on it... over by them. His quiet, peaceful day ruined... the tall, pale, and silver-haired teen strode over, attempting to pass them without getting involved, hopefully his intense magic didn't ruin that aim.
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Izrael rolled his eyes and shot an apologetic look on the angel Fiona was referring to. He couldn't even handle her, let alone two raging females. He knows just how pissed She was with supernaturals and the celestial race. And he is clearly aware that She is being held by those supernatural as a hostage so he couldn't take her. It is his duty to free the Georges from the bondage of he'll but She couldn't do that with out Fiona being his vassal."I know you hate me. But the only stress signal I felt here was coming from you. I am busy as you may know my business of taking those lost souls to their paths to heaven. I came because I felt how troubled you were." He said as if coaxing her to trust him. He took her hand on his and lead her to the angel who She was referring to earlier as his girlfriend.
Fiona detest Izrael in all his kindness. He always treats her like a girl he found crying under a tree. And every time he talks to her like a father She always felt that he is the kindest being she'd ever known. She fell silent with his speech, and to be honest he is the good in the girl.
"Now apologize to this angel for you've offended her." He said gesturing to eileen. Fiona 's eyes were wide at first but She lowered her head as She mumbled something. "What? I can't hear you baby." He said now grinning at the angel.
Fiona shot her head up and looked at Eileen straight in the eyes saying, "I'm sorry."
Drakonnan sighed in relief, hoping the conflict was over. He retrieved the... tome, and opened it, immediately taking a blast of fire to the face, which he absorbed, slightly surprised but not hurt. He began to flip through it, using the wind to turn pages in the place of his hands, so he could use them for drawing runes that he saw.
Eileen stood by, watching the events between the two. What each of them were to one another was unsure to her. Was she his future vessel or some other form of servant or just a piece of property he'd claimed? Fiona had shown Eileen her past, but it still was confusing to the angel. She didn't understand how an angel could have any feelings for a supernatural. They were a nuisance, wiping out the humans she was sworn to protect. However, Eileen knew it wasn't impossible for an angel to fall for one. There was the case of her partner after all. Just the idea of that made Eileen sick. But even though she felt this way, her lips lifted into a gloating smirk at hearing the girl's apology. One thing Eileen loved to be was right. "You better be." She said to her sorry. Suddenly, something caught her eye and she turned her head to see the necromancer... blow up or whatever the hell it was he'd done. Eileen simply glared at him before her eyes resorted back to the pair of beings at hand. Stupid supernaturals. They were all imbeciles.
Drakonnan sighed. "I really hate cursed tomes. Why do they even let them in the library?" he asked, pushing back the fire with little effort. "What would mother say, her magic being used in such a way. Poor Hecate," he muttered, turning towards the counter, beyond the angel. "Hello," he said to the previously squabbling people.
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When he finally reached the end of The Hound of the Baskervilles, Henry let out a sigh even though he didn’t have lungs. He set the book on top of the dictionary beside him, thinking to himself about how he will never look at a man with the hobby of catching butterflies the same way ever again. While he was reading the last few pages, he didn’t bother looking up at the people around him. He decided that it wasn’t worth his while to fret over other people’s problems while his own was a mess. He got to his feet and started to stretch, trying to loosen his body. You’d be surprised how stiff you would be after a whole day of not moving very much. While his bones clicked and creaked, he allowed his gaze to sweep over the library once more. A few new people had arrived but none took notice of the pumpkin-headed boy. Just how he liked it.
After all his bones had felt more relaxed he decided he should continue his attempt to read by choosing a new book. He went to the nearest shelf and scanned the spines, trying to find something that seemed interesting.
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Sharp eyes shifting, Eileen laid her gaze upon the boy who had approached them. Her face gave away nothing but impassiveness, but she was truly annoyed. "Who are you supposed to be?" Her voice was sharp and cunning. It was her tone that gave away just how angry she was on the inside. Judging by her appearance, one wouldn't think her angry or judgmental as she truly was. On the outside, Eileen appeared to be an innocent sixteen year old girl. However, she was really a some hundred and fifty two year old angel with a vengeance for those that had wronged her.
The angel's eyes soon flashed over to the movement of a figure around a nearby bookshelf. Her eyes narrowed at the... creature, trying to understand what exactly it was. She had no recollection of the name of the species, but she remembered facing off against one long ago. It had been more than one hundred years ago, long before she'd even met Remus or heard of the academy, but Eileen remembered the event like it was yesterday. Smashed the head just like that, she had. A cruel bit of a smile formed on her lips as she thought of this, her eyes shifting back to the people at hand. They were still imbeciles.
"Someone who does not take kindly to being spoken to like a parasite, celestial," the necromancer replied, continuing to read. He smiled, even though he'd said that. "However, I am a very forgiving person, and no longer am offended. My name is Drakonnan. I am a elemental mage, as well as one of the most powerful living necromancers today. I know this fact will possibly disgust you, however, I am nothing if not honest," he added, raising his gaze to the angel.
((Sorry. Just got 'round to this. Everyone's commenting at once. Ahhhh....))Quite frankly, Eileen didn't give two heavenly shits who this guy thought he was. The moment the word 'necromancer' passed his lips, Eileen knew she didn't care. No, he wasn't some amazing supernatural that she should pause her day for. He was just a no-good, lying, stealing, cheating, murderous bastard just like all the other filth that roamed these halls. They disgusted her, really. How dare they think they could even stand taller than her. How dare they even believe they could do anything but worship the ground she walked on. The nerve of these people - no, animals was unbelievable. It was enough for her to huff in disgust. "As well as being painfully honest, you are also the most self-centered, big mouthed piece of work I've seen all day." Eileen gave a signatory sweet smile. "Now kindly leave before I set you on holy fire, parasite."
"Ooh, fire. Will you please? I'd like to taste it," Drakonnan said, still keeping his calm, kind composure. He knew angels were disgusted with him, particularly because he sometimes "borrowed" souls from them. "And besides, I'm not self-centered in the least. If I was, I wouldn't be attempting to gain control of my fire to keep my friends safe," he said, tilting his head to the side. "A parasite harms his counterpart. I seek only to aid mine, my celestial acquaintance."
In truth, Eileen had thought that would have shut him up. She'd thrown harsh insults out there and, though she was sure this one was stubborn, she hadn't actually anticipated a reply. Now that she'd gotten one, she turned her body to face him, her eyes narrowed. "Listen closely." She began, using her most daunting voice imaginable. "I am not your acquaintance. I am not anything more to you than a holy godsend who will make your life a waking nightmare if you do not shut your mouth. The only friends you have and will ever have are the dead. You know why? Because you're so low that no one will ever care for you other than those who have already died and have no will to live. I'm sure all these supernaturals around here think you're just the bees knees, but I don't care. I don't. So you can just take your undead arse and hightail it back to hell where you belong."
"All of my friends are dead, celestial, you are right. But your words are hollow. A shell surrounding something much deeper," Drakonnan said, still kind, but simply stating a fact. "You cannot threaten me like that. You cannot make my life any worse then it is, and I am already looked at with distaste. I do not require friendship because I am nothing more than a tool searching for a purpose. Therefore, I have no life to make a hell of, living or no. A tool is not alive, after all," he said, repeating his mother's words that were hammered into his subconscious over and over again. "So, where do I belong? Where does a tool go when it has no purpose?" he asked, closing his eyes with a happy smile. He was only ever taught to be either kind or angered, and he was hardly ever angry, so he said this with a calm, unnerving sense of knowing, even though it was a lie. He knew nothing else than that lie.
At his words, Eileen actually found herself giving a small smile to break her impassive visage. Oh, what naive disposition this conjurer sought in the form of threats. Definite imbecile this one was. "Can't I?" Eileen asked to her threats, "I believe I can in fact threaten you like that." Her hand went up and brushed back a stray piece of soft brown hair, grey eyes never wandering in their icy glare. "Oh, no. You aren't a tool. You're a pawn: a pawn in the game of angels and demons and that is all you'll ever be. You are not as useful as a tool for that is too high a compliment for your kind." She let her hand fall so that it was just resting against her thigh, not moving in the slightest. She didn't tap her leg, didn't fiddle with her skirt. No, she stood still as a statue, her only movement the flow of her lips as she spoke in her sweet tone of falsity. "And where you go in this chess game isn't up. It's down - down to the depths of the world you call home. And when you get there, you'll wish you'd never been born. Your life will truly be a living hell. Say hello to the devil for me, Drakonnan. Let him know how right I was when you kneel before his damned throne."
"I'll be sure to do so. However, if I wasn't useful, then how come I've been personally trained by a god? Not your god, perhaps, but a god nonetheless. If you believe your words to be wounding me, my dear angel, then you are sorely mistaken," Drakonnan replied, his smile widening. The blank look in his eyes alone should be enough to let her know her words would have no affect. He was already broken. Stomping on the shattered pieces of glass was pointless. He kept his kindness shining, his emotions correctly. "So, as a pawn, I can make kings and break kings. And it all depends on who my mother tells me to support. So, shall it be your king?" he asked.
"If the god was not my own, the king won't be either." Eileen spoke with a tone as though she were speaking to a puny insect, and rightfully so in her mind. To her, Drakonnan was no more than what he had claimed himself not to be: a parasite. He was no more than a fault in a pattern, a mix in a match, a blood red stain in the middle of freshly fallen snow. To her, he was nothing more than a mistake. She didn't care if he felt low as dirt; she'd already known this to be true. For in her angelic mind of woven arrogance and self-praise, he was already the dirt she walked on. Perhaps this could be undone in time - the fault corrected, the mix matched, and the blood removed - but for now it was all a matter of how Eileen wanted the issue to be handle. At the moment, she didn't want it to be fixed. Eileen had no quarrel with the way she lived her life, swatting down supernaturals as if they were no more than a fly buzzing in her ear. The boy she'd met, Sampson - how ironic a biblical name - had already attempted to fix this in her. However, by the state she resided in now, it was painstakingly clear no damage - or fixing, in fact, had been done. Eileen was as cold and clear hearted as she'd been before. "I am never mistaken. You see, I have no need for my words to harm you. They're not there to serve as a weapon; they're there as a reminder. It's a reminder that you can never and will never stand on the same ground as I. You don't feel low as dirt; you are dirt - the dirt I walk on." Her grey eyes stared straight through him, giving off the impression that she knew her superiority. She knew she was stronger and wouldn't hesitate to acknowledge this.
"Then at least I am dirt with a purpose, for what dirt can say that an angel has walked on it?" Drakonnan asked, his smiling widening as if she had said he was the most important person ever. Someone who had a heart for anything would most likely be concerned at someone who had been blatantly emotionally abused to insanity, but even if they weren't, he wouldn't care at all, because he saw no difference between kindness and insult. He severely doubted that the angel was stronger than him. Holy magic and might only went so far, but even with her power, Drakonnan had been designed to kill anything then bring it back to life. He may be blood splatter, but he was PERFECT blood splatter, and that blood could be used. It was its purpose.((What's weird is I sense a weird matching here, like they fit. I also sense that Drakonnan winning, or at least outlasting her through this verbal bout is the key to my victory.))
((Well, one thing's for certain. This won't be easy. But it will be fun!))
Henry had absentmindedly neared a particular two in his search for a novel. At first he wasn’t interested by their words, so he tried to block them out from his hearing. But he was the type to always listen to everything, and this time was no exception... and they were quite loud, so it was difficult to drown them out. So, while he searched, he kept an ear open. As he listened, and learned that the girl was an angel and the boy a necromancer, he felt himself more and more drawn to their conversation – well, ‘a conversation’ wasn’t how you would describe it as. It was more a battle of words to see whose tongue was sharper, and nothing more. He was amazed about how different this angel was to Orianna. He could never imagine his friend ever speaking to someone like this. But one thought trailed in his mind every time the angel opened her mouth; why does she think she’s better then supernaturals? To him, there was no real difference, and yet this girl was convinced that they were. Not only that, but she thought she was better.
He looked back at the necromancer, a little nervously. Being an undead creature himself, Henry had always been wary of his kind and tried not to cross paths with them in the fear they would try and control him. This time, however, he gave him a small nod of his pumpkin head to the necromancer, praising words. As fast as lightning he reached out, grabbed a randomly chosen book, and walked back to his place in the library.
((Yeah, they kind of do fit in a way :) This'll be interesting. But there is no way I'm going light on you XD Let the battle of words commence!))With eyes still narrowed at the supernatural, Eileen felt her anger rising. Who did this creature think it was? How could it stand up to her and think itself strong? What a foolish thing it was. "You'll find that many a supernatural have praised the ground I walk on." Her eyes switched over to Fiona and the angel accompanying her. "If they do not, their paths are much more clouded than need be. Yours, in fact, is darkening at the very moment. I suggest you drop your foolish arrogance and walk by before I smite you where you stand." She watched him carefully though her mind was set to work on the chances he had without departure. His life surely would be anything but paradise if he did not step out of her proximity. "Do not test me, mongrel."
"Oh dear. I think that may be my new favorite word. Smite," Drakonnan said, finding it interesting. "Arrogance? I'm merely attempting to make conversation with you. You say incorrect facts and I correct them. What is arrogant about that? I'm not sure, but I do not think that is grounds for altercation. If you insist on me leaving, I'm afraid I cannot, as I have a request of me to uphold, and it, unfortunately, prevents me from accepting your request." His "odds" were not in her favor, that he was sure of. He had much more than necromancy at his fingertips.
"Then you are a smart alack." Eileen retorted, finding him anything but amusing. She did not care for his trite ways or his obvious sense of self-pride, nor did she favor his disposition in the manner of his denied arrogance. Eileen was not one to take to those who lied to her - knowing or unknowing. "You have a request?" She asked, voice dull as though she hadn't the time for such mundane conversation. Whatever his duties here were, she was sure they could not involve her, thus making her presence in this locale unnecessary. Eileen was beginning to wonder why she'd thought she'd need to come here for solitary in the first place. It obviously seemed not the place to come. "Is this request so important that you wish to risk your life?"
"As I have said, I am a tool, and therefore I have no life. I exist only to serve my creator, therefore, her requests are my only purpose. You, currently, are inhibiting one such request, so I kindly request that you move, and perhaps we can continue this conversation later," Drakonnan replied, still looking like he'd made a new friend. He had his magic to hone, and then he had to join the angel army. It was his mission at the moment.
"And you're correct in that assumption. You do not have a life." Eileen found herself rolling her eyes. It was said to be a human gesture - just like one crossing his or her arms over their chest - but Eileen found it came to her naturally. Perhaps that revealed the slight ounce of humanity that resided in her being, but Eileen liked to believe it was just an acquired habit. "Whatever request you speak of, I have no knowledge of." Her head shook, long brown hair bouncing slightly, "So I'm afraid I shant be moving any time soon." Her voice was sharp, revealing nothing but pure stubbornness. She meant her words.
"My dear celestial acquaintance, I'm afraid I must insist," Drakonnan said, sighing. He needed to obey, and he had dallied enough. "If you do not, I'm afraid I may have to move you, and that would be terribly rude of me. Please, step aside," he added, happy voice faltering slightly. His mother would not be forgiving of him if he wasn't prompt.
"And I'm afraid I must reject." Eileen resisted, not allowing herself to be moved despite his pleas. Her eyes narrowed as her hands went to her hips, standing in such a way that she hoped he'd be incapable of moving her even if he tried. It was, however, painstakingly obvious that he could move her if he really wanted. Eileen wasn't exactly what one would call immovable. She was small and slight with the figure of an underdeveloped sixteen year old girl. He really had nothing to fear in her stature. "No."
Drakonnan sighed, placed his hands over hers, and lifted, placing her to the side. Then he walked forward. "I really hate it when people don't listen when I ask nicely," he muttered, shaking his head. He was tall, developed, and seventeen. He had no problem moving her small figure.
The moment he laid his hands on her, Eileen's grey eyes went wide. "How dare you! You... you... you bastard!" Her eyes threatening to burn a hole in his exterior. She didn't care if he was tall or developed or seventeen. She was seven hundred and fifty two; she didn't give a damn whether he thought he was some muscular bigshot. Needless to say, Eileen was fuming with anger. "Nicely?" Her voice ran over the word, using it as though it were some kind of insult. "You said it nicely? No, you didn't. Nicely would have been moving out of my way, you little scumbag!" Though she said this, Drakonnan had quite the height advantage on her. It was weird, in a way, how powerful she found herself to be when she had such a disadvantage over him.
Drakonnan kept walking, ignoring her. He walked up to the checkout desk, handing the clerk the tome. He had no time for bratty angels. Right now, knowledge was his priority. She could wait. He would soon become angry if impeded, and so he simply removed the obstacle. So, he said nothing and took the tome, turning to exit. He needed the wide open area to practice. Fire could not be enclosed.
Drax wrote: "((Who?))"((I was RPing with someone named Bryen but he never replied :/))
Henry looked up from his book just to see the necromancer try to exit from the library, leaving a furious-looking angel behind him. The dullahan highly doubt that he would leave that easily. The angel seemed to be a stubborn one. His eyes slid to her. Once again, he marvelled at how different she was from Orianna. Were all angels like this? Did they all think they were a higher and superior to the supernaturals? Obviously, he didn’t know the answers to his own questions. He shuffled awkwardly in his seat, a horrible thought suddenly crashing into him. How was he going to kill angels while knowing his friend was one? He violently shook his head, pushing the thought out of his mind. He can’t think of this right now – he din’t have the strength for it. He wished that he would wake up to a world where there was no war balancing on their heads, and where he was able to be friends with whoever he wanted. But that wasn’t going to happen.
((Oh! Sorry. I'll just edit that a little.))
Narrowing her eyes as the necromancer made his retreat, Eileen called out, furious with both their actions. "You think yourself tough then run? You haven't the guts to stand up to me and you know it." Her words were laced with anguish, on the verge of corruption. For an angel, Eileen certainly wasn't what one would assume of her. On first meets, most presumed she would be the sweet, stereotypical angels that were read in stories. What foolish imbeciles they were to ever underestimate her in such a manner. She'd had enough of cliche to last her a lifetime.
Drakonnan sighed. "I do not have time for you at the moment, my friend," he said, turning around. "If you wish to converse more, find me later. At the moment, you are not important," he added honestly, nodding. He had duties, after all.
In that moment, Eileen was... well, she was pissed. Not important? Really? She could have sworn that she was important, very much so, in fact. After all, who in this world was important if not her? Surely there was no one more crucial to the success of the angels in this war against foul beasts such as this. With a small, pained smile, Eileen walked up to Drakonnan, her heels clicking on the floor. She wore them both for height advantage and style, something she'd grown to appreciate over the years. "Not important?" She whispered, her blood pumping with anger. How dare he... This was the snapping point for her. In the blink of an eye, Eileen's had rose and snapped across his face, planting a slap right then and there. The burn of her hand across his cheek was enough to make her flinch, but she didn't let it show. This boy was getting his just desserts and she didn't care how brutal it was.
Drakonnan immediately defended himself, using wind magic to hurl her back. He stood there, appalled. "I'm sorry, my friend, but if you continue, I'm afraid I will have to incapacitate you," he said, watching her back crack against a bookshelf. He wasn't normally violent, but he had no choice.
Being thrown back, Eileen heard the snap of her back against the bookshelf. She prayed to her superiors that wasn't what she thought it was; that wasn't her back breaking. If it was, Eileen didn't know how she was going to handle it. Though one may think she would have no problems with the wasting of her vessel, Eileen did. This girl that she inhibited meant near everything to her and she wasn't keen on her usefulness going down the drain. Strengthening herself and hoping for the best, Eileen glared daggers at Drakonnan, her angelic blade already slipping into her fingers. "I told you not to test me." Her tone was deep, filled with warning. "It is for your own good that you stand still while I..." She was prepared to use 'smite' before she reconsidered, "kill you. It will be much less painful."
Drakonnan looked at her blankly and let his power be seen. He summoned a concentrated ball of electricity in his palm and sighed. "My friend, I'm afraid we'll have to continue this chat when you find a new vessel, if you keep this up." He had no fear of her, and of death, either. However, if his mother found out he had failed... His shivered at the thought. The wind curled around him, his uniform billowing slightly.
"You're fleeing again, mongrel?" Eileen taunted, her eyes sharp as steel. What a coward this one was, his stances not tight, his flaws too obvious. She believed she could see right through him. However, it appeared that he felt the same. "Fine. Just depart. I do not care. Be the coward you were born to be; make your parents proud." She shook her head at this, thinking the idea of actually being raised absurd beyond all belief. Her eyes were fixed on the ball of energy he had found, slightly fearful of the damage he could do. Eileen was petrified that serious damage may be caused to her body. If that occurred, she didn't believe she could forgive herself.
At this, Drakonnan's anger flared. "Did you just insult my mother? Are you claiming to be her better? Are you insulting a goddess? I will DESTROY YOU!" he roared the last words, the lightning quickly mixing with fire. He rushed, blurring slightly. No one insulted his mother and got away with it. He had been brought up to uphold her honor.
Eileen couldn't help but smile at his anger. It was rare for her to produce such a gesture, but her joy at the sight of him angered was enough to ignite a grin. Seeing him blurring, Eileen felt accomplishment flare up inside her. Foolish boy; he should know he couldn't take her. Eileen wouldn't allow it. It was for this reason that she threw out yet another remark, just for the heck of it. "I'm not claiming. I know it. There is a difference, pet." She paused for a beat, "Or maybe I should save slave. What you you think, momma's boy?"
"I'm not your pet, so don't coo at me like I'm a freaking poodle!" She spat glaring daggers at the angel. "Why are you even here? You heard the distress call of your girlfriend?" She said shooting Eileen a look. "Leave me alone Izrael!"