Supernatural Academy (An Advanced RP) discussion
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Aug 11, 2013 07:40AM
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((I can see that.))Sabine flailed in the air, having no idea what her friend was thinking. She gave out a startled “EEEeeep!” before falling back down again on Skyra’s leathery wings. Soon she found herself clinging onto the dragon’s back, her blood now flowing onto her golden scales. Her cheek rested on the warm scales, her body still shaking with pain.
((That is a GREAT moment for her to give in to the homicidal rage of the wolf and force Sebastian to fight on a dragon's back while Fredrick follows them on his Hoverglider.))Fredrick looked up at Skyra. Then his gaze caught Darkness.
He slashed through the demon's neck and burned the residue off of Blacksblade's blade before he sheathed it, rolled up the left sleeve of his hunting jacket to reveal the armor underneath, and twisted along the wrist of the black armor, activating the Hoverglider that he hadn't named. It lifted itself into the air from inside his little base and flew at him at ankle length above the ground. He jumped at the perfect time, landed with his feet in position, and the board automatically strapped him in as it flew at the Drake, nineteen werewolves howling behind him, Darkness completely surrounded and helpless.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!
((Hm. I have no idea what to say...))
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((True. We'll wait then. *jumps up and down* But I can't wait to do this thing! :D ))
((By the way, I'm leaving today (Wednesday) for a wedding, so I won't be back until Sunday. So I won't be around for four days.))
((Well, while we're waiting,Plan:
After Fredrick inevitably grounds Skyra and she has to revert to her human form and they team up to join Tesir, they adopt a system. She asks him a question, he has to answer honestly. He asks her a question, she has to answer honestly. And ETERNITY!))
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((Just to let y'all know; I'm back. :) ))
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((Yeah, I am too. I hope Tea will be back soon.))
((That wasn't posted. Why would she just decide to crash?))
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((Heheheheh.... I mean.... Why would you think that?))
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((Well, because I and Fredrick plan to use her as bait. That doesn't work if she's dead. If she dies, Tesir will go after her mother, so Fredrick can't kill her until after he learns where her mother is, so that he can keep her away from Tesir, too. Problem is that Tesir can read minds a lot better than he can. Oh, he knows Skyra can find him if he worms around in her mind. That's why he's in Sabine.))
((Okay, I'm alive.))
Sebastian kept a poker face once he was flung into the air. He was used to these kind of things happening. He almost seemed to yawn a bit.
But once he caught a glimpse of Skyra's true form, his mouth hung open.
"Dude.... that's AWESOME." He stated simply, raising his hands in the air as he enjoyed the breezy flight. I mean, it's not like he had anything to worry about, right?
Sebastian kept a poker face once he was flung into the air. He was used to these kind of things happening. He almost seemed to yawn a bit.
But once he caught a glimpse of Skyra's true form, his mouth hung open.
"Dude.... that's AWESOME." He stated simply, raising his hands in the air as he enjoyed the breezy flight. I mean, it's not like he had anything to worry about, right?
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Five flaming knives flew out of his jacket and spun around until they'd aimed themselves at Skyra's wings, when they shot like bullets at them. He also shot lightning bolt after lightning bolt all around her, managing to block off most of her dodging areas to the left.You'll notice that Fredrick channels his power through his weapons, usually. That is because, despite the fact that he has not yet figured out how much power he has, he does have a limited maximum output due to the half-humanness of himself. Channeling his power through items helps to accomplish the same goal with less power.
"Holy...." Sebastian spoke softly, raising a hand instinctively. He hadn't ever been great on telekinesis; he was still extremely young for a demon. Most demons took fifty years to move a single object. But his mind raced and screamed for those knives to stop. He willed it with all his might, squeezing his eyes shut. The knives landed short, but it was a close call. The fire singed Sebastian's hair, and in turn caught his jacket on fire. He fumbled with it a bit, patting it with his hand furiously to put it out.
((Helen, murderous rampage. Why are you not rampaging murderously?))Fredrick saw the hellfire had reached Sebastian's jacket.
He could use that.
He willed the fire to expand, erupting across Seb's clothes, scalding his form and burning the flesh until it was all but useless to the Possessor. Fredrick would have liked to have willed the fire to expand and force Skyra to land, but focusing on that could prove a fatal mistake while chasing a dragon. Besides, if it got out of hand it might kill her, and he had no way of keeping Tesir away from her mother.
((I wrote a very, very long rampaging-comment, then for reasons beyond my knowledge Word went crazy and deleted everything I wrote. I sort of got pissed off and refused to re-write it again, today. But give me a moment and I shall have your rampage.))
"Aw, shit." It was a very unpleasant sight to watch a human body be enveloped in flames. He silently was thankful his host was already deceased, or else that would have hurt. Thankfully it had little effect on Sebastian himself. His skin bubbled and blistered, but he felt a very small piece of it. There wasn't anything nearby Sebastian was willing to possess. His host opened his mouth wide, and a large thundering cloud of smoke (also known as Sebastian) was expelled from it. Right now Sebastian himself was stumped as to what to do; it's not like he had any vessels just lying around. And he didn't have much power in his current form.
Well shoot. He was screwed.
Um, yo, Sabine, right now would be a good time for y'all to help get us out of this predicament. He echoed his thoughts into her mind, sounding frantic. His voice was slightly distorted, being his own and not a human's.
Well shoot. He was screwed.
Um, yo, Sabine, right now would be a good time for y'all to help get us out of this predicament. He echoed his thoughts into her mind, sounding frantic. His voice was slightly distorted, being his own and not a human's.
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The banshee clung to the dragons neck, feeling slightly sick. It was like being on a very, very, bumpy rollercoaster. And Sebastian being in flames didn’t help matters. But slowly, she unwrapped her arms from Skyra’s golden neck. Something racked through her body; Rage. Whatever this creature was, she was no longer Sabine. Sabine, the quirky and happy banshee, was locked somewhere deep in her mind, unable to escape her prison as something more wild and dangerous took hold.
She turned her head, her fully black eyes burning into Sebastian (which was now smoke). “Get. Out. Of. My. HEAD.” Her voice was anything but itself – it was dark, and grotesque, with an almost echo to it. As if two people were talking at the same time.
Suddenly, with lightning speed, she got to her feet and raced down the dragons scaly back, only to stop and her hide. Opening her mouth, she let out a scream. Although, it was a proper, banshee scream – a scream that made everyone cringe with pain, and made the cave’s ceiling shake. Large and loose rocks tumbled from the ceiling, plummeting down towards Fredrick’s head.
((I was under the impression that they'd left the caves and were just outside them and it would be too much of a pain to move this.))Fredrick's armor locked on to the assailing rocks and fired off missiles at them, because it was designed by Belial and can do stuff like that.
Well, this thing does have some missiles left. That's good news, Fredrick thought. His armor had seen a lot of use, as evidenced by the gray interior being shown from the burned/scraped/vaporized away black exterior. He flew towards the golden dragon and managed to get just above her tail.
The next sequence of commands would be complex, and he sheathed Blacksblade to input the code into his armor. Meanwhile, he had the aforementioned three knives sprout flames again and fly around the banshee's eyes, using the animalistic fear of fire to keep her at bay.
((The knives weren't going after her, they were flying around her eyes. On fire. Completely. On. Fire. You can't throw them back.))
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((I'm a bit stuck at the moment, so be prepared for a very choppy post.))
Sebastian was shocked at Sabine's reaction, to say the least. His little cloud of smoke avoided her instantly, weaving out of her range. The most he could do was shoot small purple lightning bolts at Fredrick, but in comparison to his two friends, it was nothing.
Sebastian was shocked at Sabine's reaction, to say the least. His little cloud of smoke avoided her instantly, weaving out of her range. The most he could do was shoot small purple lightning bolts at Fredrick, but in comparison to his two friends, it was nothing.
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Sabine hissed at the knives around her face, trying to dodge the flames from touching her. She tired to swat them away, but that only resulted on getting her palms burnt. She moved her head frantically, trying to lose them, but they followed her every move. She bared her sharp teeth, a growl echoing from deep within her chest. When Skyra pulled a sharp turn, the banshee lost her balance and fell onto the dragon's back once more. The knives still dangled in front of her.
((Hey, guess what.FREDRICK DIDN'T SUDDENLY TURN INTO SOMEONE WHO CAN'T DODGE GIANT APPENDAGES. And then you're going to mention how I did the same thing with Skyra when Fredrick attacked her. Well, Skyra is Skyra, Fredrick is Fredrick, and he can indefinitely keep a fight going against an invulnerable creature that only has to hit him once to win. It happened. Twice.))
Fredrick spun effortlessly past the waving tail and grabbed hold of it, using the momentum to prepel himself above the Drake's neck. That was when he grabbed hold of Sebastian and trapped him in a field of green energy shaped like the containers RedBox discs come in and stuffed it into his jacket, cutting off his momentum, immediately allowing himself to be outdistanced by Skyra, with an angry werewolf on her back.
He had a hostage now, and what he'd seen recently had convinced him that the Possessor would be at least as good of a hostage as the Banshee.
At least he had some clear use.
The werewolf snarled, preparing to launch at Skyra from her back. The banshee growled, too, preparing to launch at the wolf. Before it could take a step forwards, Sabine tackled it. They both skirted near the edge of the dragons body, locked in a furious battle of claws and teeth. The knives that were floating above her head suddenly got confused by her quick movement, and found themselves zooming towards her. Finally gaining control, the banshee twisted away from the wolf’s body, and the knives plunged in its body then in hers. It gave painful growls and howls before stumbled to its feet again. Weakened by the blow, the best charged towards her. But she moved quickly to the side, and punched the beast while in mid-jump. It crumpled to the ground, its muzzle bloodied and broken. Sabine towered over the miserable werewolf for a moment, her black eyes shining and her lips twisted into a cruel smile. She kneeled down, and put a arm around its neck, pulling it into a head-lock. She bent her head so her mouth hovered over its ear. With her free hand, she cover her mouth, as if she was about to whisper a secret into the wolf’s ear. But instead she let out a horrible scream. The werewolf’s body jerked and thrashed for a few moments then lay still as her scream ended. Sabine dropped the limp and lifeless body down, blood drooling from the creature’s ears. She stood and kicked it off the dragon, and it fell uselessly to the ground below. Her vision flickered upwards, and saw Sebastian trapped with Fredrick. She roared at them, furious. Her patients with this guy was wearing thin. She turned to roar at Skyra, readying herself to pounce and destroy.
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((That was awesome, but... Sabine turned into a wolf.))
((I know y'all want me to post, but my hands are truly tied here. It's pretty difficult to roleplay a character that has no physical visage and can't exactly interact very much, along with the fact that he's captured now.))
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((I know I can do that, but like, what exactly is he going to say? Just, "oh shit I've been captured shoot". I don't exactly have much to work with in this situation. I mean, if you really want to I can make a post of him complaining to them. Sebastian doesn't exactly express many emotions, and when he does it's under huge duress.
Can't we just post something to get this chase scene thing over with?))
Can't we just post something to get this chase scene thing over with?))
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((Both of who?And of course he can.))
Fredrick opened up the Earth to head up to the surface, his hostage with him.
I am going to kill Sebastian if you do not come to the surface in five minutes in human form. Bring the banshee or leave her, I don't care, he projected to her. Mental contact with people wasn't his specialty, but he'd read his father's notes.
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((Responding to what? The last post was very directed at Skyra.))
((Sorry myself - I've been quite busy. I sort of thought that Skyra should be the one to continue on, since the spotlight is on her at the moment.))
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She tried to shift but to no prevail. Her necklace had always been the key to her control and her dark eyes shined a flash of panic.
((To no avail.))Fredrick saw that she was in dragon mode and lifted Seb's soul in his left hand, a ball of hellfire in the other.
Come any closer as a dragon, and I fry him, he sent.
Fredrick, another master of the ancient art of 'getting in the way,' had emphasized with Seb all of the times he'd grabbed his soul, seeing his innermost needs and wants.
Not so much that he wouldn't kill him if Skyra got too close, but you take what you can get.
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Slowly, she started the agony of folding her wings so tight against herself, Skyra would've thought they would cut through. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the royal shimmered a radiant gold. What was once scales had turned into runes on her naked body. Yet, her features couldn't be seen right then, the transformation still taking place. Skyra's breathing grew more labored and her silent scream had remained as such. She wouldn't give Fredrick any satisfaction that he was forcing her to go through the pain.
The wind slapped against her bare skin but she managed to summon the first material to cover her body that came to mind. Skyra had been thinking about home somewhere in her mind for gold slip rested against her skin, matched with Egyptian styled sandals. Her black hair, dark as night fanned around her head as she lay on her side, feeling the ground somewhat through her slip. Her body glowed a dark tan and it was still clear she was breathing shaky. Still, her eyes never left Fredrick's. Her lids begged to close, to give in to release but she couldn't, for Sabine would be alone then.
Skyra kept repeating a question in her mind though as she laid there, so drained that she couldn't move. "Where did my pendent go?"
