Supernatural Academy (An Advanced RP) discussion
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((Oh, they're just above the Tunnels now. Skyra and Fredrick met on the surface.))After two hours, Fredrick awoke and gathered firewood and set it up, though leaving it nonflaming. He went out for a ten-mile jog (in full body armor) and was back in an hour and ten minutes, in which time he paced rather restlessly, playing strategies and such over and over again in his mind, practicing swordmanship, throwing his knives and tomahawks into trees, and such, waiting for the rest of them to wake up.
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((Question: I keep hearing about a hunter who stalks Seb but I haven't seen one made and have no idea what y'all are talking about...? And it was mentioned like a month ago but someone brought it up again and I'm still clueless because no character has been made (that I've seen) and anyway I'm just confused.))
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((LET THEM HAVE THE SEBRA MOMENT! That's all I'm going to say.))Sabine was having a truly lovely time chasing that fly... that is until Fredrick interrupted her killing-pounce. She just had the bug where she wanted him to be, but no; Fredrick had to flip her onto her back. Outraged, she growled and snapped at him, furious by his action and by what he was saying. No enemies? He was the enemy – they all were! She was just about to open her mouth and scream, but Fredrick held up a rock and suddenly the whole world went dark.
A few moments later, Sabine opened her eyes halfway. No longer where they black pits, but instead they were her normal, misty grey ones. Her head pounded, and she had no idea where she was. She lifted her head slightly to find herself in a forest, dried blood coating her neck and chest. She looked around her again, just to see a tent stood a few feet away. She heard the rustling of sheets, which told her that people were inside. Was she kidnapped? Where were Skyra and Sebastian? Did Fredrick have them? For the life of her, she couldn’t remember. All she could recall was being in the tunnel, pain racking her body... She looked down at the blood again. “Wha happened?” she mumbled, her words slurred. Her mouth was impossibly dry, and her head felt like it was going to explode. But all the strength left her, and her head dropped to the ground. She was out like a light.
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((Helen XD))
((Okay. Once Tea roleplays my Fredrick post will be in effect. Then Sabine will see him.He'll also see her, of course. He is, after all, Fredrick Black.))
Sebastian let out an annoyed groan as he sensed Skyra shifting, and propped himself on his elbows. "Sky, c'mon..." He complained, eyes squinting into the darkness. Once he perceived her face he bolted upright, two firm hands landing on her arms once more. It was almost a comforting familiar experience.
"Jesus, you look like shit." He said, uniquely-colored eyes scanning her face for any signs of illness.
"Jesus, you look like shit." He said, uniquely-colored eyes scanning her face for any signs of illness.
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He inhaled softly, eyes a slight bit wider than usual in surprise. He hands had moved off her in surprise when she leaned into him, but he lowered them back down after adjusting. This time he wrapped her in his own embrace, feeling horribly awkward, but nice. He rested his chin on her head, wondering what was wrong with her. She was obviously cold, but perhaps her transformation had taken its toll on her.
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Sebastian felt his friend stiffen, and he dropped his arms fairly fast before she could make any aggressive actions. He considered vanishing right then and there to work on his clothes (it had been his escape route) but he was concerned about Sabine, and he still had Skyra to address.
He cleared his throat, waving a hand to gesture to what had happened. "Um, sorry, but you were kind of maybe going into hypothermia or something?" Sebastian was not an expert on hypothermia.
He cleared his throat, waving a hand to gesture to what had happened. "Um, sorry, but you were kind of maybe going into hypothermia or something?" Sebastian was not an expert on hypothermia.
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((Holy smokes y'all Misha made a video of him swimming and jfc he was shirtless and omfg just thought you'd need to know this very important piece of information))
"Holy shit, I didn't have sex with you!" He stammered, scrambling backwards a bit.
"Dude, you came towards me, no pulling this Wolverine crap on me!" His words tumbled over his tongue. He was panicking. Although he could simply vanish in mere moments, he assumed he was afraid of Skyra hating him, or her finding a way to pin him down and skin his face.
"Holy shit, I didn't have sex with you!" He stammered, scrambling backwards a bit.
"Dude, you came towards me, no pulling this Wolverine crap on me!" His words tumbled over his tongue. He was panicking. Although he could simply vanish in mere moments, he assumed he was afraid of Skyra hating him, or her finding a way to pin him down and skin his face.
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Her mouth opened then closed, understanding finally appearing in her eyes. Should she apologize to him? Skyra contemplated the question.
There was something else though. Now that she was aware and focused, it didn't help her thought process to see Sebastian's new host. Or body? Since it wasn't an original person. The figure was lean, yet muscled arms were highlighted by the robe. His hair was awkwardly short and ragged, hiding his outlines cheek bones. And then there were those eyes, staring at her, unreadable.
((Thanks for that tad bit of info XD))
He swallowed loudly, watching her runes out of the corner of his eyes. She wasn't speaking, so he wouldn't either.
He cleared his throat once more, standing up. "I'm gonna go check on Sabine..." He declared, giving her a quick nod before unzipping the tent flap.
He cleared his throat once more, standing up. "I'm gonna go check on Sabine..." He declared, giving her a quick nod before unzipping the tent flap.
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Above post and also;Fredrick restlessly cast about for a distraction and his ears picked up the trampling hooves of a deer. He went out with his bow and shot it before carrying it back to camp and skinning it with the skinning knife his father had given him for his third birthday, cutting the meat of the deer into chunks and beginning to make pemmican-like food with it (pemmican was much more permanent than meat, though supposed to be made out of bison). He lit the fireplace by flinging his harsh, unwelcoming flame into it and began roasting the deer pemmican.
He hoped no one was vegetarian. That would become annoying.
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Lets all say kick ass Skyra was here to stay. She briskly walked to where Sabine laid. Cradling the girl's head. She fixed the girls hair, stroking her temple. "Wake up Sabine," her voice was determined yet soft to her friend.
Upon feeling someone lifting her head, Sabine’s eyes snapped open and she blurted out in impossible speed, “The chickens wanted to eat me!” She soon realized what she said, and shook her head, as if to fully wake herself out of her dream. She looked up to see Skyra, trying to fix her mad mass of white curls. She quickly propped herself onto her shoulders. “What in the world?” was all she said. It was obvious how confused she was.
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"I think it was a very effective way to calm the banshee's madness," Fredrick said impartially as he did whatever you do with pemmican. "And judging from the sounds from the tent, I'm not the one you're mad at, just the closest person. She'll be fine, the bruise will be gone in about a week." He finished the first of the pemmican and offered it to Skyra and Sabine.
Sabine’s eyes were wide at the sight of Fredrick. There was some part of her that hoped he had gotten sick of them and left, or else Skyra burnt him to a crisp, but obviously not. Shrugging it off, she got to her feet, brushing the dirt off her beloved (and stolen) trench coat, noticing a shocking amount of black hair fall to the ground. She also noticed more dried blood on her coat – and she was sure it wasn’t her own. Not saying anything about it, she shook her head at Fredrick’s offering. “I’m fine.” Her eyes bounced around, taking in her surroundings like a sponge. “So, where did the much loved Sebastian go too?”
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Having not any clue what was happening but just roling with things, Sabine gave the I'm watching you (but I don't know why) look and followed Skyra. Every muscle burned as she crawled into the tent - which was surprisingly very lavished. "I'm guessing you and Sebastian fought," she said, her voice monotone.
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Sabine noticed Skyra’s little blush – although the banshee normally noticed a lot of things. And, also a normal occurrence, she would ask possibly a million questions to find out what had happened. But this time she allowed it to slide. She shrugged at her friends comment. “Hey,” she said, keeping her tone light. “At least I got a great sleep out of it.”
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Once Skyra’s hand touched her forehead, Sabine felt a slight ping inside of her. Warmth finally settled in her veins, and she felt ten times better than she did before. She looked down to find the crusting scratches along her chest gone, only the dry blood remained. Her thoughts drifted back to the black hairs on her coat. What did happen? Now that she was fully awake, more vivid images of forgotten memories flooded returned to her – someone burning, riding a dragon, a snarling wolf…She sat crossed legged on the ground, drawing circles absentmindedly on the ground using her index fingers.
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Sabine gave a small smile. It did seem Skyra had returned to normal. The banshee was slowly but surly returning to normal, too. All she needed was time. "Rough?" she suddenly said, then threw her head back and gave out one hearty laugh. "Haha! No day is rough for the great Sabine Southwind!"
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((Sorry, I'm being bombarded with notifications. XD ))Sabine's smile grew wider, and then silence settled between the two. She once read that silence in a friendship was important, that if people don't understand your silence possibly wouldn't understand your words, and it seemed to be one of those times. The banshee had no idea how to understand silences, so she just went along with it.
Her eyes suddenly flickered to Skyra's neck. Her pendant wasn't there. Strange, she thought. She had never seen the dragon without it. Since the day they met, Skyra had always worn that necklace.
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Sebastian had been gone quite awhile. He'd purchased new clothes, all in his style, and had manages to use some of his weak demon magic to grow out a few more inches of hair. It was slightly grabbable, but no one would be able to get a good hold on it. He had spiked it up into one of those mini-mowhawks. He'd been digging those lately. He rarely bothered to put up an illusion for his eyes, often receiving odd looks from passerby's.
He returned in a flurry of smoke, in his own tent. Normally he would add on additions to his journal when he had nothing to do, but he currently didn't know the whereabouts of it. It had gone to Skyra, to Fredrick, to probably a bunch of other people. It was no longer his own private work. He would have to make a new one.
He returned in a flurry of smoke, in his own tent. Normally he would add on additions to his journal when he had nothing to do, but he currently didn't know the whereabouts of it. It had gone to Skyra, to Fredrick, to probably a bunch of other people. It was no longer his own private work. He would have to make a new one.
"No necklace," was all Sabine said, her brow pulled into a frown. Suddenly, she let out a long sigh as she collapsed onto her back, her crossed legs still crossed. It looked as though she was statue that fell over. She just felt sick of sitting - lying was much better. "I need to get myself a weapon," she announced. "The only thing I have is a tiny knife that is about as helpful as a chocolate kettle."
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Skyra couldn't act this way if she had to work with Sebastian, then again, she wasn't always a team player back at home when the Plats came around. The Plats were the another powerful dragon family, Platinum dragons, though their powers weren't as strong. It was their brilliant minds and strategy. Their knowledge. She pushed her past out of her mind, it didn't matter.
Listening to Sabine, her hand absently went to the hollow of her throat. "I know," in the two words were longing for her familiar control.
Sabine felt a little guilty for pointing out the obvious, especially since it upset Skyra so, so she sat on her bum again. Her head turned to see the shadow a muscular figure threw the thin material of the tent. Her eyes went wide. "Oh my God," she breathed, then suddenly crawled out of the tent. If there was a hot guy around here, she was sure too meet him.
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Sabine burst threw the tent's entrance, to see a strange - but hot - guy. She gave off a sly smile, happy with what she saw. She also fluttered her eylashes flirtatiously. He was muscular, he was slick, he was unbelievable attractive, he was...Oh god he was Sebastian.
Never had a smile vanish so fast as Sabine's did. "Ew," she said, recoiling in disgust. "Ew ew ew ew ew ew." With each word, she shook her head.
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((Sorry, short post from notifications))
((I have to wait for Tea's reply with this one. XD ))
"Oh, get over yourselves." Sebastian huffed, examining his fingernails with a rather large amount of interest.
"You two aren't the hottest things on Earth either." He added, conjuring up a new journal for himself. It was empty and clean, and it seemed foreign to him. He liked his old one, with it's battered edges and intricate drawings. But whatever. He'd get over it.
He adjusted his sitting position to Indian-style, feeling rather comfy. At the moment he was wearing worn-down jeans he stole, a dusty blue t-shirt, and a red hoodie. His bare feet were exposed to the elements, but he had a rather large suitcase filled with other forms of attire he had also stolen.
"You two aren't the hottest things on Earth either." He added, conjuring up a new journal for himself. It was empty and clean, and it seemed foreign to him. He liked his old one, with it's battered edges and intricate drawings. But whatever. He'd get over it.
He adjusted his sitting position to Indian-style, feeling rather comfy. At the moment he was wearing worn-down jeans he stole, a dusty blue t-shirt, and a red hoodie. His bare feet were exposed to the elements, but he had a rather large suitcase filled with other forms of attire he had also stolen.
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Sebastian simply frowned in response to Skyra.
"Y'know, your mood swings aren't as charming as you think they are." He said, eyes dropping back down to his journal, a pen in hand as he began to scribble.
"Y'know, your mood swings aren't as charming as you think they are." He said, eyes dropping back down to his journal, a pen in hand as he began to scribble.
Sabine sat on the ground, her face in her hands. She felt absolutely disgusting (and trying to forget Sebastian's comment about their looks). If hunters suddenly burst into camp, she'd gladly be slain. In fact, they could just give her a sword and she'd do the job herself.
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Then her gaze slid to poor Sabine, who was ashamed. "I thought the same thing too," she whispered into her ears, trying to cheer her up. Well, she kind of did, except it was more... serious.
((I'm doing this for you Helen, here I go.))
Immediately, she shivered intensely, the energy not keeping up with her body's bead for heat. She was a dragon after all, they thrived upon it. Her face displayed winces one after another, but the blanket would never warm her. Rustling in the sheets were enough to wake Sebastian from his daze.