Supernatural Academy (An Advanced RP) discussion
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((Just a quick thing to say; I'm currently trying to balance my second year of high school, which is the most stressful year. On top of that I have drill team and art classes, cosplay outfits and work, along with various clubs I'm in. I only get on once a day during the weekdays, and when I do, I'm tired and drained, and am not enthusiastic about it. I don't read entire posts, so I'm just apologizing in advance for any mistakes I make. However stupid or silly they are, I'm telling you right now, they aren't done knowingly. I write and read far better on the weekend, so just lower your standards for me right now.))
((Ignore the stupid gun thing then.))
Sebastian just stood there, in the same stance. He waited for whatever move Sabine was going to throw at him. He knew she wasn't experienced, and neither was himself, but at least Sebastian had largely increased endurance. But he supposed her banshee form would provide that. He was going to assume Fredrick wouldn't allow her to transform at the moment.
((Ignore the stupid gun thing then.))
Sebastian just stood there, in the same stance. He waited for whatever move Sabine was going to throw at him. He knew she wasn't experienced, and neither was himself, but at least Sebastian had largely increased endurance. But he supposed her banshee form would provide that. He was going to assume Fredrick wouldn't allow her to transform at the moment.
((Gah. Sorry guys that I've been on and off like a light. Oh, and she's already in her banshee form. But I can sort that out.))When she saw Sebastian ready himself for attack, Sabine felt hurt. One of her friends was willing to attack her, and she felt betrayed. Well, she finally thought. If he’s going to be like that... Staying to Fredrick’s rule, she shifted out of her banshee form and started to move her cane in her fingers as she moved forwards. It was an unthreatening approach – as if she were strolling. Suddenly, the cane’s snake-headed tip struck out and smacked Sebastian right across the face. Guilt washed over her, but Sabine did not show this guilt.
Seb smirked wildly. Although he only felt a mild sting, his flesh did redden a lot, leaving a rose-colored mark, slowly turning purple. He loved being a demon.
Though damage to his vessel could harm him, too. Complete destruction of it would leave him useless, but his soul was really the direct way to harm him.
Though damage to his vessel could harm him, too. Complete destruction of it would leave him useless, but his soul was really the direct way to harm him.
Wow, smirking. In a fight. And not hitting back. There's lots to teach you, Fredrick whispered into the Lesser's head. Sabine, press your advantage, he's not even taken his weapon out. Don't use your cane, cut him up and disable him. Aim for his joints or nerve clusters.Just to give Tara something to do:
Tesir's voice reverbarated in Skyra's mind.
You cannot trust the Nephilim. Get him three-on-one, you can take him.
He rolled his eyes comically, whipping out his new knife. He was skeptical about it, though. Whereas Sebastian could fashion a new body to inhabit with ease, Sabine was very much sliceable. He honestly didn't like fighting someone he would call an acquaintance, but he weaved around her, sneakers skidding in the dirt.
Sebastian, you need to get her off-balance and get to your gun.Sabine, keep Sebastian at a distance and away from the handgun. You have the advantage of range and you also have two weapons. Use your cane to intercept his arm and force him to withdraw with stabs keep up the pressure and pin him againt something.
Since Fredrick is critiqueing, I'd like you guys to include things like footwork, where the tip of their weapon is vs where their hand is, wrist movement, whether they're backing up or advancing.
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Sabine flinched when she saw Sebastian whip out his knife. She had been stabbed before by Fredrick and it was not a nice experience – and now she was determined not to get stabbed again by an absolute douche-bag that was once was her comrade. So, using Fredrick’s advice, the banshee snapped out the cane and smacked the knife right out of his hands. It fell a few feet away, but before he could lurch for it, she blocked his way. With a quick flick, she unsheathed her sword and pointed the thin but sharp end to his throat. Her eyes scanned for the gun, but she couldn’t see it.
She's stepped out of your way, dive for the gun. Speed is your best shot, Fredrick told Seb.To Sab:
Watch his body language. You may have lost track of the handgun, but that's his surest way of winning, so he hasn't unless he continues to be the inept fighter he has been, Fredrick added to himself. Where he lurches, block.
To Sebastian:
I would definitely make a feint toward the knife before going to the handgun, get her off guard. Also, despite popular belief, the movies do NOT teach proper fighting techniques. It had taken a long time to explain that to David, who had kept trying to perform physical impossibilities.
I wouldn't trust me either, drake, Tesir agreed. Trust is stupid and blind. But you can know that I only wanted to get to your race to get him out of the way. Once he's gone, I have no need of you and you can continue your life. I will even open a gateway back to your home world. The first part, of course, was a blatant lie. He will open a gateway to her home world once he figures out where it is, but he won't take her unless he's already enslaved her by then (it would be totally awesome if he temporarily enslaved her before someone *cough* Sebastian *cough* interrupted the runes Tesir was using to enslave her with the power of having a Mohawk).
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Not utter. I will open a gateway to your homeworld. Half-truths, Skyra. They're very powerful. The Serpent tempted one-third of The Sons of The Almighty with half-truths, eventually leading to our pitiable existence, the existence with the knowledge that we had lost everything. Tesir's emotion was barely contained in his words, and for the first time the possibility came up that he was just doing this to find someone to talk to.
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Who just want to do right? Lucifer promised me freedom. He told me of the humans thaf The Almighty had created. Our new brothers. He told me that despite how me and my angelic brothers had served The Almighty for 13.8 billion years, the human, made of dust, would be made lord and master over me and my angels. That much was true. The Almighty would have seen fit to bring in his new children at our expense, let them claim OUR inheritance. That much was true. Then he asked me if I was content to spend an eternity serving dust. He challenged the existance of free will and whether or not our existance had a point, serving either the One who is completely self-sufficient and dust beasts. He convinced me... He told me that my father did not love me. And I had no answer. Then, we are cast down to earth and Lucifer goes mad. We all do, mad with loss. Loss of the perfect lives and perfect father and perfect brothers we once had. Whatever inheritance the humans would have left for us, Lucifer gad talked us out of. And that is when I saw that I had been played for a fool. Lucifer had tricked me and now we were his slaves. I could no longer call him a friend after that, even if I had wanted to. He was insane, and a cruel master. And he was to blame for everything. I would rather serve dirt than him, for he had lowered himself far below the position of the human. I took my first opportunity and faked my death to escape his tyranny. But I will still burn in the Lake, when the trumpet sounds. I need a new world for refuge, a world where I can start over, beholden to none. I need your world. I need to find the New Dimension. And I will, if I have to slaughter q universe. If I have to fight an ARMY of Nephilim, I will come out on top.
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Skyra listened passively till she heard the last part of her world. I have witnessed what you speak yet never heard it from a view such as yours, she admitted. But I must ask, Skyra's voice naturally sounded like a royal request, Why did you target myself when there are many unique creatures to choose from? Many universes and realms to be explored. The way she made it out sounded like it would have been ok if he didn't answer but a sense of disappointment from a royal would probably reside in him if he didn't answer.
Those Dimensions were created from Dark Energy (I finally named it!). Yours is made of a type of magic that no one has encountered before, which is why I can't find it. It's also why I will not be sent to the Lake of Fire. I will be out of sight, out of mind. The young, impressionable Darkness is helping me if I can get him the Nephilim and though I would much rather have Fredrick's help, a son of Belial will be needed to cast the spell to tranmit my own base structure into this New Energy (I've named that, too!).((It's weird, thinking of Fredrick as a helpless baby, isn't it?))
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Skyra mentally shrugged. It wasn't a good enough explanation why he was interested in her race. There were different unexplainable races Skyra knew of... Hell, she even saw their pasts and their advancement in their civilization. Skyra's eyes had been traced to the woods, gears turning in her mind
((Ooh! What gears?And you'll forgive me, Your Majesty, if I can't respond to that?))
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((If we were any more similar, I do think we would have to battle to the deayh.))
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((Especially since I had this Golden Demon before I ven knew about Skyra, the Golden Dragon. Awww, you called me Little Crazy. That is so sweet.
Okay, let's stop filling this topic now, Fredrick's awesome might get diluted.))
Sebastian reluctantly follower Fredrick's order, diving for the weapon. His hands fumbled with it slightly, but he eventually collected a firm grip on it. He aimed it at Sabine, but gave a questioning look to his new mentor. It's not like he could shoot her.
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((Um, you can probably just take the rules from this group and copy/paste it over.))
Fredrick threw a knife into the handgun, knocking the pistol out of Seb's hand again. His throwing knife returned to him, though not before knocking Seb's knife toward him. Fair is fair, and fights are not. "Cut him up," Fredrick told Sabine, this time verbally. Mentally,Aim for his fingers. Take those out of the play and he can't fight back.
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If we waste time with the basics, they will be using basic techniques against fully trained soldiers. I'm teaching them shortcuts, because that is their best bet. If you think you can train them batter, be my guest. He gestured for her to go ahead and teach.
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Sebastian shuffled slightly, not exactly loving these fighting lessons. He was more of an improv guy, however risky it may be. He knew he'd totally forget any fighting moves once he was thrown into the thick of a battle, with the balance of life and death hung over his shoulders.
But if it would get the two "masters" to shut up, he was cool with it.
But if it would get the two "masters" to shut up, he was cool with it.
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His mis-colored eyes rolled in his head before he straightened up, showing that he would take it seriously. He still silently longed to return to his new journal. But, then again, Fredrick would probably turn his insides out if he walked away from the lesson.
((Heeheehee. Heeheehee. Heeheehee. Heeheehee. That would be awesome.))
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Skyra gritted her teeth in a flicker of annoyance. Sebastian, the demon arse who could always get on her nerve. She was sure it was displayed in her eyes as she finished adjusting his stance and checked Sabine's. Skyra spared a glance of, "Just you wait", to Fredrick. Coming back to the front, she stood tall and regal as she went over the mundane procedure. Like crud she would give them her techniques.
"You always need a steady mind, if you are going to get through fast action." To make sure Sebastian was paying attention...
"Like this," she gave an uppercut in his pure stomach below his ribs, but not to hard that it would damage his vessel... permanently. In her leather clothing, she truly looked dangerous.
Sabine let out the breath she was holding once the demon let the barrel of the gun fall. She was eternally grateful for Skyra suddenly stopping the fight – she wasn’t in favour of being shot at by Sebastian. She had enough injuries for one banshee to last her a lifetime. As she shuffled into a ready stance, she heard the sound of a punch. Her head shot up to see Skyra’s fist draw away from Sebastian’s stomach. “OW!” she gasped, her eyes wincing and her hand covering her mouth. That had got to hurt.
Sebastian would admit it- it had hurt. More so than it would in a broken-in vessel, but still. His breathe was knocked out of him as he crouched over slightly, glaring up defiantly at Skyra.
"Bitch," He muttered, standing up straight and wiping his forehead on his sleeve. He kept one hand resting gingerly on his tender tummy, knowing it would leave a horrendous bruise.
"Don't come crying to me next time you want to hug me for warmth. Feel free to freeze yourself." He added, face icy-cold. He truly wasn't in the mood for her stupid hormones. He wanted to leave and go home, where his home was. Hell, probably. He thought with an inward chuckle, though his face portrayed nothing.
"Bitch," He muttered, standing up straight and wiping his forehead on his sleeve. He kept one hand resting gingerly on his tender tummy, knowing it would leave a horrendous bruise.
"Don't come crying to me next time you want to hug me for warmth. Feel free to freeze yourself." He added, face icy-cold. He truly wasn't in the mood for her stupid hormones. He wanted to leave and go home, where his home was. Hell, probably. He thought with an inward chuckle, though his face portrayed nothing.
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Skyra Ryder was finally ready to make progress with these two. She stood in front of Sabine, holding the girl's fist close firmly. "Hit me. As hard as you can into my palm." Stepping back, Skyra took a stance with a palm in front of her, ready to experience a little force.
"Paying attention Sebastian?" Her cold voice directed throughout the air, again with a callous regal quality that would chill humans to the bone. Even supernaturals now that I think about it.
(( Fredrick's was too friendly. ))(( Would you want Fredrick's birthday presents?
Other than the sweet skinning knife, of course. ))
Fredrick lifted an eyebrow that said,
my methods are questionable?
And he left them there while he began to break camp, sending unneeded supplies back into his secret base, dividing up camping equipment to who would carry what, began planning out their route, and other things that the people in the background do while the lead protagonist steals the show.
Sabine was still wincing at Sebastian. Oh, she most defiantly did feel that. She would have asked was he okay, but he was fine with fighting her and she didn't want to get a punch from Skyra for stalling the lesson. So she turned to the dragon, her fists raised. She was Irish - she was a natural born boxer. Or, that's what she hoped, anyway. Whenever she punched someone, she never stopped to ask if it was good. She just ran for her life.As hard as she could - without hurting her - Sabine hit her rolled up fist into Skyra's palm. When the blow was finished, the banshee looked at her exactingly, clearly asking what her punch was like.
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((All my pardons, friends. I've been incredibly busy this week. >_< ))
Sebastian watched, though not closely. His attention was fleeting, and although he did really try, he found himself wandering fairly quickly. He was currently picking at his nails, tending to them in a rather harsh matter. He'd only had his vessel for a day and his once pretty nails had already been bitten to the nub.
Sebastian watched, though not closely. His attention was fleeting, and although he did really try, he found himself wandering fairly quickly. He was currently picking at his nails, tending to them in a rather harsh matter. He'd only had his vessel for a day and his once pretty nails had already been bitten to the nub.
((It’s okay, Tea. I’ve been pretty busy myself. The joys of September... XD Oh, and Tara, that song for Sabine on Skyra’s playlist? Absolutely perfect. It suits their friendship down to a T.))
Sabine gave a curt nod and raised her fists once more, her face stern but her eyes still gleamed with that comical gleam of hers. She held a strong yet comfortable stance; she kept firmly on her toes. She threw another punch at Skyra’s open palm, harder than before. Her eyes glanced up to her friend’s golden ones. She wasn’t sure was she supposed to continuously jab or not.
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Skyra nodded and let her hands down, her stern gaze sliding over to Sebastian. With a roll of those beautiful eyes, she stood in front of him, palms open. "Now you."
Skyra knew that if Sebastian pushed her to her absolute tolerance limit, she would handle him over to Fredrick and only train Sabine. It seemed like her close friend was tsing her more seriously and Skyra hated being ignored in matters like this.
Sebastian mimicked her own eye gesture almost instinctively, making a point to get into the correct stance. His eyes darted down to check his footing, and he rocked back and forth for a moment until he had equal weight distribution. He wrapped his thumb underneath his curled fingers, forming a good fist. He kept them tight, before taking it back fast and throwing the punch at Skyra's fist. His aim was slightly off; instead of hitting the square middle, it was a bit off to the side. The throw landed on the base of her thumb.
He let his hand fall limply by his side and shrugged. "So?" He provided, crossing his arms. "What do I need to work on?"
It was really against his code to be trained by someone else, and he really didn't like that it was Skyra.
He let his hand fall limply by his side and shrugged. "So?" He provided, crossing his arms. "What do I need to work on?"
It was really against his code to be trained by someone else, and he really didn't like that it was Skyra.
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He repeated his steps, trying to focus some genuine frustration into his hit this time. It swung faster, that was for sure. His legs tensed more as well, and his pivoted on the ball of his right foot. It made a loud smack when it came into contact with Skyra's hand.
Sebastian kept his hands in fists even once he had finished the practice stunt, although he let them return to his sides. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for judgement.
Sebastian kept his hands in fists even once he had finished the practice stunt, although he let them return to his sides. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for judgement.
((We're waiting for you, Helen. Or Tea. You guys are supposed to fight each other.))