Cecil Amier
Weapon
Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
Posts: 46
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Post by Cecil Amier on May 14, 2014 17:38:35 GMT -5
Standing at the back of a spacious, but unfortunately cluttered, classroom, a lone slender figure tapped his hand against his slacks at a steady beat. He took a deep breath, contracting his diaphragm so as to intake as much air as possible. He'd require precise control for what he was about to attempt, and would accept no margin of error. It took quite a bit cunning to get this room all to himself; the teacher in particular wasn't too keen on leaving him unattended, but with a few well placed lies and half-truths the student was able to convince otherwise.
Yes, Cecil's sensibilities demanded absolute privacy for this activity. Not only that, but plenty of space; his dorm room was simply too small, and the walls too thin. So, even if it meant staying after class to do so, Cecil had been determined to face any obstacle necessary to secure this opportunity. Now that he had succeeded in such, he refused to squander it by faltering at any point in this rehearsal.
"There, out in the darkness," he let out, projecting his soft tenor voice across the room, and opened his eyes to stare outwards, "A fugitive running." He continued, as he brought his right hand up to his chest, fingers splayed. "Fallen from God," he walked down a step. "Fallen from grace," he took another step downward. "God be my witness," he raised his left arm slowly, "I never shall yield." He clenched his left hand into a fist. "Till we come face to face," pause, "Till we come face to face..."
He stepped down a few more steps, more hurried, "He knows his way in the dark, Mine is the way of the Lord!" Cecil brought his arms to rest at his sides, "And those who follow the path of the righteous," he raised his arms up to the sky, "Shall have their reward." He clasped his hands together and brought them down to his chest, "And if they fall, As Lucifer fell..." He looked up to the sky, "The flame... The sword!"
Cecil unclasped his hands, "Stars..." his baby-blue eyes started to water. "In your multitudes, Scarce to be counted," He shook his head, the tears that had swelled, receding, as he took another step forward, currently halfway down. "Filling the darkness, With order and light..." He looked up and to the left, "You are the sentinels," he turned his head to the right, "Silent and sure." He tilted his head down, "Keeping watch in the night," pause, "Keeping watch in the night..."
He sprang his head back up, eyes full of wonder, "You know your place in the sky," he reached his right arm outward. "You hold your course and your aim." He bent his elbow and brought his hand to his face, covering his eyes, "And each in your season, Return and returns, And is always the same..." Cecil brought his hand back down as he walked downwards once again, "And if you fall as Lucifer fell, You fall in flame!"
"And so it has been and so it is written!" He sang out with bravado, "On the doorway to paradise..." He ran his hand through his hair, "That those who falter and those who fall," he flicked his hand out with a flourish, "Must pay the price!"
With a step further, Cecil was down on the floor of the lecture hall, "Lord let me find him," he walked up to behind the podium his teacher had used not too long ago in a lecture, "That I may see him, Safe behind bars." He laid his hand on it, "I will never rest, Till then." He curled his fingers, until his hand was balled up in a relaxed fist, "This I swear," the student looked upwards one last time as he finished the final verse, "This I swear by the stars!"
He inhaled once more, and let out a deep, hearty sigh. "That was... alright. I suppose. Still needs some fine tuning, though." He scratched the back of his head, "well, at least no one was around to hear or see that."
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Post by Stella Riordan on May 14, 2014 18:48:40 GMT -5
Stella had only recently arrived in Shibusen, and was therefore not really adept with navigating the place just yet. Though her sense of direction was in no ways poor, she had managed to get somewhat lost. She had never been in a building quite so large before, after all! Needless to say, it was a tad overwhelming. Not that it particularly mattered. She had plans to wander about the school at some point so she would be a bit better versed in which ways the corridors led. And it wasn't like there was anywhere else she needed to be anyway.
As she passed one of the hallways, she paused. The girl could have sworn she heard someone's voice coming a bit farther down it. Being rather curious, she wandered down the hall until she found the room that was the source of the noise. She stopped to listen for a bit. I would appear someone was singing... something. Quite well, in all honesty. Probably not the best of things to do, but she continued to listen for a bit longer.
Huh. I'm a bit envious. Stella thought to herself. She raised her hand to knock on the door as to meet the person with such a fabulous voice, but quickly retracted it, as it would be rather rude to interrupt him. Well, it was probably rude in general that she was eavesdropping on him, but that was not really of concern to her. Far from it, infact.
After a while of silence, Stella had finally concluded that the boy had finished his rehearsal. She was about to knock until she realized that such an action would not be in character for the personality she had decided to give herself upon enrolling. So, she opened the door, and quietly entered the room.
There was only one character in the room. A boy, obviously, who looked to be around her age, perhaps a tad older. He stood with perfect posture, though not much else about him stood out, perhaps other than his blue scarf which hung around his neck. He most likely didn't notice Stella enter, as he wasn't facing the door, or at least didn't look to be. Plus, she had entered rather quietly. "Ah. My apologies for barging in, but I simply couldn't help myself. That sounded absolutely wonderful!" She said, trying to grasp the boy's attention, while also not intimidating him. She then quickly brushed a hand through her hair and grinned. "A bit rude, so I apologize. May I ask your name?"
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Cecil Amier
Weapon
Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
Posts: 46
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Post by Cecil Amier on May 14, 2014 22:34:45 GMT -5
Cecil tensed his muscles at the unexpected voice addressing him. "Wh-what? No, no, no. Unacceptable! How long was she listening in?" He brought his right right hand up to his neck, and tugged at his scarf, hoping to obscure her view of his neck while his Adam's apple bobbed. He cleared his throat, and turned about left in a florid motion so as to address the intruder, swinging his right arm out in an arc before combing his hand through his hair.
He looked at the girl directly, his eyelids lowered so as to seem that he wasn't caught by surprise. Cecil hadn't anticipated this happening; he thought the hallways clear, and did not account for some directionless plebeian to meander into earshot of his rehearsal. "Hmm? Wonderful, you say? Why, yes I suppose that's an apt way to describe my talent," He said, trying to play it cool. He'd rather prefer to insinuate that she heard nothing, but such a clear lie would most likely not work out. Besides, she did compliment him; so, all he had to do now was treat this situation as if though it was intentional, as if though he was putting on a performance in itself, rather than honing his craft.
Cecil considered the girl before him as he planned what he should say next. "Methinks that there are certainly worst people who could have stumbled in," he surmised, processing what details he could take in of the figure in question. A slender body, which one could extrapolate as either being of a weapon or a meister who is not fond of wielding heavier weapons. Well took care of skin, if the softness and vibrancy of the color to it was anything to go off of. Long, if somewhat unrefined, red hair; though, one might use a more florid term, perhaps likening it to something burnt. And, what drew his attention most, vibrant irises with a green hue to them. "Ah, most fortuitous; after all, if I am to look someone in the eyes, the most oft overlooked courtesy is to make sure that they're pleasant to look at."
Cecil bowed in a polite gesture, "if you wish to know my name, then you may. Cecil Amier, Demon Weapon Extraordinaire." With practiced flair, he concentrated ever so effortlessly to transform his right arm into the blade of his weapon form as he straightened back up. He grinned at the girl, "it is always a pleasure when my performances catch the ears of a passerby; impromptu acts are ever so dull when I have no one to share them with." He stepped forward to the girl, reverting his partial form back to flesh and bone so as to extend a hand in greeting, "though, I do prefer to know the names of those who appreciate my art. Who might you be, milady?"
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Post by Stella Riordan on May 15, 2014 15:31:04 GMT -5
Stella crossed her arms over her chest when the boy responded to her compliment. Not quite what she was expecting, but not something that nagged as a negative choice in words. It appeared the boy was rather prideful. Boastful, even. This was a trait Stella was rather fond of, to the point it was one of her most prominent traits. Of course, she had been expecting surprise of some form or another, and was nonetheless caught somewhat off guard.
As she noted the boy studying her, she looked away slightly. Stella had already established the boy's prominent features, so there would be no point at gazing back at him. She brought her attention back when he spoke up again, noting the bowing gesture, then the transformation of his arm.
Ah! Yes! A weapon! Stella had not run into many a weapon as of yet, surprisingly. The ones she had met consisted of long range weapons that she did not fancy in the slightest, or weapons of the NOT classes, so this was most certainly a nice change of pace. The blade suggested a sword of sorts, but she couldn't be certain. In an attempt to make her obvious interest a bit less obvious, she ran her hand through her hair yet again, before noting the extended hand. Letting out a soft, nervous giggle, she firmly shook it.
"Ah, well, my name is Stella Riordan. One star meister, to get into specifics." The girl finally spoke up. She had finally managed to regain her composure, and grinned as she spoke.
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Cecil Amier
Weapon
Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
Posts: 46
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Post by Cecil Amier on May 15, 2014 19:13:12 GMT -5
Cecil thought it a bit odd that the girl shifted her gaze away when he had looked her over, "oh dear, I wasn't being weird, was I? I do not think that my eyes had lingered anywhere... or at least, I certainly hope not. I would rather not attain a reputation of being a pervert." Stella, however, eventually brought her attention back to focus on him when he extended his hand, and that relieved his thoughts quite a bit, "ah, well, I suppose that was not the case, then. Perhaps she was just being a bit shy; who could rightfully blame her for such? I am quite a sight to behold, after all."
Neither did Stella's giggle escape his notice, and Cecil couldn't help be caught slightly off guard by that. He had initially assumed the girl to be rather forward and unabashed, given how she spoke up previously. Most of the girls Cecil had met in his life, which given his years of home-schooling was not many, were either shrinking violets who couldn't hold up a conversation properly, or loud and proud and generally unimpressed with him. This was a new one, though; why, this was exactly the type of reaction Cecil had been fishing for all throughout his adolescence!
Stella's handshake was firm, a respectable grip that conveyed to the Weapon a sort of confidence; even if it was a confidence that he had initially shaken with what he would call his charm. A more sensible person would probably refer to it as his eccentricities. "A meister? A one-star at that. If she was a two-star or three-star, that would've meant with absolute certainty she had a weapon partner... or at least, I think that's how it works here. I don't imagine it would be easy for a meister to move up the ranks on her own, after all. But, alas, that' a thought for another time. She's one-star, like myself..."
He'd never admit it directly, but Cecil was having trouble finding a suitable meister. He had met a few meisters at this point, but their soul wavelengths were never compatible. He attributed this to the fact that none of them could match up to his standards; he was somewhat right, though only in that his pompous nature repelled the meisters from even wanting to make the effort to align their wavelengths.
He'd also never admit that this girl had piqued his interest. He let the handshake run its course, and loosened his grip so as to bring his hand to his chest, "well, Stella, it is an honor to make your acquaintance." He crossed his arms across his chest, and said with a grin on his face, "I'm sure whoever your weapon is, considers themselves lucky to be your partner." He phrased his comment in such a way for a number of reasons: first and foremost, it was to learn whether or not she actually had a weapon already. He didn't want to ask directly, and he wasn't going to bring up that he had no partner first. Secondly, Stella had made a favorable impression: not too favorable at first, mind, but he found what mannerisms she had shown so far to be endearing. Thus, a compliment from him was well deserved, as Cecil always made it a point to show his appreciation for those he held in good regard. Though, most of the time that meant he simply praised himself.
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Post by Stella Riordan on May 15, 2014 21:25:21 GMT -5
Stella brought her hand up to her head yet again and rubbed the back of it. She had been doing that rather frequently, though she hadn't noticed until now. Great. She probably looked super nervous, hm? Stella looked upward slightly as to avoid eye contact, then realized what a bad idea that was. Oh joy. Why was she acting like this? Annoying.
The girl quickly brought her eye contact back to Cecil to answer his question. "Oh, well, uh, you see, I don't exactly have a weapon yet. No doubt to them feeling overshadowed by my presence, I assure you." She said. Stella had managed to make her voice sound as cool and somewhat sarcastic sounding as it normally did, despite her current annoyance as to how she was behaving. "Though, it's probably mostly because I'm rather new here. Word of my arrival most likely hasn't been spread out too much anyway."
With these words, Stella flipped one of the long locks of her hair slightly, then shook her head causing it to flutter down. It appeared she had finally regained control of how she decided to portray herself in the current situation. Which was good, of course. She didn't want to make an impression on someone of interests portraying herself as the average little girl.
"Ah, so, what about you? You've got a partner, don't you?" She asked Cecil, half expecting the answer to be no. Or rather hoping. It was unlikely she would find another weapon of such splendid traits. Not that it really mattered, though, as most people weren't exactly the biggest fan of her fighting style anyway.
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Cecil Amier
Weapon
Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
Posts: 46
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Post by Cecil Amier on May 16, 2014 17:20:55 GMT -5
Cecil smirked as Stella seemed apparently flustered. Talking with this girl was proving to be quite fun for him. She didn't back down, yet his comments still proved provocative. This intrusion was a most pleasant surprise, as it seemed to be turning out. Too many people here in Shibusen were not any fun; those classmates who sat next to him in class were dreadfully dull. One was determined to be a complete stoic, who Cecil had tried multiple times to get to remove the stick that was firmly clenched in their nether region to absolutely no avail. The other was a complete delinquent, and threatened physical violence simply for the look Cecil had on his face when they met.
Of course, it would've been even worse if it was a staff or faculty member who wandered in. Cecil made a mental note to at some point in the future find a less risky place to practice; he had chosen this classroom without too much forethought, it seemed. Not that Cecil considered this a mistake. After all, this time his ill thought out plan had worked in his favor. Purely by coincidence, but, being the narcissist he is, Cecil would attribute it to the Fates smiling upon him or as a gift of divine providence.
Stella's response was exactly what Cecil had hoped to hear; she had no demon weapon partner. Not only that, but she proved to have some spunk to her. It simply wouldn't do if this prospective meister had no bite of her own. Cecil nodded in understanding at her comment of others feeling 'overshadowed' by her. Sure, for all Cecil knew, it could have been an empty boast. But, that was of no concern to him. For, even if it was, simply stating such was a superior alternative to lacking any bravado at all.
"A partner, me?" He asked, very obviously feigning offense as he pointed a finger to his chest. "Why, it would be a ridiculous notion for one such as I to simply partner up haphazardly." Cecil spun around 180 degrees, and flicked his hair, "Many have tried, of course. But, sadly, this academy doesn't have their standards set high enough to my liking." He set his left hand upon his hip, "simply finding an adequate, let alone exceptional, meister is a chore." He turned his head right so as to look at Stella in a sidelong gaze, "thus, I have left it to the Fates to bring a suitable meister to me." He turned his body back around to face the girl once more, and reached out with his relaxed left hand as if though inviting her to grasp it, "so... if you happen to think yourself exceptional, then care to put that to the test?"
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Post by Stella Riordan on May 16, 2014 18:54:42 GMT -5
Stella was not one who was particularly adept in noting sarcasm and the like. Though one couldn't exactly blame her for this. After all, Stella rarely ever spoke a word to anyone, save her father. A serious man who would never speak in such a sarcastic manner. Though she had picked up on quite a few other ways of portraying one's self, sarcasm had not been one of them. Not in the slightest.
Due to this misinterpretation, Cecil's words could easily be considered insulting. Not terribly insulting, mind, however insulting enough for Stella to raise a brow and cross her arms over her chest yet again. A facial expression Cecil was most likely unable to see due to his back being turned to her. As Cecil continued to speak, Stella began to ignore his words. Such was an ability almost exclusive to the likes of her. For, Stella could almost completely ignore any of her senses. She had polished this ability for some time, as ignoring all of her senses at once enabled her soul perception ability. A loud gong ringing in her ear was easily decimated to a soft tapping, so a voice was simple.
Due to the fact Stella had been ignoring both Cecil's words and other body actions, she was just a tad baffled when he turned back around and extended a hand to her. The girl's expression portrayed a small amount of not particularly noticeable confusion, but it was quickly hidden further when she began to speak. "Ah... Alright!" She said with a cheery, if not nervous, smile.
Stella believed the boy was about to exit the room and be on his way, and was asking for another handshake before he departed. She had absolutely no idea he intended to test her and see if their wavelengths were compatible, not that she really understood much of that anyway. Extending her hand, the girl firmly gripped Cecil's yet again.
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Cecil Amier
Weapon
Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
Posts: 46
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Post by Cecil Amier on May 17, 2014 0:10:31 GMT -5
Cecil grinned widely as Stella grasped his hand. Inhaling a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused his mind. The process of transforming completely was nothing new to Cecil; the boy's first set of lessons following his mother's strict regimen was wholly devoted to the task of controlling which form he was in. Back and forth, back and forth. Hours upon hours of nothing but transformation drills. Cecil had found it tremendously dull, but even he had to admit that the results were fruitful.
The demon weapon had developed a technique of his own to get himself prepared for the process. A steady, but intensely rapid, pulse played through his mind, an internal beat that allowed him to get into the rhythm he found necessary for pulling the transformation off. Within a moment of being grasped by the meister's hand, his body become a nearly intangible mass of energy. He used the girl's grip as an anchor for how to form in a proper manner; the handle formed first, and from there the first blade quickly extended out, followed by the crossguard. The following part was tricky, but was essential: he had to reach out from the base of the first handle, and form the second handle to be gripped by the other hand of the meister. A single beat off tempo, and the forming chain would slack and cause the second blade to fall down before it could be grasped; potentially causing injury, but more likely with an agile meister to simply cause embarrassment. And that would simply be unacceptable.
The energy shot out from the first handle, Cecil recalling the last known position of Stella's other hand with pinpoint accuracy. The energy pressed against the palm of her hand, and then expanded both back down the thin path just traced and outward from Stella's palm simultaneously. The mass of energy that traced backwards condensed and started to fall downward, forming a 6 foot long chain. The final step was mirroring the shape initially formed, an identical sword to the first.
This complex process happened in what was seemingly a flash, but the final result was a butterfly sword held firmly within the hand Stella had first reached forward, and a twin blade that was in contact with her other hand. Hopefully, the girl was aware enough, or simply had the instinctual reflexes, to grasp onto the second handle as she did the first. Whether or not she was able to hold his weapon form aloft was another matter entirely; it would require the two to have compatible soul wavelengths, and the process of meshing the two could prove to have a rough start even if they were ultimately compatible.
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Post by Stella Riordan on May 17, 2014 12:04:38 GMT -5
As Cecil began to transform, Stella gasped slightly. Despite the fact she was infact a meister, and had indeed trained in wielding a variety of close ranged weapons, Stella had never actually wielded a demon weapon before. Her father had told her the difference was not too notable, and therefore she should not be worried. However, she couldn't help but feel some worry rise up in her as a hilt of a wide blade about as long as her forearm was created in her hand.
The first blade was followed by a chain, obviously indicating that Cecil was to be dual wielded. Despite the fact she was not prepared for the transformation at all, her quick reflexes let her grab the second hilt with great ease. The weapon was a bit funnily designed. A guard covered over her fingers, similar to how brass knuckles would, then curved in on itself. That could prove useful in combat, to a point. Stella had never been fond of parrying attacks in such a manner, of course. She used an enemy's blind spot to her advantage and furthermore dodged all other attacks they would make. The chain which held together the two hilts was rather long. Though that permitted less restricted movement, it may get in the way. As to say it could be easily tangled, or caught on something. Though the handle fit oh so nicely in Stella's hands, and the overall design was rather pretty. Not too extravagant like most weapons, but not too simple either.
The colours of the weapon were not exactly something Stella was particularly excited to be looking at. Simply put, they were... garish. The blades weren't a normal metal colour either. They were that of a dark red. Thankfully, the hilt was nice a wooden, which was probably why the weapon was so comfortably held. The crossguards were also a dark iron colour. Also nice. The chain that held the two handles together was black. Wait, no. A really, really dark navy. That was a shame, as black would have looked nicer with the red. But, Stella supposed it made sense given his outfit.
The name of the weapon was something the girl was not sure of. They were far too long to be daggers, and far too short to be the average sword. They looked as though to work as an extension of the forearm, but Stella wasn't too sure.
"Ahh..." Stella mumbled to herself. Though the colouring was something she wasn't particularly fond of, the weapon itself was still rather pretty, as well as comfortable. It could be worse, after all. This was a weapon she could probably do some damage with. Though she had not been expecting the transformation, it was certainly a good call on Cecil's part. "Not too bad at all..."
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Cecil Amier
Weapon
Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
Posts: 46
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Post by Cecil Amier on May 17, 2014 16:34:37 GMT -5
Cecil was delighted to find that Stella was able to hold his weapon form aloft with relative ease. Every other time he attempted this process with a meister, they dropped him down onto the ground, complaining that he was too heavy. These grumblings were gravely offensive to the prideful boy, and he kept more than one miserable meister on his blacklist for it. Thankfully, Cecil doubted he would ever have to see any of those inconsequential students again, at least directly.
The comment this girl had made, though, was enough to irk Cecil somewhat. "Not too bad?!" Their soul wavelengths were ill aligned for a moment, and he weighted down in Stella's hands for a moment. However, seeing as how this was greater progress then he had ever made before with a meister, he quickly regained his composure and re-balanced his soul wavelength to Stella's. "Well, yes, I'm not too bad at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. And the fact you are soul wavelength compatible with me speaks well of your character as well. To what degree you are exceptional, exactly, is yet to be seen, though. Clearly, this requires field-testing."
The butterfly swords dematerialized into a mass of energy, freeing Cecil from Stella's grip. He formed once more into his human figure, kneeling before the girl unintentionally. He straightened himself up to a full and proper posture, and he looked directly at his new partner. With a friendly smile on his face, he said, "in the meantime, we may as well officially register as a team. I have no doubts you'll live up to my expectations." He patted her on the shoulder and walked past her into the hallway, confident she'd catch up.
((OOC: And, with this post, the thread is complete! Bolty agreed to such, so... yay))
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