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Post by Dion Key on May 16, 2014 20:00:38 GMT -5
Clearly Dion was not feeling good considering he was awake before noon of his own volition. The light of the laughing sun shone through his bedroom window as Dion prepared to be productive for the day. Of course he needed a pair of Tripp pants on or he wouldn’t be Dion Key but instead of a normal t-shirt he opted for a black tank top instead. Throwing on a hoodie over the top he searched his room for anything else he might need but nothing stood out. With the swelling of his eye down it wouldn’t look like he had just been in a fight as badly.
With the fight with Misaki still fresh in his memory the last thing Dion wanted was to have another confrontation like that. Instead of leaving his room and heading out that way he just opened the window and scaled his way down the side of the building. Dropping to the street Dion gave a look up to his open window before looking away and heading for the forest. Today he was going to train and get stronger, even if only a little bit. Any progress was better than stagnating and remaining pathetically weak in his own mind.
He could go to the gym for training but he risked encountering more people there and having a repeat of his encounter with Akuma. No, people was something he needed to keep in moderation for a while. Along with the whole avoiding people thing he wanted to practice using his partial form as well as general training and in his current state he might end up damaging the equipment, not that he particularly cared but it wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. So forest was the place to go, he could beat up his mortal enemy the trees guilt free.
It didn’t take too much time for him to walk through Death City considering he knew plenty of short cuts around by now. Slipping through alleys every so often and avoiding the main centers of people Dion passed through the city without running into any issue. The idea of climbing some walls and parkouring crossed his mind but it probably wouldn’t help his mood and getting some training in was more important. Reaching the forest he headed inside looking for a decent clearing to practice in, after a few minutes he found one that resembled where he had developed his resonance.
Walking through the ankle high grass Dion headed over to a low branch and slung his hoodie over it. Now that his hoodie was taken care of he moved over to another tree and stared it down. The tree wasn’t his problem but the bird wasn’t there and that was just another issue he had. Clenching his right hand into a fist he activated his partial form and punched the tree as hard as he could. Knuckles bloody he deactivated his partial and attacked the tree with simple punches and kicks. His form was pretty good but he could always get better.
He should be focused on his full weapon form and working with Misaki but he didn’t even want to think about that at the moment. If he got separated from Misaki or she needed help he was going to be ready to protect his meister. On their next mission he wasn’t going to let whatever kishin egg they happened to be fighting leave a scratch on his meister. His mind went over this while his body continued attacking the tree repeatedly. It was practically memorized at this point and his body numbly responded by going through the motions.
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Dante Giovanni
Weapon
Demon Rapier
Among thorns grow roses.
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Post by Dante Giovanni on May 16, 2014 20:20:36 GMT -5
Well, this was familiar. The sun was peculiarly joyous today considering it had shone right into Dante’s eyes through the window that morning but hey, that was his own fault for shoving his bed right up beneath it. It was a pain considering he’s squinted and rolled rather clumsily right into the wall, but he’d meant to rise earlier than usual anyway. He wanted to get out of the house before his sisters woke up, and with his parents already having left for work, it wouldn’t be too hard. After a quick shower and throwing on clothes, Dante tiptoed down the stairs and straight out the door. Thinking back on his previous failure trying to practice in a more natural setting, Dante was drawn back to the forest. Was this probably a stupid idea? Yes. Was that going to stop him? Absolutely not. It was less out of determination and more out of blind hope that things would go better this time. Practice made perfect, after all, and he wasn’t about to let a bunch of branches and leaves trip him up forever. Jogging his way through the city and cutting through a few alleys, he arrived in no time flat after he made it out of the suburbs. The first task was finding a good leg-up, just like last time. Thin trees wouldn’t hold him, thin branches bench, and brittle ones broke. The blonde was also definitely watch for moss. He didn’t fancy slipping again, and he definitely didn’t want to end up stuck. Once was embarrassing, twice would be utterly humiliating in a way that Dante really didn’t want to deal with. Spying a tree with a fairly large trunk and sturdy looking branches, and grin plastered his face. Time to begin. As always, the blonde got a running start as he deviated from the pathway of the main trail. Leaping a few feet from his target, he latched onto the branch with both hands and pulled himself up. Taking a crouching positive, he was more careful about his choice of destination this time. Only thick branches, no moss allowed. No fallen leaves either as those would be slippery too in all likelihood granted less common given the current season. Golden eyes zoning in on a branch not too far from his current perch, Dante walked carefully but quickly along the length of the one he was currently positioned on and leapt. This time he landed it, sticking to the bark like glue and only wobbling slightly. Highly encouraging and making his expression brighten just a tad. Seeking out similar landings, he continued on at a fairly steady pace. It was all going well, right up until the precise moment it wasn’t. Dante paused for a moment to give his legs a rest. Given his lack of activity in the recent weeks, his knees were beginning to protest. Wow, you really let yourself go after that break up, eh? No matter. It was nothing that further physical activity couldn’t fix, and that would likely increase anyway given how close he and Tori were to One star status. An odd noise caught his ear and the blonde happened to look down and catch the sight of familiar green hair. It took him a moment to recognize the young man, but as soon as he did he landed another punch to the tree Dante has unwittingly landed himself in. And that was when he heard the cracking noise beneath his feet. Having only a brief second to look down, the branch dropped out from underneath him and the blonde let out a rather embarrassing yelp of surprise as he flailed backwards and down to the ground. Oh for Christs’s sake, really?Dante landed on his feet and promptly rolled onto his back with a dull thud, groaning from the impact and wincing a bit. Well if his ankle had been healing in any way, it sure wasn’t now. The sting from last time was back, though it was still only mild. At least he hadn’t hurt himself again quite as badly. Rolling his upper body up slowly and sitting in a cross-legged position, his eyes found the One star that he remembered attacking the madness bird of absolute suck that had shown up a few weeks back. Blinking, Dante gave a casual wave and tried not to look as embarrassed as he was, passing off a half grin intended to be friendly. “Um…hey there. Glad to see you back on your feet.”
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Irene Dixon
Weapon
Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 16, 2014 21:13:15 GMT -5
The morning. A bitterness filled her mouth when she opened her eyes. She was alive. Alive to see this day, probably alive to see more. Did she want to be? Who knew. She didn’t want to feel like she did. Her mind felt like it was going to tear itself apart, more so than before. How had it gotten to this place? Certainly it wasn’t just that Nolan boy. It would be foolish to think that this was all his fault. Somehow… she had built up this pressure, and now it was all crumbling down. Like a dam breaking. But she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t know how to stop it. She wanted to live, but not like this. Not feeling broken. Groaning as she slowly rolled herself up into a sort of sitting position on the bed, her eyes traveled to her right hand. That wall… So far, she hadn’t gotten into any trouble for that. Not yet anyway. He probably wasn’t sure what to do, that blonde… A deep, frustrated exhalation, then Irene was up. She needed to do something today something to sidetrack her from all of this… feeling. It was just so much at one time. Like she was trying to turn everything against her today, she showered in the hottest water possible, her skin felt like it was burning. Lightly tinted red flesh was soon dressed in tight jeans, despite the hot day. Long boots on her feet, black in color with a few decorative buckles here and there. She reached for a long sleeved shirt, then hesitated. Shifting in thought, she grabbed two tank tops, one black and one white, then layered them with the white on the bottom. Placing her leather strips on her left bicep, she was out the door. Her walk through Death City was purposeful, slow, and… maybe a little more intimidating than normal. Unlike how she usually was, the young woman was tense. Her jaw tight, lips in a thin line, hands shoved in her pockets, eyes full of anger. She looked as pissed as she felt. Some avoided her side of the street when they saw her, others were oblivious. And… as it rarely goes, Irene didn’t pay attention. She was too involved with her own mind. She didn’t want to care, not one bit, about what anyone else was doing. Eventually she would get herself to the forest. That’s where she wanted to be. It was still early in the day, most people shouldn’t be up and out at this time to train. And if they would be, they’d go to Shibusen, not the forest. AND even if they did go to the forest, there was more space there. All in all, it was less likely she would run into anyone. Not impossible, but less likely. She wanted to train, but she was afraid of how she might react. Not wanting to be seen like this… so raw and uncontrolled. What if she lashed out again? A deep inhalation with a ragged exhale, like she was ready to punch her fist through a doorframe again. Irene yearned to get to the forest. She would destroy a few trees there… make clearing a few out easier for someone. In time, she got there. Her walk still slow like she had all the time in the world. For once, she wasn’t mad about being slow. On the path for a short while, she moved farther and farther into the trees. She could hear the pumping of her heart, focusing on it to deafen out all other noise. Finally, she stopped. Her only aim was to take out fury and hopefully be somewhat helpful to herself physically in the process. It was a haphazard way of doing things. Utilizing her partial form, it started on her right hand, she punched at an angle towards a tree, then switched hands and continued the movement. An exercise similar to her usual partial controlling one. But more… anger filled, precise in target, and destructive. Throwing everything she could into every punch, she didn’t focus on speed, she focused on power. Her partial form held the blade rather than the dull strip of metal, the bit of the partial sinking into the tree with each punch. And eat time, she aimed to stay in the same straight line. The bark scraped against her bare skin as the blade began to sink deeper. Splintering wood flying from time to time. Irene still appeared tense and angry, maybe also attributing to her slow movements. The woman didn’t hesitate the whole time, hitting and hitting and hitting the tree. The movements became no different, just a seemingly endless cycle of sinking her partial form into the trunk of a tree. It took a long time. A large chunk had been taken from the tree, cutting well into it. Releasing her partial form back into her inner self, she braced herself. Shoving both her hands against the upper part of the tree, she shoved. Not much happened. She shoved again, grunting a bit with the effort. Adrenaline pumping through her, she heard a light crack. A faint smirk on the tense face, she shoved again. There was more cracking to follow. She continued to push against the tree, just wanting it to fall. Wanting it to fall against the ground. As she heard the sickening cracking continue, small splinters of wood entered the air and fell towards the ground. The remainder of the trunk that had been connected was slowly separating. Then it was falling. Not needing her help any longer, she backed up a bit. That’s when she realized how much the adrenaline had been doing. She was breathing hard. Covered in sweat. Tears had mixed with the sweat on her face. Her hands were bloodied, scrapes not only along her knuckles but climbing to a bit past her wrists, her arms ached, her legs were stiff from shifting body weight back and forth with all her tension still in tact. She felt like a mess. With a smile, she rolled her shoulders back and watched as the tree finally hit the ground with a loud crack and thud. She wanted to try again. Reason did not remain in her mind that another undertaking of such a large task probably wouldn’t succeed. In fact, she should probably get her hands cleaned up. But she didn’t care. She didn’t want to care. It was distracting. Looking for another tree to meet the ground, Irene kept herself off the main path. Her movements were slow, back to the pace when she had been walking in town. Wiping a hand against her forehead, she succeeded in getting hair out of her eyes, but also got a mix of dirt, sweat, and blood across her skin. Then something else caught her senses. First was movement. Next was a crack and a thud. Walking a bit farther, Irene didn’t stop her movement. There were people. So fucking what? Her expression was settling back into what it had been before. Tense, angry eyes… but two things had changed. One, she kept her hands out of her pockets. They were beginning to sting and the pockets would get bloodied. Second, she wore a smile. It was almost… creepy. That anger mixed with a smirk, despite the fact that the female barely ever smiled so openly. Approaching, she found she recognized both boys. The one was Dion. The only reason she knew his name so well is because he was both in her class and was a Demon Spear. Similar weapons she held close to her heart. Well.. usually. The other was Dante, Dante Giovanni. For the moment, his class slipped her mind. A flash of concern whipped through her mind for a fleeting moment, but it didn’t alter her appearance or movements in the least. In fact, Irene was in the process of moving right past them when she heard Dante’s last words. ‘Glad he was back on his feet?’ For some reason, Irene was curious. But at the same time, she didn’t want to care. The distraction was so soothing that she didn’t want the two to ruin it. However, she couldn’t help herself. With her barriers breaking, a sarcastic comment wasn’t held back. ”Someone else needs to learn to stay on his feet.”Her words were said clearly. She was close enough that talking at a normal level would almost certainly mean they would hear her. Her movements forward only hesitated slightly as she took a look to Dante. Lifting her chin slightly, the smirk still held on her lips, the anger dissipated for a moment. Not a taunting look, but almost like she was mocking him. Then her eyes turned to the other weapon. She gave a bit of a nod towards the other one star. ”Dion.”Her greeting to him. Simple. Now that that was done, she wanted another tree on the ground.
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Post by Dion Key on May 19, 2014 22:22:20 GMT -5
Caught in the motion of the punches Dion’s mind began to wander away from the task at hand. What caused the bird looking creature to even attack the school in the first place? Not that knowing would make him feel better but maybe if it was interesting he could imagine he was a part of some underlying plot. Instead he felt like just some fodder character and that him attacking the bird really was just his own stupidity. At least if his attack was a small piece of something bigger he wouldn’t feel like such an idiot for doing it.
His day-dreaming came to an end when he heard a sharp cracking noise above him. Looking toward the sound he was met with the scene of a branch falling off the tree followed by some blond kid falling after it. It was almost impressive that they landed on their feet before safely rolling to the ground. Had they not been in Death City the chances of that working out for them would have been much lower. It looked like the landing hurt a bit but otherwise the person was fine. Snapped from his trance Dion turned away from the tree to see who this new person was.
With his focus broken he winced as a stringing feeling crept up his arms. Glancing down he noticed the blood and the freshly made cuts that covered his knuckles. He needed to pay better attention next time so his knuckles didn’t get as messed up so quickly next time. Not too concerned about himself otherwise he shrugged of any other feeling and shifted his focus to the blond reminder that gravity did in fact still work. The kid did sit up so he didn’t look like he was too terribly hurt so that was a plus, didn’t need any unintended casualties before 2 pm.
Now that the person was stationary he did seem somewhat familiar to Dion. Thinking back a bit the answer came to him. So this was the NOT kid that had been around the bird thing, at least it didn’t seem like he had suffered too much from the incident. Hearing what he said only confirmed it as he must of known how he ended up after running at the bird creature. As unfortunate as it was that he had to be seen after that it could have been worse.
”Yeah, definitely good being back.”
Dion hadn’t really expected to see the kid again considering the difference in rank between them. So far he hadn’t been far off considering this was the first time he noticed him since the accident. He didn’t think the next time he saw the kid it would be in the forest at an odd hour of the morning. At least it was just one of the people and not the entire group that witnessed his lapse of sanity. That was in part what the training was for, so that he wouldn’t have a situation like that again.
Shortly after Dante had landed a voice let him know that somebody else had decided to show up. Her voice was directed toward the blond kid so he didn’t pay much attention to it aside from the general nature of the remark. As she came into view Dion did recognize her at least in the most general sense. She was one of the other One-star weapons that he had class with sometimes but his knowledge of the girl ended shortly after that. If he remembered correctly he might be able to think up a name that matched the face.
”Irene right?”
That sounded like the right name but he wasn’t completely sure. Now that all these people were here Dion couldn’t exactly ignore them and go back to attacking the tree, most people didn’t know of how dangerous they could be. Shaking his hands Dion shook the blood off his knuckles so he wasn’t just talking to people while blood dripped off him. The anger caused by the madness had lessened but still lingered in the back of his mind. Ignoring it Dion tried to remain how he would be if the madness hadn’t been a constant threat to him.
”I didn’t know everyone was going to show up to where I was trying to train, if I had I would have brought snacks.”
Walking over to a tree he leaned on it and looked at the two new faces that had joined him. He didn’t really know either of them but he had been a bit preoccupied lately. Working on getting to two-star had been the main thing on his mind up until the bird appeared and gave him more pressing things to think about. Ignoring the urge to cross his arms and risk getting blood on his clothes Dion rest them at the ide and looked between the two.
”So, did I miss a memo or is this just the cool place in the forest?”
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Dante Giovanni
Weapon
Demon Rapier
Among thorns grow roses.
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Post by Dante Giovanni on May 20, 2014 14:52:24 GMT -5
Dante may have thought of a follow-up to the other’s answer, but his thought process was interrupted by a familiar voice. Turning his head, gold eyes landed on Irene and to be honest, he was a bit surprised. Hearing her words and noting the smirk, Dante took on a bashful expression that would appear familiar to her, though perhaps not as severe as the last time they met. Closing one eye and attempting a lighthearted laugh, he rubbed the back of his neck. “You have me there. I definitely need to work on the whole not falling thing, still,” he admitted.
Apparently the other two new each other, or maybe not. Irene appeared frank as Dante knew her to be, but Dion as he now knew him as didn’t seem sure of her name. Maybe it was more of a class thing, in which case that at least told him Dion was a One star. Granted…there was also the chance that word had gotten around about him attacking whatever that bird had been. He’d heard whispers but the blonde had also purposefully tuned them out in an attempt to make himself feel better. Just thinking about it had made him twitchy for the first week. Thankfully he was past that now.
Dante noted as he glanced over at Dion that his knuckles appeared to be…dripping? Seeing the red, the blonde was immediately concerned, more so in realizing that Irene’s were in a similar state. What in the world? Before he could mention it, the other spoke again. He’d have liked to say that the remark didn’t bring a bit of a grin to his face, but then he would be lying. Half-grin creeping into place even has he attempted to hide it, he remembered that he’d actually fallen and realized he really needed to get on that. Tilting his neck side to side and rolling his shoulders, nothing popper or ached. His back didn’t hurt either, so the blonde sat up into a better sitting position and crossed his legs as Dion spoke again.
Dante shrugged, half grin still in place and appearing awfully leisurely for someone who’d just fallen out of a tree. “I was here a day or two ago getting in some practice. That…didn’t go too well, so I figured why not try again, but the trees here just really seem to dislike me.” He didn’t need two people in the class above him to know he’d fallen so fantastically that he’d wound up stuck in a tree. Granted he did meet Nolan out of that encounter, so he supposed it could’ve been worse. Concern creeping back into his features, gold eyes flicked from Dion to Irene and then back again before asking, “Uh…is it common practice for One stars to beat their knuckles bloody?” He felt like if he asked outright if they were okay that it wouldn’t end well. Dion seemed too sarcastic and Irene…when Dante glanced at her again, she didn’t seem quite right. He didn’t want to worsen whatever it was by overstepping any boundaries, much less making her feel confused again.
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Irene Dixon
Weapon
Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 26, 2014 11:38:59 GMT -5
Dante answered her. The innocent joy that seemed to surround that boy… He almost seemed like a child. But… Irene assumed he was much stronger than his initial demeanor would let on. A bit of a laugh accompanied his words, speaking on him working on not falling. For a split second, her expression softened. Normally she might have jumped on someone, saying they weren’t working hard enough. But… she had a hard time saying that to him right now. At least so harshly.
”Yea… that might be a good idea.”
Her attention shifted to Dion, Irene took notice of the… hesitance. Sure, she knew him because of his weapon form. But did he even remember her? Not that she was embarrassed, right now she was too hyped up to worry about that. A bit of resentment crept into place though. What reason might he have to recognize her? Either people knew her for losing her partner or for being Levi’s weapon. Heck, some had the nerve to say the second one to her face. She wasn’t an individual. And with that thought process, the smile vanished from her expression.
”It’s not often I’m referred to by name, instead of the Prince’s weapon.”
The words were spoken with obvious bitterness and irritation, with just a tad of sarcasm. Shouldn’t she have been happy that he knew her name? Probably. But that didn’t dismiss her earlier thoughts. She couldn’t just switch from the bitterness of her partner and past to a happy go lucky child because someone knew her fucking name.
She caught a bit of hesitance from the male. From the looks of it, he had been training. Or at least, trying to before her and Dante appeared. When had this turned into a popular spot? The movement caught her eye, drawing her attention to the injury on his hands. Was he dwelling on something too? A faint smirk creeping back to her lips, it remained faint as her gaze settled on Dion’s face again. He spoke again. A bit of a joke about all of them being there. From his posture, he didn’t look completely irritated… So what was it? What had him all the way out here to make himself bloody, but he still semi-welcomed company?
”We made sure to keep it a surprise. Seems like a good decision, seeing as the snacks may have been beaten bloody by now.”
Somewhat trying to match his same tone, she watched the male move to lean against a tree. Shifting her own body position a bit, she faced the two of them more head on, instead of going with her original intention of continuing on with her day. Dion had provided a mystery of why he was out here. Dante… Her eyes shifted to the Sicilian blond for a moment. Actually, Dante could be a threat to her single thread of sanity. He already knew her. He had to know this was different.
While contemplating leaving again, she heard Dion speak again. A memo about this being a cool place? A hint of confusion crossed her face but before she could question it further, Dante had replied. Now sitting up, Irene only assumed that he had gone through his checklist of whether he was hurt or not. She should have been irritated she didn’t pay attention. but… there were only so many things she could handle caring about. All of this damn caring. Emotions were tiresome. His explanation was nothing too interesting. He had just been training here. Irene glanced to Dion again. Did he expect an answer from her as well? Because, she wasn’t in the mood to give one.
Then Dante saved her. Kind of… A question on the bloody knuckles. First, she looked to Dion. His wounds still evident. Then she looked down, raising her hands only slightly. Staring at the red and marred flesh. Some blood had dried across her skin, some deeper cuts were still slowly oozing small bits of liquid. She didn’t speak right away, didn’t really know how to answer that one. Gaze still on her hands, for once in a short time, the expressionless mask had slid back onto her face.
The sting from the gashes was starting to emerge. Adrenaline fading away in the body, letting her senses come back to their normal states. Finally, she looked up. Her eyes settling on Dion’s face for a moment, then looking to Dante. She hadn’t been much paying attention if Dion had answered or not. But her answer was a simple shrug as she dropped her hands to her side again. She didn’t feel like answering. Not with so very different people that she didn’t know at all.
When she had shrugged, her eyes shifted towards the treetops. Her mind had wandered a lot lately, but she needed something to sideline all their thoughts. Dion didn’t really seem to be the person that wanted attention on him, Irene knew she didn’t want it on her, and Dante… she really didn’t want to pry at him too much… she didn’t want to find something she didn’t like.
”That thing that came to the school… It changed things. In people. In the school.”
Dropping her gaze again, she settled on Dante seeing as he was more comfortable for her, even if he would notice the difference in her.
”I’ve heard that the thing said something about a warning. That means either something is coming… or something is happening from the inside.”
This second part of her small wandering thoughts, she shifted her attention to Dion. She had heard some of his antics from the arrival of the creature. But it wasn’t negative thoughts she placed with him. If anything, she found a bit of admiration.
”What… exactly are we preparing for?”
Irene would like to say she was worried, or even looked worried. But she didn’t. A faint smile had settled on her lips again, a mostly calm expression to her. She didn’t care about this. It was just something to get thoughts turning. Really… she had more been thinking on the morality of it all. Why did Lord Death get to choose what souls they could eat. What made a kishin egg so different from some dirty rotten humans. What defined specific human souls as pure? Just that they hadn’t taken another soul? It all seemed so…. off. Someone got to pick and choose what they thought was wrong. What could be hunted. What could die without repercussions. What had to be protected. That was a dangerous topic though… Her sanity surely would have been questioned if that is what she brought up with these two.
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Post by Dion Key on May 28, 2014 18:27:54 GMT -5
Upon Irene’s arrival Dion noticed that Dante took on a more familiar tone with her, apparently they knew each other somewhat. For whatever reason he wouldn’t have expected Irene and him to be even acquaintances considering what little he knew of both of them, granted his knowledge was severely lacking when it came to them. Technically he didn’t even know Dante’s name, just that he was blond and most likely in the NOT class. Irene he knew a little bit more about, mainly her name and that she was a One star weapon. From what he noticed in class though, which was very little, she didn’t seem like someone who would spend that much time with NOT students.
From their interactions Dion assumed this wasn’t the first time Dante had fallen off of something recently, interesting but not exactly relevant to his training or much of anything. Dante sat up from his position on the ground so everyone was at least mostly upright for the impromptu party. Hearing that Dante was here practicing made Dion feel somewhat more relaxed as a whole. He wasn’t sure what exactly had transpired with the bird thing but he did know they needed to be preparing for more things to come. He could try and get stronger all he wanted but that didn’t mean anything if he was the only one.
Hearing that Dante was practicing may have been somewhat relaxing but hearing that he had issues with the trees as well was genuinely interesting. Somebody else knew of the evil creatures that were trees and was aware of their sinister ways! ”The trees dislike everyone, they have no sympathy or mercy.” Despite the general oddness of his statement Dion spoke with complete seriousness. He knew the true terror of the trees and knew it was not a thing to be taken lightly.
The remark about One stars beating their knuckles bloody was amusing to Dion considering both he and Irene seemed to have done so. Dante was the odd one out not having beaten his knuckles against things until they bled. The blond not having blood on his hands was probably a good thing considering he most likely wasn’t in the same class as them, let him worry about his own problems and not the bigger threats. Grinning at Dante he tossed an idle remark at him for what it was worth.
”Not common practice, just a special occasion sort of thing.”
After sharing his moment of foliage hatred with Dante his attention moved from the blond boy to Irene. She seemed about what he would expect her to be from what he had seen in class. He had gotten her name correct didn’t he? He noticed the smile vanish from her face and thought he may have gotten it wrong until she spoke. By her tone Irene didn’t exactly fancy being referred to as somebodies weapon even if the person in question was a prince, which narrowed down the choices considerably.
”Really? I didn’t actually know you were his weapon, granted that’s probably from me not paying that much attention in class.”
Giving a small grin he hoped he was at least somewhat reassuring to her as he really didn’t need to get on anyone else’s bad sides at the moment. As serious as he took her for she did manage to make a joke from his snack remark and that made her ok by him. Having his training interrupted wasn’t that bad if the two weren’t going to be a bother to him and so far they seemed fun enough.
Dion’s mind started to wander a little as nothing of real interest was happening and his focus bounced around between the multitudes of thoughts in his head. From the thing that attacked the school to Misaki to his strength to if he was even ready to be a two star leveled weapon. Without interruption he may have drifted off and ended up missing out on training for the majority of the day but he wasn’t going to have that option. Irene spoke and upon hearing her words his attention was instantly brought to her. Turning to look at her his face was noticeably lacking some of its earlier humor.
”You have no idea.”
The words were serious and a touch bitter as they left his mouth. She was right though and that bothered him more than her just bringing up the memories. Irene had noticed the changes and she wasn’t even there to understand exactly how those changes came to be. Concern, fear, failure, and most importantly madness were what caused the changes to start. Her mention of the warning was something he tried to forget, he hoped that part was trauma induced hallucination more than reality.
Something was happening for sure though so Irene was right about that. Dion couldn’t tell what but he wasn’t going to sit around and wait for it to find him. That was in part what he was training for in the first place, whatever came next he would be prepared next time. Looking down at his hands he clenched them into fist and felt the sting of the freshly opened wounds. After bringing up the bird incident a smirk formed on his face from the pain, it was nothing compared to back then. Regaining his composure his face turned back to a neutral expression and his hands opened and dropped to his sides.
”We don’t know, that’s the problem. All we can do right now is get stronger so whatever comes next is something we can deal with. ”
Irene wasn’t at the epicenter of things so he could only gauge what she made readily apparent. Dante however was right there with him, and luckily seemed to be doing fine. It would have angered him that a NOT student was dealing with the event better than him but he was the one who got sucked into it worse. He had failed in getting help and attacked the thing so of course he would be taking it harder than someone who just felt the madness. Shaking off the negative thoughts Dion focused on the present and the others in the forest. The subject had taken a turn for the dark but maybe that could be flipped around. Putting on a slight grin he addressed no one in particular to try and bring things around.
”If that bird thing shows up again I’m gonna kick its ass next time. You guys think you can handle it?”
His tone was much more lighthearted than before, the event no longer causing him to conjure up feelings of dread. If the other two weren’t ready hopefully he could act as a sort of kick start so they would be, everyone needed to be as ready as they could.
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Dante Giovanni
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Demon Rapier
Among thorns grow roses.
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Post by Dante Giovanni on May 29, 2014 22:31:34 GMT -5
Apparently he wasn’t the only on that trees had it out for. Dion seemed entirely serious about the cruel nature of arbors and Dante couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he’d run into with them. The only answer he got out of the two One star students made the blonde grin, short, light laughter following it. First a similar dislike of trees and now bloody knuckles for all important occasions. Dante shook his head not unkindly. “Good to know,” he remarked lightly, amusement obvious in his voice.
The Prince’s Weapon? Dante didn’t get it. It didn’t make sense to him that people wouldn’t address Irene by her name, regardless of how her Meister happened to be royalty. To him it sounded like a lack of respect towards her, though part of him wondered if maybe she was fine with being called that. From how terse her words left her, he guessed not. That at least was expected. Her humor threw him off though. For some reason Irene making any sort of joke seemed odd, granted that was likely because she seemed so serious. The sarcasm heavy in her voice was at least familiar enough to get a grin out of Dante.
The topic switch really wasn’t a thing he needed. What’s more the obvious statements almost irritated him. The blonde lowered his gaze to the grass. He’d had time to recover, they all had, but Dante had done so by doing his best to forget about it. The scream ringing in his ears, the wave of madness that had crashed into him, the ugly thoughts and feelings it filled him with, and the desperate look on Tori’s face when she’d slapped him out of it. If only slightly, the blonde grew tense, hands clenching into fists only loosely at first but then tightening. “You can say that again,” he remarked. His voice wasn’t what it should have been. It was so low it was more of an audible mumble, an undertone of clear irritation sneaking into it that didn’t suit Dante at all.
With great effort, he pushed the memories away again. His method may not have been the healthiest, but it was all he could think of. He had processed for the most part, Nate and Tori both had helped him and he could never thank them enough. But there memories still lingered, and he had no doubt they would for a while now that they’d been brought to the forefront. God damn it. The Sicilian bit the inside of his lip to avoid grimacing and forced his body into a more relaxed position while Irene kept talking, the tension still obvious in the way he moved and his expression a bit stony. It was difficult with his knuckles now white, but he managed to uncurl his fingers and let the grass into the spaces in between as he leaned back on them.
After all her rambling, the question that marked the end of her sudden speech seemed…off. What were they preparing for? Dante let Dion answer first, partly because he wasn’t sure how to phrase what he wanted to say but also because he was watching Irene. Gold had lifted from the ground and focused now on her. The placid, almost serene look on her face matched neither her bloodied knuckles nor her tangent. Distant, far away. She looked too calm for any of this, and that made Dante slip out of the tension he’d been coiled in fully to let concern crawl back to him. Something was wrong with Irene, and it was far more apparent now than during their last encounter. But Dion was there, so for now he remained silent. Besides, he still had to answer.
“In a way, it’s like what we always do. We’re always striving to be better, stronger, so we can protect the world, the ones we love, and ourselves from all of the terrible creatures out there causing heartache and destruction. This is just to a more extreme degree. We don’t know what that thing was or where it came from, but what we do know is that we need to be ready for a fight, whenever it comes.” A bit preachy, sure, but he spoke from the heart. Dion’s continued words only encouraged him on that front. With a grin that looked a bit weary, Dante gave a nod and slowly stood. “I’d like to say yes,” he began optimistically, brushing any stray blades of grass off his pants before letting his hands rest on his hips, “I know my Meister and I aren’t ready yet, but you can be damn sure we’re doing our best to get to that point. We will be ready because we have to be ready in the face of the unknown.” Even in spite of his usual gentle tone of voice, he came across as being serious. He loathed that he’d given in for even the few moments he had, how he’d let the madness take him. If Tori hadn’t been there, he’d likely have been in a cot right next to Dion. Dante wanted to be sure he would never lose his head like that again, for Tori’s sake as much as his.
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Jun 3, 2014 7:25:41 GMT -5
The trees dislike everyone, they have no sympathy or mercy.
Um… what?
Once again Irene found herself confused as to what the boys were talking about. Trees? No sympathy or mercy? Um, last time she checked, they didn’t have the capacity for those things. What in the world could trees have done to them, even just as plants? While she would have liked to assume this was a joke, Dion’s face held no lightness or amused expression. This kid was dead serious. What, did they both imagine trees throwing them to their dooms? Rolling her eyes a bit, she was letting this one go. She was sure she didn’t want to know. Maybe she shouldn’t worry about her own sanity so much.
Everything turned around for the better at Dion’s next words. He didn’t know that she was Levi’s weapon. Regardless of why that was, Irene was glad for this. Dion remembered her name. He had so far refused to say Levi’s name or address him in any royal fashion. And he hadn’t spoken like she was lower than either himself or Levi. A grin on her face, the confusion from the earlier tree fiasco was replaced. She wasn’t irritated with her link to Levi at the moment, letting Dion turn her frustration into a pleased expression with simple words.
”Regardless, it’s good to hear my name.”
And she would leave that there. She really shouldn’t have gotten upset in the first place, but it just seemed like she had these darn reactions to everything. The grin that accompanied the boys words had been noted, only making Irene appreciate the earlier words even more. It hinted at sincerity, even if she had to ignore the thought that it easily could have been pity.
It appeared she wasn’t the only one who needed a distraction from their thoughts. Or at least… they were getting one and didn’t seem too wound up by it. Dion seemed to drift off. Not physically, but… his attention was less present. While he had been looking intently at her or Dante, he seemed to lose slight touch with reality. Well, it looked that way until his gaze settled firmly on her again and spoke four words. It was almost chilling the way that they hit her. Irene felt that she had some sort of idea, everything felt different and she felt… unsettled. But, it was hard to question this firm statement and serious look on Dion’s face. The male certainly felt that she couldn’t really know.
Watching him even as she spoke, she wondered if this was the reason he was out here. From the whole incident outside the school? Had something affected him greatly? What… happened out there and what had she missed? Clenched fists, a small smile… It was certainly odd watching him, but it didn’t really confirm anything.
What made things worse was Dante’s added words. Even the usually bright blond boy was affected by this? This… was a development she hadn’t expected. Dante Giovanni. The Sicilian that had interested her since she met him. Even this event at the doors of the school had changed him. Was… this madness thing really so versatile? It hit everyone with such an impact?
Attention shifting, Dion spoke again. He knew just as much as her about what was possibly coming, but his answer was still pleasing. A somewhat challenging smirk crossing her face, she lifted her chin just slightly. Whatever happened, whatever he might be worried about, he was dealing with it. And he was still working towards getting better. That’s what she needed to do. Even in this weird emotional state, she needed to keep getting stronger, keep working with Levi, and keep getting ready for what was coming next. Who knew what was on the line…
Dante’s small speech once again confirmed Dion’s words. And even seemed… well.. a bit funny. Shouldn’t they all have been working hard before? Why should this be any different? If they had to work harder now, then maybe none of them had been working hard enough in the first place. But more than anything, she’d like the Sicilian to be light hearted again. This… seriousness and weight in his voice and expression was more unsettling for her than actually thinking about the incident with the bird.
”Isn’t that how it’s always been? You just feeling the pressure?”
Irene had obviously noticed Dante’s uncomfortableness with it all. Dion was lightening up his mood, Irene could too. Besides, Dion had just rejuvenated her own resolve. She wasn’t better, not by a long shot. But… no matter what, she had to work through this nonsense. When something had happened before, she had thought it through and did her best to cope. Now should be no different, she just needed a different coping mechanism.
Following Dion’s next words, Irene’s expression somewhat mimicked his, though possibly seemed a bit more… playful? Taunting? Teasing? Somewhere in there… A bit hard to grasp with the girl’s new handle on emotions.
”We’ll leave the pawns to you. Levi and I will take the Queen.”
Shifting her right hand into a fist with her thumb pointing outwards, she motioned her hand towards herself and settled her thumb right over her heart. Eyes shifting a moment, her gaze landed on the less than pleased Dante, who seemed to be lightening a bit. He said he would be ready, and talking about his partner seemed to help. Noted. His connection with his meister was a good point.
First, tease the other one star about taking out the pawns. Not particularly strong but there were many. The Queen, a useful piece, or in other words she was strong. But… the most influential, that was still up for grabs.
”And if Dante can learn how to not fall, maybe we can clear the way to get Tori and him the King.”
A grin on her face, a vaguely encouraging look, her right hand dropped to her side again. Though her words seemed to be aimed at Dion, her gaze was still on Dante. His smile seemed so hard. She didn’t want that.
”Seems like you’ll have to get some bloody knuckles soon.”
Taking another comment to tease him with, her smile was easy and she meant it as no real taunt. Her gaze settled on him only a moment, then shifted to Dion. He wasn’t what she had thought him, not from class. Maybe she should pay more attention. She pictured this Dion character as more… serious. Maybe that was boredom? Either way, it was a good day in the woods to run into these two.
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Post by Dion Key on Jun 3, 2014 17:08:51 GMT -5
Hearing Dante’s response it was refreshing to know that someone was heeding his warning about the trees and not dismissing the important information. Switching his attention back to Irene she didn’t seem to be upset about him saying her name, rather relieved in a way. He could understand a little, he would hate to be known as just Misaki’s weapon rather than his name. Of course he made it a point to stand out enough so that was unlikely to happen. He wondered how many other weapons had the problem of being stuck in the shadow of their meisters? It wasn’t unlikely but at the same time he didn’t hear of it being that large of an issue.
When the subject of the bird events were brought up Dion did notice that Dante had quite the reaction. He seemed tense and the clenched fists were a dead giveaway. So it looked like Dante wasn’t over the events as much as he thought, just that he was good at hiding it. Interesting in a way but Dion couldn’t help but wonder if he could have lessened the impact events had on Dante if he had actually gotten a teacher like he was supposed to.
There was no use dwelling on the past though, all they could do now was prevent it from happening again. Dante gave a little speech as his answer to Irene and Dion wasn’t sure if he should clap at the end or not. It was horribly sappy but it did sort of have a point to it. They just needed to be strong enough to beat anything that came after them, simple. Irene’s comment summed up his thoughts well enough, the only thing new about the situation was that they didn’t know the enemy they were facing.
Either way Dante said he would be ready so Dion was going to hold him to that. He knew next to nothing about the boy but he seemed confident enough to make good on his word and clean up whatever mess happened next. Irene didn’t give as direct an answer but it was easy enough to see she wasn’t going to let some new threat overwhelm her without a fight. Hearing that he was in charge of the pawns would have been insulting if not for the look on her face as she said it. At least her little strategy talk wasn’t too far over his head for him to get.
What the queen piece could be was up in the air but she seemed competent enough to go after it. If Levi was her meister they probably stood a fair chance at besting most things that stood before them. Now Dante going for the king? That was a bit of a stretch but he did want to see how the NOT weapon responded to being told to take down the most important piece. On the other hand he did know what his name was now instead of just the blond weapon from the thing. The comment about bloody knuckles was a nice touch but Dion couldn’t let that pawn comment sit for long. Tilting his head to look at Dante he grinned.
”Sorry Dante but I gotta give my pawn duties to you. The king sounds more like a job for a Two star and that’s what I intend to be shortly.”
He wasn’t being terribly cocky as Two star was right around the corner for him and Misaki. What the king piece entailed was a mystery to him but the strongest should take it. Of course he would gladly give up the king to someone else if they were capable and gave him whatever the bird creature was. It didn’t seem like a king but higher than a pawn and either way that was what he wanted. If his vendetta against that could be sated he was more than happy.
”Who knows? Maybe you guys can cover me against it.”
Alright there was the cockiness but Dion said it in a mostly joking tone. If anything that large scale went down they would each probably have their own problems to worry about. The chances of them working together to fight some super enemy was unlikely and besides, he needed them souls himself to advance even farther. Something about Death Scythe Dion just had a nice ring to it.
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Dante Giovanni
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Demon Rapier
Among thorns grow roses.
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Jun 4, 2014 20:23:03 GMT -5
Dante could only nod along to Irene’s comment. She was right after all and just as he said. They really were doing what they always did, but he could definitely feel the added pressure. In a way it weighed him down, but it also pushed him. He wanted to be better, for both Tori and for himself. Nothing good would come of letting himself stew in events that were already becoming long past.
He was only mildly surprised by her further commenting with chess analogies. The blonde knew nothing of the game; he didn’t have the brains for it, but the fact that she seemed so…confident? No, that wasn’t the word. Of course she was confident, she was Irene. It was cockier than he’d expected, that sounded about right. His lips tugged vaguely into a slight smile. Perhaps her Meister was beginning to rub off on her.
But she continued to surprise him further. Falling was technically a fault of his but given her wording, he knew it was meant as encouragement. Again, not necessarily unlike her, after all Irene had essentially given him a vague version of a stern pep talk the last time they met. Even so, Dante hadn’t expected it. Noticing that her eyes hadn’t left him in several moments, he got it. She was trying to make him feel better. Apparently he’d been more obvious than he thought. Dante didn’t appear stunned, but he didn’t seem confused either. It was a mix of the two if anything, though he hid it well in keeping his facial reactions to her words small. Barely raising one brow, gold eyes slightly wider, head tilting vaguely to one side. He’d never thought her the type to actually try and comfort someone, yet here she was.
And then she smiled at him on top of it all. Blinking at the comment, words escaped him for a moment, still unable to comprehend how lighthearted she seemed all of a sudden. Updating his thoughts on her was…difficult given how she’d been last time, but he could fit the pieces together later. The fact that she cared enough to attempt warmed his heart. His smile lost the strain and grew wider. Short, light laughter left him if only for a moment. Dante was entirely thrown by how well teasing encouragement worked on him, and he managed to meet her gaze with sun creeping back into his eyes. “It looks like I will,” he said in a far more relaxed tone, “but…maybe I’ll wrap them first like you’re supposed to.” A small jab at them both meant to be humorous and followed up by a wink just to make sure. Dante had practiced Savate for too long to neglect the habit of wrapping his hands if punches were going to be thrown, granted he veered more towards kicks himself.
Ah, so that was part of Dion’s demeanor. Dante would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed. Close to achieving One star status alone was one thing, but to make Two star he had no doubt in his mind that the other boy was likely far more skilled that he’d originally given him credit for. With the follow up he threw at him and Irene both, he glanced vaguely at Irene before he decided how to respond. The blonde then put his hands on his hips, shrugging a bit and grinning right back at Dion as he replied, “I’d be happy to. It never hurts to be prepared, and even the best sometimes need back up.”
Slipping his hands into his pockets, Dante rocked back on his heels a bit before another twinge in his ankle made him still. Oh. Right. Previously sitting had let it rest, but so many falls in such a short time frame were really starting to wear on it. Maybe it would be best if he took a break for a little while. He didn’t need it breaking on him again, once was more than enough, thank you. Not losing the more grin, he seemed more sunny than cocky, though he certainly sounded proud of himself. “My Meister and I are going to make One star soon, so we’ll even be able to properly help you guys out if need be,” he added.
Okay, so he may have sounded a little cocky, but entirely less so than the other two. If anything he sounded excited. While there was worry in the back of his mind of he and Tori pitting themselves against real monsters, he was also happy to be so close to leaving the NOT class at long last. He’d been partnerless for a while, and finding Tori in a clock tower of all places had proved to earn him a wonderful Meister. There was a learning curve between classes, that much he knew, but he fully intended to follow it up by giving it his all.
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Jun 8, 2014 22:33:42 GMT -5
Chess was the name of the game.
While all the pieces hadn’t been covered, Irene was sure to let Dion know he had the pawns. Maybe it was her partner rubbing off on her, maybe it was the sarcastic nature of this weapon in her class, maybe it was her own attempt at humor to get Dante out of his grouchy mood. Whatever the reason, it seemed she was going to place Dion on a level ‘below’ herself. Now thinking back on it…. she might have tried to claw the kid’s eyes out if he had said the same thing to her. She really needed to get her head examined.
Regardless, Dion seemed to take this better than she would have. While the somewhat taunting expression remained on her face, she saw a grin settle on the dark-haired boy’s face in the moment she took to glance away from Dante. She also noticed that Dion had looked to the Sicilian. Ah. He wanted the King. Hearing his comment and returning her gaze to Dante, Irene’s expression fused into a more amused look. This almost sounded like Levi. Granted, more friendly and it seemed more caring, but the ego. Heck, Levi wouldn’t have wanted the queen either, she didn’t have the same presence as the king. Also, she noted that Dion needed to mention him closing in on Two Star status. Maybe Dion would get along with Levi.
”The pride in this forest is starting to show.”
A laugh accompanied her words. Small, almost like a chuckle, but still present. She meant the comment to be mostly good natured, not really meant to insult. It was the best she could muster, seeing as her and Levi weren’t all that far from Two Star either. But, this wasn’t a competition. Well… not one that she needed to state openly. Her eyes looking Dion up and down once, she mentally decided that her and Levi could take him. Regardless of her lack of knowledge on pretty much anything about him or his partner.
Even during the small jabs from her and Dion, Dante still seemed… unsettled? She wasn’t quite sure how to place how he looked. But it wasn’t like the boy she had met in the alleyway. Slowly, she began to notice the changes. First was the bit of confusion. While she was aware this was probably from her different behavior, it couldn’t be helped. As much as she tried to return to how she was, it was like her body wasn’t going to let a blank shield to envelope her any time soon. Hell, it was like a bursting body of emotions and reactions, all the time, everywhere. Then, his smile became less strained. Laughing came next, and that’s when she began to relax. He was getting it.
The reply to her bloody knuckles comment was the last thing she needed. A pleased expression, the softer look she had frequented when first meeting him crossed her face for only a moment. This is the Dante she wanted. A wink, a jab, a nice smile. Rolling her eyes at the wink gesture, her gaze shifted to the cockier one of the two.
The next comment from Dion, Irene couldn’t let go. Cover him. That was almost laughable. In reality, that wasn’t always a bad thing. She was better at keeping her eye out for things Levi might miss, getting information and using it. But, the way Dion spoke, he didn’t mean it as stating he was above them. The seriousness had indeed turned for the lighter side of things. Crossing her arms lightly in front of her, she ignored the slight pain coming from the cuts on her skin. Dante didn’t seem to have a problem with cover, he was too helpful for his own good. While she would also probably rather hang in the background, her doubt often getting in the way, she found a need to speak for Levi at this moment.
”My partner would never let you take the winning blow. Seems we’ll battle for the spotlight, Dion.”
Her attempt was to sound as good natured as he had. While there was much truth to it, she had no intention of letting Levi endanger anyone to get his spotlight as his kingliness. Or whatever was going on in that boy’s head.
Dante’s words cut into her thoughts. He would make one star soon. Her attention shifting to the blond, the softer look settled on her face once again. Her arms still crossed, but easily so, she watched the boy. She saw him like a child. While she knew this wasn’t the case, for some reason she enjoyed clinging to the thought of child-like innocence and joy in him. Whether or not that was actually the case, she didn’t know him quite well enough yet.
These two were close to achieving the next level. Exactly how far were her and Levi? Her eyes unfocused on the two for a moment, her own thoughts taking precedence. Could they make two star soon? That… made her closer to being a Death Scythe, a weapon weildable by Lord Death… She didn’t even really know if she wanted that. She just wanted to be stronger… but for what now? What was the point in all of this anymore?
Mentally shaking her head, she couldn’t worry about this right now. Keep fighting. Keep getting stronger. That’s what she was going to focus on until she could straighten out this weirdness. Attention focusing and shifting back to the dark-haired one. A grin settled on her features again, she made sure to look at Dion, then switch her attention to Dante.
”Demon Weapons of Shibusen. I feel bad for the sucker who chooses to mess with us.”
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Post by Dion Key on Jun 12, 2014 21:21:14 GMT -5
Dion had only partially been paying attention to what Irene said to Dante but it seemed to have worked for whatever she was going for. He couldn’t be too sure about how to interject so avoiding it completely was good enough. Those two seemed to have some prior encounter that didn’t involve thinking Dante was too weak to fight him properly. Dante looked enthused enough to climbing the ranks and joining them in the EAT class. The insinuation that there was a proper tree punching procedure was amusing; as long as it worked some minor knuckle bleeding wasn’t bad at all. Dante could learn how minor some bloody knuckles were soon enough.
While his comment about the two being his backup was mostly a joke he did want to see how they responded to it. Dante at least seemed fine with covering for him but that probably had part to do with him only being in NOT class at the moment. Shame he couldn’t see if the blonde’s response would change after reaching One star. It was doubtful Dante would suddenly become greedy for kishin souls but the option still existed. Even not knowing exactly what weapon Dante was he seemed like a good person to have as some back-up.
Irene however pointed out the other aspect of his comment about them covering him. He couldn’t exactly say that she was wrong but he couldn’t help but have a bit of ego. The fact that he had plenty of ego naturally was irrelevant, being about to reach Two star status was just something to be proud about. It was a sign that he had consumed three kishin souls, saved however many people the kishin eggs plagued, and was a total bad ass enough to kill three kishin eggs and not end up dead himself.
Her comment was understandable though, who wouldn’t want to go for the head of things? Apparently it was more the mindset of her meister instead of her own but that changed very little. Whoever was better suited for the job would end up doing it in all likelihood. He had assumed that she wasn’t as advanced as he was but maybe she was just as close to becoming a two star weapon. If that was the case a battle for the spotlight just sounded all the more exciting! Breaking off that trail of thought he refocused his mind on the idea of fighting more things like that bird, the last thing he needed was more thoughts of fighting other students.
”Sounds good to me, whoever can handle whatever it is best can take it down. Unless there are more of those bird things, I got dibs on killing those.”
As light hearted as he had been Dion responded to Irene’s remark as if it was the only natural answer. He didn’t really care who beat what as long as they won and he got to kick ass. Of course he held a grudge against the bird thing that had actually injured him and would love to return the pain tenfold but if he got the chance depended on the situation. He wasn’t going to endanger someone else to get his revenge, but that hinged on his sanity remaining intact. Who knew what would go down anyway? For all they knew this entire chess scenario thing would never actually play out. It was fun to think about though and kept his mind off more bothersome things.
Her next words were unexpected but he couldn’t disagree. Dion knew that he was utterly terrifying as a weapon on his own and even if he didn’t know what weapon Irene was she had to be rather imposing herself. Unfortunately he couldn’t really say he felt bad for whoever messed with them, after what they pulled they had whatever they got coming. Following the other One star’s idea he crossed his arms and leaned against a tree before remarking on her comment.
”At least they offer a convenient reason to get stronger and even more awesome than before. I can’t wait to see how badly we kick their ass next time they try something.”
With the element of surprise somewhat gone they would be more than ready to handle things next time.
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Dante Giovanni
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Demon Rapier
Among thorns grow roses.
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Jun 29, 2014 14:11:54 GMT -5
Dante listened to Irene and Dion’s banter with a loose smile hanging on his lips. Pride may have been an understatement. Cocky seemed more suitable in his mind, but he kept that to himself. He was done with taking digs at the two for now, although that could change. The three of them all seemed to be in a repetitive state of sass to some extent, but it was far too amusing to annoy him in any way.
The blond narrowly avoided grinning with Irene mentioning Levi. He couldn’t imagine the prince allowing anyone other than himself the killing blow either. A battle for the still hypothetical spotlight between Levi and whoever Dion’s Meister was sounded a bit one-sided and with the odds tilted in Levi’s favor. Dante would have considered it an unfair advantage, but he didn’t know who Dion was teamed up with, and having met Levi also made it impossible to say that his strength wasn’t earned. Uneven in match up in his mind, but not unfair. He didn’t have to like him, but he certainly acknowledged and respected him. He respected and admired Irene just for being able to deal with him.
Dion seemed content with the compromise up to a point, but Dante couldn’t blame him. Dion’s vendetta against the screaming bird from hell was likely far more than Dante’s, but that didn’t mean he still wouldn’t live to slice right through one. Granted after seeing how it had launched the green haired boy into the school, he wondered if that was a good idea. Either way, thinking about them was making his thoughts heavy and clouded again. Dante shook his head slightly to rid himself of them, passing it off as messing with his hair and brushing dislodged bangs out of his face. He kept the gentle smile in place. No need to cause more worry, though he did glance quickly over to Irene. She seemed just as perceptive as he was. He was curious as to whether she’d catch him again.
Dante really did begin to grin at Irene’s comment. Sorry indeed. The incident had been bad, but now they knew at least one thing to expect, and that meant they would be ready without a doubt next time. Knowing at least one part of their enemy would only help in the long run, the hard part was finding all the other pieces to the puzzle. By the time they did, Dante had no doubt in his mind that they would be ready. They would need to be in order to win, and losing was not at all an option.
The blond nodded along to the statements of the One star’s. “If they’re fool enough to think we won’t be ready for them, then they have no idea who they’re messing with,” he mused, sounding almost as if he pitied their foes but only slightly. He didn’t want to sound too cocky. That seemed like it was more Dion’s job, not that they all weren’t currently guilty of such a thing. Even so, Dante would rather they be confident than cowering, and he was certainly done with the latter.
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Jul 16, 2014 0:05:31 GMT -5
Watching this Dion character… was quite something. His eyes looked less vacant than Levi’s. Not that she thought Levi was stupid or didn’t think, but she just felt that this boy was working through a lot more things mentally. How he watched was different then Levi. Maybe he wasn’t paying attention, but he at least LOOKED like he was. His gaze had shifted quite a few times already in the conversation, which could mean anywhere between calculating thoughts and feigned interest. Whatever the case, compared to Levi, she found Dion more similar to her. That didn’t mean it was a good thing…
What surprised her was the shift away from the sarcasm, mocking, and teasing. Dion’s words just let hers melt away. He wasn’t up for a battle for the spotlight, not really. From what he said, he just wanted whoever was most capable. So. Either he really didn’t care, or he just assumed he was more capable. Taking into consideration the earlier demeanor of the lad, Irene favored the latter. This kept a light smirk on her face. A silent insult. It was a nice touch. How could she assault someone physically or verbally, with Dante as a witness, when the insult was so neatly wrapped up? Even better, he continued immediately with a distracting change of subject.
It was subtle, still on the same lines of what they had talked about. But it diverted any further attention to competition. Irene wasn’t quite to the same level of understanding as these two though. Bird things. That’s basically all she knew. No one really had a better description. Madness, blacking out, bird thing, a message… All very vague. She wished she could have been there. Painted a picture in her own mind. But for now… she would keep silent. She didn’t know these bird things, didn’t care of Dion had a personal battle with them, and didn’t want to verbalize her ignorance either.
Looking to Dante for a response, she didn’t find one. He shook his head? The smirk still being on her face from Dion’s, supposed, hidden insult, she couldn’t help but squint her eyes for a split second. A sign of confusion and a quick attempt at figuring it out. Was this all bothering him? Damn. This bird thing really packed a wallop into these kids. She really couldn’t be the only one that felt like they were going crazy. Then again…. she could be overthinking this to make herself feel better. After all… he didn’t just shake his head. His hand was messing with his hair… moving his bangs…
Fuck it, who was she kidding. Dante falls out of things consistently and just goes on like nothing happened, he wouldn’t care about his stupid bangs. All three of them were fucked up about something. But whatever. She let her gaze return to Dion, no need to shoot Dante a look of worry or try to figure him out any more. He was good enough to not pester her, she could leave him alone.
Her comment shifted them all to pleasant thoughts once again. One of confidence, cockiness, and pride. Relaxing mentally and physically, the smirk still remained on her lips from before. Both of the boys didn’t pity the enemy, they were ready to take them down. While she could see this as a good attitude, lately…. she wondered if it was the right one. Now wasn’t the time to voice that opinion though.
A glance to each of the boys as they spoke, Irene found the speaking torch being passed to her. Gaze settling on Dion for the moment.
“As you’ve said twice now, our only choice is to get stronger. So get to two star. Resonate. Make and break your own goals.”
A slight bit of pause between her words, Irene shifted her attention to the blond. Faint smirk still on her lips, her arms fell from their crossed position to her sides. Equally balancing her weight between her feet, she almost seemed to possibly be getting ready to depart again. She felt out of place here, much like she usually did. Though… less so. She liked these two. For very different reasons. One gave her the sense of a rival, but not one out for destruction but for building. The other was a sense of calm and stability, an innocence.
“Get to one star. And don’t let up for a second. Get your and Victoria’s asses to two star.”
A deep breath in, she shifted her gaze off them both and settled for a tree somewhere between.
“One. Two. Three. Just takes a few steps and leaps. I need to strengthen more than I could say in a few sentences.”
Giving a bit of a nod, she took a step back with her right foot.
“I’ll be watching you in class, Knuckles.”
Her grin livening again, the mocking tone was obvious as well. Irene didn’t know what else to say. Her ability to converse was quickly spiraling downhill. So, her first reaction was to leave. Besides, everyone had been training. Maybe retreat wasn’t a bad thing.
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