Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on May 16, 2014 22:42:59 GMT -5
Kaylin McOlster. Energetic Meister. Most people in Death City knew her by now. Granted, it was rarely by name and more often by face and antics. It was hard not to notice a girl that ran around the city covered in paint, or hollering things, or carrying around baked goods while covered in flour, or… crawling on the ground? Today was like any other day for Kaylin! Well… almost. This morning she got up at the normal time, the break of day, but her routine was thrown off. While her “routine” was normally random and quick, a way to get outside as fast as possible, her partner had somehow gotten her to make sure she took care of all those little morning duties and got to school. They had class after all. Every now and then… that whole thing they were there for and whatnot. So after a day of classes, Zane getting her from one place to another, getting into trouble with teachers, some laughing and glares from students, she was finally done with those things! Not that she didn’t like being in those rooms with all those lovely people. But it was so weird to have to sit still for so long. It shouldn’t even be doable! The meister than had been on her way to… well… she wasn’t sure where. Just away from school. Of course, she had to do that to get away from Zane. The boy was hellbent on not having fun today. Silly boy. She would normally try and teach him the error of his ways, but today was not the day! Fun awaited her! Nice, wonderful, fun. Zane could have his own fun. That’s when she saw it. The lovely blue, shiny, soft looking, snake. It was beautiful. Like a flowing serpent of beauty and glory. Such a lovely animal had to be observed, loved, and… stalked. A bright smile never leaving the females face, she got herself close to the ground. Now… being in the middle of Death City, in the afternoon, in the shopping district.. there were quite a few people. Why she picked this particular thing to be obsessed with was beyond most people. And the fact that she had to drop down and hug the ground was even worse. Her booted feet and gloved hands against the ground, she kept her knees just barely off of it. Her normal attire didn’t help to hide her from sight either, blue jumpsuit and cropped shirt. It wasn’t a normal, blending attire. She kept her following of this snake in this odd sort of crawl. Not quite a crawl, but as close to the ground as she could while on her feet and hands. Her blue snake was still in sight. And she, the glorious lioness, would hunt its prey. Kaylin remembered the lions from the circus. Though she didn’t think they ever stalked something quite like this, dad would often tell her stories of wild animals. Explain how a wild animal thought and try to get her to think about it so that she knew how they would react. A person who knew how they would react was ready to react themselves. Giggling to herself, the blueness disappeared into a nearby store! Scrambling after the snake, she ended up on her feet and semi-running into the place. By then, the snake was well into the place. There was clothing EVERYWHERE. A grin never left the meister’s face as she walked through the multitudes of hanging clothes. They were all so colorful. Laughing to herself once again, she pulled a sequined green hat off of one of the hat racks, sitting it atop her head, she found a mirror and looked at the shininess on her ragged head of hair. Lovely! But in the mirror, the blue caught her eye again. How could she forget the blue snake?! Obviously there was no bright blue snake slithering through Death City. This was merely a scarf, wrapped neatly around another student’s neck. Cecil Amier. Someone that Kaylin didn’t recognize, but that was no news. Kaylin rarely remembered people. She wanted a smile and then continued on with her antics. However… it wasn’t really the person Kaylin was focused on. In fact, she pretty much had herself convinced that the blue scarf was a snake. A being all its own. Cecil was merely a passing insignificance. Turning around, mirror to her back, she saw that the snake was moving to pass her. How did he get so close?! A bright grin and slightly widened eyes, the meister knew what time it was. TIME TO STRIKE. The meister jumped up. Her feet landing atop one of the circular racks of clothes, she grabbed the whip on her hip with her right hand. Hand securely on it, with one quick movement, she snapped the weapon out to her right side, straightening it out and letting it fall to the floor and across other racks. ”You are a gorgeous, snake! Now let us have a show!”Laughter echoing from her lips, the girl snapped the whip forward, towards Cecil but not directly at him. Snapping against a rack of clothes about three feet to his side, the whip had brought about four articles of clothing with it from the original settling.
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Cecil Amier
Weapon
Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
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Post by Cecil Amier on May 17, 2014 2:35:38 GMT -5
Cecil Amier. Demon Weapon Extraordinaire.
Not too many people in Death City were acquainted with him by now. Granted, he hadn't yet spent much time there yet, as he only recently enrolled into Shibusen. It would be hard for the masses to not eventually come around to knowing his name, his face, his deeds. That is, once he actually accomplished something. But, the boy decided it was an inevitability that he would accrue wide-spread admiration.
Today was not like any other day for Cecil! Well... yeah, it rather was, actually. He was still settling on a routine for his mornings, but that was nothing special. His dorm room was rather small for his liking, but he resolved to deal with acquiring a more suitable habitat at a later point. He attended class, and that was so mind-numbingly boring it verged on being droll and entertaining in its own way. Not quite, though. Thus, he was just going through the motions, and he couldn't help but think that it was shameful that this was the thing he was there for to begin with.
So, after a day of scribbling nonsense in his journal whilst a figure below droned on about something or another, casually charting a mental map of the academy in his head whilst wandering about, avoiding teachers, and pestering students with whatever whim crossed his mind, he was finally free from the humdrum boredom. He didn't much like being stuck in such large rooms with so many lame people. But at least he was able to sit down and get some quality contemplation time. He mostly considered what he would do the rest of the day, but simply thinking ahead was doable only to a certain extent.
The weapon went on his way to exactly where he needed to be. Towards the shopping district. Of course, he was all alone in this trip. He didn't need someone else accompanying him. This was a conscious choice of his; he saw no need to invite anyone in particular to such an uneventful errand. They could just go about their own business, as far as he was concerned.
That's when he reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a phone. Flipping it open, he navigated to a list he had typed up. Food, grooming products, school supplies; all things that fulfilled some basic need but required a steady supply. Cecil simply wasn't one for buying in bulk, though mainly because he lacked any real means to carry to many provisions at once. He flipped it back close and stuffed it back in his pocket. For whatever reason, he was awful at recalling what basic necessities he was running low on, even though he could memorize entire scripts and notes and oh so much more. He figured it was just because they were such a dull subject matter.
He walked along now in the shopping district of Death City, and his eyes passed from shop to shop. The boy was making a mental registry of all the outlets so as to refer back to the next time he needed to purchase something. He hadn't found anything of immediate interest for a while, and by this point he had already forgotten what he was looking for exactly. He stopped in front of a shop who had display windows showcasing some attire, and figured he might as well look inside and check out their inventory. Not that he intended on buying anything for himself, at least not at the moment. But it could never hurt to simply peruse.
There was an impressive enough array of clothing to Cecil's sensibilities. Nothing too spectacular, nothing too high class, but neither was it too gaudy or otherwise awful. One item in particular caught the boy's eye: a sequined green hat on a hat rack. He considered it contemplatively for a moment, but then shook his head, deciding that the only reason it caught his eyes was the sequins. He further perused the store's selection, turning away from the green hat. He casually noted the sound of a bell ringing; another customer entered the store. No one too spectacular, Cecil estimated. That was a statistically sound assumption.
He turned back around to then resume his perusal of the other side of the store, and looked at the other customer for a moment. Her outfit was a bit odd, but he'd seen far more outlandish in the past. Her figure was nothing too terribly interesting, and was actually rather short. Shoulders a bit broad for a girl her height, and she probably had some athletic skill. She was wearing the green sequined hat from before, and staring at herself in the mirror. There was a whip on her person, which was probably the most standout thing about her. Why on earth would she have a whip?
Cecil was a bit annoyed, however, at the sight of her wearing that hat. He would reason it was because he just disliked that hat now for taking his attention once again, when there wasn't anything too note worthy about it. It was green. It was a hat. Besides, why was this girl, wearing primarily blue, even want to wear a green hat? Surely, a green hat would look better on someone who was wearing primarily green. Because of this annoyance, he walked right on past the girl and didn't spare her another thought.
He didn't make it too far, however, before he heard a racket from behind him. The sound of cloth-hangers jostling as a circular rack was disturbed. That sound was nothing, though, in comparison to a snap! of a whip. The girl said some nonsense, and Cecil turned around to glare at the odd girl. Then, snap! the whip cracked again, this time closer to him and knocking some items off their racks. Reflexively, his right arm transformed into a red-tinted single-edged blade from the elbow to where his wrist had been, "the hell? What are you on about, you crazed girl?"
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Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
Posts: 52
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on May 26, 2014 9:16:44 GMT -5
Kaylin was none too observant to notice Cecil. She hadn’t much realized his existence yet, despite the fact that he was the reason the blue scarf even appeared in this store. The Energetic Meister’s attention was one place, and one place alone. With that blue scarf. Convinced of its snakeyness, she found immense joy in the fact that it was ‘living’ and it was a bright color.
Giggling as her whip had snapped forward, the joy on the girl’s face could not be denied. Her eyes on the scarf around Cecil’s neck, she shifted her body weight back and forth, left to right, a sort of rocking to amuse herself in the split moments of nothingness. The snake never reacted. A slight shifting, but not even really jumping. This was a resilient snake! They should play forever!
Then… Something else happened.
A brief glint of sunlight was reflected into her face. Or a quick flash of light. Or movement… or something. Who really knew? The actual thing that caught her eyesight in the first place was much less important than what she was looking at now. While she never really moved from her position atop the clothing rack, her whip still extended in front of her and to Cecil’s side, even though it had settled back easily to the floor and hanging off one rack. This important thing that she was staring at now?
A red blade. It had appeared from nowhere. Kaylin’s eyes traveled quickly over the red, saw the skin of Cecil’s elbow, and quickly moved up and over his face and around the rest of his body. She had fallen silent from giggling at this point, though her smile was just growing dangerously bigger.
”A BOY!”
Erupting into laughter immediately following her exclamation, the girl’s arms wrapped themselves around her middle section. Her right hand still held to the whip, Lord Death forbid she let go of it. Her laughter prevented her from hearing Cecil’s words clearly, though… she probably wouldn’t have paid much attention anyway.
Getting through her quick fit of laughter, her eyes settled again on Cecil. Well… on the tinted blade. The snake long forgotten, as well as the boy. Stepping onto the edge of the clothing rack, one could see the rack somewhat teeter forward from her weight. As the metal rack slowly started to lose balance, Kaylin’s knees bent just slightly. Then… she pushed off. Jumping towards Cecil, she sent the off balance rack flying back away from her, clattering across the ground and clothes dismissing themselves from their hangers and the rack itself.
Giggling as her momentum pushed her forward still, her right hand held the whip, her legs moved in a bit of a run to catch up with her falling upper body. Stopping about two feet short of Cecil, the girl stood up straight, though not reaching all that tall of a height. A grin on her face once again, her giggling had stopped. Both hands in a sort of fist, the whip simply gripped, her knuckles rested against her sides just above her hips.
”Kaylin McOlster! Energetic Meister!”
Laughing once again, the girl’s left hand shot out with little warning, not to mention her steps forward. Her aim? That blue snake/scarf. Though she loved the tinted blade, somehow Kaylin had realized that it was connected to him… that she wouldn’t be receiving that any time soon. However, the snake! That was completely up for grabs!
Not to mention… the store attendant that was approaching the pair, pure fury and rage apparent, though a mix of uncertainty from two weapons obviously observable.
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