<font color='#8D38C9'>Time Stamp Quarter: Tessera Day: 50 Year: 81377 The front door swings open. Two piercing eyes gleam at all those in the foyer, glaring at any winged 'dragons. Her mechanical wings extend, razor sharp blades ready to cut anyone who stood in her way. "Hmm..." She glared daggers at those waiting in line a the front desk, which was soon after evacuated from. She walked right up to Hart, wings not folding until she reaches the desk and with a stone cold voice "Tell me where I can find Aurora Lyte... NOW!" She bared her claws threateningly. (ooc: I'm sry if you count the line: "She glared daggers at those waiting in line a the front desk, which was soon after evacuated from" as power play)</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Falcon entered the foyer, completely unaware of what was going on. When he saw the crowd blocking the foyer, he blinked. "How odd... My best guess would be someone getting into a fight... but Hart is right there..." In his own curiousity he took wing and flew over the crowd and landed on a cleared area on the floor. He heard the words the female spoke and whispered to himself "What does she want with Aurora?" He stayed put to hear what else she had to say. (ooc: HELLO?? anyone can join in!! I don't want to roleplay with myself you know... not fun...</font>
<font color='#736AFF'>Lukia was walking down the corridor on her way to the canteen when she noticed the crowd and the sound of angry voices. She changed direction and walked over to Falcon. Hi. umm... what's going on? Why is that 'dragon shouting? She said softly so as not to disturb the angry female..</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Falcon sighed heavily. "I don't know... I just came here, but she can't be good news..." Falcon glared at mysterious 'dragon.</font>
<font color='#000000'>It had been quite a few days since his experience in the Machina Ruins. He would rather forget the whole experience and move on but the "ghosts" that kept appearing there stuck in his mind. Shaking his head quickly he walked in looking around some. There was quite a crowd bunched up there he hopped up and looked around there were a couple of them that stood out in the middle. "Hmmmm..." Tsizz worked his way through and walked up to the desk very nonchalantly, "Um... Is this where I register?" he inquired openly for anyone to answer. He looked the one female 'dragon up and down and raised a brow. She seemed rather tweeked for some reason, "What's got your tail in a twist?" He asked. Glancing to the other two, Falcon and Lukia, and gave a nod in greeting to them and walked over to them, "Um... she seems rather... hostile. I've seen a rabid Korad more plesant that her..." he whispered to Falcon. "Anyhow... is this where I register?" he waited flicking his tail back and forth the black flame of his tail dancing about.</font>
<font color='#736AFF'><B>She looks like trouble. I think we'd be better if we stayed over here.[/b] She said thoughtfully to Falcon. She spotted the glare that he gave her and it set her thinking again. Um...Falcon? Is something the matter? At that moment, she watched as another entered the Acadamy and try to get the attention, a lot calmer than the female, of an administrator before giving up and coming towards her and Falcon. Lukia giggles a little at the stranger's comment about the angry female being more... evil so to speak, than the creature he talked of. She listened to his question and nodded. Yes. You'll have trouble getting hold of the teacher's today with that one around.</font>
<font color='#000000'><span style='color:#003300'>He raised a brow nodding slowly at Lukia, "Yes... that makes some sence. If I was a teacher I would simply just wait until she went away. But something tells me that she isn't going to..." Tsizz sighed some looking around back at the others that he had assumed were once inline for registration. "They seem rather frightened of her... maybe they know something we don't?" he shrugs, "Maybe I should leave and come back another time to register... I don't think anything is going to get taken care of today..." agreeing with himself he leaves the foyer glancing to the hostile female once more and nodding to Lukia again before he exited.</span></font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart Demori looked to have a busy day ahead of her. A long line of newcomers stretched in front of her, waiting to register. As the only administrator currently on duty, the Principal had to do them all, too. Even their Assistant Secretary wasn't there, as she had classes. Frowning faintly, she nodded to the newest member of Janardan, and waited for the next to approach. Strangely, the crowd parted, spreading out, as if trying to evade a rushing bull. A single eyebrow rose, nails clicking against the desk as she waited for whatever had moved them. She soon caught sight of the hostile female, and a cough of irritation escaped her throat at the words. A cold frown covered her lips, and she easily leapt to the side of her desk, then around to the female. Demori was tall, and rose up so she was standing on her hindlegs, making her tower above the other female. Icy, piercing eyes stared at the newcomer. <font color=#330000>"I'm afraid that is none of your business, ma'am, unless you can offer proof that you are of some relation to her. And, even then, I will have to talk to Aurora about whether or not she wants to see you, before even considering letting you get within a hundred feet of her. If you can't, then you should leave. Now."</font> The Principal commented harshly, coldly. There was authority in her words, a sharp warning also etched within. She really didn't have time for this. Hart didn't particularly care if the other tried to fight her. Demori knew how to fight, had many weapons on her person, and others around the room, plus the room was guarded against magic. For just this sort of reason. Eyes flickered to a teacher who had appeared to assist, and the other nodded. A magical barrier would seperate Hart and the newcomer from the rest of the School, if the other female tried anything. </font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>The femme completely ignored Tsizz. She had bigger fish to fry. Her ears twitched at the sound of Hart's refusal. Her eyes scanned the edges of the walls that surrounded Hart where the barriers were. a barrier? tisk, this place is pathetic. She completely under estimates my power "No? You prosume I'm giving you the choice in the matter, but I'm not." Her red eyes glow black and there is a blinding flash as the barrier is penetrated by her powers of dark sorcery. She grabs Hart by her scruff with unbelievable strength and pounds her head to the top of the desk, and used even more powerful black magic to bind the rest of her limbs and tail. "You better listen and listen well!" she took her free paw, and a black orb formed above it. "You tell me where Aurora is, or everyone in this foyer is blown to tiny little pieces" Falcon glanced at the femme. Why does she seem so familiar?. As she broke through the barrier, he nearly fell back.What the? She must be very powerful to break through the magic barrier. I heard of many that tried to and they all failed! This is insane! As he watched the femme take Hart by the scruff, he acted fast, stupidly, but fast. Completely unaware of what lukia said, he ran right at the femme and pounced at her, and shockingly enough, he had her to the ground. He growled. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? and what do you want with my half sister?" The femme merely laughed. "There's no surprise you were able to knock me down Falcon. Even if I wasn't expecting you. If you were any other pendragon in this foyer you would most certainly have been killed." She smirked, though she was pinned to the floor, she seemed quite relaxed... to relaxed. "Wait a minute" Falcon thought for a split second. "How do you know my name?" He backed off, confused. "And what makes you think I am stronger than any other in here?" She laughed, getting up. "How insulting Falcon Umbra. You can't remember your own mother? Serria Umbra" Her voice hissed slightly as she spoke her own name. "And of course I knew you would be strong, its blood. But you'll never be as strong as me!" She made a new orb and threw it right at Falcon, sending him flying into a wall and knocking him unconscious.</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px><font color=black>;; out of character Hum... two things... How do you know that Serria could break the barrier? The NPC pendragon who would create would be a Master at such things, and who's to say that her power is better than his? I mean, yes, you say your character is strong, but who said she was stronger then the one that Hart had working for her? Second of all, I consider the part "She grabs Hart by her scruff with unbelievable strength and pounds her head to the top of the desk, and used even more powerful black magic to bind the rest of her limbs and tail." to be powerplay. Hart's pretty strong, especially for her age, and would probably be able to get out of that hold. Plus the fact that, like I mentioned in the post before, the room was guarded against magic, meaning that, unless she stepped out of the room in which she and Hart were, her powers were useless. So, hum, yes, she couldn't use black magic on Hart while Hart was in her office. She'd have to leave the Main Office in order to use magic of any sort, besides domestic magic. Anything offensive is automatically neutralized. Actually, I talked to Jodie, and, in truth, there would probably be a lot of barriers on the school, as far as magic goes. It is unlikely that any black magic could be used on the school, period. oO;; </font>
<font color='#736AFF'>Lukia looked on in horror as the female grabbed the Principle and broke the barrier that she'd placed up for the protection of the students. This female scared her half to death. She then saw Falcon knock the female down and gasped, backing into the nearest wall. She's his mother??! No way! She knew it was the Black Arts the elder was using now when she saw the second dark orb form and being hurled at Falcon NO!</B> She screamed as he came flying towards her, landing into a pilliar. She ran over to him and shook him gently. .:: Come on Falcon.. Wake up! Please! Come on, it's me Lukia. Your friend! Please wake up... ::. Tears rolled down her cheek before she glanced at the elder who had caused all this, wanting to do something but knew she was powerless. She was only at basic level in Music and Elementary Sorcerery. She sat down besides Falcon, turning away form the elder, continuing to mindspeek to try to revive him, and hoped that the Principle would do something.. or somebody else would...</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>(occ: sry for the power play, but what kind of bad guy/girl what ever could be defeated so easily? She is suposed to be incredably strong to take on many, and her dark sorcery/ black magic is extremely powerful. Sry about anything, just trying to make it interesting... ) IC: Serria tossed her head boredly. "Your trembling amuses me, but this was a bit to difficult to handle today. You better plan on seeing me again later" Serria yawned and her metallic wings extended once more, and she this time, took flight out the doors. Falcon didn't say a word. Just layed silently on the pillar. His tail flame grew a bit dimmer... "Hello?" a small, young voice sounded from the hall entrance as the small white 'dragon made her way through the crowd. Aurora looked around, then seeing her half brother, she ran up to him. "Falcon! What's going on?" She looked at Lukia.</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px><font color=black>;; out of character</font> ... Janardan is made to withstand heavy attack. There are back-ups upon back-ups that keep magic from being used. You can't have her use magic. Or be all-powerful, or too strong to be defeated. That is godmoding. Making your character too strong, like a "god". And that is what you are doing, by saying that your character could defy the barriers that are permenantly set, that she is good enough to defeat the spells that powerful Masters put in place. Probably several Masters. And there are backups, too. So it is like twenty Masters putting up barriers, and guards, and the like. Are you saying that she is powerful enough to deflect that? If so, you should probably as Jodie, and make sure that was what she accepted your application as. I'm not trying to be mean, but that's really the way things are.</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>(ooc: ok, you are just getting plain annoying now. I NEVER said she was immortal. If you want to play in the world of boring, be my guest. I'm just trying to make it be more interesting for others. If you can name any kind of role play game / TV show or whatever where the evil person was done in two seconds after they show up, I'll quit this whole thread altogether, if not, quit acting like it's the end of the world if something has more power than you or whatever )</font>
<font color='#736AFF'><center>Lukia turned to see the white 'dragon, tears rolling down her face. She guessed that this was Aurora and said gently and quietly Someone called Serria who says she's Falcon's mum came in demanding to see you. When the Principle refused, Falcon jumped at her, knocking her flat. She threw a balck orb at him, I think it was Black Sorcerery, and he flew backwards and hit this pillar. I can't get him up.. She turned back to Falcon and noticed that his tail flame was dying out. .:: Come on Falcon... please... She's gone now. She can't hurt you anymore... Wake up please.. I don't want you to die... I...I...like you too much... ::.. Of course, when she said "like you" she actually meant "love you" but she was too scared to confess it. Tears fell from her purple eyes faster than before and she shook him, ever so gently, in an effort to wake him...</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Aurora gasped "S-Serria?" She shivered, then looked down at her dying brother. She knelt down, her nose touched his cheek and her eyes glew gold. Falcon glew white for a moment, then went back to normal. His tail flame started to burn brighter, but he was still left unconscious. "I've healled him best I could. He just needs a little rest, we should get him to his dorm," She tried to lift Falcon over her shoulders, but being so small, she couldn't lift him. "Err.. Can you help me Please?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>()()( - I'd just like to make it clear that powerplaying/metaplaying/godmoding/etc. is not allowed. If you want your character to physically hurt other people's characters, you much ask them first and organize the plot. Contact them through email or a PM if you need to in order to get their permission. I also suggest that you read the game Rules to familiarize yourself with them again. I also find a few of your previous comments offensive, Kari. :[ For Hart's sake, let's say that the head slamming/tossing around never occured and just a bunch of arguing took place... not to mention Janardan's magic "barrier" can't be broken; due to the fact that it was put in place by a certain reputable family of dark sorcerers. B|( - A door to one of the back offices swung open and Jaceen stepped into one of the many small hallways the outlined the main office. A look of concern fell over her face as she hurried down the hall to the main desk. It was supposed to be a slow day after all, these types of days always were... why with holidays, testing... So the staff was a little on the lacking side. The petite sorceress had just been privately discussing the water quality within the school when the loud disruption had occured. She'd quickly excused herself and rushed out. Now finding a rather miffed looking Hart Demori, she idly wondered if she'd made the wrong decision when she decided to come to her aide. But as she surveyed the scene, she decided that she was right on time - or that the need for her appearance was long past due. Threats, violence? That type of thing was not at all tolerable within the confinement of the academy. Jaceen silently rose the alarm, informing a few of the other key teachers within the facility of the situation through thought-speak. Her soft yellow eyes then shifted to Hart and she spoke quietly, "Y shuaphs shes Y nyphs vi uw tuni ettytsemki, Ms. Demori" She then went to Falcon's side and glanced mildly up after Serria. She the spoke to a few of the idling students that had flocked together to watch the event unfold and demanded that they return to their classes and informed them that if they had business within the office that they would have to return at a later date.</font>
<font color='#736AFF'>Lukia was still crying as the teacher came over, about to lift him onto her shoulders. Turning her purple eyes to the teacher, more tears rolled down her face. He is going to be alright isn't he? I can't wake him up...He's scaring me... She said softly in between sobs as she turned to look at him again, praying to the Gods and Goddesses that he'd wake up...</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>(ooc: Oops.. Sry about that Kakosenas + spyceedragon... had no clue. I'll go through the rules again...) She start shaking uncontrollably at the sight of Jaceen. Oh no, why here? Why now? How did Serria know where to look? Why hadn't she been there earlier? Hart, Falcon, they are both hurt... This is all my fault! Her shaking worsened as she stared at the ground, low humming turned to sobs, she knew she should tell Jaceen, but, she was too scared...</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart Demori was not easily intimidated, and the words of the brash sorcerer did nothing to touch her, really. A cold smile laced about her features, and she didn't even stoop to reply to the threats of the other adult. As she attacked Falcon, however, things became slightly different. Digits slid around a specially formed knife that she had stowed nearby, and, within instants, was ready to be thrown at the uninvited visitor. Within moments, however, the metallic-winged female was "bored", and left the Foyer. The Principal didn't particularly care, especially since she now had a name. But the fact that Serria had injured one of her students did irritate the Janardan leader. Shaking her head and walking towards the unconscious Falcon, the thunderous look on her face was enough to cause several interested students to give way before her. At about that time, Jaceen arrived, and a grateful smile was tossed in the direction of the administrator. <font color=#330000>"Shemct, Jaceen, ys yt kibseymlo eddbikyesig."</font> The Principal murmured in reply, before walking over towards Falcon, as well. Eyes flicked to the ceiling, as if asking the gods for their aid, she spoke to the teachers in general that were present, trying to figure out if any of them were Healers, or even had a working knowledge of reviving unconscious pendragons. Hart had done it before, but usually in the company of her Musician-Healer husband, and he had assisted. Besides, she was a bit rusty, since he had died fifteen years prior. Shaking the thought from her head, she was grateful to hear a response. As luck would have it, a Seminar was being given by a Healing Master, and he was glad to let his gathering take a break while he assisted. In fact, he almost seemed eager. With a nod of satisfaction, Demori looked at Jaceen once more, a slight smile on her lips. <font color=#330000>"Nutsaj Raphael et dyemd sy kyna ump halg yos fesh Falcon... fa'ja gjyrurli dyemd sy maap tyna nyja saukhajt vyj 'kjyfp kymsjyl', shyodh... kyolp iyo kymsuks sha Mojta, Jaceen? Fa'll gjyrurli maap sy gos Falcon em haj Yvveka ymka ha et ufuca."</font> <font color=darkred>Well, that hadn't been something that Arch had anticipated. He had taken a part time place for a Seminar, here at Janardan, but he hadn't expected to work with his knowledge. Techinically, Hart knew him as "Raphael", but the Healer rarely thought of himself as such. Putting an intelligent young Journeyman in charge of keeping the students under control, the Healer gave them a temorary break, before rapidly walking towards the Foyer. It wasn't until he got out of sight of the students - since he didn't want to startle him - that the Master began to lope towards the Main Office. He had been informed of the needs, and knew who and what had occured. Shaking his head as he came in, reaching up a slender, handlike paw to brush thick neon locks back behind his ears, the pendragon stalked over to Falcon. Nodding deferently to Hart, and glancing quickly at Jaceen, he rested a semi-shifted paw on the youngster. Inhaling deeply, he eyed the condition of the nioti, nodding slightly, before setting to work waking him up. </font>
