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<font color='#0000FF'>DarkWolf heard an shout aimed at him. He turned around quickly catching sight of an 'dragon peering out of the door. He jeered at the dragon as he held his paw up making an rude sign with his paw. He folded his arms around him and as he tried to look cool and tough which was easy to do as he already was tough. The jeer on his face was still there as he looked at the 'dragon.</font>

 

<font color='#000080'>Goggled eyes turned to acknowledge the presence of the newcomer yet showed no respect for the obvious over-confidence of the child; in fact, the tinted black spectacles masked a glare of utter dislike for the rather immature student, playing off a weak act of aggression as some sort of proof of strength. It wasn't working - the act was far from convincing. It took a fair amount of self-restraint to keep her from attacking the offending student, but, the femme reasoned, it would be only detrimental to her status in the school to do anything of the sort. She growled out an acknowledgement of the 'dragon's presence - "Can we help you...?"</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>DarkWolf stared at the cyborg, he  drew out an ball the size of your average tennis ball. "Yeah, you can help me robot" He chuckled and threw the ball hard at the cyborg "catch this,lets see how good you are" He know that he may get in trouble but he enjoyed causing trouble when he was angry and felt like lashing out on anybody who happens to cross his path.</font>

 

<font color='#000080'>Cass didn't have to catch the ball. Before it hit her, Nurano simply burned it in midair. Nafel might be the more powerful mage, but he could work magic silently, and quickly. "Tsk... Didn't your mum tell you it's not nice to throw things at others? And trust me, you really do look stupid like that." He walked closer to Cass, trying to get out into the hall.

His amber eyes stared at the offending student. They blinked slowly, his black eyelids sliding quietly over them. His ebony mane stood in full condition and his coat was gleaming. He held his white tail-flame high and raised his head in a dominant posture. His spy classes (and living in Bhim) had taught him to act like a street urchin, but also as an important, and thus arrogant, 'dragon.

He excercised that to its full potential, meaning to look like a senior journeyman. Seeing as this 'dragon was young, it was likely Nurano out ranked him, as far as lengh of stay went. He was not a Journeyman, but he was a very senior apprentince, an good at his trades.

He spoke again. "Who are you?" He said it with the most level voice he could manage, because he might be wrong and the 'dragon might outrank him. He doubted it, however.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>Cass growled deeply, goggled eyes turning to scan the source of the offending object. Though she had not been hit by the physical ball, the intent was felt just as strongly, and it hurt. The words echoed in her mind. Robot... Robot... Was she not a pendragon like the rest? Surely, just because she was not completely flesh-and-blood, she wasn't necessarily a robot, was she? She was still organic, mostly - she was still sentient - she was still the 'dragon from before the accident. The thought that someone could so shallowly overlook such an important fact angered her. Oh, how it enraged her - she growled, baring her teeth at the horrid creature that had just offended her so. Picking up a piece of concrete that had crumbled from the wall due to the age of the building, she transferred it into the grip of her hydraulic arm. "Here, catch... you good for nothing jerk." With a loud hiss and a deafening whir, her front leg moved to a full-backward position - then, with a loud crack, another hiss and a release of steam and air that jetted throughout the room, kicking up dust all about, the hydraulics in her arm simultaneously fired, propelling the concrete forward at nearly half the speed of sound. It missed its mark by mere inches, smashing a neat hole through the wall, destroying a toilet and sink in the bathroom of the next dorm over and crashing through a kitchen full of pots, pans and delicate china before coming to rest against the cold, stone outer wall that seperated the dorms from the countless tons of dirt that surrounded Janardan on all sides.

"I don't appreciate rudeness."</font>

 

<font color='#000080'>Nurano saw the cement aimed at the offending 'dragon, ducked, and backed slowly away. He didn't know what to do, as Cass looked seriously PO-ed, and neither he nor Nafel could get between the two 'dragons, if they even wanted to.

{Cass?} Nafel 'pathed to the semi-mechanical 'dragon, {You OK? Do you want help... Or something?}

Nafel was scared now, as much that they would be discovered as that she didn't want her purloined journal to be found or destroyed. She just hoped that the top floor was sound proof.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>Though she had recieved the message loud and clear, Cass' had a deficiency when it came to transmitting such communiques. The best she could do was nod subtly, mouthing the words "I'm fine." The singular mechanical paw was finessed back to floor with a gentle hiss. She stared at the disgusting creature she had just bore her vengeance upon - 'twould be best, she decided, to make her point quite clear, if she was to make it at all. This would be a 'dragon-to-'dragon talk - she'd look him right in the eye - something, he was about to find out, that could be considered the most horrifying consequence of the whole ordeal. Reaching up with her organic, furred paw, she pushed upward the goggles that hid her scarred oculars from public view so much of the time - her electronic vision went on the fritz, and with a warning siren blaring in her ears, everything went dark.

She glared, as best she could estimate, in the direction of the insensitive creature who had perpetrated the "crime" she was now reprimanding. The sight was a horrid one to behold. One eye was completely missing, wires, chips and a small lens pouring out of the socket, entwined delicately with the life-giving blood vessels of her skull. Inside it, one could see practically through to the brain, as the back of the socket was shattered, replaced by plexiglass as to allow for easy inspection of the metal parts inside. The other eye was a swollen, white mess of tissue and nerve, equally damaged yet still quite present, lingering in the socket by a few mere strings of connective tissue. The center of the eyeball was bored out carefully by a medical drill, stuffed with a large tube, and used to route wires that connected to the mask that contained the sensors that brought about her new vision. "Look me in the eye, you heartless prick, and tell me that you lack so much as the common decency to respect my right to try and lead some sort of normal life? Do you really respect yourself for bringing such pain into my heart? I want not to be eyed and oggled as some sort of demon or heathen among the 'dragons of a respectable university - I want to be a reason the academy earns such respect! Yet there are always ones like you; you heartless, spineless, soulless, cruel creatures who thrive off the knowledge that yes, you are better than me. You're what nature inteded you to be originally when you were brought into existence - and to taunt me for not being something I wish so often to be is just... awful!" The chocolate femme teared up slightly - before it could show, she quickly grabbed the goggles and tugged them back over the shattered remnants of her eyes, the lost windows to her soul. "Next time you try and do something so senseless... so stupid... think about who you might be hurting in the process."

She sullenly shook her head as the sensors re-aligned. The wailing alarm silenced itself bringing to the room a surreal, eerie silence - and the tension of the moment was thick enough to be cut with a knife. As her vision returned, she gazed at the pale heat-signatures of the creature, a definite outline in the shape of a 'dragon outlined by an ethereal ambient warmth halo. Once again she could watch the warm hearts of the students about her beating through their skin, see their white-hot tails whose signatures left ghastly trails in the air as they moved, the fronima muddling with the sensitive electronics stored within the sensor-array goggles. Were it not for her underlying anger, she would have taken a moment to revel in the beauty of a world that she, alone, could experience. Yet she waited impatiently for the response she awaited; a mere apology. The effect was lost on her.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>When the concreate had smashed an hole in the wall, DarkWolf heart had beated wildly but he in fact enjoyed the buzz of near death. He looked the cyborg in her eye feeling disgusted at the cyborg's eyes and body which made him feeling like he wanted to puke.
He sighed as he considered weather he should apolgise or not, The aggresive side wanted to come out and cause pain to the cyborg which would bring him satisfaction and increase his reputation in the eyes of other 'dragons who would respect and think he was cool and strong.He was barely keeping this side in control because his claws were out and he was baring his fangs to imidate the cyborg. He snarled loudly as his whole body tensed.
But the sneaky side which might be called "good" if it could be seen that way, was weighing the benefits of making an friend in the cyborg. Sure he could turn her to his own purpose for instance making her an watch-out which seemed cool but more cooler was the fact making the cyborg his bodyguard. Now that would get word around that he was powerful and some of the female 'dragons might fancy him.
He looked the cyborg in the eye as he said "vokc you cyborg scum, i dont want to apolgise to freaks who dont fit in" He felt bad about saying this but he was eager to fight the cyborg as he braced for the fight that would make him tougher and cooler.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>The words hung in the air, their intonation like salt poured into an open wound. Once again, the tension thickened about them, forcing the air from the room and filling it with a thick murkiness that brought on difficulty breathing. No doubt, she could tell, the male wanted a fight. For respect, possibly? He seemed to be missing the point, entirely - she, herself, was a 'dragon - not a cyborg. Nobody in Janardan earned respect from bullying students - and it seemed to escape the child that she was a member of the student body he was so ready to impress. She would not give him his fight - were the fur-and-steel mix to fight the foolish 'dragon, she would surely annihilate him. With one metal-reinforced leg she could crush the skull of any 'dragon with no trouble at all. Though she had learned to carefully regulate the force to use operating the contraption, she could, as she had demonstrated, push it to its extremes. She was a dangerous one to toy with, yet luckily for the mildly naive dragon, she was not typically violent; her rare outbursts always ended in a hit that nearly missed, or a stand-down by mere intimidation. Yet this was different - despite all the kindness she had alloted the 'dragon, he was still playing with her emotions, toying with her insecurities...

Though she was more likely to cry than anything else, she growled a low, frustrated growl, "Why on EARTH are you so DUMB!? How can anyone get SO FUC... err.. SO STUPID!?" She had caught herself, thankfully. She hated swearing - it felt like spitting poison and burned her lips and throat on its way out. She considered herself a decent 'dragon and wished to stay that way. She wanted so bad to be one of them. Maybe one day. But not while people like this still existed...

She had the ability, she had the motive... what else was preventing her from killing him?</font>

 

<font color='#000080'>OOC: Whee! Phrawlic, how do you get the little animated bit on your name? I want one for meself, but a different one. ^_^ It looks nifty!

BIC: Nafel and Nurano stood stock still at hearing the insensitive remarks of the idiot 'dragon. Nurano grew larger, or appeared to as a result of him raising his hackles. "Your word isn't worth the breath it would take to utter. Scum." Had Cass not shown an aversion to hitting the creature (he could not bring himself to call it a 'dragon), he refrained. It would have been easy, however, to hurt him. With Cass and her strength, and Nafel with her unknown Spirit-form, things could get mighty interesting. However, he left it for now.

Nafel stepped forward, however. She hopped around Cass, her greyhound-like build serving her well. She stared the 'dragon in the eye, her golden eye and green eye showing nothing but bitter anger.

"Freaks who don't fit in? Would you consider me a freak who isn't fit to know the time of day?" She glared at him.

"If it weren't for magic, I'd be worse off than Cass. As it is, I can barely hold my body aloft for the whole day without strong magic, embedded in my muscles. However, I don't see you mocking me. Why is it that those who cannot help but adapt are mocked by those further behind in evolution?" She opened her (large) feathered black wings, blotting out much of the light in the already dim corridor. Nurano stood beside her, making a striking image, as her feathers and his coat were the same deep ebony. They waited for a response, as angry as if the insult had been to themselves. In a way, it had, as Nafel wasn't lying about the magic.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>DarkWolf looked at the female, It was almost completely dark but luckily he had good nightvision.

He hung his head, he was actually smirking when he said "im sorry, i didnt mean what i said" he said in between bouts of snickers "look that is not who iam, i was angry and felt liking taking it on anyone who happened to be there"

Dark closed his eye and tried to think of an ugly,fat naked teacher to control his smirking and laughter.
He succeded  and he held an expression of an ashamed 'dragon.

He sighed as he glanced at the cyborg and tried to avoid looking at her as he stared at the ground

"Iam sorry, will you accept it"  he asked the cyborg but he didnt really care if it would accept his apology because he intented to get out of there and boasts to his mates how he faced down an cyborg and beated it up with ease.</font>

 

<font color='#000080'>Nafel didn't need Cass's reaction to know that the 'dragon was lying. She was fed up with him. Actually, she was fed up and mad. She simply stated a command, "Labesusa." The spell was one  to hold him in careful control, able to keep him aloft and not dead and/or flying away. He would simply hovered about 4 feet off the ground, as that was what she wanted at the moment.

A faint suggestion of a hawk's cry was heard, but thankfully Luthano didn't appear. She doubted that he would know what her Spirit-form was, but she did think that he would tell on them first chance he got. If someone who did know what Luthano was, or thought they did,  heard about it, they were in a mess of trouble.

As she set the spell on him she simply glared. She didn't blink, didn't move, didn't do anything aside from keep the energy needed to maintain a spell.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>DarkWolf snarled in anger as he tried to break free of this weird magic. "lemme go" he snarled at the one who had cast this magic on him. DarkWolf relisased that resisting was no good as he suspicously glared at the female 'dragon with his fulll hatred and anger reflecting in his eyes.

"lemme go or seriously i will rip you apart if iam not let go" he spoke trying to control his trembling of rage as he glared back at the 'dragons. He had extended his claws to its full length, his fangs were bared. He had simply entered the battle alertness without thinking about it as he folded his arms across his chest awaiting the answer.</font>

 

<font color='#000080'>She arched her back. "I doubt it. You have... let's see... Me, who has got a fine magical breeding, as well as a few other tricks up her sleeve, Cass, who could crush you easily, Nurano who is a minor mage and a spy, and Eka, who's fast." She did, however, let him down slightly, her sides heaving from anger and effort. The small outline of a hawk almost appeared on her shoulder, but she gasped and let him drop even more. The hawk went away, and to the passerby, it would've looked like an illusion.

{Well,} she 'pathed to Nurano, Cass, and Eka, {what to do with him? I shouldn't have done this, but he made me so angry! I don't think he'll tell, though. No one knows I'm this powerful who'll tell, and I'm not strong enough to overpower him. Cass wouldn't hurt him because she'd loose her job, and Nurano and Eka are the same as me. Suggestions?}</font>

 

<font color='#000080'>Nafel didn't respond in 'path because it would have strained her too much, but Nurano did. {Don't think he's learned anything, and the way he acts, first thing he'll do is make something up about how we attacked him as he was walking along and helping the little orphan 'dragons....}

Nafel nodded. She set the 'dragon down on the ground, but she held him in place with a mental cage, so that he could move, but not out of a seven foot span of hallway.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>darkWolf fell silent as he heard the communication between the two 'dragons, true he had no talent for this kind of communication but when he was calm he could understand many of the things happening around him. He felt the prickling emotions of their anger and hatred for what he did. He knew some kind of magic had been cast on him but the problems was what magic. He growled softly as he  appeared to yield to their unnerving gaze as he prickled his ears in antipacation. He was not sure why he antipacated someting beyond his understanding as he let himself take deep relaxing breaths, breaths that had been tought to him as an young warrior in the dre-Seynor clan so that he could enter the battle-stance instantly yet he was not preparing himself for battle as he let his eyes gaze ascross the 'dragons.</font>