OOC: This is mainly between myself, Madgirl and excube (if excube shows up...) If you wish to join in, ask Moi (Kari_Dragon O'course). This is a continuation of... -starts counting various threads- I'm just a shy little female Pendragon.... (Ramathian Scrolls) Darkness Approaches (Ramathian Scrolls) Lost in Thought (Ramathian Scrolls) Kjetta in the Staffroom (Ramathian Scrolls) Giving up? (Ramathian Scrolls) A Dark Alliance (Manik Swamplands) Waiting... (Ajita, Floating Island mainland) Basic Fighting Skills (Janardan Academy) Recovering (Ramathian Scrolls) Hanging in the Cafeteria (Ramathian Scrolls) Yeah, its alot to look through... ^^ But I would advise you look through them all before you join in so you know whats going on ;) and most are pretty short. And Madgirl, can you start us off? :S I have to go x.x
ooc: with pleasure ^__^ ic: <font color=seablue>10 Mia Year 4 After managing to escape the discovery of Misha and Tiny by Esper, Lukia finally managed to make it to Falcon's dorm, out of breath and breathing heavily. She skidded to a halt and fell in a heap on the floor, her dark midnight blue coloured hair falling about all over the place. She looked about the corridor, pleased to see it was clear and wondered where the others had got to..... She wanted to get some flute practice done but she couldn';t get into the room to get her flute...</font>
OOC: 'ere I am. Sorry for the wait. IC: The heavy sound of iron-clad feet slamming at the stone floor echoed through the empty corridors. Usually, they wouldn't be empty at this time the of day, but since everyone was locking horns over empty plates... Well, nearly everyone. Unluckily for Misha, one of the part-time teachers happened to bump into her. And since he were in a bad mood, a VERY bad one, he pointed the pipe of a slightly rusty gun at her. <span style='color:purple'>"A gun? You must be joking, shorty."</span> The teacher, a rather short one, twitched and held the gun as close to Misha's face he could. <span style='color:green'>"Not any gun, lass! This little thing can shover your dumb head with boiling acid!"</span> Misha just grunted.
Falcon and Tiny pushed their way into Falcon's dorm, feeling lucky that they were able to get in the dorm without anyone seeing them. He scanned those now present in his dorm, Lukia, Tiny and... Misha? He spun around to see Misha, caught by a teacher. Just great... I'll never forgive myself for this... He jumped infront of Misha and slapped the gun out of the teacher's hand. Hey, it's alright, the circus clown is with me and there is no need of such weapons for small fries like her. My dad knows she's here and that is good enough, so if you'd be on your way before I decide to report to my dad that you are using weapons in a siduation where it is highly unneccessary. He let out a low growl.
<font color=seablue>Lukia had followed Falcon out of the door of his dorm, her head poking out form behind the door and she gulped. Hard. Her eyes sparkled with fear for Misha and for Falcon. Yes sir....She...she is here to see me.....Sh...sh...she is my aunt... Mister Esper said it was ok.... She said scared half to death. Her voice was quite quiet but loud enough to be heard and because she was scared, she stammered. And she knew she'd just told a lie....she hated lying......... She hope the teacher would believe them or else they could all get kicked out of the Acadamy.....</font>
<span style='color:green'>"Hmm, well then. Then I guess I should apologize about that threat thing..."</span> Misha turned to Falcon, her armor making a rustling sound. <span style='color:purple'>"Circus clown?"</span> She raised her fist in a threatening way. <span style='color:green'>"Girl, you've got a voilent aunt there."</span> A stupid thing to say. Misha turned around again, this time far faster, and punched the teacher in his face with full force, knocking him to the ground.
OOC: Dang it excube... I was going to get Draco to do that... oh well. Get him into the picture another way... <font color="black">Falcon let out a supressed laugh. Well, was I supposed to say some mad freak trying to kill a three eyed freak? He blinked as Misha punched out the teacher, and then, slapped Misha. Do you want to be caught AGAIN??? He grabbed the teacher in his mouth by the scruff and dragged him four halls down before returning. Well now that is over with... He walked back into his room and shut the door behind Misha and Lukia. Tiny, in all the midst had fallen asleep on the floor. Falcon eyed the now nearly destroyed Serria plushie. Hmm... An evil grin spread across Falcon's face and turned around to Lukia and put a finger infront of his mouth to tell her to be quiet. For Misha, he swiftly grabbed a roll of duct tape and taped her mouth shut. He then turned back to the stuffed animal and grabbed it in his mouth. He then threw it onto Tiny.</color> <font color=yellow>Tiny opened one eye and saw the Serria plush on him. Gyah! He pushed himself onto his hind legs so the plush fell off him then he landed back on the floor. He did a 180 and stared at the thing. Once he had realised it wasn't the real Serria, he turned to Falcon who was now on his back, roaring with laughter, and gave him a look that said 'Very Funny'. </font>
<font color=seablue>Lukia was about to drag Misha inside when she punched the teacher. Oh great! This is all we need...She ran into the dorm after Falcon had dealt with the teacher, now out cold. She watched Falcon grin and was immediately suspicious but he hushed her and she just managed to surpress the giggle which was threatening as she watched him tape up Misha's mouth. As soon as she saw Tiny's reaction though, her laughter rang out, sounding musically and she was laughing so hard, she too was rolling on the floor.</font>
OOC: Do what? Knock the teach? IC: <span style='color:purple'>{Don't you get anything, you thick little brat? I'm trying to protect Lukia here! For the love of... Why am I even communicating with this spoiled imbecile? That helldamned warlock that I saw sneaking around yesterday would probably be easier to talk too!}</span> She removed she duct tape from her mouth, but didn't say a word.
<font color=seablue>Warlock? Lukia stopped laughing almost immediately and turned to face her aunt towering above her. Who? Her voice was quavering again as before.....</font>
<span style='color:purple'>"I'm not sure he was a warlock, but he seemed like one. What other kind of pendragon could emit such an aura of unholy devotion?"</span> She scratched her head. <span style='color:purple'>"Well, i don't know who he is, but if I remeber right, his fur was glowing red, and he seemed to breathe green fire...</span>
<font color=seablue>Lukia listened carefully Green fire? Glowing red? This was getting worse as time went on....</font>
Falcon was getting more and more annoyed by the passing second. He had no clue how long Aurora could keep his father busy and he didn't think it would be long until Aurora was all out of stories. He took a deep breath and supressed his sudden rage. We need to figure out what we are going to do about Tiny and Misha! We can't waste time and warlock or not Misha, it is no reason to attack a teacher! There are vampires teaching at this school and the principal trusts them. If they were any kind of trouble they wouldn't be hired in the first place! He glared at Misha. He didn't like her from the start, and if she was trying to get on his good side, she failed a long time ago. Now, the plan is, me and Lukia will talk to my dad and hopefully Tiny and Aurora can keep you from attracting anymore attention before my dad understands! He took a deep breath. His mood swings seemed to be going up and down with his nervousness. <font color=yellow>Tiny just blinked at Misha. He nearly jumped fifty feet when he heard Falcon's voice at quite a threatening tone. Misha won't be a problem... But.. You feeling ok Falcon? Tiny immediately regretted asking Falcon about his well-being as Falcon turned a menacing stare at him.</font> Falcon didn't say a thing, instead, he made for the door and bashed it open with his skull and waited outside until Lukia had followed before slamming the door closed with his tail, leaving Tiny and Misha alone.
Misha sat down the floor. She had always disliked little brat's, and this... Falcon was the worst she had ever met. She hated him. Meanwhile, outside of the academy, stood a strange pendragon, his face revealing no feelings exept hatred. <span style='color:#008080'>"Janardan... academy... How I hate this place."</span> The small, devilish 'dragon next to him grunted. <span style='color:#008080'>"You're right, Panymot. I hate... everything. But I hate this place more than anything in this world! Well, then... Let's go inside. If I can find the source of this place's magic energies, and drain them, perhaps I will be strengthened enough to bring the master to this world."</span> The warlock and his companion both laughed evilly. <span style='color:#008080'>"Then this world will fall to the flames of Destro'nash!"</span>
ooc: sorries! me was in a drama competition and I was too tired to posty *sniffs* me back now... ic: <font color=seablue>Lukia was worried about Falcon. His mood swings were really out-of-character in her opinion. SHe followed him out of the room and stopped outside the door, just as Falcon slammed it. Falcon? Are you alright? What's the matter? You're scaring me.. She said quietly, her deep purple coloured eyes watching him closely, fear quite visable through them</font>
Falcon sighed heavily. His emotions were a bit up and down and he really didn't want them that way. It's just... Falcon had started to speak, but paused in mid sentance. He didn't really know exactly how he could explain his predictament and now wasn't really the time to explain. He rapped his arm around Lukia's shoulder. I'm sorry Lukia, I guess I am still getting angry so quickly... But I can't really explain now... and Aurora can't keep crying her heart out forever... Let's go He let go of Lukia and started walking down the hallway.
<font color=seablue>Lukia watched him, puzzled as he stood there, trying to think of a reply as he paused in mid-sentance. When he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, a tingling feeling flew round her small body inside like electricity running straight through her veins. Her purple eyes showed her confusion in their warmth as he pulled away and suggested they go. She quickly matched his stride and wanted to probe deeper but knew this wouldn't be a good idea. Falcon? What are we going to tell your dad?</font> ooc: sorries... the attack of schoolwork vs me this past week..... should get better now i think....
OOC: Save me from the schoolwork of doom! Nyaaa! IC: <span style='color:gray'>{Ironic, isn't it, dear? You killed me because you didn't want to become completely dependant of me... and now your niece is falling into the same trap. Perhaps she'll fall completely, and become the boy's slave into death and beyond. You don't want that to happen, right? Give him a reward, and that wont happen. And... you do know what the ultimate reward is? Death. Relief from pain, sadness, hatred. Freedom from the sufferings of the mortal world. Kill him! Kill him, and leave nothing left for his soul to return to!}</span> The cool voice pounded on Misha's head like a hammer. <span style='color:purple'>"You're right, Seymour. I'll give him rest."</span> She cackled and got up.
OOC: OMG I am so sorry.. I have been so inactive the past few weeks... I have been neglecting Ramath..... :puppy: <font color="black">"Falcon? What are we going to tell your dad?" Lukia' voice ran through falcon's ebony ears. He never really thought much of this, he was much too concentrated on telling him about Tiny before his dad found out for himself. His emotions were all mixed, he didn't know what to do. I just need to explain to him about Tiny and Misha He continued walking down the hallway, peering into the classrooms that went by until he spotted Esper and Aurora in one. He placed his hand on the doorknob and attempted to turn it, but it was locked. No matter. He inserted one of his claws into the doorknob and it clicked open. Dad, we need to talk. </font> <font color="blue">Esper's ears twitched in the direction of the door as it unlocked. He glanced up from Aurora and to Falcon. Falcon's words reached his transparent ears. Esper was surprised by Falcon's tone of voice, but he could only guess that he wasn't having much of a good day. Calm down and we shall talk then. Aurora, you should head back to your dorm. He walked Aurora out of the room and closed the door behind her, and locking it again. Now what is it you wish to speak to me about?.</font> <font color="black">Falcon breathed heavily. He did need to settle down a bit. Lukia's Aunt is here. Her name is Misha. She is a bit, erm, crazy, but she is mostly focused on taking out Azkora and she can help us. Got the smaller bit out of the way. And, Tiny is here, but he has abandoned Serria. I know you think he can't be trusted, but if it weren't for him, I would never have escaped Serria and Aurora would be dead! You see, he helped me plan my escape... He was never with Serria to begin with. He was only forced to... He could have escaped himself that day... but he threw it away to help me... Falcon was now feeling a bit ashamed now. Tiny could have saved himself, but he instead saved him...</font> <font color="blue">Esper listened intently as Falcon spoke of Misha. She didn't seem to be with Azkora. Though the thought crossed his mind when Falcon mentioned crazy. He nodded, he didn't object to having Misha there. It was only when Falcon mentioned Tiny that he began to emit a low growl. Tiny was a danger to them all, no matter how trusting he may seem. As Falcon explained what had happened, he began to lean a bit more to letting him stay. I'll have to speak with Tiny. We should go back to your dorm. Esper, falcon and Lukia were now making their way back to Falcons dorm.</font> ----------------- <font color="yellow">Tiny was now waiting patiently within the dormitory. All was quiet, not much sound besides the young pendragons that were playing around in the courtyard. He layed his head down to rest. He was a bit tired. His eyes turned to Misha, who seemed to be talking to herself. Who are you talking to? </font>
