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| Imp of Chaos | May 27 2010, 09:04 AM Post #21 |
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In the otherwise calm woods there came a shuddering crash... crash... crash and a warbling tenor voice sang out, rudely interrupting the natural noises of the area. "Soup of the evening, beautiful soup... beaueaueaueaueautiful souououououou..... YAGH! FFFFuuuuuu" a small mandolin was promptly dropped on rocky ground as the singer scrambled wildly at his shirt, tearing it off and vehemently flinging it in the same direction as the mandolin. Will sat, panting, on the back of his velociraptor steed, R2. He was certain he'd felt something big and nasty drop onto him from above and crawl into his shirt - hence the swift disrobing. R2, who had been irritated for some time by Will's singing, promptly took the opportunity to stomp on the offending noise-maker. The blind weapon winced at the tortured shriek and crack his instrument made as it gave out. For a moment, all was glorious silence while Will checked to make sure the creepy crawly had been thrown from him. Then, cautiously, he slid down the side of R2 and with his partial transformation, an arm-cane, picked his way over the rocky terrain to where his shirt and sadly smashed mandolin awaited him. Will prodded the mandolin, before picking it up. Strumming a chord, the teen found (to his delight) that it still made noises. Not loud noises or nice noises, but ... it was still good. He didn't know how to play the mandolin in any case, he had simply found it on the last person he had killed. If he had been a lesser man, though, he might have been weeping over the loss of his closest companion of the last two days. He had even gone so far as to name it - Fido. "Don't worry Fido! We'll find you a DOCTOR!" cried Will melodramatically, "And I'll never let anyone harm you, EVER again!" Remembering the reason he had dropped Fido in the first place, Will cautiously reached out to pick up his shirt. Something ran over his fingers, and with a very high pitched shriek, Will yanked them away before using the already crushed mandolin as a battering device to kill the ... whatever-it-was. The mandolin made a few noises in protest, but Will was more interested in what had become of the creepy crawly. Reaching down, his fingers met with paper. The blind boy frowned. He had been expecting splattered bug remains, not litter. The tall, white haired teen brought the paper up to his face, sniffed it, and gave it a tentative lick. Unable to work out anything further the boy balled it up and tossed it over his shoulder. Useless. Trying out the shattered mandolin once more, Will vaulted himself onto R2's back with the ease of practice. His shirt was covered in mud, so it would be more comfortable if he could wash it before continuing his journey - until that time he wouldn't be wearing it on him. He had no idea how he'd gotten where he had. Pi had dropped him off somewhere and told him to stay put while the choppa was refuelled, but of course, Will had grown bored and wondered off. Now, two days later, he found himself in semi-wilderness with a grumpy R2 and a shattered mandolin. "Beaueaueaueaueautifulll sououououououp.... Beautiful soup so rich and green... waiting in a hot tourine!" Will paused in his singing as R2 let out a roar of protest. The music was even worse now that the instrument had been broken. Will smiled, and replied in a jovial tone, "Why thank you R2! You're too kind... and no, I HAVEN'T been professionally trained in singing, but nice of you to ask anyway. Now kindly shut up and don't interrupt my music!" Will continued his warbling as they trekked through dappled light. Soon, however, the roar of a waterfall became apparent. Will decided to take the opportunity to rest, relax, bath, wash his clothes, and maybe go for a bit of a swim. With those pleasures in mind he directed R2 to take him towards the water, and cautiously began to explore the waterfall area. R2 chose to rest in the shade. Why he was still hanging out with Will, even the dinosaur kishin-egg didn't know, but their battle in Diablo's Bowels had formed a connection between freakish dinosaur and irritating human boy that seemed unshakable... if not a little shaky. Will stripped off his pants before wading into the icy waters, taking his shirt with him. While he was away, R2 quietly kicked the mandolin into the water, and it started to float away like a little, badly built boat, before eventually sinking to the bottom. |
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| Wolfmoon | May 27 2010, 12:55 PM Post #22 |
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Heru grumbled and finally stood up stretching his legs, though it had been nice to sleep in an actual bed it had made his muscles stiff. Moving slowly he opened the door and sniffed the air again walking into the hall before scenting out Beryl and following it to the group of people. He couldn't help but be slightly grumpy. "Morning already??" Heru moved closer to the small group claws clacking on the floor, feet unwrapped. Something was off about most these people here he just couldn't put a finger on it. He stopped a few steps away from everyone before smiling at Beryl. "Good morning." Heru nodded to her and smiled softly before looking at the wool witch and then to the male. Holding back trying to sniff them, damn you wolf instincts..... The wolf yawned showing off his long canines. |
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Who's gona save you when the stars fall from your sky? Who's gona pull you in when the tide gets to high? Who's gona hold you when you turn out the light? I won't lie, i wish that i was your superman tonight... Heru Profile Partner: Witch Beryl Rensuke Profile Partner: | |
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| geomease | May 27 2010, 01:45 PM Post #23 |
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Alas poor Aries, all she wanted to do was sleep, however cruel fate had other plans. A strange person hovered over her and began to poke and prod at her asking if she was this "Beryl" character she was supposed to find. In response to the intrusion to her peace a cover of cushion like wool formed a barrier between her and the mans prodding. She rolled onto her side and away from him and tried to continue her resting. However that would not be allowed as a witch floated up and began to painfully tug at her ear lifting her out of her sleep. "Get up! Sleeping in the hallway isn't permitted! You look like a bum! On your feet!" "Oww oww oowwwwwww! *yawn* I'm up alright... hmmm wanted to get some more sleep so tired... here grandma Alexis told me to give you these..." She lazily replied as she sat up on her bed of wool and handed the witch a small box and a letter. The letter was from Alexis as a recommendation of her granddaughter. Dear Beryl Greetings, my name is Alexis and this here is my great great granddaughter Aries. As you can tell she is a witch, like myself, however she has a few issues ith drive and enthusiasm. Try as I might I cannot motivate her into becoming a proper witch. I was beginning to give up hope when I received your letter of invitation to your "reform" school. She is in desperate need of reforming if she is to become a great witch. While her magic is not very destructive it could prove useful if used or paired with another more destructive witch or fiend. Lacking any real drive the only thing I've found that can motivate her into action is force or intimidation. I'm sure you and your students can find SOME use for her if you know what I mean. Enclosed is a gift to help you discipline her, it is most effect in getting her to obey and be compliant. While she is still family I understand that there may be the need for Forceful cooercion to be used in making her complaint. In any case you have my permission to use any and all means of cooercion to getting her whipped into shape. Sincerly, Witch Alexis The box was made of solid oak and inside on display was the latest model of electric portable sheerer. It was designed to sheer through even the thickest wool without harming the sheep. The implied use of the instructions made it fairly obvious what it should be used for. Aries gave another yawn and laid back down on her fluffy wool bed. It began to hover off the ground about a foot. "Ahhh so sleepy, is there a room I can have or something, I'd like to take a nice long nap now..." She moaned her floating bed circling and hovering around Beryl. She was ready to set up show in her room and take a nap, all this taking and fulfilling duties was so tiring, she needed to catch some sleep thats for sure. |
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| WoodlandBeef | May 27 2010, 10:55 PM Post #24 |
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The dark skinned man’s features gradually curled into a disappointed frown as what seemed to be a soft barrier of wool grew and blocked Chike’s end from prodding the woman. That and the fact the busty woman rolled away from him only mildly irritated the shaman yet somewhat amused him at the same time. Suddenly, another woman, although this one was much shorter and more girlish in appearance, floated over and yanked on the sleeping, wool-clad woman’s ear and (assumed painfully) stood her up with a sharp authoritative and annoyed tone. "Get up! Sleeping in the hallway isn't permitted! You look like a bum! On your feet!" Gituku studied the aggressor carefully and quickly noted the large horn-like protrusions on her head. It seemed she was a witch as well, although he was unsure of her name. "Oww oww oowwwwwww!" the wooly woman groaned and yawned as the shorter female asserted herself. "First of all, I need to know why you're here. Did you get an invitation or are you here from word of mouth about the school? If you got an invitation, I'd like to see it and something to prove who you say you are. Last thing anyone needs is to have some tasteless mongrel from Shibusen trying to sneak in here and murder my students." the shorter witch declared. Gituku smiled genuinely at her words as she seemed quite eloquent in putting down their mutual nemesis with great expectations. The dark skinned man would not ignore her request though and rummaged around his form for what he needed. "I'm up alright... hmmm wanted to get some more sleep so tired... here grandma Alexis told me to give you these..." the bustier woman replied with drowsiness still present in her voice before handing over a letter and a box. The other woman, who by now Gituku assumed was Beryl, handled her business with the lazy woman who whined once more about wanting to sleep. The tribal warrior narrowed his eyes with a wry smirk, taking the moment to peer around the two conversing women to observe a younger male he was unaware of earlier. The boy looked somewhat bestial, almost canine-like, but Gituku was unsure and not ready to make judgments because of the dim lighting and lack of introductions. Before the tattooed warrior could make any attempt at beckoning to the teen to inquire about him, the witch with the horns garnered his attention. Gituku smiled warmly at the woman and bowed, pausing when he heard a subtle unpleasant tune breach his eardrums. The shaman blinked at the ground thinking it was only a hallucination, before righting himself and holding out his hand. A centipede rested in his palm and scuttled across his fingers as Gituku twirled his hand about, mystically producing the letter Beryl sent out. “Might this satisfy your inquiry milady?” his asked with a deep chuckle, "I am Gituku P'aqo, a shaman who greatly opposes the Evil Shinigami, at your service" he stated firmly thumping his spear-clutching fist against his chest. |
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| Problematic | May 28 2010, 06:10 PM Post #25 |
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As Problematic as Problematic Can Be
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"Good morning, Heru," Beryl began by addressing the wolven weapon with a pleasant business smile. "I was just verifying the identities of my two newest students before they're properly enrolled. I should only be a moment." She took the moment needed to read Aries' note, eyeing the box in confusion before she opened it up. How... interesting... "Ah, Alexis... I've heard of her. I've heard she can be incredibly creative." At that she lifted the sheep shearing tool from it's box, conveniently at the exact same time that Aries lost all interest again, and flicked it on. It hummed into life, subtly vibrating in Beryl's grip as she lifted it to her face in order to closely inspect it. "Creative indeed... I suggest you pay attention, girl. We have rules, regulations... and sleeping arrangements to discuss. I'd rather not have to strip one of my student's of every last ounce of her dignity on her first day." As she spoke she waggled the device threateningly in Arie's direction once she was in front of her. "Once I'm positive you're paying attention to me and not dozing, things will move much quicker and you can take your nap." At that she turned to directly speak to her final visitor, taking the invitation that had been sent to him and glancing it over quickly before beginning to talk again. "...Looks genuine." And at that she rolled it up, the paper immediately assuming the form of a centipede again as it skittered its way quickly up her sleeve. "Welcome, Mr. P'aqo. It's excellent to see that more than those of the witch and kishin persuasion are truly opposed to Shinigami and willing to stand tall before him," she spoke with a deep curtsey. "Now then," she began again to everyone, "for the rules-" She was interrupted quickly, blinking as one of her many centipedes came frantically clicking across the floor before climbing up her foot, spiraling its way up her leg and vanishing beyond the expanse of her skirt. "...We seem to have a problem... Do what you will and make yourselves comfortable, but don't travel far for this should only take a moment." And at that she barreled out in full-speed flight, swinging the large double doors of the school open with little effort and continuing on through without skipping a beat. No sooner had she left the cover of the waterfall than she found who was assumedly the culprit, though he didn't seem to immediately notice her. She hovered silently just above the water for a moment before finally sighing and beginning to speak loudly above the noise of the nearby waterfall. "Were you the one who abused one of my messages?!" she demanded to know, crossing her arms under her chest. |
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| geomease | May 29 2010, 01:56 AM Post #26 |
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Her bed was so comfy and soft, she was getting some good sleep, Beryl was talking about her grandma, a stern woman who'd often force her to do *shudder* work. She was content to continue sleeping until she heard a certain buzzing that haunted her dreams. At once a flood of memories came flooding back, the fear and humiliation of being sheared and stripped naked in a bustling city and left to find her own way home, the numerous bad haircuts she'd be given. Her eyes snapped open and she rolled away and fell off the bed of wool and stood straight up her hair on end as she waved her arms up in protest. "N-n-n-n-nyooooo! It takes forever to grow it back this thiiiick. Please d-d-don't shear me I'll be good I promise!" She pleaded a look of timidness and nervousness on her face. She was now sweating hard that the threat of shearing was on the line. "Creative indeed... I suggest you pay attention, girl. We have rules, regulations... and sleeping arrangements to discuss. I'd rather not have to strip one of my student's of every last ounce of her dignity on her first day." Aries pouted and began to shake as Berly threatened her with humiliating her in front of the whole school on her first day. She'd never live down that embarrassment. She'd her to cover her face all the time so as to not be laughed at! "Yes yes of course Aries will be good she promises!" She declaired getting a desperate and scared look on her face. Beryl checked out the credentials of the other larger man. and seemed to be satisfied with them. However something seemed to come up and she suddenly rushed outside. Aries looked around nervously and lanced at the dark skinned man's scantily clad form. Her face turned red and she looked away. She shifted her eyes back towards him and turned redder sweating beginning to pour down her head. It was beginning to be to much, how can anyone dress so little. "H-h-hey put some clothes on you it's not right to have to look at you showing off your body like that!" She shouted covering her eyes with her hands and looking away again. She didn't seem to have any problems with dressing scantily herself but seeing other dress that way made her ever so embarrassed. |
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| Wolfmoon | May 29 2010, 03:20 AM Post #27 |
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Heru smiled to the others still slightly confused about this school but as long as he had a place to sleep and something to eat he was content. It was a big plus that me might get a meister out of the deal also if Beryl accepted to wield him. Shivering slightly as he watched the sheep girl and grinned to her showing his long fangs. Eyes catching the sight of that little centipede shivering a little not liking the little bugs. As Beryl quickly went outside, like a dog following it's owner he walked behind her looking to the strange man in the water. Ears perked up atop his head unsure of what he wanted here but he was willing to stay close to Beryl and the sheep girl just in case he was for some reason needed. He'd heard of how powerful witches were but he didn't want to take the chance that it was wrong. |
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Who's gona save you when the stars fall from your sky? Who's gona pull you in when the tide gets to high? Who's gona hold you when you turn out the light? I won't lie, i wish that i was your superman tonight... Heru Profile Partner: Witch Beryl Rensuke Profile Partner: | |
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| WoodlandBeef | May 30 2010, 12:10 AM Post #28 |
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"Welcome, Mr. P'aqo. It's excellent to see that more than those of the witch and kishin persuasion are truly opposed to Shinigami and willing to stand tall before him," the witch curtsied. The shaman felt elated at her words and smiled largely in response. “It is with great pride and honor that I take up the sword against the Shinigami alongside you all” Gituku replied earnestly. He kept his gaze focused on Beryl as she was about to go into detail on the rules of her facility, but abruptly stopped as a centipede crawled up her leg. The shaman felt his eyes follow the creature and disappear into only the spirits know where under her skirt before Lady Beryl excused herself and bolted for the entrance. The bewildered shaman watched Beryl barrel out the doors leaving Gituku, the busty woman, and the unidentified fellow inside. The shaman turned to give the other two a studious glance and found the woman scantily clad in wool blushing furiously, yet taking shy glances at Gituku. He furrowed his brow in confusion until she gave off a cry. "H-h-hey put some clothes on you it's not right to have to look at you showing off your body like that!" the woman shouted and hid her face in her hands once more. Gituku laughed heartily at her antics, his deep voice carrying throughout the hall for a few moments before reaching out and gently patting the woman on her bare shoulder. “My fine madam, I feel that with all due respect…you shouldn’t be criticizing another’s apparel” Gituku said to her with a laugh and gestured to her own scantily clad form. The shaman smiled kindly at her as the other male being sort of trotted past them and followed in the direction Beryl had bolted towards. Gituku got a better look at the boy when he got close and noticed his definite canine appearance with ears atop his head and claws on his fingers and toes. ‘Interesting…’ the shaman thought to himself. The boy disappeared out the main doors as well, and Gituku felt compelled to see what the disturbance was. He turned to the wool-clad woman and nodded to her. “Madam, you are welcome to accompany if you wish, but I feel the need to see what is going on outside as well” Gituku stated with a bow and then made his way for the door. Upon exiting through the doorway, Gituku spotted the wolf boy watching Beryl eagerly while Beryl was busy reprimanding a person bathing in the water. Judging by the tone of Beryl’s voice, she was not pleased at all either. When Gituku turned to get a better view of the individual, his eyes widened and he grinned happily for it was none other than his familiar comrade Jack who had insisted that Gituku refer to him as Will now. Will was bathing in the water with his apparently trusty steed, R2, an acquisition from Diablo’s Bowels not too far off. Taking a few more steps closer to Beryl and the water’s edge Gituku spoke up. “Lady Beryl, do not fret. I am familiar with this fine young man and we have fought alongside each other several times. You must pardon him for he lacks sight, but makes up for it in many other aspects” Gituku whispered to the witch before wading a little ways into the water. “Will? Will! My good friend! How goes your ventures?” Gituku called out to the blind boy. |
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| Imp of Chaos | May 30 2010, 01:20 AM Post #29 |
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"Were you the one who abused one of my messages?!" Will froze. There was a voice talking but he’d sensed no one approaching... Had he finally gone mad? Why was his inner voice an angry female? Wait, a message? How does one even abuse a message? Feeling rather baffled by the turn of events, Will’s soul percept flickered to life. There seemed to be someone quite close by. The vibrations their soul was giving off were enough to make it clear they were powerful... and angry. Will smiled blithely, “Well if anyone abused anything, then it was probably me, but I don’t remember anything recently? So I don’t see how I could have... because I’m blind, BLIND JO – “ Will was cut off rudely halfway through his blind joke. The voice, however, he was intimately familiar with. A friend who had been with him in the group with Moriarty, who had fought alongside him in Diablo’s Bowels, and who he had now run into yet again, by pure coincidence. Coincidence, luckily, wasn’t something Will tended to question. “You must pardon him for he lacks sight, but makes up for it in many other aspects... Will? Will! My good friend! How goes your ventures?” Will smiled, happy to be amongst friends, before realising he was wearing nothing but his undies. He didn’t have the decency to be embarrassed, but could hear R2 shifting nervously from one foot to another on the bank. Clearly the dino didn’t feel entirely comfortable. There were a few splashes as Gituku waded out towards the blind weapon, “My ventures are going well! But if we stay in this cold water any longer I fear my other aspects may be entirely frozen off before I get to tell you anything more.” Stepping backwards slightly to keep his balance in the constantly shifting waters, Will’s foot found something on the bottom that felt familiar. Ducking his head under for a moment he resurfaced with Fido, and a happy grin. “I nearly forgot my mandolin! It must have wanted a bath as well!” The mandolin was a very sad affair, dripping, soaked, smashed and thoroughly abused, it was a wonder it was still (mostly) in one piece. No doubt it would also warp as it dried out. With a sharp whistle, Will called out to R2. He turned toward Beryl, still with a grin. “I’m sorry about your message lady, maybe you could tell it to me inside? Do you have a fire? I have wet clothes...” Will trailed off hopefully, holding his wet shirt in one hand. His pants were still on the bank, but Will was more inclined to just wander around without them on. |
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| koffy | May 30 2010, 01:27 AM Post #30 |
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Centipedes, not one of Raizen's most favorite creatures on the planet, but when one brings you a message bearing the directions to a place to go, and train? how could he not let the creature live. Examining the message, the hidden place was but a few days travel from his home, and would be a fine place to gain power, so he hastily packed a few previsions and went on his way. Leaving the town for the first time in a few years he made his way into the world on foot, keeping the centipede close to him for directions. The days passed by fast, when he came upon a river that went along the path to the location he needed, he started to follow the bank. He might like the look of water but he tried not to get too close to it in fear he would fall in. Another two days passed before he reached the location indicated on the map. Upon reaching the area he was stunned to see what was there. a mount was on the river bank, while a man bathed in the rivers waters. Raizen held himself as he saw this site, and shudders, then looked up to see a Witch flying above it all, a man who's skin was dark enough to rival his own, and a small boy who from where Raizen stood looked to be animalistic. Raized said nothing as he reached this event, and as he stood and watched he almost hoped not to be seen as he now stood near the mount. He watched nervously, as he stomach started to growl from hunger. Quickly the centipede crawled from where it rested in his shirt pocket and down the river bank, getting as close as it could to its master. Edited by koffy, May 30 2010, 01:29 AM.
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