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Dark Beginnings; Opening Thread
Topic Started: May 14 2010, 03:02 AM (2,301 Views)
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A stern hand cut off what was to be Will's one hour recital of popular songs played on his mandolin, which was a shame, but then - it was always fun to listen to what Gituku had to say. His voice sounded like thunder when it was far away. Will sat promptly and placed his head in his hands adoringly to listen to the shaman. After Gituku was finished speaking, and Beryl had finished congratulating him on speaking... Beatrix stood. She delivered a threatning speech, and Will could feel a slow, boiling aggression behind her words that made him realise the threat was (in fact) a warning. He had no doubt that Beatrix would attempt to carry through with the intended actions. He wondered when she had started caring so much about innocent souls, and frowned. Before he could think any further on the topic, Beryl interrupted his meditation with a retort, anger ill-concealed, even from the blind boy who only knew about such emotions in theory. Before a fight could break out, Will wanted to throw in his two cents.

“Ah Beryl, what’s a mask between friends? Apart from a piece of plastic or wood? It seems like it harms no one if Beth wants to be called B or Chocolate. I do believe you said ‘Anything else you'd like to not share for the moment is fine’ and it seems like Bartholomew does not want to share his face or name.”

Will’s voice remained pleasant, and it carried over the table in a clear, sing-song way. While Will acted the fool, and indeed sometimes it really wasn’t an act, he wasn’t an idiot. He had been manipulating people from an early age, and he had been Moriarty’s right hand man. In his time he had recruited many people to the cause that were more powerful than himself, and he was still very much alive and ‘kicking’. What Beryl was using now seemed to be a ‘power play’. She had no need to know Beatrix’s face, nor Beatrix’s name. B was enough for something to call the girl after all. It seemed that Beatrix had ired the woman though, because now Beryl was trying to show off her power by forcing Beatrix to reveal herself. As that seemed a foolhardy way to go right now, Will was offering her an 'out' by which she could revoke the power play without a loss of respect.

Will didn’t usually care too much about politics, but he was interested in seeing how the group worked out, and using a ‘power play’ this early might tear the group apart. If forced to choose, Gituku would probably side with Beatrix, as would Will, while the quiet and undecided types would quickly back out of the fight. Either way the group would tear itself apart.

Speaking the words of reason was an unusual role for Will, but he was always keen to try to reconcile things. He didn’t like conflict because he didn’t understand it. Where there was conflict, there were bad tempers, and where there were bad tempers, there was no one to play with.

“I believe Beatrix is just trying to show off her ... preferences. Ones she feels very strongly about.”

Will smiled widely. His blind eyes turned unerringly toward Beryl, and his hand strummed at the mandolin in an absent way, not managing to make any sound emanate from the shattered device.

“We all feel very strongly about something after all, don’t we?” and then he added, just because he’d gone too long without one “I wish I could see where you’re coming from on this, but I can’t because I’m blind, BLIND JOKE... say have you heard the one about the chicken that crossed the road?”
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Raizen listened to the other members of the table speak in silence, they seemed normal until the loud one who was mostly naked before started to yell. He was an annoying one, and one not easily forgotten, and felt they might meet in the battlefield one day, as friends or foes. he was also glad that some one had stopped the mans playing. The shaman began to speak and Raizen listened, and found they were similar in one goal they had, to find a love that had been lost to them both.

Soon the mysterious B had stated talking, causing Beryl and heru to both to stand looking angry, but it was resolved and Raizen watched patiently as Beryl began to speak. she talked about how violence between members of the school. Raizen understood how this would make sense. Raizen felt that things here might work to his advantage, with the goals he has set to eat the soul of Shinigami to gain his power, and to find his lost love Aida.

When Beryl then asked for B to reveal her true identity Raizen's interest peeked, the mask had made him wonder who this woman was with her sharp tong, and hope came that they would find out then. The one named will though made sure things were difficult as he broke in with more of his long wild talk, and then sadly he tried to play again. The man once again yelled out Blind joke and Raizen sighed, what was with him?
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Aries wasn't paying much attention to anyone else in the room, Her eyes were glued to the electric shearer that Beryl was tormenting her with. Sitting down in her seat she had an aura of nervousness about her. However much to her relief she put the shearer after she finished her introduction. Feeling safe for the moment she went back to watching the other students at this new school introduce themselves. There was a mysterious masked woman who called herself B who was threatening everyone if they acted out of line. This made Aries a bit uncomfortable, after all the main reason she was sent here was so she could learn to be a malicious destructive witch, and if this girl would harm her if she did that, and Beryl would shear her if she didn't act like that, then what could she do. The other students seemed taken aback by this rant, but none was more upset than Beryle who strictly addressed the newcomer.

"There will be no punishing of any member unless I deem it expressly necessary, Any violent action taken against anyone without my consent will be seen as an act of aggression and will be dealt with as such. I suggest you check your attitude at the door when next you speak... B... and learn to get along. A good start would be removing that mask and giving your full name to those that may not have heard."

Aries ears perked up at the sound of what Beryl was saying, does that mean that she won't be hurt while shes here, but wait does that means that beryl can have the others hurt her if she says so? She raised her arm and waved it in the air .

"Ooh ohhh ohhhhhh! Umm m-miss Beryl doooes that mean that I won't get hurt here?" She asked bluntly hoping very much so that the others would be nice to her.

"And ummm also I think everyone should just calm down and take a nap, because sleeping is very good and makes you nice and caaaaalm~" She declared. it was a bold move but everyone seemed all tense, so she figured she'd help everyone out by putting them to sleep. She waved her arms in the air and began to chant her magic chant intending to use her sleeping magic to put everyone to sleep.
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To say the least, Gituku was not expecting Beatrix’s reply to come in such an abrasive and rather disheartening manner. He was not unfamiliar with Beatrix’s customs and beliefs, which was in fact one of the reasons he respected her, but to state that bluntly right to the others in the group was both intelligent and suicidal. It put it out there that she wasn’t going to tolerate misconceptions or anything of that sort, but at the same time, was this not a foundation session? They were gathered together to establish a coalition not get at each other’s throats before they could even accomplish a single thing against Shinigami.

The shaman went to put out his deep voice of reason, but it seemed more so that chaos was to ensue in the sense of a high tension with proverbial lightning sparks crackling in the air. Gituku rested his forehead against his palm and sighed as he listened to the exchange between various parties. His own frustration at seeing such disrespectful behavior grated on the man’s nerves and a vein was throbbing on his forehead. Things finally came to a boil and the typically calm, stoic shaman slammed his fist onto the table and bellowed.

“ENOUGH!” His voice reverberated in the confined room giving it a much more impacting effect than normally that Gituku himself cringed slightly. He did not realize he interrupted the woman introduced as Aires until he saw her quivering in her chair.

“You must forgive me for interrupting you Madame Aires…the rest of you, but honestly now” Gituku started bowing to Aires apologetically. “What progress would we make threatening and getting at each other’s throats from the start? Just WHAT do you intend to accomplish…any of you…if we cannot form a stable foundation to this alliance?”

The shaman’s broad chest expanded as he took in a deep breath and exhaled just as deeply. He turned his head to gaze intently at each member present for a good three to four seconds each. “They say the eyes are to the window to your soul, whether they be hidden under a mask, blind, or inadvertently looking elsewhere. I am no seer, but I fail to sense a true dedication to this goal if we act like barbarians and cannot simply get along. We are all here under a vision…a purpose…to see Shinigami defeated; are we not? How do any of you expect to accomplish such a feat if we cannot even have more decency than the Shibu-scum lackeys? We would be no better than that filth that plagues this world claiming it is in the name of justice! Bah!” Gituku spat, folding his arms across his chest and sitting back down in his seat. The man closed his eyes to clear his mind and meditate while still lending an ear to any retorts or replies that would be spoken.
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"Kukuku," what silence was pertained from the man's exclamation was split like timber from the doorway. The sound, a chuckle, bounced off of the ceiling and floor and back again; hearty and sincere. "I'm sorry but, that's just funny," the dark haired young man standing about ten feet from the rest of the group said, directed towards the now seated and cross armed man but, loud enough for all to hear. A fierce blue gaze shot across the room, consuming it's guests varying and, quite honestly, shocking form. Guuho was used to seeing some 'interesting' things but, in this brief moment, his view on the world was shattered, stomped upon and sand blasted. For instance, aside from the giant and kid with the (wolf) ears, there was a sheep...thing. Still, the slight grin that accompanied the chuckle held firm while his back rested against the door frame. Guuho's shaggy black hair was matted to his brow and his chest, exposed because of his unzipped sweat jacket, glistened with sweat. The dirt and rips in the rest of his sweat suit ensemble added to his travel weary look but, still he grinned. Even though all the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end from just the sight of this bunch he stepped forward.

"You don't look like the talkative bunch," he continued, slowly meandering towards the table. His tone could have been misconstrued as mocking but, Guuho was doing anything but. His hands shoved in his pockets and steps slow and wide, "and from the sounds of this invitation it sounds like talking is the last thing you're gonna do." Guuho pulled the piece of parchment from his pocket and placed gently rested it on the table. "That's the only reason I came, after all," he said in a matter of fact tone. "I'm Guuho Susignim. Which one of you is Beryl?" His hands now rested on the table, his back arched as he looked from 'person' to 'person'. Every time Guuho blinked he almost found himself surprised to see that everything he had been taken in was, in fact real.

When he had begun the trip to this rehabilitation and training 'school', he wasn't even sure this place existed. He had only heard word of the Shinigami a few times in all his years. Most of them were from men he had considered even more off in the head than he was. Still, when word of the Shinigami was a buzz it was always during times of 'war'. When his men would disappear completely or were found catatonic or torn to shreds. At those times he would always find himself fighting for his life against someone abnormally strong before long. If that was any inkling as to what was in store for him here, well, the thought of it made him shake with excitement.
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Whatever answer there was to be said, was drowned out immediately by a strange noise. A noise that was given off near the entrance of the cave, quite a bit away, but loud enough to sound and resound and echo and reverbate within the cave itself. A high-pitched squeal from what could possibly be a high school fangirl(although it was most certainly not), followed by a long string of maddening wild cackling that sounded off with a crash following behind, all the while, beneath these layers, a small little 'crunch' could be heard.

AH HEEeee HEEeee Heeee GYAHAHAHAHHAHAH BAHAHAHAHAHHaaaaaaa-HOOOOOOoooooOOOOO!!!! Myyyy. Oh MYYYYY! What a wonderfuuuuul daaaaaay~! the shrill voice cried out in overly joyful tones, the laughing befitting of legally insane psychomaniac, and the shaky words sung in gleeful mode ... though the tone would need a bit of adjustment to make it pleasurable for the ear. But for now, Rusty had touched down, his Wind Rider granting him the ability to travel in the direction that the map he received quite some time ago(whilst he was in South Africa of all places, wrecking havoc for havoc's sake) instructed. Alas, his sense of direction was not perfect, so he had dragged along a human with him prior to reaching the final destination, from which the disgusting being directed him to the true path ... and soaring high above in the sky, he let the human fall first towards the nearby location of 'Beryl's Rehabilitation and Training School '. The gentleman, but not of personality, descended as well, after letting his baggage fall(the source of the small crunch) while swooping in and ululating the best he could(the squeal) before decided to just stick with his high cackle.

"High ho! One ... Two. And off we go, ho ho! Off we go to march! Away to wage the war! Those nasty brats and pansy Death will taste terror to-night! Hyahooo! Three ... Four. From the dark we will arrive, from the shadows we arise, from the shade we have arranged a rendezvous with Death! And unlike many, we shall not faiiiiil that rendezvouuuus! Ehhhahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Five ... Six. And towards his lofty chair, away in his bright lair, we'll come and topple him oveeeeeeeeerrrr! Down, down, down! Deep down! Underground! We'll bury him alive! Beneath mud and dirt, we'll bury the abonimable Shinigami in a tomb fitting for him! One fit for a pauper! HAHAHAHA!!!"

Those were the nonsensical lyrics that Rustius Thanatos Bombardis sang out while proceeding inward to the cave ... true to his last name, he was quite bombastic with it all, not to mention completely uncaring of the fact that his voice was causing miniature tremors in the cave(metaphorically speaking). He just sang out whatever words came to mind that put out his opinion of what the hell he wanted to do ... and quite frankly, destroying Shibusen, laying waste to Death City, and putting Shinigami in an underground tomb for all eternity sounded pretty good right now. And after a few fortunate turns, he made his way into the room where several individuals had gathered ... this being right after his last burst of laughter. In he entered, a somewhat gaunt and overly tall gentleman. After his last outburst, his face dropped into an expressionless state as he popped himself into the room. So it would seem as though he was not the insane madman singing with a ludicrous high pitched voice. Though, his sane appearance could be slightly questioned by the feathers on his arms, the beak like structure protruding from his top hat, and the ginormous candy cane he held with one hand ...

"Good day, or perhaps afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! My apologies for popping in like this all of a sudden! But I presume we're all here for a common goal, no?" he stated asked with a smirk, and a polite bow, while removing his top hat. It wasn't difficult, really, to note that all these people here were most definetly not allies of Shibusen. After all, there were several witches, kishins, and other fellows whose very appearances made it seem unlikely that Shibusen would have let them around. But as to who was what, and what was who, he had not a clue. Though that bothered him none. But Rustius made no move to take a seat, preferring to stand with hat and cane in hand, until the gracious hostess Beryl revealed who she was, so that he could thank her for the message.
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((OOC: Could someone poke Kenpachi and ask him if he plans on posting please?))
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A few days ago, Jack somehow received a letter. And the delivery man was instead a delivery centipede. As questionable as this was, Jack was wondering who had delivery centipedes. It sure wasn't any crime families he had done gigs with in the past. After heading in his motel room, Jack opened the letter.

"To whom this may concern:

The damnable academy run by Shinigami himself is a trouble that has been merely tolerated for far too long. No longer must those of us who dance among the darker pleasures consider when some ridiculous child will come calling to pester us and attempt to liberate us of our souls, successful or not. I write this missive to all those deemed worthy of joining this most memorable cause. With an alliance of Shibusen's foes, both great and small, and much preparation, we'll be able to fell the bane of our existence once and for all and take this world for our own cause!

Enclosed is a map that will lead you to the location of my very own rehabilitation and training school. Inquire at the secretary within and I shall share with you my plan. If you prefer, you may simply walk out at that point without any questions. I do hope you will at least hear me out. I thank you for any considerations.

With Sincerity,
Witch Beryl"


After reading the letter, Jack couldn't help but chuckled. It appeared that some witch was an anti-Shibusen organization. As of now, they weren't even a concern for him, as he was somewhat discreet about how he went about consuming souls. However, it was only a matter of time before he was shit listed by that death god. Besides, he could easily use this as a chance to spread his legacy among the younger attendees.

Besides, he was done with school and college already. And unlike some of his brethren, he managed to keep his method controlled to an MO. Although, he admitted he started slipping, as he would no longer just limit himself to those who tried to stop him mid robbery. Eventually, he was going to devolve even further, breaking into houses not for money, but just for the souls of the poor occupants. Perhaps he could also learn from some of his students and manage to keep himself under control, right?

Which is what brings our evil soul here right now. The tall man had made his way to the location, as directed by the map. At the entrance of the cave, the Armadillo Kishin Egg strode in casually. He was wearing a pair of black dress slacks, held up by a pair of suspenders over a white dress shirt. On his feet were a pair of neatly polished black cowboy boots. On his hands were a pair of black leather gloves. And finally, over piercing red eyes were a pair of shades. His short black hair contradicted his pale white skin. On his back was a massive camping bag, carrying his gear and other clothing.

"Is this the place where we oppose Shibusen?", asked the man with a grin. Of course he knew it was, the evidence was right in front of him. There was a woman with antennas on her head, some tribal looking shmuck, a girl in nothing but sheep's wool, a werewolf looking boy, a masked broad, among others in the room. And he came only behind a mad "gentleman."

Aside from the pale skin and the covering clothes, the man looked perfectly human. Whether it would be known or not that he was a Kishin Egg had yet to be seen. If they needed proof, he would provide it. Despite the pain, it might be the way to earn their trust, and forward his legacy.

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((OOC: Alright, I waited on Kenpachi for far too long so I'm going to be forced to move things along without him. I apologize for such a long wait. I also apologize for the slightly poor quality of this post, but there was so much to reply to that I kept losing my place lol. I promise it'll be better from here XD. Don't worry about this thread taking too long as I'm only letting it go a few more rounds before I ask people to start separating and making new threads. If I missed anything or messed anything up please let me know and I'll do my best to fix it.))

Everyone seemed so eager for a confrontation; from Heru standing in order to prepare a defense to Gituku very literally rising up to let loose a resounding shout and lecture for all. At least it nullified her need to slam the shears back on the table to stop Aries' annoying spell that had very nearly forced a yawn or two past her lips. Everyone had good points in their own ways and Beryl took the silence after Gituku sat again to clear her throat and start anew. B didn't seem to be doing as Beryl had asked of her, but at the very least she wasn't making any more of a fuss so things could continue with the horrible momentum broken that had started with her.

The chance to actually begin was quickly shattered by yet another newcomer, causing Beryl's head to jerk upward abruptly. His appearance caused her brow to lift in slight confusion. He seemed an odd one to mingle with the rest of the room and even seemed slightly bewildered himself if the glimmer in his eye meant anything. Not one to turn down a new member to her school, Beryl levitated up from her seat, floating over the table on her stomach to take a good look at the letter before grabbing it up. With a sharp clap the letter transformed to a centipede and vanished up her sleeve just as the other before it.

She opened her mouth to welcome the newcomer when a cacophony of annoyance echoed through the cave walls. Obviously they had another visitor and Beryl could only hope that it wasn't another like Will... He certainly seemed overly dramatic and loud enough to match him in at least some areas. It made the witch's eye twitch at the thought. Even behind him came another! She was getting so many replies! It was simply wonderful! She really couldn't have been happier at this moment. She'd already expected things to have a rough beginning, but she'd be able to iron out the details as things went along. She'd make a cohesive team out of this bunch of misfits yet.

"Wonderful... all three of you," she addressed them directly with a wary eye in the loud one's direction (it was obviously him as his dress seemed a bit eccentric and once he entered there was no more shouting). "This letter is official so you are obviously worthy, Mr. Susignim. Please, all of you, have a seat while we finish our meeting. I'll be able to address any questions you may have afterward... If you could present your letters as well?" she looked to the obnoxious one and the last expectantly, holding a hand out as she continued to levitate over the table.

"As for everyone else, thank you." She decided to address everyone while she waited for and checked over the latest additions' papers, not giving the loud one any more time to speak until she was finished. "It's good to see that a great many of us are eager to work with and trust each other to take part in our common goal. I will make it known, for Aries' benefit, that any member who purposefully harms another will be severely punished. I will not idly stand by while vigilantes try to destroy us from the inside and I suggest that if any of you have such randomly violent tendencies that you learn to control them through the classes I will actually be running. 'B' did have one point in that such random violence elsewhere may also draw undue attention to our little organization and that's something I'd like to avoid. So you are correct, Aries." She turned her head slightly to speak to the sheep witch. "No one will be harming you. Don't think that means you can slack off either. I trust you'll be plenty motivated even without the threat of physical harm..." Beryl ended on a slightly threatening note that Aries would surely pick up on...

Once the papers were checked and all were seated, Beryl floated her way back to her own seat. She made quick introductions to catch the three newcomers up on who was who before asking them as well to introduce themselves properly.
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Heru tried to relax into his chair, well as much as he could. Watching his partner float back to her seat and the three newcomers. Just what he wanted, a few more loud mouths to join the school. The wolf weapon was outgoing but loudmouths.....that was a whole nother story. He would soon have to show them who the second in command of this pack was. Wiggling in his chair he brought his tail up and started to play with his fur letting Beryl take care of the newcomers.

Yawning slightly he thought sleep might be a good idea, though he had gotten a pretty good nights rest, with so many people showing up it was tiring. He would take better care to lock his door tonight. Though he knew he could take care of himself, With what Beryl said about no one getting hurt it made him feel better that he wouldn't get attacked in the middle of the night. But students would be students and he didn't think a few pranks would be a bad thing.

Not knowing any of the people though, even his own partner he needed to be careful. Unlike the rest he had just found his way here on accident. He wasn't totally against Shibusen yet but he was on his way to it. Being lost in his own thoughts he kept playing with the fur on his tail and then started messing and fussing with his claws thinking about what was going to be for lunch and dinner. The wolfy weapons mind couldn't help but wander, he felt comfortable next to Beryl, even not knowing she was wacky. He planned on protecting her and helping her achieve whatever it was her heart desired. It was the wolf in him that made him very wiling to follow her.
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