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[The Price of Loyalty] - Jeanne d'Luc

As the smoke remained from her magic, Jeanne's gaze remained sharply upon the clearing haze. The boy, Ren, spoke of a name, a name she had most certainly not expected to hear. The Foreigner, the man who existed in the tales and legends of old in infamy. A Warlock of the Dusk. Her grasp upon The Ashbringer tightened then, there was no way that she could so easily defeat such a monstrosity. With grit teeth behind an emotionless faceplate, she readied herself for the worst once the Foreigner came into view. Yet she made a mistake, the kind of mistake where with this distance between them, Jeanne could not possibly think that the man would be able to close the distance between herself and tower.

She blinked.

One moment, the demon was distant, and the next moment he was right in front of her.

I-Impossible...

And then there was pain, unbelievable, unimaginably pain as blood sputtered from between her lips. Looking down at the unbelievable agony, she found her situation was about to come to an end. His sword punched cleanly through her armor and through her back without the slightest effort. Though...even in spite of this injury she could not help a sardonic smile. At least she would die to the hands of a worthy opponent, one who obviously outclassed her in every way imaginable. She, let alone the poor other souls who were cleaved and decapitated alike, never stood a chance, and she recognized that now.

Wake up. It's an illusion, child. Shaking her head violently, that voice was speaking again, that voice she had heard just moments before. Looking to her weapon as the sword disappeared and the pain vanished, she attempted to clear her head. This fight is not over yet...he has the girl. Focus. Looking sharply upward to see that the Foreigner now held Fei in his grasp, the Knight stepped forward only to watch as they plummeted into the Dusk below. Sprinting to the edge, small stones falling into the dark marked her toes standing upon the very edge of the cliffside as she contemplated what to do. There was no time, none at all! And it was then that the voice echoed in her head a haunting phrase. It is time we fly, jump off. What? You heard yourself, jump off now! Have faith in the blade you wield!

Taking a few steps from the edge of the cliffside, Jeanne looked to the others. "I am going after Fei. Rappel down and follow me by whichever means you can manage." A few steps further back from the edge, and suddenly Jeanne dug her toes into the ground. I'm trusting you... and the sword responded with a mixed voice. Fret not, just trust yourself. We're one and the same, you know. Such a tone troubled her even further, why was her voice mixing in with the sword's? Sprinting towards the ledge then, Jeanne inhaled deeply and launched herself off the ledge, arcing through the air for a brief second before finally falling to the earth. With the wind blowing through her hair, there was a brief moment of serenity before the ground began to grow rapidly closer.

She could feel the warmth of her sword in her hand, and rather suddenly, it spread to her back.

Wings of blinding light suddenly sprouted from her shoulderblades, each of them as massive as they were beautiful, stretching across as with a magnificent flap of each, her descent suddenly stopped as just as her toes contacted the ground, blowing back the Dusk and surrounding darkness. She had landed safely, and just as quickly as they had appeared, the wings ceased to exist. This...this is madness, that is not the light I know...how are you doing this? We will talk later...for now focus on finding that girl. That demon cannot be much farther ahead. As much as she dreaded that future conversation, Jeanne knew the voice was right. Regain focus, regain purpose, and one will regain conviction. The knight then began to march forward in the search for Fei and the Foreigner.

It was always the goal to write a sexual frustrated, young man. So, what he won't get in PC love, he make up for in pranks. Make sure you hide your panties and bras well, Dantes will be shopping for a new hat once tge RP gets going. All rated PG-13 madness, of course. :DHahaha. Come now. Don't let anyone tell you, you are just another level in a game. You all, ARE the adventure. The dream. The fantasy. The one a good man waits his entire life to find.

As for character growth, I guess that's true. Only Maiev and Alvilda won't have any. Unless Lily pops up and tries to steal Maiev's man! But that's a slap heard 'round the school for another day!Hey, now! Stop sending me mixed signals. Actually, that why I created that female NPC. There's no character growth if he gets the princess (or he gets her, and realizes that love is what he really ever wanted//refuses to sleep with her). The NPC is there for back-up to make sure he gets the proper development.

Buy if Trouble writes Minerva in such a way that she ends up taking the NPC's spot... Well, that would be an interesting twist. I can already see Edmund getting in a fight with Dante to protect Minerva!

Spoiler

 You forget I have control of the second most powerful person in school, and a top notch mage. So, if I make a post about Maiev asking for a meeting with either man, you'll never know if it's really a forged note unless I say so. You're already in the palm of my hand. >:}

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[The Price of Loyalty] - Jeanne d'Luc

All was quiet with the world.

An unsettling, uneasy quiet. The kind where no matter what one could do, something dreadful was about to happen. Tightening her grip upon the hilt of her blade, Jeanne focused on the silence, listening for the slightest sound to give away the movement of an adversary. It was almost painful, this silence. Each second that ticked by seeming to last an eternity as the one who had survived the tribunal finally joined them. She had not the chance to learn his name however, as suddenly a scream pierced the silence. Quickly, her gaze shot to the source, and she found it to be dismal. T'was Fei, with a painful looking hole that perforated her shoulder. A quick study found the wound to not be fatal, even as the crimson began to rapidly spread, and it was then that she spotted the figure atop the tower after following Asher's horrified gaze.

It was a monstrous creature of the dusk. Monstrous. She could feel the menacing presence, and now it was in plain visible sight for her to see. However, the most critical thought in this moment was that she desperately needed to buy the group time. To slow down this creature's already costly assault, raising her blade so that the flat kissed her faceplate once again, such a trademark rather found a second of hesitation as she heard something chime forward in her mind.

Allow me to assist us this time.

It was that voice! The very same voice she had once heard in the forest when she had first drawn her sword, and the very same voice she hears echoing in her dreams. The blade itself felt so comfortingly warm in her grasp then, and her gaze glanced downward towards it. The will of such a weapon was telling her what to do, it spoke to the Knight in ways she couldn't comprehend or understand, all she could know is that the voice whispered so gently in turn a final time.

He's so close...and so angry. We must be that which cleanses his fury. His fury? A quick glance looked towards not Garm, but his weapon. Why had she looked that way, why was she so focused on such a blade? Something, or someone was pushing such a train of thought upon her. Shaking her head and bringing her consciousness to the forefront, the Knight took a brazen step forward towards the tower, and raised her blade skyward. "Let me be that which cleanses corruption from the land." A singular point of light emitted from the tip of her blade, and several more points created a dotted circle of light in front of the Paladin. "Let me bring retribution to those who brought so much suffering!" Her blade completed the circle then, and the several points of lights extended outward, stretching horizontally across until their figure and complextion became fickle, flickering as if they were white flames.

"Let me be the paragon to which brings light to the darkness."

With a deafening roar as the wind tore about them, even parts of the dusk would be driven back as several blades of white flame tore through the air at the dusk ridden monstrosity that stood atop the tower. If he was going to stand back and damage them from afar, he was going to pay a price for it. For as they closed the gap in little more than the blink of an eye, the moment the blades drew near, they erupted with immense destructive energy. A concussive wave of brilliant light erupting upon him from several directions at once as the top of the tower, once masonry and stone, would be reduced to little more than dust. Jeanne held her blade to the side then, as traces of holy magic dripped from her blade and into the hole that Fei had suffered, to at least slow the bleeding, and ease a little pain.

Yet she was still vigilant, even with the rapid breadth passing from her lips as she pushed her body to recover from the use of magic. For she believed that her adversary had not been defeated quite yet, she glared at their surroundings as she had hoped to buy them some time to help Fei recover.

All your food belongs to Camus :>

I left him outside to harass Rayne. But he'll swing by later to taste your eggs. =3

You wish he was using Dusk to attack. The two Orients would know what he's using.

...I don't know, actually. Why do you? ~_~

[The Day before School Begins] - Minerva Fairchild

Everything begins with the smallest little buzz, the tiniest little change in the course of history, and little did Minerva know, that change was going to happen today.

"Miss, don't forget your lunch!" Cried out a man's voice from within a small apartment, as the rumblings of discomfort echoed forward from a door. "And really, must you stay here? What of your father's estate? He is gone, but it doesn't mean you need to be either!" Another voice then responded with an utterly defiant tone. "Well, Jeeves, I don't want to have to deal with my classmates having to travel an hour if we wanted to study. That, and living in a huge mansion all by oneself isn't very pleasant either. I like small, and simple, not huge and overly elaborate." More sounds then of the last seconds of preparation to depart came forward and the door to a small, humble, but comfortable apartment swung open.

"Really Jeeves, really? Must you follow me here too?" A smooth but tempered voice whispered as the door slowly creaked shut and locked properly into place. If one were to peek round' the bend of a corner, their eyes would see a girl with a book beneath her arm and a intriciately engraved cavalry saber resting upon her hip. Today was a good day, at least she initially thought. Today was the day she would get the wander about the school grounds some and get to see if there were any changes from the previous year. Walking upon the grounds, she could see a speckling of students who were quite curious as well, whether they were new, or veterans alike.

Moving into their dorms, new houses, or anything of the sort really, and she sat rather comfortably upon a bench and just watched the people and day traverse by. Propping open a book then, as she rested her father's saber across her legs, Minerva allowed her mind to simply get lost in the hopefully countless pages of a good story. With a slight smile as the course of the story seemed even more enrapturing than the last, the Fairchild was forced to pause as she heard something amiss. Tilting her head so that she could peek outward from the side of her book with curious hues of gold, her eyes settled upon a group of boys, aged Juniors up to Seniors surrounding what appeared to be a Freshman.

With sudden violence, his books were knocked to the ground and he would shortly join them afterward as the group loomed over the boy. She already knew that this wasn't going to end well. Snapping her book shut and setting it down upon the bench, the Fairchild calmly rose up to a stand, slinging her Saber back about her waist properly before finally striding forward towards the conflict with deliberate confidence. If there was anything she had inherited from her family line, it was the arrogance and confidence in her own prowess to stand on her own. Just as fists began to be drawn back, her voice echoed forward to put a stop to the violence.

"Hey! Stop this immediately." She flatly uttered, loudly enough for them all to hear. With an ominous chuckle the five boys turned their attention to her and cracked their knuckles. "Eh?" One spoke up, with such a chauvinistic grin as he strode towards her. As her eyes settled upon him after they flickered about the ranks of the five, she realized that he was the leader and the eldest. A Senior. "We aren't doing anything but a bit of a welcoming party for a newbie. Piss off." Minerva lofted a brow then and tilted her head to the side with a condescending smile. "And if I refuse?" His reaction was immediate, with his arm extending back to send a reeling punch towards the girl. However, her reaction was immediate as well. One moment she was standing there, and the next she was not. Having seemingly just moved through the boy, the previous split second her Saber was in its sheath, and the next it was drawn and held casually at her side with the runes glowering in a malicious white light. The previous second, her eyes were gold, and the next were in encompassed in a crackling sapphire electricity.

The boy's clothes literally fell into finely shredded ribbons. Leaving him bare and exposed for everyone to see. With an embarrassed fluster, the boy fled with his stunned compatriots and left their victim there with Minerva just a few feet away. Slowly, Durendal returned to it's sheath, and Minerva walked foward and crouched in front of the Freshman. Catching his name off the letters inscribed upon a notebook as she helped him pick up his things. "Edmond was it?" She cheerfully quipped, stacking the notebooks neatly and handing it to him. "Trust in the thought that not everyone at this school is so cruel, would you like to grab a bite with me for lunch?"

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[Present Day]

The Opening speech went quite well, she had to admit. Better than the last time when someone flew a car into a tree the previous year. Alighting a cheerful High-Five to her headmistress as she strode by with great humor and laughter aside. They were designated to cook? She didn't quite have a partner for such a measure, and then again she was never the biggest fan of breakfast foods. More often than not, her breakfast consisted of an easy bowl of cereal in milk as she was pretty lazy when it came to such a meal. After all, she wasn't the greatest Morning person, never was. Lofting throughout the tables, she found herself a station with a slew of ingredients.

Tying an apron about her waist, she whispered to herself first."Let's see...what does Jeeves make every now and when?"

Cracking some eggs and setting the pan to a low heat, Minerva stirred up the would-have-been poultry and mixed them thoroughly. Once so accomplished, the next came a crisp onion, fresh green and red pepper, and some diced Roma tomatoes. Tossing these together in a bowl, she eggs would find themselves scattered across the pan smoothly. With the low heat, the bright yellow mixture soon changed into an altered, opaque texture. As if she were making some sort of egg pancake. However, the delicious mixture of vegetables soon found themselves upon each pancake of egg, and shortly followed by some spicy, chopped up Carne Asada (Southwest Steak).

Gently then, with a smoothly guiding hand, Minerva folded up the eggs over the vegetables, and it soon became obvious what she was making. A Western omelette. Neatly folding the flaps over, each omelette she was working on soon emanated such a delicious, inviting smell, which only grew more inviting as a mixture of sharp cheddar and swiss cheese soon found themselves draped over the part where the envelopes came to a close; sealing all the invigorating flavor within each omelette at the end. With the first four made, the plate soon found itself weighed down by each omelette, and decorated with a small sprig of parsley.

Proudly, she would dust off her hands once before getting back to work. "There!"