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So, otakuboards came back up on my birthday, how cool is that? So no, today is not my birthday, the 21st was. In other news, there's been drama with my family and my apartment got broken into for the second time in a year. But other than that, life's peachy. I have a stalker that I discovered in the time otakuboards has been down, and it's kinda cute. Of course, realizing i think my stalker is doing something cute was my first major clue I'm officially cracked in the head lol

Name: Cyan Realms Age: Supposedly 26 Persona: Gruff, but far nicer than he is willing to let on Mech: Visado Mech animal: black pegusus Mech Persona: Noble Additional note: Fully prosthetic body

I'm just glad Otakuboards is back up and running! It's celebration time!

Eventually, I want to either work in the character development area of video games or do my own comic books. In eight years, i can see myself attending school to get a degree and with a man waiting for me when I get home, encouragimg me to work harder and always backing me up no matter what I do with my life.

[color="#0000FF"][font="Century Gothic"][b]We are a nameless, faceless organization, its servants recruited from the wandering souls of the damned, those souls who have sinned during their lifetimes. We have been called many things in course of history... the seers, the angels, heroes, guardians...and the Unforgiving. We have witnessed the birth of many great nations; cried and prayed through numerous bloody wars and terrible civil uprisings. Guilt can be a powerful motivator, and redemption even more so. We are ordered both for our salvation and the hand of justice to fight evil in all its shapes and forms, and crush it like a cockroach underfoot. We are the shapes and shadows that skirt the corners of your eye. We are the folklore legends; the sirens, the banshees, the sprites... and the ghosts in the attic. You need not fear us unless you are a dark heart; a vile one that preys on the hapless and the innocent. Then heed this warning, and heed it well. We servants will find you, this we promise. For wee will hunt you down like the animals you are and pull you down screaming feet first into the very bowels of hell with no remorse. Some might call it a curse, a life like this, and others a blessing. Our lives are most certainly lonely ones, but fulfilling ones at best. This is our cross to bear, and no other can bear its weight. Someone has to take a stand against evil, why should that stand not be us? Sometimes, on the still nights, you clear your mind of all your wandering thoughts. In the shadows of the night, you might hear the faint whispers of us coming, but if you do, then your life is forfeit.[/b][/font][/color] Upon our so called 'resurrection' our bodies are perfected, expelling all impurities, and are infused with the knowledge that we are damned, brought back from our oblivion with the knowledge of why we are returned to a false life, and who is we serve and why. It is rather like the awakening of the vampire and discovering her new existence, finding all her blemishes and pains gone from her body, and rejuvenated to perfect health. Our bodies are perfected, though it is not without a price. We are forever tormented by the guilt we carried to the grave, and that damnation in turn led to our recruitment for the tasks we now carry out. We all have increased strength, the ability to see spirits, ghosts, and demons, and then pass judgment upon them. It is not that we are more than human, we are not human. We are the living dead, echoes of who we once were. We are living corpses filled with regrets, obsessions, and the desire to save ourselves from damnation for the sins of our lives. Our bodies exist in a state between life and death, eternal yet fleeting. We cannot die, and we cannot live. In a way, we are free, and in others, birds locked within cages constructed of the sins we committed in life. Our bodies cannot be laid to rest, and no matter our injuries, even if we are completely destroyed, we find that our bodies reconstruct themselves and we awaken once more, if only to continue our fight against the evil that perverse the world. Recently, the Organization called upon us to silence the evil that ensnares souls within its web, located in an abandoned city in the southern United States. We are to work with others like us, for the evil is too powerful to be dealt with by a single person, even one such as a member of our ranks. Welcome to the forgotten modern day city of Burmon, a once prosperous city located in the southern region of the United States along the banks of the Mississippi and with a fifty mile distance from the Gulf of Mexico. Perhaps in its early days, it could have become a central mecca, taking the place of New Orleans. With a population of what was once about 30,000 people, it has indeed seen better days. The City of Burmon now lies desolate and abandoned because of the immense amount of supernatural activity as well as the many unfortunate disasters that have plagued the city since its founding, and a mysterious disease that took root in 1984 has since handled all of the rest of its residents. It is said that the town is filled with the restless spirits of the dead, and a town in which it is open season on those who remain among the living, their rights to live meaning nothing. Many of the dwindling number of residents speak in hushed tones of the dark and grisly history of the city, from the butchering of all of the nuns and patients in the now abandoned catholic hospital, to the terrible accident that destroyed most of the Frances Jane Memorial Train Depot. The river that runs through the city played host to the days when paddle boats steamed the mighty Mississippi, and saw many gruesome shipwrecks along its banks due to mysterious circumstances and strangely repetitive occurances. The rundown though once stately Morrison Manor has seen the best and worst times of the town; the history of the structure has been plagued with a blood-soaked past. The Riverside Hotel and Casino was the victim of a fire started by a vengeful son to spite his own father.And yet, these are not the only tales that have emerged from the city. Almost every building or neighborhood in the town has a history, and there are plenty of people who like to journey into the town to catch even just a glimpse of these reported phenomenons. Many who leave Burmon speak of the terror they faced while amongst these aging and deteriorating buildings. Of their tales, they also give one precious, if sometimes foolishly ignored piece of advice. Freak accidents happen to those who mock the dead while visiting this sorry town, and more often than not people will die. And so we have been brought in.These occurrences seem to plague this poor, tragedy ridden city, and to this day many innocents fall prey to the dark forces within this town. What these forces are remains unknown. But that reason in and of itself is why we are here to investigate and lay these poor souls to rest, and to banish the evil perversing the area of the city and surrounding lands. Why is this town so haunted? Why were there so many tragedies? Just what is it in this town that causes all of the activity? Is the area the town located cursed? What evil continues to make puppets out of the poor lost souls who wander here, to forever dance to its tune? We are here to put an end to it and release those trapped here. Failure is not an option for us, and we will not stop until this end has been achieved. Here is the sign-up sheet: Name: (Hi! My name is...) Apparent Age: (How old were you when you departed this mortal coil into your torment?) Actual Age: (nothing older than 100 years, please.) Country of Origin: (What country do you hail from? What is your nationality?) Appearance: (Pictures are fine, though a description is fine as well. Details, details, details!) Skills: (What are you good at? Please, no jack of all trades. Please limit yourself to less than five.) Gear: (Do you have guns? Knives? Cameras? A spork? Handcuffs and a whip? What did you bring with you?) Supernatural Abilities: (These are powers awakened within us at the moment of our resurrection. I leave this open for your imagination; though keep in mind not everything will easily succumb to your powers, no matter how powerful you are. You are allowed to have three powers, and I only ask that at least one be relevant to what did in your life. Remember,all of our senses are more potent, and we each have the ability to Shadow Jaunt. With this ability, each of us have the power to use the shadows to meld into the shadows around us and teleport ourselves up to 100 feet in any direction, as long as we have line of sight to it.) Biography: (What was your life like? What happened to you to cause you to be revived as a tool of the Organization? Who were you?) Character Snippet: (here is where you write about one of your missions assigned to you before the current mission. Or maybe your own resurrection.) As an example, here is my own sign-up: Name: Angel DeVaros Apparent Age: 23 Actual Age: 53 Country of Origin: United States Appearance: Angel is usually seen dressed in a pair of sleek, stylish black jeans, and on his feet are a pair of Italian combat boots. His abdomen is clothed in a rather tight black dress shirt, the cuffs and top two buttons undone. Over this is a simple tuxedo style vest, buttoned in the front. His face can be described as aristocratic, being that his pointed features are reminiscent of those of nobility. He wears a simple pair of half-moon spectacles much like those worn in the late sixties. His hair is a brilliant red, much brighter and far more eye-catching than most others with red hair. It is cut short, leaving him with next to no hair. His left ear is pierced with a hoop inlaid with a single sapphire stone. His eyes are also quite strange, being the color of burnished gold and holding a hypnotic quality about them. Skills: While he is excellent with the use of the guitar and firearms, his real skills are with that of his use of his intelligence and being behind the wheel of a vehicle. Gear: When dealing with mortal targets, he usually has on his person a pair of custom heavy magnum pistols, the largest and hardest hitting of their kind. He also carries with him several sutras written in blood, used to paralyze evil spirits and vanquish them. Supernatural Abilities: Eyes of the Devil- With this power, he is able to bend the minds of most mortals and a few spirits to his will. However, bending someone's mind too much can cause it to shatter. The intensity of his eyes unfortunately frightens most people, almost literally boring holes into their craniums, his gaze often can feel like a red hot poker boring into someone's mind when he so chooses. As as side effect, most people when standing up to him have a better chance of staring down an oncoming train. And he always wins in staring contests. Wail of the Banshee- As hypnotic as it can be deadly, Angel's voice is disturbingly feminine when he uses this power. He can lull people to sleep with his otherworldly song, or he can shatter their eardrums and possibly their brains with a scream echoing the torments awaiting his prey in the pits of Hell. Biography: Years ago, he was a young up and coming music sensation. Master of the human voice, the guitar, and having a stage presence like no other, perhaps he would have been destined for the world to know his name had events not played out like they did. He was the lead singer in a band called Shot in the Dark, so named because of the first song they performed on the streets. After becoming somewhat of a local sensation in New York City and being infamous for random street performances, he managed to have a record published, albeit in limited quality. But, just as quickly as the band had shot up into the spotlight, so to did all of it come crashing down to the ground. Except for Angel, all of the band members were killed the night they celebrated their first album in an accident at a club when the stage lights fell down killing not only the band but also four people in the crowd. After that, he spiraled down into a drug and poon filled life, unable to be saved from himself and his depression. He took to street racing in order to support his habit and more. Again, fate was a *****, and with a young girl in the car, he was in another accident; crippling his throat, his right hand, and killing the young woman in his car. In one fell swoop, he had gotten a girl killed and lost all ability to make any kind of music. He was then sent to a mental hospital due to suicide attempts from being unable to handle the guilt of being responsible for the death of the girl. A part of him had died that day, as much of him had previously. Every last shred of himself died on the inside. Exactly one year after the death of the girl Angel was murdered by a crazed fan of his music who was angry that Angel was incapable of performing. Angel DeVaros died a broken man, tortured by his guilt over so many things. Character Snippet: The doors leading into the morgue flew open, slamming against the walls, the sheer power causing the heavy metal doors to nearly rip themselves from their hinges. This power eminated from a small, shriveled old woman in a wheelchair, her eyes as black as the obsidian sky. The lights in the cold morgue flickered on, without her even touching a light switch. She wheeled herself over to a metal slab, with a sheet covering all but the feet of a body. A tag around the toe read the poor bastard's name and age, though it mattered not in the presence of this woman. The cold metal slab housing the body of Angel DeVaros seemed to tremble in her presence, almost as if it knew her power. Still and cold, Angel lied there, his feet exposed by the thin blue paper sheet covering the rest of him. The woman sighed sadly, raising her thin and ancient hand to place it upon Angel's hand. She spoke nothing, her grip becoming somewhat heavy upon the sheet as Angel began to tremble violently, shaking and convulsing upon the table, the movements almost a blur to the human eye. The various wheeled instrument shelves began to creep closer to Angel and the woman, while open doors on the cabinets used to store bodies began to creak , drawn to the power of life and death. The lights flickered and shot sparks, and the entire room quaked. With a tremendous burst of power, all was flung away from Angel, slamming into the opposite walls, and all of the lights exploded with sparks. Angel gasped in a breath, and sat up, the sheet covering him falling away. All of himself came roaring back into his head, leaving him somewhat dizzy. His body was expelling.... something as a clear substance, making him appear as if to be sweating or perhaps covered in a thin viscous slime. His eyes focused for the first time, meeting the black gaze of the old woman. The old woman's black eyes stared into him, and he was instantly aware of just what he was, and what he had to do. "You understand, yes?" Sliding his legs around to the side of the table, he removed himself from it, and felt a cold draft on his backside. In addition to the sheet, he was also wearing a simple and flimsy hospital gown. Looking back to the woman, he saw that she was simply gone. Looking at the doors leading out into the hospital, he took his first steps into the world as it was for him, unknowing, and now free of his past life, but shackled into his new one with all his sins and guilt.

Kris sighed. "Let's get moving." Anna pointed to the fire escape, saying, "That was how I got up here. But, with the cafeteria workers hanging around... I don't think we should take that way. I know there's a few other fire escapes, but I don't know how to get to them from here." "We could go the way I came, but that would mean heading through the school." At that instant, the hotel clerk heard an ear piercing shriek, coming from beneath the two on the roof. Locking eyes, they nodded and went racing for the nearby hatch into the auditorium. "Oh my god! Micheal! They're ripping-" Another scream, and then all that could be heard was the growls and screams of the Infected. Stopping short of opening the doors into the school from the auditorium, Kris peered through the glass window, to see only a broken door and a pool of blood spreading from the doorway into the hall. Grimancing and looking down, he choked in a breath. "It's too late for them now... Damn it." Anna looked horrified, and nodded, understanding. "Where to now?" "I know that we head down this hallway and leads down to the elevator which then we can get to the first floor, but I also know that we might be able to climb down the first floor from here. The auditorium booth should have some rope or cables or something." Anna pointed out. "At least, that's how it was when I attended school here." "Well, it beats trying to get by those things... Alright, let's do it." Moving back up to the booth, the two salvaged some cables, and by repeatedly tying them up to one another by the ends, they were able to make a kind of makeshift wire ladder to get to the floor of the auditorium. "I wish I had gone to the boy scouts." Kris said, tying it off to the balcony railing. "Maybe then I wouldn't be worried about falling to my death from up here." "Let's hope that it holds then." Anna quipped, smiling. "If it doesn't, then we're both dead." "That's so reassuring." he retorted, his sarcasm dripping from the words. Throwing the man-made rope over the railing, Kris smiled when it held despite being so heavy itself. "Well... Normally, it's ladies first, but in this case maybe I should." "And why is that?" Anna asked, her eyebrow raised. "Because I'm a gentleman. And I might be able to catch you if you fall." Grasping the cables, Kris propelled himself down, and made it to the floor. Looking around, with gun at the ready, he could see nothing that might attack him. There were several bodies lying on the stage near the far wall, blood spattered and pooled everywhere on the wood comprising the floor of the stage. An exit sign glowed dimly, and Kris sighed. So close, but so Far. That exit had to let out on the opposite side of the school, away from where they wanted to go. Anna then took her turn trying to get down, leaving Kris not exactly happy about having to look up her skirt to make sure she didn't fall. After getting down, they made their way out of the auditorium and cautiously made their way down the hall. The atrium was wide open, nearly all of the glass lied shattered and in pools of blood. However, there were no bodies. Either they had gotten up and walked away, or they had been dragged away. Either way, it didn't look good. The halls of the school were eerily quiet, and there were no signs of movement. Quickly and quietly, the two made their way to the entrance of the school, and then darted across the street and then down to crouch behind the gas station, away from the main road. The large plate glass window was shattered, and there were small traces of blood on what remained of the glass. Looking inside, the sight of a gruesome slaughter sent Kris's stomach churning. Six people lied in a pool of blood and gore, they having been torn to shreds. The inside was a disaster, but the majority of the products were intact. And that was a good thing, even though there wasn't much of use other than food. With the power still on, the refridgerated goods were still of use. But, there were pain pills and other such stuff in there, too. "Anna, think you can carry some pain pills? I could use a soda, and we might be better off moving through the store to get some supplies we might need." "Yes, I can carry some pills. Let's get in there and get out of here." Crouching down, Kris and Anna moved to enter the building, but Kris stopped when he heard noises. "Someone's crying..." Anna commented, looking through the shattered window. "Someone's still alive..." Kris nodded. "Yeah. Maybe we'll have someone else to tag along with us... that would help our chances of survival." Pushing open the door into the gas station, he listened to figure out where the sounds of the crying were coming from.

Basic Info: [b]Name:[/b] Issac Valenti [b]Nickname:[/b] Izzy [b]Age: [/b]16 [b]Casual: Appearance:[/b] [IMG]http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa401/Anime67191/Anime%20Boy/DarkBoywithaFireButterfly1.jpg[/IMG] [b]Battle Appearance:[/b] [IMG]http://i1031.photobucket.com/albums/y380/YouLycanThis/Random%20Anime%20Pics/animeboy10.jpg[/IMG] This image also contains the Sword Of Prometheus. [b]Magical Info:[/b] [b]Magic color:[/b] It's a swirling vortex, matching that of the various shades of orange found in his casual appearance picture in the butterfly. [b]Type:[/b] Caster Magic [b]Magic:[/b] Arc of Embodiment-It allows him to materialize anything from his imagination to be used at his whim. These creations give him great versatility both in battle and out of battle, be they minions, offensive and defensive weapons, or even a pair of glasses and so much more. As he is so young, it is quite draining, allowing him to use his powers only for a limited time before being too exhausted to muster the strength to even move. Short, ten minute bursts is all he can muster at this point in time, and even shorter depending on what he's imagining. [b] Basic Spells:[/b] [b]This little light o' mine:[/b] As this is the phrase usually spoken before emitting this little effect, this is what he calls this spell. All around him, he makes small glittering lights appear. He can, if he wishes to further manifest them, into strange and eerie glowing balls with crazy grins and black eye patches after a short time frame. The psychotic little tennis balls from hell seem to serve as nothing more than a frightening surprise, though have been known to make dents in walls when they hit one. Often, they zoom at people's heads, much to Izzy's delight. [b]Shadows of the Demon:[/b] An army of shadowy figures with gaping red grins and eyes of a malicious glow appear around Izzy, and are little more than semi-real figures with menacing looking claws. Depending on how real the onlooker believes they are, they deal damage accordingly. Secondary Spells: [b]Razor Feathers:[/b] A storm of whirling black feathers appears from the skies to rain down upon the area, each capable of slicing any material to bits, even that of the bodies of people. The damage is dealt over a given amount of time. The harder the object, the longer it takes to be reduced to nothing. Izzy can direct this whirling cloud at his whim. [b]Sword of Prometheus: [/b]Within his small delicate hand appears a massive and unwieldy sword, ornate and black in color, looking more like a single blade carved from obsidian, which he has no problems using it to both frighten and devastate his opponents. [b]The Devil Dragon: [/b]This spell of his is his most draining, and he can only keep it up for a full minute before blacking out. As another side effect, he also develops a nose bleed. This spell conjures the image of a gigantic red dragon, ablaze with fire and devilish in appearance. It feels every bit as real as anything one might normally feel, heat and all, however Izzy alone is immune to it. It also makes an excellent fire-breathing shield if necessary. [b] Other Info: Personality:[/b] He's sardonic, melancholy, and seemingly always pessimistic, though always with a half smile like he's being sarcastic about the whole ordeal. However, he's been known to use his childish looks to gain an advantage with allies and foes alike, feigning delicateness and tears. However, he never knows just when to quit, even if things look bleak and hopeless. He's known for never giving up, and nothing is beyond his power when he sets his mind to it. [b]Background: [/b] Being an extremely youthful looking young man, many mistake him for a pre-teen, which he most definitely uses to his advantage. Izzy comes from a long line of mages focusing on his own unique type of magic, the Arc of Embodiment. Because of the sheer power of his family line, the Valenti family was assassinated as a whole, leaving only Izzy and his mother as the sole survivors of the initial attack upon his family. His existence remained unknown to the world as a whole, though was known within a few circles. He had never been introduced in public, the family waiting until the usual even if his sixteenth birthday before doing so. Unfortunately, it was never to be. It did come to reason that one of the other powerful Mage families had declared the Valenti Mages as dangerous, hence the Valenti family's near complete annihilation. Using the night as cover after escaping the Valenti home, they sneaked aboard a small caravel, docked in their home city in the middle of a storm while the captain and crew were in the local pubs with only a single crew member keeping watch. Being no match for the two Valenti women, he was cast off of the ship and then the anchor hoisted and it sailed out to sea before anyone could stop it. When found, half burnt only a few hours later, there were no recoverable bodies. The story released to the general public remained that the stricken vessel had been stolen by unknown persons, with no bodies recovered, presumably lost at sea. Luckily, while obviously fake to their pursuers, the supposed deaths of the two did grant Izzy and his mother enough time to successfully get away,, but with one further incident where they were attacked once more. The details are unclear on this incident, but all of the pursuers were killed, and the two escaped. From what can be gathered about it, is known the mother and child did make it to an academy friendly to the family, where promptly the mother died of a fatal injury. Izzy has lived at the academy since, and the walls of the academy have protected him ever since his arrival. Eventually, content with the knowledge that the child would never try to reclaim his place, those who had killed off all of his family gave up and forgot about him, though always listening with a careful ear about any of his activities should he leave. Since that fateful day, Izzy has learned there is a light at the end of every tunnel, no matter how long the tunnel might be and the light is there even if you cannot see it. However, his family does deserve to have vengeance exacted out, and so he has waited until his powers were strong enough to take down those who crushed his childhood and murdered his family. Recently, he left the Academy, in order to further his powers and allow himself to become even stronger, as well as gain entry into the legendary guild Excalibur, which would even further his powers and goals. [b] Flashback:[/b] "Boring..." He called out, looking at his dorm room ceiling. Why did this school life have to be so boring now? He had loved being able to come here, and now the school had nothing more for him to learn, even though it had been less than three years since he had first come to this academy. It was kind of sad, though this was also home to him. He knew he could always come back. His graduation ceremony, however, could not be held until he was of legal age of graduation, which was seventeen. It wasn't really a law, more of one of the policies of the school. One year away from graduation, and he had to leave. Not by force, but because of his desire to learn. He had a year after all, and could go see the world, if he wanted. Or he could stay safe and practice his magic. Unfortunately, the training dummies provided weren't all that strong, and became kind of expensive to replace when he was going through so many. Outside the school and nearby city he had never ventured that far since coming to the academy. But, to see the world and to grow more knowledgeable about matters outside of the school just seemed to call to him. But, most of all, Excalibur. As he had heard from other students, it was a guild worth joining, and it was able to teach him much more in the ways of magic. A display of his power might be expected of him to pass the final exam, which if he passed he would then be able to graduate. Ah well. Not like it wasn't a sure thing already, but the test also had parts relating to his thinking patterns, mostly to decide if his uncle would continue to let him outside of the Academy after all was said and done. Sitting up, he smiled. Of course he could leave. It wasn't like he was going to let anyone stop him, even if they tried. Nothing would stop him, except maybe a case of flaming death. But, first would come the tea parties, and the whole death by flaming monsters came later. It sounded kind of fun. Standing up, he took off the school uniform and placed it on his bed. Putting on a simple pair of slacks, boots, and a dress shirt and a pair of glasses, he then started packing up a few dresses and some other clothing for everyday wear. He was very good at passing himself off as a girl, though make-up wasn't something he was really into. Smiling even more, he took his bag of things and was surprised it was only one case. He head to the headmaster's office, knowing this would be a surprise to the headmaster. However, he did have to give Izzy a money allotment of enough to live off of for a year. It was school policy, after all. Knocking on the headmaster's door, a booming male voice called to him from the other side of it. "Come in!" The voice was fatherly to Izzy, as it was to everyone else within the academy as well. "Oh, it's little Izzy. Come, come. Sit, I insist." The man was a rather buff human, with a square physique and grey hair. His half moon spectacles were low on the bridge of his nose, and the headmaster was forever pushing them back up. He looked down at the case in Izzy's hands. "But, I see you have other plans. Let's get the preparations made." With a sigh and a smile, the headmaster opened a safe underneath his desk, and removed several stacks of money and slid them over the desk to Izzy. He then wrote out on a piece of paper all of his praises, and how that the Academy was still responsible for any actions that Izzy might take while being out on his own. Headmaster Horand then slipped it into an envelope and passed it to Izzy, too. "I expect to see you back here in one year, young man. And to receive regular letters. Understand?" The headmaster was an impeccably honorable man, though stern and beyond reproach by most. In fact, he was was at his most intimidating at this moment."And before you leave, visit your mother. I am sure she would like to know about this." "Yes, Master Horand." Izzy smiled his familiar half grin. "I will tell Mother I will return in time for her birthday." "Good then. I expect you to stand by that." Standing from his chair, the headmaster smiled, and held his arms up to Izzy. "Now, give your Uncle a hug before you go." The boy smiled and stood as well to return the warm hug. "I'll make sure to cause a little havoc in case you don't know where to find me." Izzy said to his uncle, a devilish grin upon his face. "I wouldn't have such an independent niece otherwise." came his uncle's retort. He moved back, to size up his nephew. "Be careful, my dearest Issac. I do not wish to lose you as I did your mother." "Don't worry, Uncle. I can take care of myself. I think you of all people should know that." A glimmer of a memory shone in his eyes, one of fire and monsters. "Yes, yes. I am aware, but I simply want you to be safe." "I will. I promise, I'll return in one year for graduation. Hopefully, by then I'll be a part of the mage guild Excalibur." "Such high hopes. You'll succeed. Until your next letter, goodbye my sweet child." The goodbyes were brief, and off he went, to make his way into the world. Excalibur called, and who was he not to rise to the occasion? But, first things first. He did have to visit his mother after all. Izzy smiled, thinking of how his first purchase on his own was flowers. A boy buying flowers... now that was kind of funny. A nearby booth was selling flowers, and he took three coins to the woman selling them. "I would like a bouquet of lilies, please. They are for my mother." "So sweet you are, thinking of your mother. I have just the flowers for that." The old crone smiled, picking out the flowers Izzy had asked for. Izzy smiled again, not telling the woman his mother had long since passed on from this world. "Yes, I haven't visited her in some time." "It must be especially extravagant, then." The woman sized up her ample supply of flowers, and picked out a flower of bright oranges. "One of my most beautiful blooms." Slipping into the flowers, she wrapped the stems up in rice paper and held out the lovely arrangement. "Here you are." Holding out the coins, he took the bouquet at the same time. "Oh, this is one piece short." Looking at the boy, she smiled. "But, since it is for your mother, I can accept a thank you instead." "Thank you very much, madam." He bowed hos head to her, and walked down the road. The graveyard was on the way to to the city just down the hill, so he didn't have too far to walk. He had a promise to make.

Alice looked out the window out into the rain to calm her temper. "Alice, honey, is it really necessary to be that angry?" Rhea crossed her arms, smiling, Alice turning to look at her. "It seems you haven't spotted your little friend out there." Rhea's left hand pointed out of the window, and Alice spun her head. She smiled, seeing Takeo, like a child seeing someone they want to play with. But, Alice could see something was different... vague, phantom shadow armor surrounded him. It appeared surreal, like it didn't belong in this world. "You know, it would so you well to find a sparring partner yourself." Rhea held out Alice's weapon, and she smiled warmly. Alice suddenly went shy once more."But... the classroom... I lost complete control. I do not want to get that excited." Alice's eyes were hidden by her bangs, her head bent low. "I lost it, and that kind of ruthless attitude isn't something that Takeo could possibly deserve. We are all still at our weakest right now... and my darkness... I do not know if I can stop myself once I lose it." Rhea smiled. "Don't worry, sweetie. I can keep you in line, if you like. I can be the one to calm you down, or put you down." Rhea's smile widened. "Gently as possible, of course. All attempts will be made to keep you alive." Alice laughed."Thank you, now... Should I really go out to play with Takeo?" "Sure, I intend to keep my solemn promise to you." Alice took her sword from Rhea, and then turned to open the window, allowing her access to the outside. Rhea only sighed happily. "We really need to get you a bikini." "I find it strange, but I think I will not need one." Alice leaped from her window, excited to possibly play with Takeo. She looked down at the reflective blade, at her other side reflected in the blade. It was looking up at her, the same expression on its face. Interesting. Alice ran over to Takeo, he long aware of footprints before Alice got there. "Takeo! Can we have some fun? I think... we're closer to our demon power than the rest of the class! I can see yours! So can Rhea!" Takeo looked on at her, wide eyed. "You can see... my other half?" "Yes, and it fits you." Alice giggled. "A noble samurai is a wonderful opponent." Alice held up her katana, its silver glint wishing for an honorable opponent. "Can you see mine? I can see it within my sword." Takeo only stared on as Alice held her sword up to her face, her demon reflection at an angle he could see. "Yes... I can see it." Holding up his spear, he smiled, too. I assume we have a referee?" Alice nodded."Rhea said she would." "And I will." Rhea appeared from behind a tree, she having been smart enough to change into her own swimsuit because of the rain. "Ready match!" "Alice... I think you have a distinct advantage..." Takeo smiled, pointing his spear up at the rain falling down." "Pardon, are we not in a storm?" Alice smiled, feeling the wind randomly pick up. "I think we might find ourselves working more together against our own powers." "Teamwork?" "While fighting." Rhea smiled, slashing her arm down. "Begin!"

Alice and Rhea walked to her room, in order for her to change clothing. Rhea was perfectly content it seemed to just wear Jensen's shirt for the moment. Alice changed into an over sized shirt that obviously made to fit a man much bigger than she. "Interesting choice of pajamas." Rhea commented, and smiled. "How about we head back to my room and take all the books on demons with us? Jensen is supposed to drop by later for his shirt." "Um.. okay." Alice started gathering the mentioned books, and smiled suddenly. "Are you sure that he'd want the shirt back? You are stretching it." Alice pointed at Rhea's boobs, and how much indeed the fabric of the shirt was stretched. "The sooner I take it off, the better. All it needs is washed and it will go back to normal, provided I take it off soon." Rhea winked, and smiled. "I've learned a few things myself living on my own." "I've read countless books, perhaps I can teach you a few more." Alice looked down at her feet, smiling sheepishly. "I know how to make explosives from household items. I know everything about seventeen different vehicles." "Explosives? Really?" "Yes... you would be surprised at what one can learn simply by reading various books. I merely was curious when I was reading such books. But now, perhaps it will be put to good use." Alice's smile faded, her eyes hidden by her bangs and in shadow. "But... we're going to be fighting demons... Powerful ones. I doubt that a bomb made from various chemical cleaners will be of much use." Alice, while not moving a muscle, shed a single tear. Rhea moved to her, putting her arms around Alice. "It's okay, Alice. It'll be okay. You never know until you try. And so what if a bleach bomb doesn't work? At least it'll be flashy." Rhea chuckled some, and placed her hand on Alice's chin, forcing her to look into Rhea's eyes. "Don't worry about things that aren't happening yet. As for bomb-making, sure, I'll learn some of that. I honestly don't think there's a class here for that sort of thing." Alice nodded, smiling again. "You are much like an older sister to me." "And you're far more like a little sister to me. Come on, let's go. At least the flowers I have in my room will smell pretty while we work." With a smile and a happy chatter, the two walked just a short distance down the hall to Rhea's room. On entering, Alice inhaled the scent of roses, noticing the flowers themselves just a few seconds later. "Yes, I can see why you wanted to come back to your room, it does smell nice." "Yeah, I like it well enough. It's better than a gym that smalls like a ball sack." Alice grimanced, making only one comment. "Disgusting. Thank you for that wonderful description." "You're oh so welcome." Rhea giggled. Picking up a book on demonic plants, Rhea then tossed it over to her bed, and took off Jensen's shirt. She went over to her closet and picked out a nice, slinky lingerie in dark green. Aside from the breasts and the panties, it was a sheer fabric, and one that would show off her body nicely. It wouldn't garner any thrills from Alice, but that was alright. When finished dressing, she sat down on the bed, and looked over Alice pouring over her own book. Alice's eyes scoured over the pages, she reading at a pace normal people usually weren't capable of. She was flipping a page a minute, unless there was a picture. Alice was immersed in her book, and the many pictures of the various water demons were breathtakingly beautiful and elegant looking. There were pictures of water borne serenity, and others of the savage power of the wrathful seas. The amazing powers of the waters of the world and of those within hell it seemed to know no bounds and were filled with unlimited versatility. The book went into detail about the various powers her mother had been seen to use, including that of wiping out entire coastal towns. But, something just didn't seem right about the stories. Many times, it seemed that Camille of the Waters just suddenly and irrevocably attacked, with no warning and no mercy after having displayed a kind of benevolence that humans were incapable of giving. Out of the entire book, it seemed that there was only one attack on Camille's part that was even remotely justified, and that was because of humans deliberately attempting to poison her through dumping toxic poisons into the waters of her domain, after an attempt to force her to leave the lake had failed. The poisons killed nearly everything in the lake, but not Camille. She rose from the water, raining the same polluted water down upon her victims, killing them all slowly and painfully, as they had done to every fish and animal that had drank from the toxic water. Any who survived this attack were slaughtered outright, she leaving only a few to tell of her wrath. Alice thought that this story alone held truth in its entirety, and the other stories in the book perhaps omitted certain details. But, that seemed like the most plausible explanation as humans were infamous for altering their own works to suit those in power, and those who wished to continue spinning the propaganda wheel over and over. She had spotted several inconsistencies throughout the book, and this only made it more obvious. Alice's eyes narrowed, and she shook her head in disgust. "Alice? Something wrong?" "This book is loaded with stories that have so much omitted from them they are worth little more than garbage!" Alice closed the book, trembling in anger. "If the writes of this... this... filth are going to spout this from their pens, then they should at least tell the whole story!" Alice heaved the book across the room, it slamming into the wall.

Alice was restless. She'd long since departed the company of the others, and grown tired of reading, for once. The appeal of the school called to her. If this was to be her home, then she needed to know about it. All of it. She knew that at a place like this, there had to be emergency exits. And not ones that were blatantly obvious. Alice had taken her sword with her, wrapped up in a deep purple satin cloth, sword and sheath both. It was on her back, ready to be drawn. Wandering the school, as well, and unexpectedly there was the nun. She looked quite pretty in the window, her blonde hair hanging loosely about her face, her eyes caught in the flashing thunder. Unfortunately, the nun was completely aware of her all too quickly, when Alice walked loudly down the hall to bring the poor woman crashing back to earth. "Oh! You frightened me." "Well, sister, we are half demon." Alice smiled widely, her demeanor bright and cheerful, albeit loud. "Sometimes we just kind of... pop up." "Oh... well I suppose so. I'm sorry, I didn't quite get your name earlier, but with the commotion of the pool earlier... I think you're quite the talk of the school. It is nice to meet you, Alice, I am-" "Sister Miriam Merriweather. I know. I think I might know a thing or two. I remember your name tag from earlier. It is nice to meet you as well. However, I'll put forth my invitation to join some of the students and I possibly for lunch tomorrow. It would be nice if you could." Alice looked down some, so surprised she had been to forward. "But, I am afraid that I am not exactly kosher by many standards. But, I am on my way somewhere, so I can't stay for long now. How about you show up at our table tomorrow.? Please, it would be nice. Now, good bye for a short time, and I hope you come to our table." With that, Alice was off, whisking away, her face as red as a tomato. Off and away, until she came to another dark hall of empty classrooms. and flashing windows. Looking outside at the terrible storm raging still, it might have had an effect on her like the moth to the flame. Her eyes faintly glowed in the dark, And her breathing became short, heavy pants. Near her, she saw an escape into the rain that called her to it. The water... Such a hazy, addicting call. The power was hers. All of it. Opening the doors to the outside, she ventured into the down pour. The water was wonderful on her skin, each cold drop making her feel so much more at home than ever after her mother's demise. She smiled, and walked forward, unsure of exactly where she was. Then, she saw them. Sword practicing posts. Reaching up to grasp her sword, she could feel it, its power pulsing inside of her. Unwrapping carefully and unsheathing it, its silver blade almost shown it was so reflective. All the better, she supposed. Looking at her own face within the sword, she could see her truth. Her face was still just as smooth, though with an unhealthy tone of blue and grey with an almost slick look upon it. Her eyes were solid black with only minute traces of purple within them. "So that is what my other side looks like." Alice commented. "How so less different I look than I believed." Alice aimed her sword at the dummy, feeling her power flow increase, or perhaps return to her. It was an interesting thought. Launching herself at the pole, she slipped in the deep mud and fell face first into it. "Why was I even out here?" She cried, wailing at the top of her lungs.