I didn't know Spiderman could dance...
Xenree couldn't muster up the emotion to laugh or feel insulted. She walked to the castle doors, "There's something I want to see first."
Hellz yeah! Got it memorized?
Xenree pushed her off her and stood up, "Don't waste time, Mage. We have to get going." She glanced at Daisuke, "I guess I shouldn't meddle where I'm not wanted."
Nightmare Before Christmas
Xenree released the edge and her dark keyblades materialized in her hands. "I've heard enough." She didn't snarl, simply took her battle stance. Holding Dark Void by her head and her normal dark keyblade horizontally in front of her, "I don't have time to play your game of guilt today. Lord Xemnas has a job for me to complete." Xone froze, "Lord...Xemnas...a job? Why, love, I didn't know you still worshiped the ground he walks on." Xenree let go of her keyblades and stood up straight, "I do. He is my lord and master as he was once yours Xone. Why did you turn your back on him?" Xone didn't answer. He turned his back on her and fled through a dark corridor. Her Station of Calling faded away. Xenree woke with Mage lightly slapping her. Brushing her away, she sat up, "Ugh, we're behind schedueld."
Eden stood slowly. In her old school that was how they'd raised their hands, "Sir...how many other people are there like that in the world?" Devlin nudged Lucas, "That's my girl." he said, pointing at Eden. Her white blonde hair fell to her waist and her schoolgirl dress made her look younger than she was.
Zane looked at her, "Let go of the past." Zane's fingers reached again for the pendent Garth had smashed, "Letting go means to let go of my family. The last thing I have left to hold on to. What would I have to keep me sane?"
Zane stood and paced, "My honesty? That's what those scars are for. Being honest with my father, with Templars when I was too young to fight back, and other things I can't rememeber. God, Mya, I want to be honest, I do. I just...I don't think I know how." He sounded sad, in pain from the memory, and broken.
Alec put his pouch back into his pocket, "As much as a power hungry vampire can get. No not really."
Alec tapped his head, "Mind reading skills. I have a lot of little powers here and there. Moving stuff, reading minds, seeing bits of the future, projecting thoughts. All stuff I'd rather not do. I don't like getting inside people's heads. That's what my father does and I won't turn out like him."
OOC: Well I'm off to bed.
Alec tried to suppress the urge but he couldn't. His powers probed her thoughts and found her sister as a werewolf. He snarled under his breath, "Your sister is a pure breed werewolf? And they call us the filthy creatures." He covered her wound with a bandage and taped it there, "There, good to go."
Sorcha calmed immediately and smiled sweetly, "Thank you Rita. As I was saying...ah yes, finally we come to the history of the light and dark angels." She paled slightly, "Although God loved all his angels, he favored one type, the type that could whistand the light of day often. Now, dark angels can be in the light, it is not wise for them to try to harness that light. As one, by one, God's children, the dark angels fell to earth, his favorites, the light angels fell with them. For every light angel there is a dark one. Which is why over the years dark and light have sought each other out. To marry and have children or simply to enjoy eachother's company. This has not changed for thousands of years. We hope you all learn a great deal from our ancestors and remember, knowledge is power here." Sorcha concluded her speech with a gracefull bow and swept along the stage toward the other teachers, her long dress skimming the floor, "Does someone else want to go now?"
Alec studied it with a professional eye and dabbed it with antibiotics, "So Iris, do you have any family? That accepts what you are or something?"
Sorcha sighed, "I'm sorry you feel that way Devlin. But would it hurt you to be a little kinder to your mother?" Devlin glared at her, "Yeah, actually it might just hurt me. You've never been kind to me, why should I return the favor?" Eden wondered why Devlin was picking a fight with his mother now of all times. Sorcha narrowed her sulfuric green eyes, "You'd best watch what you say boy." Outside a wind storm had picked up with the sudden change in Sorcha's mood.
Alec stopped and shook his head, "Why bother, I'm right here. Let me see your wound." He pulled out a pouch full of anibiotics and bandages.
Alec stopped and gave her a cold yellow-eyed stare, "Honestly, would you want to see this face around a lot?" He moved foreward again, "And my father practically owns me still. He thinks I come to his beck and call but one day...somone stronger will rip damned undead throat out."
Zane's eyes flashed, "You're doing it again. You're apologizing and avoiding me. You used to do that back when you were still small too." He rolled off her and sat up on the edge of the bed, "Back then I didn't know what to do for your attention and I still don't apparently." He pulled off his shirt, baring all the scars on his back to her, "For each one of those lines came with it a good excuse, except for the really old ones." His back was decorated from base of his neck to the hem of his pants in long white lined scars.
He froze, "Don't flatter yourself." His gray eyes watched her carefully, "You don't think I used to hurt when I would watch the other guys appreciate you when you left the room? You don't think I hurt when I watched you train to become an expert? Do you not remember all the bruises, cuts, and bloody noses I had when I showed up for training? All that was to protect you. Keeping the others away from you. You don't think I hurt when I saw how you looked at the other trainees instead of me?"
