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  • As Kor ran past Sahrah, the lamia flicked her tongue out into the air and recognized the taste and smell of. "Kor!" She leapt forward and coiled around him, squeezing him in her coils and arms. "Oh, Kor! I missed you!"

    Meanwhile, the headmaster's curse was muffled by the witch's choice of *ahem* 'weapons'. In retaliation, several vines lashed out around her, small thorns digging into her skin. "I don't have time to play, little witch." He stood up and left her hanging like that, turning and leaving, pursuing the boy through the earth, tracking his life force.

  • OOC: Sorry, meant to post this earlier. Meant to edit it some more, too; expect errors.

    IC: "Damn it, girl!" Abaddon swore in his demonic voice as his concentration was interrupted. He forcefully tore himself out of the Lamia's grip, and with an ungodly amount of agility circled around her, bringing Soul eater to her throat. "Play along if you want any of us to live." He whispered as Izma advanced. "Not one move, ogre! Don't think I won't slit this snake's throat!" Immediately the oni woman froze, her fists clenched in anger. As if relishing the idea of bloodshed, the blade in Kor's Abaddon's hand glowed red once more.

    'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!' The demon heard his body's original owner scream in his head. 'IF YOU HURT HER, I'LL-' 'You have any better ideas, boy?'

    You know, most people call me insane...
    That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

    Why are you looking at me like that?

    Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

  • O: At the demon's threat, he felt another blade at his throat. This one was of the headmaster, Oritigo. "Simmer down, shortie. No one's going to get hurt. Now, lower the blade and talk. No one will die. No one is getting hurt. On my honor, I swear it." He had his shadow magic ready to incapacitate him if he twitched the blade in any move to hurt Sahrah. "Just put the blade down, and we can sort this all out."

    S: The girl looked at Kor with anger in her eyes. "You..... You are not my darling....." An odd buildup of energy started surrounding her. "You get out of his body now......" Her voice was calm, but there was an air of power behind it.

  • The moment he was called short, Abaddon's vision went red, courtesy of a royally pissed off Tristam. Shoving both Sahrah and the blade at his neck away with what seemed like a burst of battle energy, he turned to face the headmaster. "WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU WANNA CRUNCH LIKE AN ANY?!" He screeched, glowing red blade raised high as a multitude voices in his head shouted "Kill!" repeatedly.

    Before the blade came down, a loud CRASH was heard as a VERY large iron club came down on the half-demon's head instead, causing an incredible amount of pain as he, mercifully, lost consciousness. Standing above the demon was the Oni, Izma, holding that large iron club as she stared down at the small crater she'd just made. Wait, where did she even get the club from anyway? "Solved yer problem, pal." She said, grinning as she bent down to inspect the twitching body.

    As she tried to pry Soul Eater from the half-demon's grasp, she, with her incredible strength, somehow found herself unable to do so, at least not in any way that wouldn't result in ripping the whole arm off. Izma's grin faded. It was as if the still glowing blade was attached, almost. "...Is this thing s'posed to be fused to his hand? 'Cuz I think that's what's happened." Upon saying this, a low clearing of the throat was heard. "If I may...?" Everyone present heard a small girl's voice say. Standing there was none other than Beatrice the necromancer, rather beaten up by the looks of it. "...I don't believe you'll be able to remove that blade." She said simply. She didn't seem nearly as threatening as she was in her last encounter.

    You know, most people call me insane...
    That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

    Why are you looking at me like that?

    Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

  • S: Sahrah coiled gently around Tristam. She embraced him and held him protectively, covering him up to his neck. "Kor? Darling? Are you okay?" She rested her head against his and nuzzled him.

    O: Oritigo nodded at Beatrice. "Agreed. The only question is how. I would guess the weapon bonded to his soul. Or in this case, souls." He closed his eyes and sighed. "Sadly, it is beyond my power to remove the blade."

    Y: Rising out of the earth, he looks upon the downed warrior, having heard everything. "Kor. A promising student. But, what drove him to find such a cursed weapon?"

  • Izma's eyes bugged out for a moment as she heard the Lamia mention Kor. "W-what...?" Within seconds, she'd taken the boy's helmet off, staring at his face. "Well, I'll be damned..."
    The half-demon groaned weakly, shifting slightly in Sahrah's embrace. Izma's eyes widened for a second time. 'The hell? He shouldn't be moving at all after that, fancy armor or not! Heh... Tough as a true Oni, it seems...' She thought, starting to smile.

    "The real question is what we do with him." The voice of Kiha was heard as the dragonkin approached, glaring at her apprentice. "But to be quite honest, I'm baffled. I've no idea why he'd do this."
    The sound of running was heard; turning around Kiha saw the witch girl from earlier, several vines still attached, rushing towards them, Finnian and Cyrus right behind her "WAAAIIIIIT!" She cried, right before the kitsune tackled her from behind, both of them skidding a few feet on the floor. A puff of smoke briefly obscured everyone's vision, but once it faded, Sylvia had apparently taken the witch's place. "I know this looks bad, but I can explain everything!" She said quickly, still pinned to the ground.

    You know, most people call me insane...
    That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

    Why are you looking at me like that?

    Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

  • S: At the dragonlady's words, she coiled around Kor tighter. "Don't hurt him." Her body was protecting him now, covering him and guarding him from any harm. "Please."

    O: "Hmmmm. Well, he is Yuushio's pupil, as well as Kiha's. As such, it is up to them to decide what happens to him." With that, he turned and vanished, returning to his office, knowing he could hear their conversation perfectly.

    Y: He looks at Sylvia and scowls slightly. "Go ahead and start talking. I want to know what happened."

  • The half-demon groaned once again as Sahrah made to protect him. "Don't be ridiculous, I want to hear his side of the story first." Said Kiha. "And from the looks of it, I won't have to wait long for that."

    However, once the nine-tail, after being pulled up, opened her mouth to speak, she was suddenly shushed by the two other kitsunes present. "Not here." Said Cyrus, motioning towards a growing crowd of curious civilians beginning to surround them. "Would be best if we make this discussion private. Don't want eavesdroppers."

    You know, most people call me insane...
    That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

    Why are you looking at me like that?

    Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

  • S: Sahrah nodded but still protected him. "I don't want him getting hurt, no matter what he says." She looked Kiha dead in the eyes when she said that. "I want you to promise me he won't be hurt."

    Y: flshing his scythe, the civilians quickly dispersed, except one. Yuushio did not notice this, however, and returned his attention to Kor.

    Z: Zarak scratched the back of his head as he walked forward, a bit confused in all honesty. "Uh, guys? What's going on?" He saw Kor wrapped up by Sahrah, and walked over to him. "Kor? Buddy? You all right?"

  • OOC: It seems I've been neglecting to post here. Sorry about that.

    IC: "Is it not obvious, boy?" Said Beatrice. "A dark and dangerous weapon has bonded with your friend. Personally, I believe his future is looking quite grim, there's not much that can explain willingly holding on to, let alone wielding such a thing."
    The small necromancer took on a thoughtful expression. "Though... This bond does keep you from making rash decisions like breaking it, at least for the time being, letting all that chaos energy out at once would never be a good thing, in any situation."

    Kiha only sighed as she considered the Lamia. "You think I want him to get hurt? It isn't easy for me to make decisions like this. He's my student, my responsibility, practically my own s-!" The dragonkin shook her head. "I'll be... as lenient as I possibly can. But I... I cannot make promises. I'm sorry." She genuinely looked it, too, she did not look forward to the possibility of losing another loved one.

    As these events were occurring, the armored kitsune Cyrus couldn't help but notice a couple persons in the crowd had yet to be dispersed, most noticeably two conspicuously cloaked figures. His annoyance apparent even without his face visible, he approached them, brandishing his spear.
    "You two, the inn's closed for now. You don't have to go home, but you sure as hell can't stay here. Leave."

    You know, most people call me insane...
    That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

    Why are you looking at me like that?

    Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

  • OOC: S'all good, Stryder.

    IC:
    A: Aska materializes as the tall, blonde haired man from before and kneels down, examining the weapon, deep in thought. He stares for about thirty seconds before nodding. "A Devil's Arm. Soul Eater. Although, I have never known these weapons to bond to anyone. Most peculiar....."

    Z: Shakes his head. "We..... There has to be some way to break that tie.... I mean, we can't just leave him like this....."

    S: Coils tighter around Kor, but nods. "It's not his fault.... Please don't punish him....." She affectionately licks his cheek. "Kor? Talk to me. I'm here."

    Y: His eyes widen at the mention of a Devil's Arm, but his focus is on the two cloaked figures. He approaches them beside Cyrus. "You've no business here. If you wish to meet any of us, it will have to wait." He glares, his eyebrows meeting in a sharp V. "Or do I have to throw you out?"

    MEANWHILE, IN ABYSSION'S PRISON.

    Abyssion laughed to himself, feeling Soul Eater bind to a mortal. "Good... Now...." He issues a command through the blade to Kor, a command that would echo through his mind, reverberating and growing stronger until obeyed. "Arise, my puppet. Arise for my glory."