Wizards and Warriors RP

OOC: No problem stryder, got your back! Nah i'm joking, I will slow down on the posts I apologize, i'm making half a heart with my fingers stryder, fill the other half for me :3

Icy glew a little red then he was and nodded his head following behind slowly, a loss from words from her tone of voice. "S-S-So, ice p-powers today, huh?" He said trying to hide his red face.

Mendax: "Ewwww.. that sounds REALLY nerdy... listen, I actually have a name, it-"

Plague would have none of it. After simply telling him he would "have enough of it when he was sleeping", he put away his booklets and hit the hay, ready for the hellfire he was about to recieve.

OOC: I'm surprised. I expected worse for daring to use girly ponies, even if only for mostly humorous reasons. Thanks for not going apeshit on me. :3

IC: The pink... Oh, forget it, you know it's a girly cartoon pony. The pony's eyes turned towards the burning posters she'd posted. "Oopsie... Probably shoulda gone up and asked." She briefly looked sad, before her features brightened up again.
Thankfully, there were more. Lots more. She had whole bags of them. If the school wouldn't let her post them up there, she'd simply take them to the village, that also had an actual message board. Lots of students went through there anyway in their free time.

Besides, even if she didn't, she'd still get her party. Word of mouth was a wonderful thing, after all.
With the biggest smile on her outlandishly cartoony face, she bounced away, giggling at the old man trying to catch her.

Talk about confusion; Nobody knew what to think of this... The fact that the kitsunes would go through so much trouble, to use someone so... Odd... It must be a real big deal.

Even if the posters were gone, they still did the job. Soon enough, everyone would be talking about the party.
Tao just hoped she wouldn't see another pony for those three days. Those things caused commotion and overall headaches wherever they went these days.

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Tristam twitched slightly at the word little, but was otherwise still. He couldn't help but smile the tiniest bit; Sahrah really did give the best hugs.

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A rather Irate Kiha had been making her way down to the pub, grumbling all the while.
"Why he couldn't meet me immediately... Cloak and dagger nonsense..." Was the general gist of what she was muttering.

She all but kicked the bar door down, she opened it so forcefully. Many eyes turned towards her and her somewhat revealing armor, but a quick and fiery glare caused the patrons to think better.
With a sour look on her face, she sat down at the bar. "The strongest you have." She immediately said to the bartender as she laid out several golden coins, not even noticing Yuushio yet.

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everything is just a simple white; the sky, ground, floor.... everything as far as the eye could see. Until the cackle sounded again. With Mendax slowly descending, the symbol remained behind in a halo of sorts... That is when it began to get serious. Bored, Mendax raised the ground, which met him halfway. He raised a massive amount of the ground to form stairs in front of him, allowing him to decend. Once he was about a meter above plagues head, he built a throne of sorts, not moving at all besides trying to sit. Now the sky and horizon grew pitch black, the ground turning grey.
Mendax: "Plague... you sure have done it now. Listen, I don't mean to scare you or anything but-" right then a wall raised directly behind plague, and Mendax seemed to shoot forward, with four black archnid legs shot from his back, pinning him to the wall. His nose was just in front of the end of plagues... "beak". Sharp teeth were now filling the smile of the beast, and he began his torment. "Listen, bub. 'Mendax' Is rather upset now." within an instant he lost the grin and gained a look of burning rage, with his mouth remaining completely straight. "But I, Larzarius, am absolutely livid." Another, smaller leg came from his back, gently stroking the mask. "You know why you are here!"
Plague gave a quick huff in anger, and replied "I am here so you could break your own deal, Fiend."

Lazarius: "NO, you are here because there is a certain combination of chemicals is here. Your cure is just a lie like you, moron... it only exists to bring me back to my physical form. I don't NEED you to find it for me- I can get anyone.... YOU are just entertaining."


OOC: Please click right when plague finishes this sentence.
Plague: "then why waste this precious time, fool? HAVE AT YOU!" in a split second, he managed something similar to a headbutt, but since he was currently in control of his dream, he had something inside of the suit; his old body. Lazarius recoiled, grabbing his head and screaming. That is when plague drew his cane, smacking Lazarius multiple times with the decorated end, cutting small portions of his face and more than likely bruising the other parts. Managing to flip his way a distance from lazarius, he held his cane and kept a stance, ready to protect rather than attack.

Lazarius: "You impudent fool... You know there is no comparison to our powers. This may be YOUR world, but I remain the GOD of your realm, idiot!" He held his hand straight upward, with a small fireball forming on top of his palm, only for it to grow massive moments after. "LISTEN, YOU HAVE NO POWER WHILE I EXIST, PLAGUE!" He launched the orb at plague, who had one option; he suddenly went numb for a split second... he removed his body. Opening his coat, there was an odd, raspy exhale of the word "DECAY" as a massive amount of crows and flies flew out, pushing the orb back slightly. After a while, both attacks faded. Plague was left gasping for air, but lazarius simply chuckled. "Listen, kid... I have no time for this; and you are running out of time yourself, bub." He held out a stopwatch. "Go back to your little perfect world where someone actually likes you or whatever, beak-face. I am gonna go ahead and see what you've learned, ok? ok." And with that, he faded from the dreamscape, letting a real dream occur, in which plague was enjoying a nice picnic on a hilltop; but he didn't need his mask. He felt a breeze on his face again and smiled.

His face glew to a apple red from this point, her voice almost soothing as if a mother's soothing voice to it's own kid, it sent shivers down his spine, it made him even shiver from the outside for a second. He was so red that he couldn't speak well, almost all words were gibberish coming out of his mouth. "Y-Y-Y-Y-Yea- uh I...uh...I-I-I" His back was against the hallway wall at this point.

OOC: our backs against the wall, dont remember the rest of the lyrics to the song?

Kiha instantly turned to the blademaster, locking fierce eyes upon him. "Blademaster." She acknowledged, before turning back to the bar as her drink was slid towards her in a large tankard. "Odd seeing you here."
Lifting up the tankard, she brought it up, and the first thought that hit most patron's minds was 'Holy hell, she's really chugging it down...'

Having finished her drink in just a few seconds, seemingly unphased, she slammed the tankard down. "Another!"

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Nobody knew what happened to the pink pony. The last anyone saw of her was her rearing up, and galloping off into the sunset with the old man.
Who knows what grand adventures the two may have... But, that's a story for another day.

Plague woke up, saying ow... then he gasped... he felt pain. He was being burnt... he saw burn marks on his jacket... He was harmed from the battle inside his mind.... Clearly lazarius meant what he said. Plague was in danger, although not deadly... He could especially tell from the mark of lazarius burned into his forehead, with a slight purple glow to it. He decided he had had enough. He went to take off in a flight of fear, but remembered the sleeping faries. He took a small bread loaf and gave it a quick honey glaze. Laying it on the table near his desk where they lay sleeping. Afterwards he walked out the door. He was sprinting down the hallways at this point, but his arms remained inside of a black cape, making it seem as if he had no arms as he sprinted by, the back of the cape flying around wildly from the speed. He made a beeline for the courtyard, ignoring the odd pink pony that ran across his path. He needed to find and destroy the phial NOW.

The sharp pain inflicted into his arm as he held onto it immediately and looked at her into her eyes. "T-T-Trickery, huh?" He stuttered as the pain felt like it was pulsing. "A-A move I haven't seen yet...?" Icy thought to himself, the redness slowly and steadily draining from him.

"No. I buy my own alcohol from various stores; Less drunkards trying their luck with me, less injuries I need to cause, and less hassle overall." As her glass was refilled, she drained it yet again. "Too weak..." She muttered. "How's a dragon to get drunk off this...?" She thought for a second, before dropping a sizeable bag of coins on the bar.

The bartender's eyes widened for a second before he gladly took the pouch, nodding. He then disappeared from sight, doing god knows what.
"Kor left a note, said someone wanted to see me. It was his writing, but the whole thing is damn shady..." Kiha said. " And you? What's your reason for being here?"

Shook his head and smacked his face a bit, blowing out a breath of air and nodded to her words and her actions. "It makes sense..."

"He left you a note, too? That's ridiculous, the boy would never try to set either of us up." Kiha said, taking on a thoughtful expression. Just as she was about to speak, a loud thud from her side interrupted. "Your order." Said the bartender as he returned back behind the bar.
By order, he meant a large keg of the pub's best alcohol. The patron's eyes widened at the sight. They widened even further when they saw the dragonkin pry the lid off and begin drinking directly out of it.

After a brief moment, she said the keg down, sighing as she began to smile the slightest bit. "That's better..."
She looked to Yuushio, cleared her throat, and quickly wiped the smile off her face. "Who gave you the note? I have a hunch I know who is responsible for this..."

"N-No...it's fine...it was effected at least" Though in Icy's mind, he was awaiting for this to be another trick, he would remember Celsius's words.

"That little piece of-!" Kiha suddenly exclaimed, slamming a fist down on the bar. "It was her, I just know it! Damn her, I don't need nor want to date anyone!"
Fuming for a few seconds, she calmed down. Sort of. "This is a waste of my time, I should leave right this instant, find that little ember, and teach her a lesson!"

She gave Yuushio an odd look. "Hmph, fine! If you so insist!" The dragonkin then glared. "But don't you start thinking I'll fall for you, moron; One trick into a blind date isn't going to change anything between us!"

[OOC: Oh, you guys think you can write tsunderes... Heh.]