Wizards and Warriors RP

Tao glared as she witnessed the demon take form. "So that makes two. Fantastic." She said in a deadpan.
Her voice was steady as she stared him down. "I have only one. Will your existence be an issue? The headmaster may have a high tolerance for murderous spirits, but I most certainly do not. If you prove to be a risk to the students, you will be dealt with quickly and efficiently."

It was less a question and more of a warning. Right on cue, he was dragged away. "Like so, but more violent." She said before the demon vanished from sight.

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Tristam awoke, yet again, upon hearing someone knocking at the door. One could see the sleep-deprived frustration on his face as he whined into his pillow.
Reluctantly, he pried himself from Sahrah's coils, got up, and marched over to the door, throwing it open. "Look, I'm tired, so can't you just-" His eyes bugged out at what he saw.

Some kind of... Small pink animal. Equine, to be specific. Smaller than him, so not a proper riding horse sort of equine. It was not like any sort of equine he'd seen before. Mainly because of the facial area, which looked a tad more humanoid.
And it was smiling at him, a sickeningly cute 'squee' sound being heard as it grinned.

"Hi!" The pink abomination said in a high-pitched female voice. Without warning, Tristam yelped, or shrieked if you prefer, and slammed the door in her face.

Upon hearing the knocking once more, he tentatively opened the door again. This time, he saw Finnian there. "I see you've met our guest." He said happily.
"Guest? That... Thing?" "That thing, as you put it, is in charge of organizing the party we are throwing in three days, since Sylvia's not going anywhere anytime soon. For all her faults, it is what Miss Pie does best. For that matter, it's what Syl does best too." Kor's confusion was clearly visible on his face. Who the hell has "Pie" for a name? Before he could ask, Finn all but shoved a small poster in his hands. "Everyone's invited, including you. EVERYONE. And it's all free of charge. I've had her posting these all over the place, and there's no way anyone can miss even one of them. Anyway, sorry to disturb you, goodbye friend."

"Alright..." Kor said, slowly closing the door. Upon hearing it click, and locking it... "I'm going to pretend I never saw that thing."

[OOC: I can already hear the angry mob out to lynch me...]

"M-my apologies... He doesn't pose a threat... yet. You see, that thing is sealed into my mind... Which is why earlier I saw him, but no one else did. It takes energy to appear when the people or person it is trying to approach are awake. BUT... That is why I am hellbent on finding that phial. It MAY be a cure-all, but it could also be used to make that thing manifest physically with no use of energy. In other words, then he would pose a threat. That is the problem. Despite usually appearing in the mind, he has more power over your dreams than you do... It becomes his playground. To make things worse, he will do what he can to get the information he needs, whether you like it or not. Luckily he seems to have no means of transportation. So as of now I will have to deal with him. But that aside, if you find that phial and it is night, PROTECT IT. Put it in a safe or something... as you have seen, he kinda enjoys... Well, everything. Most of this is just a game... I have a feeling I won't hear the end of it tonight from that creep. But I still wonder... what is that symbol...? OH, my apologies, you needn't worry anymore. He shouldn't be able to reappear for a while. I have a feeling that HE decided when I came out of... wherever it was I had been sealed.... It fits his personality." He seemed a bit more quiet now. Possibly a bit depressed, at this point. It was a lot to go over, even if he had no connection to the village and the plague; it had become evident that the 'demon' was the source of the plague, and yet Plague felt as if it was all his fault. The room was a tad bit cluttered, but now that these people knew, he felt a bit safer. He made his way back to his desk, took a larger cotton ball, tore it into 3 peices, moving the 2 sleeping fairies to the soft makeshift pillows, and laying their head down as he continued. "but everything that he said was true. I will call myself plague until I can cure that damned virus. But Demon was much more offensive in the village; as stated, he has different tendencies. He probably filled out that form, and did it for fun, too. Freak."

Icy slowly walked behind Celsius heading towards the cafeteria as he reached in his pocket for a singular bag of ice cubes, he popped one in his mouth swishing it around like water. Nothing was more refreshing to him then his bag of ice cubes. He looked to Celsius and shook the bag to her asking if she wanted one, the sound of crunching as he chewed on the block of sheer ice.

"It's not like it's happening right now, Sahrah." Kor said, yawning. "No need to pull that trick on me. Just give me a second, I want to read this."
Curious, the half-demon unrolled the small poster Finn had given him.

Several things happened instantly. A LOUD burst of ear-piercingly high-pitched singing, the lyrics nobody could make out as the source was incinerated near instantly. Before dying, the poster's final words were something about, and I quote, a "super-duper-amazing party that nobody should miss because-", and that's when it died.

And now Tristam was hiding under the bed, glaring from the darkness at what was now a pile of smoking ash, as if expecting it to do something else.

At this rate, he'd be lucky just to get any decent amount of sleep.

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Tao glared for a brief moment at the fairy resting on her chest, and was about to flick her away before Plague took the sleepers.
She was also about to speak, when a commotion from nearby drew her attention. It didn't seem entirely dangerous, there would've been screaming otherwise.

Still, she had to investigate. "I must go, the students are getting restless over something. It is probably nothing, but..." Shaking her head, Tao left the vicinity.

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A loud *CRACK!* was heard as Salamander appeared at the door to the blademaster's office, and began rapidly knocking at it. "Yuushio! You theret?! Got something sorta important here!"

Claira raised a brow at Ori and giggled. "I say, good sir, are you mocking me?" she said playfully

Claira squeaked and giggled at this, hugging him back as the candles flames turned a bright pink with her happiness and love for him. "I missed you..."

Claira clung to him, the flames of the candles getting a bit bigger and brighter as she kissed him. "We still need to plan the wedding..."

Claira smiled widely, the candles around them burning brightly with a pinkish hue. "I was thinking...maybe we can have it at the valleys near where i grew up. There's a venue there, and a clubhouse for the afterparty, and the view is beautiful..."

Claira nods, looking at the candles with a smile. "Your own personal touch?"

OOC: What about them?

OOC: I don't think that pm-ing works here... I have tried before and recently, but to no avail.

IC: plague was slightly offput by the kiss, but simply let her rest as he sat down on his bed. "I don't mind if anyone stays for a visit, but I have some notes to take... And a few other things to study." Upon saying this, he took out a small journal, whose face wsa made up of bound leather strips, a blue gem in the center of the books face, and a black material in the middle, presumibly stone. He began recording notes on the nights encounter, before he began to shift through the pages rapidly; something was coming together, but nothing really new came from it... All that came from the notes being side-by-side analyzed just revealed the "demon's" ability to occasionally manifest physically for a high cost of energy, but obviously something else was afoot here. He began by taking out a smaller, regular red booklet that had been embroidered with gold coloring for a rather antique-looking effect. Here he drew a collection of rough sketches, consisting of the face and other body parts of the "demon"

"this is far too annoying... he needs a name." Plague thought, only for that obnoxious thing to start its yapping again, as it shouted within his mind "OOH, do something cool like nexus! Or... OBLIVI-ON!" Plague gave a short sigh, before responding with "I think I prefer... Mendax"

Mendax(???): "UGH, that sounds terrible... you sound like a real idiot, you know that?"

Plague: "It has meaning... to bad you are of so much incompetence that you cannot find it, fool..."

Icy shrugged as of "suit yourself" and stuck the bag straight back into his pocket. Swallowing the piece of frozen wonders, he sighed out a happy relief, his breath was more of a fresh feel then when he woke up. "Well, ghost's do have to have fresh breath too, you know?" Icy smiled patting his pocket. "Aren't you able to form snow yourself Celsius?"

Claira giggled a bit, adding a touch of red to the flames