Eureka Academy: First Semester [RP]

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Ashling was comforted by Marco's assurances, but it was still her first mission, and her nerves were on edge.

"That makes me feel a little better, Marco. I still shouldn't have judged you so quickly though," she said softly.

She stepped around a stick on the ground, careful not to break the quiet. If there were any surprises, she preferred it be on the creatures' end. With her arrow pointed down, she swerved around obstacles, and took care not to lose sight of Marco.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a movement. It was coming in her direction. Turning to face her opponent, she saw that it was, in fact, a goblin. She shot her arrow quickly, catching it in the foot. Right where she aimed.

She had thought an arrow to the foot would make the goblin drop. She thought maybe she could get answers from one, without inflicting any fatal wounds. However, almost immediately, the creature retreated. Although hobbling, it fled quickly.

"Hey," she said to the others. "Should we follow it, Orin?" She raised her bow, pointing the top in the direction of the of the trail of blood on the fallen leaves.
 
She felt a bit sorry for the beings as the guy caught them out one by one. It looked brutal even though it was obvious he only knocked them out.

Looking at his hands. The raptir girl attempted to channel her power into her own hands to. Which proved more difficult, than she had at first assumed.
At first the particles glowed in the air around her. And just about started to go down along her arms before fading out. The second time, she almost sent of a fireball going to fast trough the procedure. Quickly apologizing to Walther and Soren.

Abandoning her attempts to mimic. Alise glanced at Manu perhaps he could her some pointers on how to go about this.
Or wait Soren was in the same sect as her maybe he had a better idea? But wouldn't it be rude to ask Soren about what Manu did behind Manu?
The young girl looked from one to the other. Manu didn't seem to enjoy the company either, further discouraging her from asking....
 
Soren Valstrom:

The runecaster followed after Grimm lazily, his hands behind his head. Watching the overly serious demonstration of the Manu's powers he was applauding Grimm at the end of it, albeit very sarcastically. The slow echoed of his clapping rebounded off the walls and the sounds of other elementals reacting to the noise were beginning to be answered, the closest ones moving with curiousity.

"Well done. And again, well done. You proved me wrong; you DO know what you're on about. And now we can box these little things up buuuut... I think I may have just attracted a few more. Calm down, calm down. I'll take care of these."

Soren rolled his eyes in a mock 'now I have to take over for your stupidity' attitude as he left the two unconscious babies behind and went into the classroom's adjoining lab. There were several more here, two swirls of wind element peeking out from the ventilation shafts; with any luck the seals had prevented them from escaping. Scorch mark lined the wooden and metal desks from where the two lightning elementals had been playing around for the past few hours and the lights were flickering thanks to a dark elemental in the corner.

"You're just a bit too untidy for these little buggers," he said nonchalantly at Grimm, though expecting the Manu to not hear it at all.

He brought his index fingers to his lips and bit them, sharp teeth gouging small cuts in the tips. In the air, he began to write out complicated sigils and runes, two different ones flowing from both of his fingers as his blue blood made them. As the symbols were completed, the lines of floating blood glowed a light blue until the entire seal hovering in the air was charged. There were slight alterations to each of the fmorulaes but they were majourly the same though if one could read the arcane sigilwork, they might know that it could be branched out into a much larger seal that could contain more powerful elementals. As it were, these quick and simple ones were enough to handle the infant elementals before him.

Holding his palm against the center, he closed his eyes in concentration as a miniature seal of blood exploded from his palms, flying directly at a wind and lightning elemental. As soon as it hit the ground beneath them, they froze entirely, their small frames completely paralyzed. Two more sigials burst out, the blue blood soaring after the two elementals who were now int he process of fleeing in the flickering light only to be caught in the blood sigils. The sigils glowed eerily, marking the bound elementals positions. The dark elemental was cowering in the corner, the lights no longer flickering.

The cuts in Soren's hands were healing now, the flesh stitching itself together easily. The blood hung in the air before it flowed back into Soren through his mouth, the runecaster swallowing it.

"That's how you do it," he said casually towards Grimm, as though he hadn't just done what many would consider dark magic. "No muss, no fuss, and the blood wipes cleans as soon as they're bagged and tagged. Manu. Get me the white students. This little dark one is going to be perfect for them."

Were anyone to have been noticing, they might have seen the icy blue glow of his eyes grow even harsher as his gaze turned hungrily towards the infant elemental.
 
The orc woman sighs as she walks up to the school building, holding her only great axe in one hand and gripping an old stuffed bunny with the other. An ear was missing from it and it was bitten and chewed up from some unknown creature, most likely a wild animal met from the nearby woods of her house or another orc.She tends to stay away from any races that might have been on her planet, especially dwarves and elves. The great axe gave her many looks but no one but the most idiotic and bravest of people would approach a Dominus orc with a great axe. Vanra walked with purpose into the inside of the building, her silver eyes wandering a bit before shaking her head out of it and giving another sigh. "There's plenty'a sightseeing to do Vanra... Just gotta see where I'm stayin'."

After that, she looked around for someone who knew what to do, trying to maneuver her large body around before a sudden idea came into her head. Her neck joints were especially stiff today so with a twist of her head... SNAP! A large crack shocked the other students and made them just move slowly out of her way. When they were out of earshot, Vanra laughed heartily that a single tear fell from her eye. "Ah... An' I donnae even got dat Prestidigitation."
 
(final CS)

Name: Enelya Yávëtil



Age: 16



Race: Elf



Class: Spellbind-weaponer. Any weapon she’s wields or crafts; sword, daggers, bow/arrow she can infuse with magick and spells that can be either temporary or permanent.



Title: student



Sect Study: Dominus - Red



Appearance:
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Enelya stood at barely 5’ tall, with a slim but tone built, she would be called petite. She had long golden chocolate hair that fell in waves around her shoulder though she normally have wore it pulled up away from her face. Her eyes were a soft grey like the sky before snow.



Her skin was sun kissed, caramel, smooth. Her hands were slender and small fragile looking but with more strength then anyone would think. She could easily break a grip if needed. Her legs were long and muscular like a dancer and she moved with the grace of one.



Personality: Enelya’s height has always made people underestimate her, so she can be on the defensive when she meets knew people. However in battle she is all but happy to use it to her advantage. She is saucy and tart and can seem a little rough around the edges but she is loyal and once you get through her touch exterior she is kind and sweet inside.



She tends to be more serious and silent but from time to time when she is around people she trusts and love Enelya relaxes and becomes a little more talkative and energetic. Enelya was also a night owl not a morning bird. It is best to leave her alone until she had had her cup of coffee…maybe its best to wait for the second cup.



Weapon(s): sword, twin daggers, bow/arrows



Abilities/Magic: ability to infused spells into weapons. Currently able to infusion spells of strengthen to make blades all but unbreakable and non-dulling blade edges, as well as spells of accuracy for arrows and bows. She can infusion elemental powers into any weapons but these are only temporary lasting only three uses of the spell but easy to cast, the wielder just needs to know what the spells will do and have that intent they could unleash it allowing non magical people to use her weapons. Currently her fire based spells are her stronger and easiest to infused. Her wind spells were her second best after that she struggled with water and earth spells and was currently learning those two elements as well as a summoning spell where a weapon could be summoned to the owner from any location in a blink of an eye, she was also working on making her elemental spells last longer and/or be permanent.



History:



Lossëhelin Clan existed for several millennial, living in peace with the rest of Eritai and their sister clan the Míriel, elves of healing. Their only enemy really being the Ancalímon Clan, a warrior clan like themselves expect they only destroyed and did not create. The Ancalímon had no skills in creating weapons or healing but they were brutal and fierce fighters. The Lossëhelin Clan had great skills in languages, weaponry, martial arts, and spell craft.


The Ancalímon clan wanted everything the Lossëhelin and the Míriel had and stirred up a war, which went down in history as The Great Elven War. This war lasted 300 years, with massive loses on all sides, including the homelands of both Lossëhelin and Míriel which had been scorched to nothing by the Ancalímon, and the lost of the Lossëhelin. Lossëhelin and Míriel won the war but just barely so they left Eritai and relocated to Corinith on the northern continent in the Ireth Wood to the south, the Míriel merging with the Lossëhelin Clan. On Corinith the new Lossëhelin Clan worked hard to rebuilt what they once had. Another century passed with positive results but unknown to the King of Lossëhelin Sîrfalas Yávëtil, his advisor was betraying them, sending information to the Ancalímon clan, whose King, Failariël, promised him riches and power, when the betrayer Ralondë sent word of the birth of the Lossëhelin King’s daughter and new heir, Failariël knew the time to strike was near.


Enelya grew up on Corinith and knew no other place as home. Though she grew up hearing stories of Eritai and saw many paintings of it that her clans people had created over the years. She learned languages, martial arts, creating weapons, spell craft and healing, though of it all she had a knack for creating weapons and infusing them with spells. She was also a skill fighter, her healing abilities were limited to the basics and she only knew a two languages fluently and the base of a few more. Enelya knew she had much to learn as Heir of her clan, and strived to be the best at everything she did.

When she was 15 the Ancalímon struck hard, and fierce after having been snuck through the boarder spells catching them by surprise. The destruction was massive, only those that would be useful were kept alive, enslaved to continue their crafts for the Ancalímon or to serve as meager servants and bed slaves.


However the one thing Failariël wanted the most, the daughter of Sîrfalas, his seal of conqueror, and his promised to Sîrfalas that he would have his daughter as his mate, was the one thing he did not achieve.


Enelya mother, Elanessë, had sent her away to the Academy, when the fighting had started, much to Enelya chagrin. Her mother made her promise to stay safe and not to come trying to save them, to start a new life, to never look back.


Failariël, King of Ancalímon, self proclaimed King of Lossëhelin, will do everything in his power to find her, wed her, break her will and cement his claim of Lossëhelin.





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Enelya shifted her school bag on her shoulder, pushing back some of her hair from her face, wondering if the messy french braid idea and been the right choice. The loose strands were tinkling her face and she was finding it annoying. Her grey eyes scanned the campus hardly believing how much her life had changed in just under a year. She had no friends here but that was her own fault, she didn't want to deal with people and their prying questions into her life. It had been too raw, too fresh in her mind, the blood and destruction of her home. Her life had settled into a routine of classes, she found an odd peace in it, she could almost pretend her previous life away but then the nightmares would return destroying her illusions as they laughed in her face, taunting her.

She rubbed her eyes, tired, having slept poorly the night before. She was dressed in human clothing (??), jeans, sneakers and a black academy polo with a red dominus patch on the right front of the chest, a light weight red jacket over it, the dominus symbol covering the back of the light jacket. It had taken her some times to get use to clothing other then what she had worn before, tunics, skin tight trouser, tall boots, but she had decided to down play her race as much as possible. Her ears were the only dead give away of her race. In the beginning she had kept her hair down to cover them but of course then it got in her way and she finally gave up and began tying it up. Part of her kept telling her just to cut it off, but she didn't think she was brave enough, long hair was part of her culture, she couldn't recall a single member of her people with short hair, it just wasn't done. That was part of the appeal but also part of the hesitation.

Enelya noticed a cluster of students, both old and new chatting, a few teachers roamed around, getting ready for classes. The campus was a buzz of activity, and she missed the quieter months when school was out for the season. It was harder to hide when the campus was full. She recalled several students trying to befriend her at the beginning, soon however everyone stopped trying. Enelya wasn't sure what they thought of her, if they thought she was stuck up or if they thought maybe she was just a loner. She was surprised by how much it was starting to bother her unlike before when she just didn't care about anything. Maybe it meant she was finally healing.
 
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Orin Sylvari

Orin took a look at where the trail led and looked thoughtful for a moment before he nodded. "yeah. Stay close. Crafty little bastards might have something of an ambush." He said as he drew his scythe for safe measures. He walked down the trail of blood, the forest soon becoming denser and darker, but it was still relatively easy to see. "Sorry if I seem... harsh. First mission I've led.." He spoke softly to them as he kept his eyes open, glancing around when he heard slight movement.

He sighed when he had almost lost the trail of blood, not really being able to see much of anythig on the ground. "Can either of you see where it might have gone?" He asked.
 
Marco


"Hmmm, If bobby was here he could scan the area for traces of where the goblin ran off to, but I'm gonna guess no one here has that ind of ability huh?" Asked the young human boy as he looked to each of his comrades. as he expected, neither gave confirmation of the contrary.

"Alright, well, we do have a few leads. If that had been a red or brown goblin, we might have been in trouble. Goblins skin color changed with its environment, red and brown goblins are the ones that live in tribal camps in forests and mountains. That, however, was a grey goblin. That means it spends most of its time underground. They usually only hunt at night or early dawn, so if it was outside during the daytime, that means its burrow is near. The fact that we managed to lose sight of it means that it probably managed to get back underground while we followed its trail. If we can find the entrance to its burrow, we can find the goblin and the rest of its group. They usually sleep during the day too, so they won't be as vicious or alert as if we met them closer to dusk, even if the one that got away does warn them."

Marco was at this moment very thankful of the many beginner level missions he had taken last year. Since he had very little combat ability, especially before he crafted his pistols, marco had always chosen the safest missions whenever he could not be paired up with bobby. More than a few of those missions involved dealing with the various goblin species that lived around the school, and this would actually be his second time retrieving a set of gardening tools from some goblins, though last time they were brown.

"The only problem is finding that burrow though, and finding it quick. As you can imagine it's not usually out in plain sight. Splitting up would help us find it faster, but that would also leave us vulnerable to be ambushed one by one. Now that the goblins know there are people in the woods who have hurt one of their own, they'll begetting for revenge. If we don't find the burrow fast, we'll be fighting them in the woods instead, which would be less advantageous for us. This is home turf for them after all."
 
Rever Seurwit

Interesting, Rever had never met a Sword Dancer, even among the wide variety Eureka had to offer. The automaton on the other hand had simply moved to Hibiki and spoke to him, ignoring Revers question. From the looks of it, this golem was nothing more than a brute, which made Rever a touch more cautious. Brutes were usually either a boon to missions or a burden. Even still, he stayed calm, this mission wouldn't call for too much fighting, just more defending of themselves. They needed reagents, not animal parts...Did they? Rever took a moment to think about it, but decided it best to ask. "So, anything we need to extract from animals? Just curious."
 
"So, sticking together for now?" Ashling asked as she took another step in the direction the goblin had limped away in. "I mean, he couldn't have gotten very far with an arrow in his foot. The entrance to the burrow is probably close."

She understood that splitting up would help find the burrow quicker, but it seemed like a big risk. From the beginning, Orin had said to stay together, no matter what. She pointed the arrow toward the ground, using the tip to dig through leaves, looking for a tunnel that might lead to the rest of the goblins. Every twig cracking underfoot made her shift her attention. She did not want to fall victim to an ambush.

Ashling strayed twenty yards from Marco at most before checking back in.

"Anything?" she asked. Their silent responses said no.

The sun was lowering in the sky. It wasn't quite sunset, but they were running out of time. The light cast a shadow a few yards away, blocked by a small mound of dirt, previously unnoticeable. Ashling's breath halted.

"Guys," she motioned. "Could that be it?"
 
Isamu Masami

Masami nodded and handed over the small journal to the golem, placing it in the creation's ahnd before he stepped back again. "Sorry..." He spoke quietly. He fell silent again, keeping up with the rest of the group. did they need animal parts? he wasn't sure... Maybe... But, he sure wasn't going to be the one to speak up, for fear of getting barked at by the other kitsune. He stayed silent as he walked, gaze moving down to his feet. Unconciously, his feet began moving in slow, rhythmic motions, almost dancing as he walked, but, to others, it just seemed like he was taking weird steps while he was walking.

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Orin Sylvari

Orin took a look at the small mound of dirt before he nodded. "yeah, let's go." He said. He walked over to it and looked on the other side. There wass, in fact, a hole. It seemed big enough to fit through, but it would be kind of uncomfortable. but, it should only be like that until they made it all the way down. "Stay up here until I give the okay." He said as he picked up a small pebble from the ground and slid himself into the hole. He had to wriggle himself down there, but he did eventually make it.

The cave was dark, but sight was still there. It was just tall enough for them to stand up straight. he grabbed the pebble and tossed it up the hole, alerting the others that it was okay to come down. Down the cave, ther were some torches, but no sound. They were still asleep. They would have to get in and out quickly and silently. They didn't have a lot of time.
 
Marco

When he had heard that the burrow had been discovered, marco immediately went to work assembling a wirebomb but was dismayed to see his team leader just jump down the hole of his own accord. "Geez, how reckless. He must really be sure of his own skill."

He put the wirebomb back into his backpack and proceeded to follow after Orin when he saw the little pebble come back up. He helped Ashling down the hole first, standing guard with his pistol in case they were ambushed, and then followed in after orin last.

Marco peeled his eyes for any small detail when he got down the hole, but found no evidence of enemies nearby. That wasn't good. He saw Orin relax upfront and start moving up. He immediately rushed to his side to intercept him.

"Captain!" he said in a hushed but urgent tone. "We need to get out of here now! I know what you;re thinking, but there's no way in hell that we beat that goblin back to this burrow, no matter how quickly we found it, but there's no way we could have missed them coming out either. All of these guys are awake, and they're justt waiting for us to come closer before they burst out of hiding and swarm us. Unless you're incredibly sure of your odds against them, fighting these things here isn't an option anymore. I was hoping to find them in the middle of gearing up, not already waiting for us."

Bobby

Once the golem obtained the notebook, he turned to the seemingly agitated human sliding around with them.

"To answer your first inquiry, I am a golem, defined as a sentient metal construct animated by magical means. Therfore my specialty is 'tanking' as I've heard some members of the student body adress it. If you're unfamiliar with the term, It means that I possess a high rate of durability and resilience, combined with a near endless supply of energy with which to perform high intensity movement, or what organic beings call my 'stamina'. As such I am capable of absorbing far more damage than most organic beings before breaking down and my high strength allowes me excel at close quarters combat. My speed and agility are both excellent as well, allowing me to navigate virtually any terrain fluidly and without difficulty. As an Arma student however, I have no magical skill, and in fact suffer from a weakness to magical attacks, I also possess no ranged abilities."

He then brought the notebook up, flipped it open, and with blinding speed flipped through every page and shut the book tight. He looked at rever again. "As for your second inquiry, we have a total of 7 different reagents to obtain. They are listed as the following: Six litres of Yelktenk venom, six litres of Alfickon tiger blood, 10kg of whole Burulfa leaves, 25kg of Wanderthread gossamer, One Talaari horn which must be in pristine condition, 5 shoots of blue Krarcania Bloom, and 15ml of Orange Lotus Nectar. As you can see, several will have to be harvested from wild creatures."
 
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Ashling wasn't sure what to do or say. She'd never fought goblins before, and honestly, had never fought anything with the intention to kill. But, it became very clear that a battle was approaching, and it might be a blood bath. She kept her bow string taught.

"Is it just me, or does this seem a lot more dangerous than it originally sounded?"
Ashling whispered. Her voice echoed off the constricting tunnel walls.

"So, we have two options,"
she continued, even quieter than before. "We can keep going, and we may walk into a trap. Or we can get back to the entrance, and think of another option.

"Here's the question, if it is a trap, what are our chances of succeeding? And if we turn around to think of something else, could we be wasting time? I mean, you did say they're nocturnal after all. It's possible they're still asleep and this is our best chance."

Ashling looked back and forth between the two other students. She knew that a consensus had to be found soon. No matter what they did, they would surely fail if they weren't all moving together, as a unit.

She turned toward Orin, "Decision is ultimately yours, boss."
 
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Enelya continued through the campus, listening to different talk, apparently some students are doing a mission and the ones left out were dishearten by this. Everyone's goal here was to get a mission.

(ew short..but nothing much else to post since everyone else is involved in the missions....just waiting)
 
Orin Sylvari

Okay... Orin was completely torn right now. First mission he was leader and already he had to deal with a decision like this. "Uh.. Umm..." He said softly to himself. He stood there, different strategies and thoughts running through his mind all at once. "Umm... Okay... They may be expecting us and already awake, or that one was just unlucky. The odds that they are awake are actually quite high, yet they don't know our exact position. So... Ashling, you're an archer, so I assume you are good at sneaking around. Stick in the shadows and walk along the wall until you can see them. You'll be followed by Marco and i in that order. If they are awake and do see us, Marco will throw one of his smoke bombs and you two will make a break for the entrance to the cave. I'll follow behind you both and we will decide what to do outside. Probably mount a counter attack by obscuring their vision just as they leave their burrow, then striking while they are blinded. We can't rule out the possiblity of their sleeping just as we can't do the same for their being awake. I... Hope that sounds somewhat acceptable. Please... Help me think." He said. He really wasn't sure ifhis plan sounded that good but... it was at least something.
 
He watched as the supposed leader of the group incapacitated and collected the elementals. His eyes glanced over at the other members of his group that he would be catching these little balls of sentient beings. The leader did not seem to look rather fondly of us, but it was understandable. On the other hand there was a little humanoid girl with an array of horns around her body which brought a small cringe to flow up his spine, but he quickly shook it off and moved back to he mission at hand.

Pondering on it, a epiphany had come upon him. These elementals can be subdued and contained, what would stop him from being able to harness them himself? If he could simply capture a few and condense them into small containers that could opened quickly in duress, that would give him great combat capability, especially for his lack of magic that just about every god damn student in this academy has, that or some unique race that no one has ever heard about sporting their own freakish growths here and about.

He turned to the Yellow student. "Is there any way to harness the elemental's power and condense it?"
 
Rever, who usually didn't do much walking for these long walking missions, couldn't help but notice Isamus odd walking. He took note of it, but chose not to speak up, he was a blade dancer, it was probably a habit. The Golem had now addressed Rever as being a tank, which was good to know. His classification other people often called crowd controlling. His prowess over movement was unmatched, since even the surface he was on made no difference, coupled with the fact that his weapon was unlimited in shape, he was able to move quickly and disable foes if he needed too, but he and Kiku still needed more training together in order to perfect this role. Turning around while he was speaking, Rever dicded it would be best to watch where he was going before he back himself into a tree. Disappointment filled Revers breathing as he heard they did indeed need some items extracted from animals.

"Well, I've already seen Hibiki fight, but if you're wondering about me, I'm a weapon specialist with the ability to move as I wish, there is no battlefield I can't navigate. I'll be taking the weapon training class because my weapon, Kiku, is a shapeshifting weapon that has a mind of its own, so we need to learn to work together before I can be promoted to a higher grade. My specialty is using my movement with Kiku to take enemys from behind and under the right conditions split up groups." It was only fair that they know what he did. His offense left much to be desired in terms of his skill, but his weaponry and movement were still being honed, thus him being Yellow.

"Well Rever,"
Kiku began. "I know we can make a very good pair, and we've made excellent progress, I'm very proud of ourselves."

"Is that so?" As Rever spoke he drew his wrist out from his sleeve and glanced at the wrist that Kiku currently took the shape of. The black band had a glistening magenta plate on the top of it that shined brilliantly in the sun.

"Yes, I've gone entire liftimes with people and they never learn properly, some wish to control me."

"Well, if I tried to control you, we wouldn't be partners. We'd be master and slave, and that doesn't sit well with me."

"True enough, I'm glad we see eye to eye."

"Can you really say that," Rever smirked, "With no eyes?"

"Oh hush!"


While Rever didn't hear a laugh, he could tell Kiku was amused by the statement. It was even still an odd feeling to have someone elses thoughts pushed into his head. They were very ideas in all, but they couldn't be expressed clearly yet, speech was simply the method used to keep it simple. Eventually, if Kiku spoke the truth when they met, they wouldn't need words, but that seemed to be a far distance away. That was why he chose to come here, though, to speed the process. Glacing over his shoulder back at the others, he spoke to them again. "How much longer for this walk we're on, eh?" It was actually much harder to judge distance when you weren't taking real steps.
 
Vanra continued to explore the school a bit more, overhearing the conversations of many students in the classrooms. She was a bit curious about the mission aspect of the school and decided to move within earshot of the class, although it seems like it was a spying. Somehow, she blended well with the shadow.

However, the feytouched orc looked over to see a woman spying on the class herself and she walked up to her. "Let me guess, you just got here as well?" It was a wild guess with no basis other than she was not in a room. "I'm Vanra Moonlight, pleasure to meet you." She walked up and extended her hand. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
 
Nogitsune Hibiki:

Hibiki maintained a fair pace ahead of the others, not wanted to be near the blood traitor. It was difficult enough being on a mission with him; near proximity might be enough to send him over the edge and slit the Isamu fox's throat then and there. Indeed, his fingers twitched along the hilts of his blades, his lust for revenge pulling at him with every touch. The power of his tails were showing it too, the forms swishing in agitation. It would have been a curious sight for a mage to see but all natural for him. All said, the trip didn't take all that long, the slowest of them being the golem but it was also the one with the most stamina. Add the fact that none of them besides the golem were in Red, and the party was physically trained to make the four hour journey in roughly a little over two, less if Hibiki had been alone with the blood traitor.

"We're here," he scowled loudly; the Isamu fox still weighed heavily on his mind.

For the rest of them, who had never been to this part of the Eureka Moon, it would come as a surprise to them that there was no jungle ahead of them persay. Rather it was just an expanse of rock that stretched out for miles. However this was just a trick of the light and the properties of the stone crater. The closer they got, the more they would be able to see the crater in the ground that was filled with lush vegetation, towering trees that reached nearly to the top and the sounds of animals running through it. The stone walls of the crater were mildly reflective but the amount and the constant rebounding of the light across the walls made it appear as though it was made of solid rock from a distance.

"Don't move past me, otherwise you get to meet a nice, grisly end at the bottom of the crater. Unless you're me. Then you can jump down. The rest of you might have to use the path over there."

He pointed off to the side were there was a noticeable depression int he rock though still obscured by the reflective covering before leaped down off the side to where the rock walls jutted out, jumping between them easily as he made his descent down into the jungle. For him, it was easy, not just by training but by his constantly unleashed tail. As far as he knew, he was the only one who suffered like this, the only one who was broken. But there were benefit, like increased physical and magical capabilities. He had lived with this for years and knew his limits well; jumping across the rock wall to the ground was easy.

Once he reached the bottom, he made his way over to the end of the path of switchbacks that had been carved into the stone face to allow people to walk down into the jungle. This was where the rest of his group would wind up once they made it down. Then they could begin the slaughter. As if in response, a challenging roar sounded out from the depths of the jungle.
 
"It almost seem a bit brutal when you guys capture them" She commented looking around in the room. "then again i suppose it doesn't hurt them to much" She looked at the mans back.
"Umm any pointers on how to do this properly? Im very new to magic so i take any help i can get" Considering her failed atempt at mimicking that trick before Alysa decided it was better to start of by asking for help instead. She was here to learn after all and experience was the best teacher. But best gained under guidance before you tried to run on your own.
 
" The er.....girl has a point there, Im no magic user, but I suppose I could take a bucket of water and just douse one of those elementals if needed. On a side note, do we get any reward for doing some of this dirty work?"

He put his helmet down by his side as he leaned back on a wall, twiddling his thumbs while observing the incapacitated elementals, prodding it every now and then.
 
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