Rohad Acadamy (School of the Element Wielders) IC

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Akio was glad to oblige her when it came to showing his face so he stepped out of the foliage. His swords metal was dark, black as midnight and the blood dripping from the blades entire length onto the forest floor only served to make it darker. He looked at her curiously, this one wasn't even screaming in pain or trying to run from such an intense and disabling blow even if it was only in the mind. She was worth testing.

"You dont try to run or flee, even with a blow like that." He said his intelligent dark eyes looking at her as if he knew all her secrets and saw everything about her. "Your brave, or perhaps just stupid." He tilted his blade to hat the blade was facing her as he held it perpendicular to his body. "I wonder however, can you even fight me in that condition?" He said bringing his thoughts sustain that illusioned dagger to make it much harder to break from it. This was a test, if she was strong enough to break his mind magic then she had some talent.

"This test is meant to cull out the weak from out ranks. Your the 6th ive tested so far and none of the others passed. Are you stronger then they are? Are you strong enough to fight in the war to come? Or rather, can you even stand?" He asked looking at her with a faint smile as he seemed to put a hand in his coat pocket and made the illusion of a knife which he took out and held loosely in his other hand. He raised the dagger with a flick as it turn in his hand and it was obvious he was gonna throw it. @Greenie
 
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"What's the point in running and screaming?" Amitis' voice was rather mild, even if her eyes were tinged with annoyance. She gritted her teeth, eyes narrowing further as her right hand clenched once more. Her left hand meanwhile was splayed over the top of her uniform, seemingly useless. "It'd only cause you to feel some pleasure and worth. Besides, I've been tested by people like you... probably better than you. I'm not as weak minded as the pitiable fools all that blood belonged to."

It was true that while the mind wielding annoyed her, she wasn't particularly scared or worried at the sight of the blood that dripped off his blade. "Sometimes a person can be both brave and stupid, didn't you know?" Amitis didn't think she was stupid, however... and there was no bravery in staying still when running wasn't a viable option. Well, not at the moment.

Her eyes followed his hand and observed the knife he took out. She wasn't sure whether that was a real knife or he was just messing with her head, but she didn't want to find out the hard way. Without further ado her left hand flicked and a needle went flying toward Akio. Its tip had been dipped in a muscle paralyzing poison that wore off after an hour's time. With her other hand she summoned water and threw it toward his face, hoping to catch him off guard, or at least shatter his concentration.​
 
Galen Morket, "Spirit of Darkness"
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Galen stopped the moment Angel did, his shadows taking him to her side. He had never used his powers for so long, and to be honest, it was somewhat exhilarating. He could feel the blood pumping through his body, felt his power flex in ways he rarely did, having repressed it for so long. His eyes glittering, but no other signs of emotion on his face, Galen looked at Angel when she began to speak again.

"The direction of the finish line was never stated." He said in response to her question, glancing up at the sun himself, or what he could see of it. "All the man in black said was that it was on the other side of the forest. Since we started in the west, I assume that east is the direction in which we ought to go in." He sighed softly. Suddenly an idea popped into his mind, making an incoherent sound of rage leave his lips.

"There's no way to be sure what direction to go in... This is all one big test! Not to reach the finish line, it's not a race... It's a test of survival. Who can survive 48 hours in the jungle with the other wielders... Who lives, and who dies... This whole jungle trip was engineered to cull out the weak and leave only the strong." The sheer callousness of it disgusted him, and yet the genius of the plan was unable to be denied. Should any student actually make it out of the jungle, no doubt a teacher would be there to tell them it was the wrong side and send them back in. Meanwhile, the students would run into each other and fight... to the death, in some cases. The plan was bloody brilliant, and brilliantly bloody. Galen wondered, a bitter smile on his face, what would happen if only one student made it out alive....​
 
He decided he like her, her attitude was just exactly what was needed to be a soldier. She didnt show fear but it was obvious that she wasent underestimating him ethier. He found him smile widening slightly. "I can't say it gives me pleasure, but it certainly confirms my theories about the weakness of most of those here." He said simply with a dark smile. "Though it seems like you got a bit of spunk in you, with your talk of bravery and stupidity. Perhaps they are only two sides of the same coin and the one who lives or dies well is brave and everyone else is stupid." He said offering his opinion even as she decided to strike.

She threw the needle and he simply flickered up his sword like a striking viper and knocked the needle of course past him. With the water thrown at his face he simply looked at it and deftly side stepped and moved his head out of the way with the side step and cocking it to the side. If she had thrown her water at the center of his body he might have had to take more effort to dodge but aiming for a small and easily moved target like the head from that range while it may guarantee an instinct KO or even death it was far easier to dodge then aiming center mass. As he side stepped his arm flashed out like a whip and the dagger flew threw the air. Even if she raised her hand to block it the dagger would simply go threw but would let her know it was a mind dagger but it felt real enough.

It seemed real enough as pain flared in her right shoulder white hot like fire. The feeling of her body seemingly pinned to the tree by the dagger seemed real enough. The blood running down from her shoulder seemed real enough. Back when he was first discovering his power over the mind he had cut and hurt people, tortured and killed, and even did many of these actions to himself for one reason. To make it his illusions more realistic. To him the point of mind magic was not to create a fake illusion to confuse your opponent, it was to convince your opponent that your image of the world of imagination was real. "Your brave ill give you that, but you should have aimed center body rather then a small target like my head. He reached into his coat and produced a handful of knifes. Her right arm was next to useless since if she moved the arm the 'knife' would create intense pain by opening the wound and scarping the bone. "If you want the main to end just open your mind to me and i will give you peace." He decided that she had proved herself in all other regards so this would be his test. "Just surrender." He said trying to tempt her as he threw a third 'knife' at her other shoulder, by now not expecting her to break threw the knives and the pain by now. @Greenie
 
Amitis took a breath before her face took its usual impassive look as she tried to figure out what this person wanted. At first she had had no doubt that he would kill her; seeing the blood on his blade told her that he knew how to use it, and use it well. But then, why hadn't he killed her yet? Why was he simply talking? Maybe he liked playing with his prey? She saw that her attacks had no effect on him; it irritated her that she was still not able to get fully out of his mind control. Was this the reason she had not been able to become a full fledged member of the clan?

No! She couldn't, wouldn't think like that. She was not going to be a failure this time around! She forced herself not to show any emotion when he made it clear that her attacks were futile. There was no reason to waste her breath when that time could be used in other worthwhile pursuits... namely trying to figure out a way to stay alive and not get skewered by the very endowed blade. But what could she do when she couldn't move anything but her hands? She tried moving her right arm, and that was when the dagger hit her in the shoulder. Her eyes widened a moment, feeling the burning pain; she swerved her eyes to look at her shoulder and there she could see the flowing blood. Dammit, dammit all to hell!

She bit the inside of her lip, the feeling of pain surging through her. Not real, she told herself, this is not real. There is no pain. You've had worse. But it felt real enough, and even looked real enough that she was wondering if she was wrong and that she could no longer tell reality from what her mind may be manipulated into believing. She looked at him as he spoke, trying not to betray any sign of pain of fear, though beads of sweat were growing on her forehead and trickling down her temple. Her eyes returned to normal as she took in a breath and let it out slowly.

"I will not surrender," she said, her words simple but her tone decisive even as she watched the third knife coming toward her. "I'm not scared of pain." Her hand twitched once more as she summoned water, sending it toward the knife. She wasn't sure if it was real or not, but she did know that attacking him with water wouldn't work.

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He didn't even bother to dodge backward or to the side this time, instead he sunk into a crouch and shot forward like an arrow from a bow till he grabbed her hand and rose it high to pin her wrist to the tree with his hand, real this time though she could tell no difference. She had not broken the knifes embrace so she couldn't move her legs and with one arm disabled and the other still recovering from an attack she had very little chance to counter. In her mind he slammed another illusioned knife, this time threw her palm into the tree, even if the knife was an illusion her body thought it was real so her armed would remain pinned up against the tree regardless, increasing the idea that this may be real. After all could an illusion hold up her arm.

"I would be careful before telling someone your not afraid." He said in a low whisper, different from his earlier tone that made him sound dangerous to almost like he was trying to convey a point. "They may try to take you up on that offer to try and make you feel fear." Suddenly there was another knife in his head and with a deft twist he plunged it down deep into her upper shoulder very close to her neck and the veins in it, sending it down to the hilt.

"Fear is something instinctual, primal, and useful if channeled correctly. Fear, can make you stronger or weaker depending on what you fear." He said taking a 5th dagger and looking down at her with eyes as deadly as a shark. He delivered a suddenly side blow, stabbing his knife deep into her vulnerable and weak stomach. Hand still on the dagger he began to twist it inside her body cutting her up further inside as e spoke. "Then again, what do you know of fear." His voice not seemed dark and rumbled with a hidden darkness as the shadows in the clearing seem to lengthen. While all the knifes were illusions that was not, the dark inside him almost seemed to react with joy at the sight of blood, even in a illusion to trickle down her body.

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Amitis tried to jerk back when he came forward, and she even did but it was to no avail, of course. There was a tree right behind her, and it wasn't as if she could move move much anyway. A trace of fear rose in her with him so close. She struggled to move her hand away from his wrist before a gasp of pain escaped her as she felt the knife pierce through her hand and pin it into the tree. It was so sudden that she couldn't help it, although a year or so ago she would have probably been punished for letting such a sound out. The pain from the three knives however were starting to take their toll on her. It took everything she had now not to make another sound.

She didn't understand what was his purpose. Was he torturing her? Was he enjoying this? She couldn't tell. From intimidating it now sounded almost as if he was a master in the clan, showing her everything she had done wrong. Except this wasn't there, this was in this jungle where she didn't know if she would be left alive or left as a corpse. She didn't want to die, but most of all she didn't want to die a coward. She was strong dammit! She could take this-

Another cry of pain escaped her when he shoved the knife into her shoulder. Before another could escape her she bit down hard on her lip, hard enough that her teeth pierced through the soft flesh and blood trickled down to her chin. Her eyes were transfixed on the knife. She would not show weakness. It was like a mantra in her mind, repeating itself, but the words were failing her as her eyes glazed over with tears of pain. A chocked sound was expelled from her mouth as he stabbed the next knife into her stomach. Her eyes fought to keep the salty water in; it was a hopeless battle. Fear? She didn't understand what he was saying. Was she feeling fear now? She didn't know. Pain, yes.

It occurred to her that perhaps she should just surrender. Maybe then he'd just be merciful and slit her throat. "No..." she mumbled. She couldn't do that. Then it would all be true. If she was going to die, it would because she didn't surrender. She would not be a coward!

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Lao
Junjuri Jungle
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Lao sighed, it seemed that all hints of hostility between them had been culled. Although the earth girl seemed to be angered my him burning the bush. He just had to be sure that there would be no more people hiding on th bushes. He would have much rather been on the safe side, he glanced around at the students that had gathers by the stream at the moment. There was about 4 of them in total, all of them commoners, which made them lucky.

Lao glanced at the girl who seemed to finally stand down, he noticed the emblem on her glove and raised and eyebrow, she was a Space Wielder, she would be dangerous to fight. He frowned at her comment about air. Lao to a whiff also, he frowned, she was right, someone had drawn some blood. "Shit." He mumbled as he jogged over to the 2 unconscious bodies of the nobles near the bank. He rolled both of the bodies and checked the thoroughly, he sighed, both were alive, nor bleeding.

"We have a problem, if he we have a murderer running around we should get the hell out of her." be said apprehensively. Lao would rather live through orientation, dyeing was not and option for Lao. He walked across the stream, ignoring the cold water, he walked onto the other side of the stream and walked straight into the jungle.
 
"Your right, you do know nothing of fear." He said suddenly despite the fact he knew it to be defiance rather then agreement. He stuck like a snake, a 6th dagger appearing in his hand which he shoved just under her heart. 4 more daggers would suffice for the point he was trying to make and for his test. Never the less he soon got an idea and grabbed the collar of her green shirt and pulled ripping the top half of it down to the knife imbedded in her chest, it wasn't enough to truly expose her chest even if she ha nothing underneath but the threat was obvious. "Does it scare you, knowing i could do whatever i wanted to you?" He said quietly running to fingers lightly down her side mixing in true feeling and illusion to make it seem all the more real. "I could prolong your suffering for hours and even days, i could take your body and anything else i wanted from you and there is nothing you could do." He said matter of factly another one of the daggers coming out of is coat.

"All you need to do for this to end is surrender to me. The pain you feel, what i could do to your body could all go away if you just surrender a few simple things of little importance. What is your honor and courage compared to your life." He said trailing the daggers tip down her right arm, drawing blood and leaving a thin red line going down her arm still he stabbed her threw her other hand. Injuries like that permanently damaged nerves in her hands, she would never be able to grip a sword or even silverware with any amount of tightness again and her hands would never be as nimble as before. Or at least that is what she felt with the daggers.

The next two knifes were mechanical and precise, the first piercing into her body at an angle so the last few inches of the dagger sliced across her lug in a deadly wound that seemed to half collapse the lug and make every breath difficult. Untreated she could die in less then an hour. His next was imbedded in her wrist, opening a major vein and seemingly spilling more of her blood onto the floor. By this point to her it would seem like the forest floor under he was becoming red with her blood and blood loss and lack of breath simulated by his illusion would start to make her light headed even as he put another dagger at her neck. "Do you surrender girl?" He said finally at the end of the test. @Greenie
 
Amitis could feel herself weakening now. It didn't really matter anymore, if this was someone messing with her mind or if this was really happening to her. She lurched slightly when the dagger was shoved in her chest, her glazed eyes still able to see what was happening to her. She watched as her top was ripped open before her eyes slowly looked up at Akio, not showing any feeling aside from pain. His words, some made sense and some only confused her. Wasn't he already doing all he wanted? Even though she knew what he meant, that didn't scare her. What did purity matters when the rest of her body was taking brunt?

No... you're wrong... He was wrong, wasn't he? Pain was... pain wasn't nice, it hurt, burned, it made her want death. Maybe he was right, and her stubborn pride was just something in the way of survival. Survival was what matter, no? Her eyes moved to her arms, blinking slowly as she watched the thin line of blood running down her arm. Once more a cry left her, though it wasn't really as loud as the other ones. It was almost as if her body was telling her to just give up. How much more could she take anyway? No on would blame her! It was a person's base instinct to head toward ease rather than strife!

Her breaths were coming out harshly as the last two daggers were used on her. She looked away from the blood, her eyes moving up so that she was no longer looking at anything but the foliage about her. "Why... would I... now?" she managed to ask. It didn't make any sense to her. There was no way for her to survive after being stabbed as she was. So why finally give up her pride and honour? She stopped speaking as she felt her eyes starting to shut on their own accord. If she was going to die, she'd rather it be because she didn't give in.

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He looked at her as s he refused him one more time whether it was a misunderstanding or her own reasons she had refused as so he thought he more more lesson. "hen know how easy it is to die." He shoved the dagger in her throat and like actual death all her pain disappeared and she sunk into blissful darkness. He could easily kill her like this, if a mind user could convince someones brain that it was dead that it could simply die but he didn't do that. Instead he simply did the equivalent of knocking her out with his mind since by this point all her resistance had drained away and released all other enchantments.

He started walking away and wondered if he should move on immediately. Working intense and long lasting mind magic like that took a large amount of energy and he hadn't been expecting combat so he hadn't gone out of his way to eat or bring supplies with him. He was hungry. He could cook food here or put some distance between them but she was the first to pass his test and he found himself vaguely interested in the girl. He looked back, she'd probably be out for like 10 minutes, he had time. He walked away from her quite some distance before finding prey, her cries had scarred off the closest prey. However once he found them it was simple to kill them, animals had no mental defenses and he could press with his mind till he extinguished there's leaving no physical damage. a very effective hunting technique.

He brought back two rabbits and a large brightly colored bird that he couldn't identify and came back to camp. She would still be asleep for a few minutes so he got a fire going, usually in a race like this that would be considered suicidal as the smoke could draw any number of people to his location but he was not afraid of those who would come. He had flint on him so he started it quite quickly and began skinning the first rabbit. He was still doing this around the time she should be waking. @Greenie
 
Meg nodded, agreeing with the fellow. She didn't want to be anywhere near a crazy person who was bent on killing others. She wasn't sure about the people she was with right now, but at least, so far, they seemed somewhat normal. She let out a breath before uncrossing her arms and looking to her two former companions. Did they still want to continue with her through the jungle? It was up to them, of course; she didn't mind either way, but now was the time to decide.

"He's right," she said, pushing her annoying bang back behind her ear once more. "There's no point staying around here. I for one don't wanna be stabbed before I even start at the academy." Well, she didn't want to get stabbed afterwards either, but she was sure they got the point. She pulled out her slingshot, just to be on the safe side. She could always bring up a wall around the group if something went wrong, but she'd rather the opportunity of that not arise.

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Amitis' head slumped when the final dagger was shoved in her throat. She was a little shocked; she might have hoped, but she hadn't actually thought he would finally end her life. Even as she felt blackness engulf her and carry her off to oblivion, the smallest curve came upon her lips. Relief and a small sense of satisfaction that was gone in less than the span of a second. She hadn't succumbed, she had held on to her pride and honour, even if it had caused her death. For some reason, that didn't count as failing to her...

Her eyes slowly opened, uncomprehending. Where was she? She blinked, seeing the verdant foliage that her eyes had closed to earlier. She was never really a believer of an afterlife and this seemed much too familiar. The smell of smoke and the crackling of fire had her look toward its source. Her eyes widened as she not only saw the fire but the person who had made it. Her heart started beating fast as she swallowed and looked away. She had to be dreaming... no. Dreams were what you had when you were alive. Then what, a ghost? There was no such thing... was there? She didn't know.

She stayed still, though her hand moved. She looked down at it and she realized there was no blood, no daggers. She was whole. Why? Why hadn't he just killed her? What was the point of all that? So many questions were going through her mind right now. And along with that, there was fear as well. What if he tried once more? She didn't trust herself to go up against him, not the way she was. They both knew it, she had no chance.

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"Your awake." He said simply as she stirred, even her small movements had been enough to grab his attention especially since he knew when she would wake. He had only put her to sleep for so long. He had finished gutting the first rabbit leaving his hands bloody as he began cutting away the meat and started gutting the second. It seemed he planned to make a stew with the two rabbits and cook the bird. He had a small pot and spices along with silverware since he couldn't find those in the wild he carried them with him. He was filling the small bot with water and set it to boil before turning to you.

"Do you want some food." He asked looking at you and cleaning the blood of his hands with some leaves. He walked over and offered you is hand to help you up his expression mild like he didn't just torture you for many minutes. He waited for you to either get up yourself or take his hand before speaking. "You passed the test i set for you, you are stronger then the others." He said plainly like it was true. @Greenie
 
Amitis was still a little jerky, not her usual self at all. Normally she was completely composed, her face like a stone, a lake on a calm day. Right now however, that lake had a wind blowing over it. She saw the blood on his hands and it was an instant reaction for her to look back at herself, just in case. Of course, there was no blood on her, no sign of anything. If a stranger saw her, it would simply look as if she woke up from a nap and someone was being rather nice and making food for him. She realized this, and the normalcy of the situation almost scared her.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, managing not to jerk again when he came over, offering her a hand. Her tongue shot out, licking her lips for a second as she contemplated, looking at it. There was a possibility that this was just another trick of his... but for what reason? She couldn't find any reason to mind torture her and keep her alive if he was only going to complete the deed. And even if it was another trick, was there really an escape for her right now? She didn't know. And... what was this 'test'? She blinked as a possibility came to her, and it even made sense once she thought about it, remembering the speech from before the race.

"Yes," she said, voice clear as she took the hand and pulled herself up.

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[fieldbox=Angel Gregarious, white, solid]

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[Location: Jungle floor]
[Mood: Annoyed]
[Interaction: Galen]
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Angel sighed in annoyance. This school was getting on her nerves. She didnt want to spend two days in this God Forsaken jungle. She wanted a bath, she wanted out of here with students who were set on killing eachother. From the start, she had one goal: Get ouf of here alive and do it fast.

Angel slipped her blades into their proper sheaths and faced Galen, placing her fists on her hips. She was beyond annoyed, and for the first time she was out of ideas. There was no possible way she was trapsing through the forest blindly, only to make it out and have to restart. Their 'game' was starting to piss her off severly.

Angel narrowed her eyes at Galen and exhaled dramatically, leaning against the trunk of a thick tree.

"Well? What do you suggest we do now? We cant just run through the forest blindly. Chances are we'll land in some Idiots trap and die."


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Galen Morket, "Spirit of Darkness"
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Galen sighed in response to Angel's question. "I don't know." He finally answered, being honest despite the fact that it might make Angel think less of him. He didn't care what she thought, since he knew he could beat her. Her space and mind powers were nothing against the darkness he kept hidden in his soul. If he wanted her dead, she would die. No questions. Shaking that thought out of his head, he tried to think of something to change the subject, anything but thinking about their depressing situation. "Hey, I'm hungry." He said suddenly, with forced cheer. "Are you? I'm pretty sure there are animals we can hunt here."

It was then, with the reminder of the hunger brewing in his belly, that Galen smelled the scent of a fire carried to him by the wind. And since it didn't appear to be a forest fire (the smoke wasn't thick enough for that), it had to be a campfire. And the only reason someone would make a campfire this early... was to cook something! "I think I smell a campfire, and something cooking." He said to Angel. "Do you think we should go check it out?"

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[fieldbox=Angel Gregarious, white, solid]

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[Location: Jungle floor]
[Mood: Uninterested]
[Interaction: Galen]
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Angel snapped her head to look at him, utter disbeliefe written across her face. This guy was going to be a piece of work. It was obvious Angel could beat him. Kill him without even realizing it was happening. However, having an Ally was beneficial. It always worked out. If it didnt, then you just dispose of unwanted trash.

"What do you take me for? A wild animal? I'm not a scavenger. I prefer meals that didnt almost eat my face."
She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at Galen. This guy... Was something else. However, she couldnt help the small corner of her lips from twitching into a small smile. She hid it before he noticed, or atleast hoped he didnt notice. She had to keep up a wall in front of her, no emotion, or he would think she's weak.

Sighing, she took the blades from their sheath, the Katana sizes blazes shrinking down to two seperate daggers.

"Fine, We'll check it out. Just dont expect me to eat anything we find."

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Sylver watched as the fire wielder leaving and walking into he jungle. It wasn't a good idea to her. Even if none of the people here are extremely trustworthy it was good to have a group if you needed to face an enemy who likely kills for no reason. Then the group would have a common enemy. Meg seems to agree with him, as she pulled out a slingshot from her pocket. Sylver watched as they both went into their defense mode, it was the only natural ting to do in a situation like this, when someone is out for blood. This was bad. One single person who has a boundless desire for blood will make the whole event unlimited times harder for every other person in it.

"Who ever that is, he or she must be pretty confidant in their ability. You know, drawing blood this early on."

She paused for a second. Thinking about the safest place for her. The tree tops? It'll be harder to hide up there, and sky combat was what Sylver was used to. No, that's not safe enough. The sky. The true skies. That was where she belonged.

"I'll take the skies, it seems that who ever that was is getting closer."

The gravity field's effect deepened, the tail wind was blowing strong also. After bouncing on to a tree, Sylver hopped onto a tree top like what she did about half a hour ago. Only this time she wasn't aiming in front of her, but straight above. The sky was bright with the noon time sun, and sight was defiantly better with out all the tree shadows. She pulled out her telescope, and gazed around the jungle. The sky was clear. Except. The smoke. It was smoke from a campfire. Why would someone do that at this time of day. Who ever did that must be confidant as the guy who was throwing blood all over the place. Heck, they could be the same person as far as I know. She wasn't sure though. That remark might be more of a joke than anything. Standing on the tree tops, ready to hover in to the air with the tail wind at any time, Sylver scanned around the jungle with the telescope, again, again, and again. It was always good to scout the area.
 
Galen Morket, "Spirit of Darkness"
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Galen couldn't hold back a smirk at Angel's last comment. Rolling his eyes, he retorted with a dry sarcastic tone. "Well then that just means more for me then." Hopefully it would make the young noble woman smile again, even if it was just a twitch of the lips like she had just before. She might have thought she hid it, but he had seen it, and it made him... feel, something. Joy, perhaps? He rarely felt such things anymore.

Letting out a weary sigh, he began to trudge through the jungle again, following the thin trail of smoke that wafted through the trees. He wielded his two long daggers as foliage clearers, making the path easier for the young woman behind him. He also made sure that he picked the easiest path through the trees, avoiding fallen trees or little pits in the ground, once more out of consideration for Angel.​
 
[fieldbox=Angel Gregarious, white, solid]

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[Location: Jungle]
[Mood: Amused]
[Interation: Galen]
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"Hey, Hotshot, I know what you're doing up there, and I just wanted to point out that I wouldnt be here if I didnt know how to get my hands dirty. I just choose not too."
She was refering to him clearing a path for her. It was a nice gesture, but she used the gravity field to bend the plants and branches from catching on her uniform. Despite her tough nature, she wanted to wear her signature white dress with its lace and ribbons.

At this point, she had a full fledged smirk, her arms crossed over her chest as she walked. It had been quite a while since she had felt this playful, but she disregarded. Probably the heat of this damned jungle making her feel this way. She showed no emotion for anybody, especially humor.

She used the gravity field around her to pick up a small pebble, launching the little rock torward Galen. She giggled, and cursed in her head and quickly stifled it. Damn, did she really just do that? The laugh sounded foreign to her ears. The Gregarious family didnt laugh. Never in her life had she seen her mother nor Father do such a thing. Angel didnt even realize she was capable of such an action.

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