The Coming Darkness

"Thanks, both of you. I'm never drinking again, I probably had to be put to bed like a child. Come to think of it it's kind of embarrassing," She laughed it off, she looked down at her own chest for a moment and secretly wished she was at least a 36 B.

"You're probably right about me not being the only person, I'll patiently wait. Either way, I'll be seen or one of them will find out about me and seek me out. I just have to be a bit more patient, I thin the excitement from being here has still got me a bit anxious, is all. I'll adjust more as time goes by."

"Ah, don't ever say 'never'. You don't know when the occasion will arise. Drinking is fine, so long as it's done within your limits." Once they reached the dining halls, Kira smirked, glancing at David. "The one with the big boobs? --Oh. I saw her yesterday night but.. I dunno where she went." Heading to the kitchen, she had to think. "Who knows how to cook more than omelets?" she asked, offering them a sheepish smile.

"I know how to cook a lot. But I dunno what sort of ingredients are here." He shrugged. He paused a moment, wondering where everyone else was. Knowing Silver, she was either with JD or training. Perhaps both. Enzo and Sasha were probably also together. Training. Volitaire? Probably also with Eos... Were they training too? He muttered quietly to himself for a moment in Italian, talking about training more to catch up with everyone. He sat down and continued to mumble things about training in Italian until the girls decided what they wanted to eat.

JD was getting bored. Really- did magic summons not work? Yet he knew something that worked just fine. In the fair moments before Voltaire and Silver arrived he strolled over to the PA and fiddled with a few knobs- it was old but not beyond use. The boy- well the person inside the boy- figured that it would at least get to a few people. The PA would crackle on about the same time Voltaire and Silver burst through the door.

By that time JD had returned to his position in front of Eos. He flinched somewhat wildly as Voltaire screamed. “No need to yell- we really aren’t that far away.” JD remarked. “I had really hoped for more, but at least you are here Voltaire.” It was then he pressed the blade into Eos neck a bit further- enough to pierce her and a rivulet of blood to slide down her neck and pool into the fabric of her dressing gown. “I do believe Janus- yes Janus not JD that impertinent child- sought you for help. Honestly I thought the kid was all bluff and charisma and no brains.” He sighed. “Might have worked too if you were around to administer any magical treatment. Instead- you were never there.”

It was then the blade slid down to Eos’s chest- tapping at jewel within the necklace that was lying on her chest. “Well you are here now I suppose,” he breathed. “That is what counts right-? Being there in the end? Because that is what will happen to all of you; you will be trapped there at the end of this all on looking what sort of beautiful destruction Darkness will cause. The last little vision in your eyes will be of the world burning down around you.” It was then he smiled the cruelest and darkest thing one could imagine. “At least those of you that survive this.” It was then he kissed Eos’s cheek softly. “Say goodbye dearest.” And with that he pushed the blade through the stone, which shattered under the pressure, and continued into her flesh.

A loud crackle was heard from above, echoing. Kira looked up and frowned. "What is that?" She asked, confused. Then, there was a voice. Familiar ones. Volitaire, and JD. Jaunus. If that was JD, no wonder he went by the nickname. She listened to the 'announcement', wondering if it was a sort of prank or if JD knew it was on. Surely he hadn't meant to broadcast whatever it was he was doing.

She had no clue what he was prattling on about, but it didn't seem good. Now Volitaire's running in her room made sense. He was looking for JD. Most likely Eos was there with them. "So... no clue where that's coming from?" She asked the other two.

"I'm not picky, so long as it doesn't weigh me down and gives me some energy--I'm fine," Adorra stretched as she walked and yawned a bit. "Don't worry about bringing water when we train, I'll summon up a couple bottles as needed."

She noted that David was Italian and figured that they both could tell she was Irish as far as she knew.

"It's probably something going on upstairs. With who and why--I'm rather unsure at this moment in time. Though One of them kind of sound like that one guy I heard yesterday...The blonde one. Should we go and check it out," She asked curiously.

"STOP!" His face scrunched, tears flooded from his eyes, his fists clenched, runes sporadically spinning around his fists. In the blink of an eye, his Virus once again surfaced showing the ugly, evil held inside of him. His leaped for JD, runes following, chains dragging behind. He let loose a enraged scream, powerful enough for a second voice to howl along with his. His sights was set on the Janus, but he didn't know how far he was going to go with his punishment.

David closed an eye as he heard the crackling noise, opening it again when it stopped. Then he heard that familiar voice, only it sounded different. He sat up slowly, his eyes narrowing at the tone and what he was saying. He thought back to when Volitaire burst into his room, obviously in search of something, and was putting the pieces together. JD didn't sound normal, Eos and Silver were probably both with them. David stood up. "Upstairs, you say?" He turned towards the door, taking a step before turning back. "You two stay here. I'm not sure how dangerous it is, but something is very wrong. So, stay.." He turned again to walk to the door, unsure of what was going on, but willing to do whatever to make sure everyone would stay safe.

Silver, on the other hand, stared at JD in horror. She was both shocked and confused. Why was JD acting so weird? He'd never put Eos in danger like that, let alone hurt her. Volitaire suddenly jumped at him, and Silver didn't know what to do. She looked at Eos, wondering if she was okay. The blood didn't look too promising, but Silver might be able to help her if she could get to her. But there was a bit of a fight in her way.
What should I do??

Adorra sighed when she was told to stay put, that was one of the biggest peeve's she had. She was all too curious to know what was going on and she really did want to help if she could. She didn't argue though, she did as she was told and stayed seated while she waited for him to return with any news--good or bad.

"Yell, if you need us," Dora called to him as he walked away, "We'll be up there as quick as we can."

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Arena: Gaze Wildnerness

Win by: Knock out / Ring out

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Volitaire sat on top a tower of one of the floating structures. Kicking his feet and waiting for his opponent to appear. "So it's Enki." He muttered discontentedly, remembering his last encounter with him. Enki was a strong opponent, but those events were before he received his Storm Ring, and controlled his Virus. He looked down below, replaying the proctors rules of the match. "You must knock out your opponent to win the match!" It looked to be a long way down, he saw nothing but thick, white clouds under his feet. His small phobia of heights began to take blows to his stomach, which he releived with a few deep breaths. The match was starting soon, he was a bit nervous. He never really fought someone for competition. Especially with others watching. It was like he was entertaining the masses. But none-the-less, he wanted to put up a great fight for Enki, and a good show for others. He stood up, placing his hands in his pockets letting the breeze flow through his hair and kick up the back of his jacket. "I'm ready, Enki."

A red line of fire streaked up from below the clouds, landing firmly onto the grass of a separate island. Enki formed, equipped with his demonic gloves and crimson red flame. "Let us hurry, I left the oven on." His face was as serious as ever. Though his place was probably burning down, he intended to finish this fight.

He pointed his hand at Enki's small island, and turned his palm, a magnetic force spawned under it tearing the island apart from the bottom-up. "Good job."

Enki felt the island shake uncontrollably, and Volitaire's hand movements signified that it was his doing. Enki quickly leaped from one island over to another. This island had a small tower on it, but not as large as the one Volitaire was on. He watched as the island crumbled and collapsed down into the clouds below. "I see." With his flames, he prepared his one-handed X-burner.

Chunks of the island orbited the Volitaire's gravity field, the soil and structures compressed into a compact ball. Volitaire opened his palm and the magnetic field repelled the forced together chunks of the island, launching debris at lethal speeds in all directions.

"Hnng-" Eos quivered, trying to pull back from the blade, but felt the hot sting of it slicing effortlessly against her soft skin. She knew this was her end, but why was he toying with her in such a way? Where was JD in all this? Her brother, her twin, the one person who pledged to take care of her through the entirety of their short lives. Where had he gone?

She couldn't let him toy with Volitaire in such a way, tears now beading on the edge of her lower lashes. "No..." She spoke meekly, "Please, don't listen to him... it's not your fault." Her voice was so weak, trembling in fear of it all. Her chest huffed as she dangled helplessly from the ceiling, the imagery of her dearest friends meeting their end because of the plan she took part in unfolding. She had made the commitment long ago, she hadn't taken in consideration that their were truly good people in this world, and that perhaps her parents weren't who she thought they were. But the horror of it all was coming to light with every second - and as JD brought his lips to her tear stained cheek she let out a shrill cry, "JD, I'm begging you-!" But her words were cut off, as the glowing stone shattered into several tiny fragments, falling through the air - glimmering like confetti. But that wasn't all that fell through the air, splatter of blood rained down as well, staining her white gown and JD's cheek, neck and collar.

Her body shook against the blade, eyes wide and filled with shock. Was this the end? She asked, the world around her fading by the second.

Something strange was happening as the pieces of stone fell towards the ground. Every drop of Eos' blood that was spilled was being drawn to the pieces of broken stone like a moth to a flame, and an energy was gathering as more spilled to the floor.

A dreadful moaning could be heard, coming from no particular place in the room - the sound likening to that of the rising dead. "That's it.... more.... I need more! Bleed the girl dry, my dear!"

“Not so fast- we aren’t done here.” JD stated in a manner that one would coincide with a gentle reprimanding of children. “I do believe I can access a bit of power,” he grumbled as Voltaire launched towards him. It was so problematic when hormones interfered with judgment. “God’s Hand,” he grumbled and held up his hand, and the ground shot upwards- mass liquidating and reforming into solid. It was only a trifle of what the spirit that inhabited JD could do, but it was enough to put enough distance between him and Voltaire that he could finish this. Those in the room below would notice that their ceiling looked as if it had collapsed upwards.
JD glanced at Silver- stunned- and quickly looked away as it caused his heart to beat erratically. “No. Not yet.”

The room rumbled and a voice bled in; it was soft enough that it could soothing, and at the same time it was harsh enough that it needed to be obeyed. “I’m working on that my dear,” JD grumbled as he changed the trajectory of his hand quite quickly- from out in front of him attempting to hold the newly formed wall still- and upwards into Eos’s eye. It was a quick movement, and then the knife was withdrawn. Blood poured from the socket and began to be drawn into the jewel, and the light that emanated from it began to grow.

And so it seemed that the last vision Eos would have, would be that of her one true love being abused before her eyes. Could this have all been avoided if she had more willpower? Unable to protest, the life draining from her body - all the feeble little blonde could do was gasp in short bits of air, only prolonging the inevitable.

But JD - no, the male before her had quickly attempted to put an end to her life, bleeding her out as viciously as possible. Eos felt the sharp sting of a blade settling within her right optic before being ripped out once again. She had nothing left in her lungs to scream, and as the blood dripped down her cheek to her chin and neck, tracing it's way between her breasts - the instability of the ceiling had let her body fall to the floor, the chain coming down on top of her.

And as soon as her blood pooled onto the carpet, it was being swirled into the stone - a figure made of red mist soon forming beside her. The life draining from the child was now fueling the rebirth of the mother. That ominous voice now ripping through the air, slowly becoming more audible as the shadow became thicker and more solid.

As the mist faded away, standing before them at five foot, nine inches was the very beautiful Beatrice VanCise. Her hair was a long, wavy blonde that draped itself over her hour glass body. The resemblance between Beatrice, JD and Eos was very clear - but her eyes were narrow like JDs. "Mmmhmm~," She rolled her eyes back in her head, grinning from ear to ear. "Sure feels good to get that blood pumping again!" A sinister laughter followed her words, the woman almost giggling beside her barely living child. "Thanks sweetie, Mama always knew you were a good girl." She knelt down beside Eos , her silky red dress draping around the floor as she slid her fingers through her daughters blonde locks. "But you..." She stood up and turned to face JD. "You've got too much fight in you... and I fear your father can't keep his wits about him.." Beatrice grabbed hold of JD's wrist and threw him to the floor onto his back, in one swift motion she had her heel pressed down on his chest - centered directly atop the stone that had melded it's way into his skin. "Come out, my dear Alarick!" And with one sudden jerking motion, Beatrice had stomped her foot against his chest, shattering the stone as she ripped the arm clear from his socket.

Stepping back, she watched the blood pool, throwing the severed limb to the floor.

At the last moment, Kenji had put an end to the mech, and therefor ended Enzo's training for the day. Enzo found enough strength to sit up, his flame put out quickly because of the aching pain. That burning sensation still lingered in his body, and it worried him, but then again, he didn't want to worry anyone about that. "Thanks." He told Kenji as the baby approached him.


"I see you're eager for the test again." He crossed his tiny arms, then, a familiar voice over the PA was heard, and after that, Enzo's ring started to glow oddly. The color blue was fading from the circle in the middle. The yellow flame was already extinguished, since Maya was dead, so did that mean Eos was in danger of dying too?

"Oh no no no no..." He instantly thought of Volitaire, He knew he'd be there too, and a part of him wished he hadn't ignored that urge earlier. He pushed his pains to the side and stood up, turning towards the simulator's door and exiting. "Where is he going in such a hurry?" Azure thought out loud.

Unfortunately, Enzo forgot altogether that Sasha was spectating, and ran right past her into the hallway. Third floor... His legs' muscles felt like they were being pulled apart, and were on the verge of tearing. He could feel the magical presence of the Guardians rise rapidly. I'm not going to make it like this!


Enzo ignited his flame once again, and launched himself off the ground and soared down the hallway, narrowly dodging wandering students on his way to the staircase. He was traveling at a high speed, and saw a student nearly too late, he barely dodged him, but the quick maneuver caused him to lose control of himself, and was blasted straight through the wall to the outside.



He tumbled around in the air, struggling to regain control, and the moment he righted himself, he shot straight up to the third level, where the magic energy was at it's strongest. It's here! He flew towards the wall, prepping a X-buster, and just as he made contact between his fist and the wall, it blew opened, revealing to him Volitaire, and the twins. "What's going on here!?"

JD jerked away. His hand felt cold and numb on the hilt of the blade, and he released it in sheer shock at what had happened. “E,” he stated as he regained himself quickly and assuredly. “Everyone- everyone go.” Yet it was too late for that- far too late. Instead his eyes came up and there was the visage of his mother strutting towards him with killing intent buried in her eyes. Before he could react she had him against the floor and he sputtered at the contact. Though he was being manhandled by this woman- his mother- all his eyes could do was find Eos on the ground in a puddle of her own blood. ‘I’m so sorry,’ JD thought as he felt pain rip through his arm as he was flung to the side- and inevitable darkness swam in his vision when he passed out from the sheer overwhelming sense of it all.

The arm disintegrated much as an old stone turns to ash and flew around the black stone- encasing it and expanding of its’ own machinations. Much like Beatrice- Alarick formed with much ease in this reality. He was a tall fellow, dark black hair that was pushed away from his face, extremely well-manicured facial hair, pale eyes, and a smile that even the best of salesmen would want. Yet he stood there adorned in a coal-gray suit over the carnage of his children with a flippant disregard to their health. Both Eos and JD were alive, but they were far from conscious.
“This was a tad bit messier than need be- but alas that is how blood magic works.” Alarick stated as he glanced over to his wife and smiled. “Finally.” It was then he turned towards his audience- one entering in blaze and glory. “Ah and I see we already have sacrifices lined up- ah well- it will delay our trip but I do believe they will be happier for it. And then Beatrice- maybe we can get some time together- you and I.” So calm given the situation, and yet there was an obvious dark magical aura about him- not as violent as Beatrice’s more ominous and oppressive like a secret that shouldn’t ever be told.

A woosh flew into her ears as Enzo zoomed past her, blasting a hole in the wall on his way out. Sasha frowned, noticing the panicked look on the boy's face, and decided to follow. Where could he be going in such a hurry anyways? There must be some sort of trouble...

Sasha began to run, the water around her condensing as she did, catching up to Enzo a minute or so after he'd found the horrifying scene in front of him.

Her eyes widened. ...Eos was dying?! No, this couldn't be happening. Sasha blinked once, twice, three times, in a futile attempt to push the hard truth away. But the blood on the ground, pooled around Eos...that couldn't be a lie.

Instantly, rage filled the girl from her very core. Eos had been the second person she'd really trusted, and now...now she was gone! Her eyes flickered to the strange woman in the room, "Did you do this?!"

Sasha narrowed her eyes, "Why is everyone important to me taken away?" she growled under her breath, though the growl was filled with a tinge of sadness and regret at not being able to protect Eos. She noted another figure forming out of what appeared to be JD's blood, and Sasha growled again. Sure, she disliked that idiot blonde, but he didn't deserve...whatever was happening.

The water around Sasha was now swirling in large spherical shapes, and as her rage built up, they began to pulse, and finally, one broke loose and shot towards the blonde woman.

Silver stood there and watched in horror as JD- no, whoever had taken over his body stabbed Eos in the eye and let her bleed out. When this tall strange woman appeared next to them, she brought out her swords, unsure of whether she could actually attack this woman or not. That's when the woman threw JD on the ground and ripped his arm off. "J-JD..." She stared at his motionless body for a moment, letting a few tears escape from her eyes before blinking them away and glaring back up at the woman. Now was not the time to get emotional, she thought to herself. Suddenly, another man appeared beside them, and Silver noticed that they both looked like Eos and JD. "Volitaire.. I don't know what's going on, but there's no way in hell I'm letting these two get away with what they just did. I know you won't let that happen, either." Silver's flames were practically dripping out from her ring, onto her swords which began glowing slightly. Her charms, as well as her bracelet, both of which were given to her by JD, glistened in the light of the flames as she prepared herself for battle. Silver was unsure if she should use her 'other' powers or not, but she decided to wait. Volitaire was here after all, and other people kept showing up too. She shouldn't even need to use it at all.

David heard a noise just above where he and the girls had been before, so he quickly ran back to them. Noticing the ceiling looked much different than it had before, he ran over to them, grabbing them and flinging them both over his shoulders, before turning to leave again. "You know, I think the others can handle this one for now." He wanted to prevent as many people from getting hurt as possible, starting with these two. He wasn't sure what was going on, but decided to leave it to the more experienced ones. He knew they were there already.

Volitaire eyes widened under his lengthened hair, witness the horrible carnage that Beatrice and Alarick' blood magic was. Tears began to blind his eyes again, seeing Eos and JD so veraciously torn apart for the gain of their parents sickened Volitaire. His black coated fist tightened, thoughts rushed through his head. "This is your fault! You should've helped them sooner! You failed to keep them safe again!" His heart felt like it was twisted, and his stomach felt as if it was slammed by a sledgehammer. He trembled in anger, he wanted to explode, but he knew there was a better way to handle this. "I'm sick of this." The floor ripped open a red mist rift, his spell sword rose from it's depths and met with Volitaire's grasp. He jabbed the tip of the blade into the ground where his shadow was cast. His dragged it up and swung, his shadow picked up behind the blade, strengthening the slash and cutting down JD's quickly placed wall.

Kira's eyes widened in shock. One moment, David had been leaving, and she had looked around for something to eat. The next, the noises increased and she found herself hanging upside down and staring at David's back. "David? Why, uh. Then, we go outside..."she was worried about the others, but by the looks of it, the others were taking care of everything.

Adorra's nerves were slightly rattled, she nearly dropped her shoulder bag when she was picked up, but was quick to seize it and held it closer to herself, She had been glancing up at the ceiling prior and figured that he had come back an grabbed them up because they were in danger.

"Kira, did you see the ceiling? Something is going on upstairs, something of that magnitude isn't wise to walk into, not to mention it might have crashed down upon our heads." She paused, "Thank you, David. Please don't set us down and go back in there. You're going to get yourself killed! I can't resurrect, even if I learned it would probably kill me."

After roaming the halls and pretty much ignoring what the girls were saying, David came across a room that he thought might have been one of the teachers rooms. Instead of going inside or knocking, he set the girls down. Glancing back where they came, he frowned, sitting down right there in the middle of the hall. He felt like a puppy waiting for his owner to come home. "I can't do anything to help, anyways." He put his face in his hands with a groan. What good am I anyways?

Kira blinked as she almost sighed. Looking back at the room, she looked over at Dora as she rambled on about the ceiling and how they could get hurt. Honestly, the other girl was amusing. Shaking her head, Kira sighed. "I saw. I have a feeling that it's not too common. But, still common for them." There was always something with the others. Once they were let down, she stood straight. "It's fine. Not like they Need us.." they might just get in the way. "Dora, can you summon us some food?"

Adorra sighed, summoned up a floating plate of food, and pushed it over to Kira. She then walked over to where David was and settled herself down in front of him, "You're not useless, you're a good person with a good heart."

She lifted his head up as best as she could, "Don't beat yourself up. If I could turn back time and give you powers--I would, but I can't. There's something I can do for you though, but you have to promise you're not going to run off and sacrifice yourself." She paused and held her hands out as she spoke, "May I see your Daggers?"

Marcus breathed a sigh of relief noticing the girl's stirrings was just her readjusting herself. She pulled the dress shirt around her tighter and rolled onto her opposite side, bringing to his attention how innocent she actually looked sleeping, which was rather contrary to her usual demeanor. He gave her a soft smile both in relaxation and in the nature of the scene before walking to his study desk and reapplying his hidden blades. Of course, without his over shirt, the leather and metallic bands concealing them were exposed, but they didn't seem overly conspicuous at first glance. At this time, he was going to leave the poor girl to rest. After the events of the night before, she was going to need all the rest she could get. And Marcus would need some of his own R&R. He then tip-toed his way out of the room, catching the door behind him to make sure it didn't slam shut.
There was still commotion echoing through the hallway, but again, Marcus felt it didn't really concern him at the moment. However, outside of his room were two girls, one he didn't recognize, the other was Kira. With them, was David, who was curled up with his knees to his chest and his head in his hands. "Why were they outside of my room? How peculiar." He nudged David softly with his boot. "Hey buddy, you alright?" He asked softly, in a reassuring voice.

David sighed at Dora's attempts to cheer him up and shrugged, pulling out his precious daggers. He looked up to see Marcus next to him, nudging him with his boot. He shook his head, standing up to look at Marcus. "It's nothing to worry about right now. One, this lady appeared out of nowhere on the plane and has been sticking around us since then. Two, there's a lot of commotion going on upstairs, and I figure it's pretty bad. I'm not sure that we should interfere, though." He paused and looked away. "Well.. I shouldn't.." He sighed and looked back to Kira, who had been fairly quiet while this was all happening.