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Silver casually hopped around him as he shot fire at the ground in front of her; a little fire wouldn't stop her from getting to her target. She jumped over the flames, coming at him from above and throwing one of her swords directly down at him as hard as she could, hoping she could sort of nail him down with one of them.
Volitaire's father looked up and saw the sword coming. He had no real way of blocking it. There was no obsidian close by from him to block it with, and lava wouldn't do much good. The sword came down and pierced through his leg and into the ground. Without mobility he couldn't turn to attack Silver. This was Volitaire's chance. He repeated the same technique he did on his mother and his father was sealed away. Silver's sword remained where it was thrown after his father disappeared. Volitaire got up and held his burn, exhaling in relief. "I'm glad that's over...I never thought I'd have to do something like this. I never thought I'd see my parents again, but under these circumstances...why am I not shocked he'd do this..." He leaned back on a tree and looked at his burned clothing. "Heh..and look at you. Unscathed..I guess I should be happy you came when you did. I may have had trouble trying to do all of that alone. Especially in the state of shock I was in. Thank you, Silver. But..why were you out here?"
Silver grinned, removing her sword from the ground. She guessed she threw it harder than she thought, because it was in there pretty deep."I was looking for these babies," she explained as she cradled her swords again. Boy, did she miss them.
But something struck her as strange. "Wait... Who did this?" What sort of awful being would raise someone's dead parents and force them to attack their own child? She looked at Voltaire's burn. "...You can explain on the way back to the school. You need to get that treated." She knew he would protest, but she was willing to use force if he did. There was no way she could let him wander around with that sort of injury on him.
"It- ...No one, Silver. And I'll be fine. It doesn't really burn as much anymore." The water did help with getting a lot of the fire out and cooling him down. Though, the burn still hurt quite a bit. He was shocked with how well he was ignoring the pain. He just wanted to get into some new clothes and soon. He hated being bare chested.
"No, that wasn't a suggestion. Come on. We can get you new clothes, too." Silver walked over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him along towards the school. "Is it who I think it is?"
Volitaire sighed. "Great...she's pulling me. Ugh, fine Silver." He ruffled his hand into his hair, drying it out. "It most likely is who you think it is...at least, I'm assuming it's him. I have no other guesses but him. Though, this turned out i my favor. I know have my parents to raise at any given time. Now that I was able to take them while they were still in one piece. At least I now know no one else can use them..." His last sentence was almost inaudible. He was still distraught from seeing his parents risen from the dead and having be forced to fight them. What was his gain doing any of that?
Silver remained silent while Voltaire spoke. She didn't like this situation at all. He was probably using his parents to get to him, to provoke him and make him more emotional, and therefor, less able to think clearly. He'd probably be more likely to attack wildly, without strategy or even thinking through what he was doing. She knew, because she has done the same thing in the past to her enemies. She shrugged that thought off quickly, though. Thinking that they had things in common made her angry, the fact that they shared blood made her hate herself just that much more. There was no way she'd tell all that to Voltaire though. Her grip on his arm tightened a bit without her realizing it and she tried to focus on getting to the school instead of the situation at hand.
He felt her grip tighten, it worried him a bit. He was beginning to wonder if mentioning him bothered her. He sported a smile and looked towards her. "It's fine, Silver. We should probably just get to the school, I guess..I wonder who's going to be treating my wound? Ahahahaha...haa..." Knowing her she'd probably bring him to Eos. He didn't want her to see in with a injury like this. Not after his illness he got from his Virus back in Gaze. He also didn't want to burden her every time he got hurt. Worst of all his shirt was burned open! "Oh, this will be fun..." He hung his head at the thought.
Somehow, Eos didn't end up aware of what was going on currently with her friends. For the first official time since arriving she was wrapped up in studying - she was in a school which was supposed to help her train and attune herself with her magic. Why not make the most of it?
So there she sat, in the back of the library - she was sitting atop a cushion on the floor with a series of books stacked and scattered all around her. She had been so enthralled with these texts on healing magics that she hadn't even realized how long she had been sitting in the library.
What she had learned so far is that her type of healing magic stemmed from white witch magic used long ago. If educated properly she should be able to commune with other magic beings and the dead as well. That realization scared her a bit, but those feelings of worry were instantly distracted by talk of fairies and what not.
JD had managed to lose both Enki and Silver once they reached the forest as the smoke and crackling fire had obscured his vision. He cursed himself quite poignantly upon doing so, and realized that he might just need to head back to Sorcerers to retrace his steps. Of course when he managed to get back- Enki nor Silver were there. “Bloody hell- first day with Silver and I lose her in a damn forest that is bloody on fire!” He grumbled tersely as he spotted Enzo and Sasha communing right on the periphery of the tree line.
“So by chance has Silver come back by here? I lost her in the forest, and I’m guessing she probably managed to locate the source of it, but I was just getting awfully close to the smoke and didn’t much care to acquire second-hand smoking cancer. Either way I’m about to head back in, but perhaps Juice Girl could be of assistance.” It might have been surprising to notice worry tinged his voice, but it was there and deliberately so. “Sasha.” He corrected. “Whatever.”
Unfortunately, Silver was a bit irritated now, thinking about her family again. "I don't know where Eos is. We'll have to just take you to the nurse or something, I guess." She wondered where Artur was at that moment, he probably had a nice remedy for burns like this. Silver sighed and stopped walking, as they were close to the school now. "Tch, we should probably help out with the fire.." Silver wasn't sure of what she could do to help, though. Illusionary water wouldn't be able to put out a real fire, considering fire doesn't have senses.
"That's probably best. Though, I can't do much for a fire either...Dark Magic kills, not saves...wait...I think my father made that fire. He's the only thing that could muster up those kind of flames at an instant. But why in the hell would he set fire to the school?" He looked to his burn, which was beginning to leave a mark. He also saw the sun was beginning to rise higher, meaning it was almost noon. He didn't have much time till Montesque would come back for him. He figured he would have to make this quick. "Lets pick up the pace Silver.."
Humming as he walks, Artur scans the forest floor for a special type of flower. His bag hung loosely from his shoulder and his crook shuffled in the grass, parting various plants in his search. Completely ignorant to his surroundings, Artur continues his fruitless search.
Silver sighed. She heard a noise behind them, and looked to see Artur there shuffling around on the ground. She grinned. "Ah, excellent timing! Voltaire, looks like we don't need to go to the school after all." Silver tugged on Voltaire's arm, pulling him towards Artur. "Artur, help us out here why don't you?" she said, pointing towards Voltaire's burn.
He kept silent around Artur. He remembered how nervous he got around him and didn't want to intimidate again. He looked to the still climbing smoke pillars feeling terrible having had the forest set on fire from his previous battle. He sighed and looked to Artur for his response.
Artur looks up with a soft smile but it tightens at the sight of Volitaire.
Oh god it's that crazy man that jumped out of the trees ..
He notices Volitaire look behind him and he chances a glance, only to see pillars upon pillars of smoke.
How did I not notice that?!!
Artur turns back to Silver and walks over to the two as if nothing happened.
"I am attending a school with a bunch of sociopaths .. " He mumbles under his breath. "So .." He begins louder. "I think it's best I don't ask." Artur assesses the smoldering 3rd degree burn with a forced grin.
"I'm glad you don't. I wouldn't be able to explain it in a way you'd really understand...after all, we are sociopaths...stand back a little further if you want to say things like that in a more inaudible tone." He ended his sentence sarcastically. "Aside from being a smartass, I should thank you for helping. It was a bit sudden, and you didn't really have to. Silver here insists I get help, but I'm really fine." He rolls his eyes, getting a little impatient with the time spent having his wound looked at. He could ignore the pain, he usually does with wounds like these...that's probably why his mother used to snap at him about taking care of himself. He remembered her saying that clear as day. He made a small smile and went back to a blank stare into the distance.
Silver stood back and put her hands behind her head, watching the boy examine Voltaire's burn, and keeping her eye on Voltaire as well. She listened to them speak to each other, and rolled her eyes at Voltaire's remarks about how he's "fine". She looked back towards the area where the smoke was coming from and frowned. I hope everyone is alright..
Meanwhile, Enzo had been trying to come up with a way to stop the magma. He had not heard JD talking to him and the others at all. Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind. He quickly turned to Sasha. "Can you turn that magma to stone? Me and Ling will clear it up, and we'll work our way through it, until all of the magma is gone." He looked back at the growing flame from the trees. "A...actually, Ling, you handle the flaming trees, me and Sasha will deal with the magma!" It was clear Enzo was in too much of a panic to think clearly, but he was certain it would work if they put their heads together.
It didn't seem like any of the other students were helping; probably watching to see the Battle Royal Killer hurt himself again.
"Oh you're most welcome! I do love to help the mentally insane!" Artur kneels down to examine Volitaire's chest further. He moves charred rags and lightly prods here and there.
"Just as I thought, a 3rd degree burn. This'll take a while to heal.." He rummages through his bag and finds a small bundle of leaves. He pops five in his mouth and chews.
Artur pulls out sterile bandages and a tube of sap. He wipes the now mushed leaves onto his hand and begins to smear it on Volitaire's chest. The healer appears to have no problem when he is with patients but any other situation where it is not doctor to patient he might be a bit edgy.
"This will help draw out infection, I'm a little short this season, so you might want to rest for a while but I know that won't happen so just don't let anything else irritate it." He wraps the bandages around his torso efficiently and secures it with the sap.
Ling put on a serious looking face just so that he looked like he was in a helping mood. "I can do that much." Ling put on his gloves and made a karate stance. He started to through punches into the air and every one of his throws blew a flurry of wind which cleared out the fire. "I wonder how this started anyways." Ling just kept on putting out the flame, but each time one gets put out, another ignites. Ling also made orders to the nearby spectator to clear the area. "Aiyaa, too many troubling students."
Joanne was serving Aleister another cup of tea as he stood by the window watching at the distant. "Should I assist him in putting out the fire?" Aleister took a quick glance and just let a small chuckle. "No need, if Enzo concentrate hard enough, he'll be able to use some of my teaching to aid in this matter. He is a smart lad, he is being taught by me after all." Joanne just nodded. "As you wish master."
“Right- just ignore me. I’ll just stand right bloody here with my fingers up my ass.” JD rolled his eyes. “I ask to help and I get ignored. This is what I get for being a team-player. No recognition- no nothing. Doesn’t matter I help save you guys in the Gaze, and I’m mostly resistant to fire. But do go ahead. Good luck team. I’m not wearing a bloody cheerleader outfit for you guys though.” He grumbled. “Makes my ass look big.”
"Do nothing to irritate it. Yeah, I'll do that..." "Thanks.." He said while sighing. "Well, Silver. Am I free to go now? I have to go right about now.." He looked up at the sun, which was closing in on high-noon.
Silver stared at Voltaire. "Go where?" There was no way she was letting him go anywhere alone when he was injured. That would make her a bad friend. "You should listen to the guy and rest. Whatever it is can wait." In truth, she didn't want him to go back to wherever he went and end up getting himself killed. But she wasn't sure how to tell him that.
She smirked, "Sure thing, who d'ya think I am, Enzo?" Sasha said, grinning as the water suddenly rushed down towards her feet and snaked in the direction of the magma, cooling it instantly. She continued to do so, repeatedly condensing and freezing the water. Wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, Sasha pressed onwards, the water spreading across the magma at a fast pace.
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Seeing as though no one was willing to help her, nor stop for the poor confused girl, Charl headed back outside, looking around for a spark of life, somewhere, anywhere. To her surprise, she was greeted by the smell of smoke. Instantly, panic filled her mind as the smoke from the magma filled her nostrils. Charl began to cough, as her plant like lungs screamed for air; pure air. The girl began to run, not caring where she went, as long as she could breathe. She ran through branches and leaves, some hitting her in the face, some missing by a long run. Charl could feel herself growing faint.
Damn this plant like body...
Her body functioned somewhat that of a plant, needing an adequate amount of light, water, and of course air each day. Sadly, this meant that Charl was ridiculously weak to things that would take those necessities away.
Huffing and puffing, she managed to tear herself into another part of the forest, barely managing to set her blue eyes on a group of people, a few feet away, a red head, a raven haired male that was walking away, and another female with jet black hair. Charl barely managed to utter the words, "Help," before falling onto her hands and knees.
Don't be ridiculous, Charl, there's no way that they can give you..more...more air.
He let out a long and displeased grunt. "Fine, sure whatever...I'll go back to my bunker and rest there." He put his hands in his pockets and turned back into the forest. He walked in the direction of the falls and was already hidden within what trees were still alive. After walking for a bit a rift opened and Montesque walked through it. Before he could start talking he noticed his clothes were tattered and burned and that he also had a burn on himself. "What happened to you..?" "Our friend sent some sentinels after me. My own parents, I had to fight them off with Silvers help to trap and and get rid of their captors control. This is just a battle scar." "With a burn that bad, I wouldn't tell you to do anything for a while..." "And that's what he said..." "Hmm?" Volitarie shook his head. "Nothing..."
Enzo quickly looked back at JD. "I'm sorry, JD.. You can help Ling with the fire." Then, he set his eyes on the magma that had just cooled and hardened. Enzo ignited his flames, his black armored gloves forming. He ran off towards the heated stone, charging up his flames in one hand, ready to perform his new move, the X-Buster. When he got close enough, he punched down on the rock, releasing his flames at the same time. A small, controlled explosion erupted from the rock, sending the base and it's pebbles everywhere. The magma was hardened to the core, so getting rid of it was no problem.
Enzo looked up to the trees above him. The blasted air had extinguished the expanding fires that were spreading quickly. Once the problem was dealt with, Enzo changed back to his normal being, taking a sigh of relief before walking back over to Sasha and Ling. "Thanks for your help, guys." He said, scratching his head. "I guess now the problem would be figuring out who did this." At this thought, Enzo remembered. Where's Enki?
Artur rolled his eyes and pulled away from the duo. Obviously he was no longer apart of this conversation. He turned away to continue his search when yet another person came flying through the trees.
The blond locks and unnatural blue eyes immediately pieced together a name on his lips.
"CHARLOTTE?!!"
Silver nodded as he agreed. She was happy he wasn't resisting, at least not too much. But then he just walked off, and she wasn't sure that she trusted him to go straight to his bunker. She took off after Voltaire, deciding it would be best to follow him and make sure he did end up resting. It was then he stumbled upon Montesque and Voltaire speaking, and she was hoping he wasn't trying to convince Voltaire to go back and fight more. She sighed, realizing Montesque would know she was there anyways, so she didn't even try to hide.
"It looks as if we have company, Volitaire." "Hi, Silver. Seeing if I was actually going to rest, hmm? Well, Montesque was telling me to anyway. So you don't have to worry. I won't be going off on any grand adventure.." "Well, good of you to not be so stubborn. An injury like that will land you in some serious pain, Volitaire...but I suppose I should take my leave. I feel a little unwelcome all of the sudden." "No, no. You may as well stick in the bunker with me and Artizle. It didn't look like you two were finish with that conversation you were having." Montesque snapped his fingers. "Aah, yes...that. I suppose that would make sense."