[Event] Murderball >:D [pg 13]

[ωΘĿƒ]

"Okay!"

Coyle stood on top of a tennis racket, the handle perfectly balanced on the ground and he perfectly balanced on the racket. It looked awfully precarious a position to be standing while making a speech, but the beast thought nothing of it as he stoop there, wobbling only for the fun of tipping the racket from one narrow end of the cylindrical handle to the other. He smiled as he spoke, hands folded behind his back and leaning forward as if he were speaking a secret of sorts. In all reality, he was talking quite loudly. He was giving a speech, after all, and everyone had to hear the rules before starting.

God forbid there be no rules...

"We've all got our teams right? Girls versus boys, so group up!"

He knew there were much fewer girls than boys in the "Abnormal Cases" group, but it didn't matter the numbers. These were aptly named... abnormal! They were specifically creatures with such a power level and abilities that they were to be treated with kit mitts at all times. Basically, they could blow up the school and everyone knew it. That's why they were all here, together, making the peace under the pretense of a fun challenge of sorts.

A really] fun challenge. Coyle had begged Crane for the rights to the event, and finally Crane had just walked away - meaning he didn't care - meaning Coyle got to tear up whatever part of the school he wanted playing his games.

Awesome!

So he picked the courts.... The regular Tournament was going on anyways, and these rejects of nature were not allowed inside... That meant they had to do something right? Why not have some fun while the lesser beings are playing their games? And fun they would have... Coyle threw great gigs. He just never got to let this side of his immense talent shine yet! Now was his time!

"Alright... let's see! Girls left side! Boys right! Line up at the end of the basketaball courts on the left and the end of the soccer field on the right! The mid line is this tennis net." Coyle pointed to the net right next to him.

"Rules are as follows, kiddies:
1 - you must go to the sidelines of the opposing team's side when you're hit with a ball
2- you may tag your teammates back in
3- no aiming for the tender parts

Everything else is free game!" The beast chuckled, "Though if I might influence your decisions for a moment, I'll give my two cents in what is allowed. Betrayal, team-switching, serious injury, duels to the death, all your freaky powers, and backstabbing."

Another chuckle.

"And that last part wasn't metaphorical. I hope you brought your weapons! You'll need them! The object is to get everyone on the opposing team out! Oh, and if they can't move... then they're out! Even if you have to drag them to the sidelines..."

Coyle produced as if from nowhere a dogeball, made of a special kind of material that didn't break, from behind his back. He twirled it on the tips of his fingers before tossing it into the center, where it lined up along the tennis courts with about a hundred more of its friends. The beast then stepped down from the racket, twirling that before tossing it away too.

"Alright kids! Game on!"

[cassiel]

Cassiel stood to one side of the courts watching the small thing named Coyle point out the rules, Cassiel could tell that the creature didnt have any regard for anyone but himself. He watched with cold indifference as Coyle tossed the ball with the others, he would end up meeting the small thing sooner or later. He shoved Coyles aura into the back of his mind, he would remember the creature later.


Cassiel wasnt much for games, he debated with himself on if he should join or not? He decieded he would wait until some others had shown up to see who he was going to be dealing with, he could tell by the few rules that Coyle had given that this game was going to get violent and dirty in all aspects of the word. Cassiel watched Coyle toss the tennis racket, Cassiel moved fast snatching it from the air by the creature.


He turned and stared at he creature, he felt the dark aura seep from his skin, every thought in his mind told him to kill the small thing. Cassiel flicked the tennis racket into the fence around them, he watched as it connected and snapped falling to the ground. His eyes never left Coyle, he spoke coldly


"I hope to see you elsewhere demon.." He spoke the last word viciously, the word coming out like spitting acid. He turned then and moved to his respective side of the court, the thought of letting the vile creature live replused him. He turned back around and crossed his arms, he wouldnt let his true form show until the game started. He seemed to be the only one there for now, he knew that he wasnt the only one going to be here.


He stood directly under the basketball hoop in the center of the end of the court, he could care less about the game. His mind was more tuned to the people that would be playing, his list was starting to grow more and more as he noted and added the evil aura's from some of the creatures and things he ran into. A cold look stuck to his face, he would hold no mercy for those who stood against him in his crusade against him.

[Anzeh]

Zuri Makkuro

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Some forces of nature, the nightmare reasoned, we best left to their own devices.

Now, whatever that had been designed to mean she hadn’t the foggiest clue, but today after working at the sweet shop for the better part of a year, she had finally done a full days’ work of restocking the shelves, working at the cash register, and waitressing to people in the same fashion she had done with Coyle. For the first time, instead of the usual fruit tarts she took home her arms were empty, meaning that she had had no food since that morning, and was painfully—painfully—hungry. Not to mention tired.

She shunted to the school, her music doing nothing to improve her mood. Zuri intended to go to the school, into the dining hall, and stuff her face until she passed out. Her route into the school always took her through and around the surrounding grounds, just so she had time to interact with local flora and fauna. Her feet ached today, so she decided to cut through the Enclave Courts to skip her normal musings with nature. As far as she was considered, nature was a whore.

Walking around to the Enclave Courts, she saw Coyle and some others preparing for a game. The short male was interesting at least, but at the moment she wasn’t interested. Perhaps after she came back the nightmare would join the game, but Zuri wasn’t in the mood now. Now the red-head wanted nothing more than to have a thick juicy steak on a plate, medium rare so it was still marinating in its own juices and devour it without use of a utensil other than her hands. She imagined the blood would stain her face, hands, and clothes… but the blood would only add to the flavor, right?

A firm shake of her head dislodged those thoughts. Such things only came to mind when she was suffering from some bout of extreme hunger, but in any other circumstance would not show itself at all. It was the demon she kept reigned. It had been acting up ever since she’d made the mistake of letting Coyle get a glimpse of it in the sweets shop. It was uncharacteristic of her to make such a blunder. What had prompted the nightmare to do something like that anyway? It was inexcusable, and she wouldn’t be happy until her eyes turned blood red with the narrow pupil characteristic to a cat. She would not be happy until her nails turned black and sharp, and her teeth pointed and fitting into each other with such horrid perfection her guise would seem have cat half shark.

Her mind had not been on the movement of her feet, yet she somehow managed to make it to the door of the large and ominous castle without incident. As her feet made a quiet noise that seemed so unnaturally loud to her as her boots met the aged stone floor again and again, her mind once again delved into a realm it should not go, of the games outside. She could only imagine the fun that would ensue. Zuri had not stayed to hear all of what Coyle had said, but what she had heard made her want to play.

All of a sudden she felt much less tired, but even hungrier. The nightmare stood at the entrance to the dining hall, which for its great size was not very loud when opened. So her form slipped in noiselessly and claimed her food, more than one would think possible for a girl to eat… perhaps for anyone to eat, really.

And the odd thing was, most all of it was raw or undercooked meat.

Zuri had finished after not much delay, but now the change had happened. Now she felt quite giddy, quite happy quite…. alive, and she would join that game to get rid of this excess energy. It would only be the right thing. It was an impermanent thing, this change of hers, and it gave her energy to last a while. It was a rarity that the girl ever let her true self out let alone to do any sort of physical activity. Her own strength was more than enough on ever case, but if Coyle was involved, that Edward Scissorhands wannabe S.O.B., then she had enough reason to doubt.

After all, normal people couldn’t mutate their hands into horrible instruments for mauling and definitely didn’t swear in long dead languages when hit over the head with a serving platter. If he was the head then it would suffice to assume that the people taking part would have odd abilities and strengths she could not see in any old normal sport that she did with any old person.

It should be…. Fun.

With her dinner consumed, she phased into the earth beneath her, being a creature made from the fabrications of many human minds and therefore having no being or substance. She lifted from the ground a few feet from the court and slinked onto it, sitting on the asphalt as she waited for the fun to begin.

[Iƪƪia]

Games were never really Ivy's forte, especially physical games. You got yourself all worked up, exhausted, and sore, and why? Because it was supposed to be fun? Now card games, those were fun. There was usually a large cash prize for winning, and cash was fun. Add money to any game and it got more interesting, really. She'd even join a duel if there was a prize, and then she'd cheat and lie her way to victory. On the other hand, if someone came up to her and asked her to have a friendly spar just for fun, she'd agree, then stab her partner in the back and leave with any money or jewelery he had.

Suffice it to say that she wasn't the least bit interested when she saw a group gathered around the place-with-nets-and-weird-black-dirt. People played those boring, "fun" games there, and they were weird as hell. They always seemed to involve balls too. Ivy was fairly certain that the reason behind that was phallic, though she didn't attempt to think much further into it. She proceeded to walk by the group, though she continued to watch that weird, effeminate kid as he explained the rules for whatever game they were playing- Oh, and would you look at that! The game also involved balls. Go figure. Although that last part did sound just a little interesting. Sure, while betrayal and backstabbing and all that had played a part in any game she'd joined, she was pretty sure that it has never quite been allowed.

Looking away from blondie, she glanced at the rest of the group, her eyes then falling on another familiar figure. It was a certain bird-woman; the reason she was here at all. And that bird-woman's name escaped her at the moment. But onto something more important than names. What was she doing here? The game seemed a little too dirty for a sweet girl like her. Then again, she didn't seem to be all there. Or maybe she just didn't care. Valkyrie's were surprisingly neutral... Or maybe it was just her. Or maybe she was like her. Maybe she wanted the prize- was there a prize? Worth a check.

Stopping mid-stride, she turned and trotted up to the group. Actually, maybe she was in the mood to play a little game after all. Sure, she had no idea what the game was and only a vague idea as to how it was played, she'd learn as she went. Besides, if worse came to worst then she'd just stand back and let someone else win the game for her... And then stab them in the back. It was allowed in the rules, after all. The Valkyrie was pretty strong; she'd rely on her... Whatever her name was.

Then, a flash of insight.

"Vera!" She called happily, ambling up to her and throwing her arms around her. The Valkyrie was quite tall, and Ivy just barely came up to her chest, which really was perfect for her. She pressed the side of her face against her breasts as she hugged her tightly, looking up at her childishly. "We're on the same team! Isn't that wonderful?"

Without waiting for a response, she pulled away and went to her part of the court, lowering herself to the ground and resting her head in her hands as she laid on her stomach. Shifting just a little she removed a flask from her pocket and took a quick swig. There. The game was getting funner by the second and it hadn't even started yet.

[Oren]

Daylet skipped along the concrete path that led to the enclave courts. It would end soon, but that would be of no consequence. It wasn’t as if the grass and dirt could harm her in any way. The dirt was her servant, the grass a worthy opponent; an opponent that would always lose the second its life was drained. She smiled to herself, stooping to pluck a green blade. In only a few hours this conglomeration of molecules would be hers to control. Everything of this world was like that. Well, almost everything.

Still smiling she looked at a bird flying overhead and giggled. At the sound, a butterfly flew from a nearby flower and flitted towards her. Her eyes lit up and she held out her finger, a childish joy coming over her. She was much like this creature that now sat on her finger. She wasn’t as small, as one might assume, but she still had the powdery scales that covered her wings, the six legs, and the huge eyes. Insects were her love, of all the creatures, but that went without saying. One liked being with their own kind, naturally. Even so, there was absolutely nothing wrong with being in the company of other species. They were often… amusing to watch and interesting to study, not to mention fun to be around.

Telling the butterfly goodbye, she continued to skip towards the enclave courts where she had been told a tournament was being held. She and Ramier had decided to participate in it together. A fitting thing for friends to do, she thought. By chance she had met the small boy, but she was grateful for it. So many people always complained on how life gave them lemons. Personally, she quite enjoyed it when life handed her lemons. Lemons were so sweet and delectable! How could they be a bad thing? That was, if the saying was really implying something bad. People tended to use it as a way to express discontentment, but they still ate lemons in their tea, sometimes with salad, and even in ice cream! In fact, there was this very popular drink called lemonade, and it was only lemons, sugar, and water! She couldn’t understand why people liked it so much, though. It was… sour. The sugar destroyed it; that was her thinking at least.

Ah, here she was! There weren’t so many people here quite yet, but she kind of figured that there wouldn’t be too many more that showed. After all, the powerful and elite were hard to come by. Both qualities in one individual, while amazing, was quite rare. Here at the school even, there weren’t that many when compared with the number of other students that roamed this place. When put on a chart and placed next to other places that had multiple powerful creatures, however, Chimera definitely had more than what was considered normal.

Speaking of abnormal, that man over there seemed to be Ramier’s father. She’d never met him or even had him pointed out to her, but something about him made her think of Ramier. Maybe it was because she wished her friend was here. Maybe it was because he carried this air that said that he could and would do anything he wanted and no one could stop him. Maybe… oh, who cared? Whatever the reason, the man made her think of Ramier and that was the end of it, bottom line. But… just to make sure, she should ask!

Her eyes reflected her growing smile and she cheerfully walked up to the man. “You are Ramier’s father, yes?” Just then it dawned on her that Ramier’s mother was also had the appearance of a man. For a split second she pondered whether this could be the mother before dismissing the thought. There was no way. This was the father, for sure.

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Coyle's absolutely perfect, angelic smile didn't take a hit when the real deal double snatched his former balancing act out of the air. He did, however, experience a very intense jolt of realization hit him.

Pure good. Absolute good. White light pure good. Really, really, really good....

Someone was an agent of God. And not just any god. His favorite one. Oh goody!

Coyle giggled slightly to himself in a distinctively sweet and cherubic way, the sound quite different from the nasty thoughts that swirled about inside his head. And oh they were nasty! Because! Of all the places he'd been and all the things he'd done, there was always one constant that he'd noticed and that had been the thorn in his side for as long as he dared call himself solid.

Angels... The smell of the purity sickened him from here.

"Likewise, big boy," the creature chuckled, using an amazing amount of focus that could only be seen once in a blue moon for this leisurely little evil doer.

Why? Because... Angels. Need he say more?

Okay, for this particular euphemism, indeed he did:

Angels were everywhere. Not just here, and not just on this plane. At first - a super really long time ago - he had no issue with them. They were like any normal mortal thing that stood in his way whilst he enjoyed himself cutting them down. But! There came the interesting part! They weren't were they? God's minions, sent down for whatever reason other than to terrorize bad-soled icons like himself. It was racial profiling! And it was bullying! Everywhere he went, some moron with pretty pixie wings and a flaming axe or sword screeching at him like a cop to a guy with an expired parking meter. Suffice to say it got real old real fast...

And what's worse, they always always called him that name! Demon! Imagine! Him? A demon! He was not a demon! He was a perfectly neutral species in the grand scheme of things, if you absolutely must know! Abandoned from all other life forms just for the simple reason of wanting to exist alone and in peace.

And that's what he still wanted, away from his home. Peace. Peace to do what he wanted. Peace to alleviate the boredom that chipped away at him since he was booted from his happy idyllic household - through no fault of his own, he might add!

And what did he get but badgering from these guys? Every single time he got too popular in a place, some flying do-gooder swooped down, yelled "fear not damsel! I'll save you from the demon!" and hacked away at him!

Okay... So that was his explanation. Of all the things Coyle didn't really know yet about this solid world and it's solid rules, he knew angels; and he knew enough to switch into comando mode when he saw one.

The games were on now...






Ramier walked as he normally did. Alone, glowing slightly, and slowly. He liked it that way. He liked the silence and the pretty day that bloomed before his small, childish eyes. There were butterflies, and leaves, and blue skies everywhere! It couldn't be the better time for this event that Daylet had told him about.

It was a game! A fun game! With spheres that people threw and fighting and chaos-

Wait... what? No! That didn't sound fun! It sounded scary! Well, not scary like the booogeyman scary, but scary like the violence scary.

Ramier, from his very creation, deplored violence. Some would see the irony in this, considering both parents, and considering his ability to be an effective weapon of mass evil and mischief; but Ramier only saw it as... protection.

Yes. He would protect himself and others with his power, not use it for such foolish things as fighting.

Can anyone say defense? He might actually like this game after all!

But wait, there was something Daylet had told him before they left... and for some reason he'd forgotten it. It seemed kind of important, so he never understood why he had forgotten, but he had, and he was now at a loss as to what it was.

Until, that is, he followed Daylet quickly up to the game and noticed for himself.

Daddy? Here?!!

"Daylet! Wait!" Ramier said, very meekly. He shouldn't have said anything really. IT was far too late to stop the free willed girl that he liked so much as a childhood friend. Though, he thought the effort needed to be made.

He wasn't ready to meet daddy yet. What would mommy say..?






Maybe he should be thankful that he was in combat mode now and was actually prioritizing correctly for the first time in over a hundred years? Maybe he should be thankful that this happened quickly and cleanly so that he'd get it over with fast?

Oh screw maybe! Let's go with what the **** instead, shall we?

"...saywhat??" the usually clear, jubilant voice cracked slightly at the sound of this odd butterfly girl and her unneeded message.


He tried not to say anything more after that, because then he'd just smear crap ALL OVER THE SITUATION, and that wasn't good right now.

Too public.

His, what though?!! Ramier?!?! Who was this Ramier, and why was he claiming dibs on Coyle's gene pool - as awesome as it would be to have dibs on his immense power and knowledge.

..oh yeah. THAT Ramier. The one he'd known about for a long time but... hadn't gotten around to avoiding better.

Damn. Coyle's smile now looked more like a toothy showing-of-the-teeth-to-eat-little-miss-tattle-tale. Quickly though, and with the precision that could only come with the gratefully applied focus of his recent encounter with his holiness the angel, Coyle managed a not so sensitive smile in the matter.

"Ah... Sure, flutters. That's me. Go take a seat with the girlies so you don't miss the super fun game alright?"

It was only now that he noticed Zuri too, and from there it took a bit more of that focus-juice to keep himself from reverting to usual panic stages.

Freak out. Kill everyone. Eat the survivors.

Yup. Avoiding that today...

"Heeeyyyyyyy." He pointed at Daylet, smiling to Zuri nonchalantly. "Loonies. We get more every day. I'd backstab her first if I was you."

[Elle]

Vera watched with curiosity as a most peculiar creature recited a list of rules for the game that they would be playing. Though it did take her a few moments of repeating his words to herself merely so that she had some sort of understanding, she soon realized an even bigger flaw. While the creature had explained what was and wasn't allowed, he failed to do a good enough job of explaining just what the game was and how it was played. Of course, the native creatures probably didn't need an explanation, though it would have greatly helped someone like her.

Where she came from, games didn't exist. Not literally, of course. She knew what games were - in simple terms, at least - and she'd seen other mortals play them. However, there was never any need for a Valkyrie to play them. Valkyrie's were meant to be efficient creatures, made to serve a single purpose. Games were unnecessary. Quite a lot was unnecessary, actually. Though now that she was free from that oppressive place she once called home, she could try all of it.

That was why she was here right now. She might not have a clue as to what the creature was talking about, but she would learn. Besides, it sounded violent, and she could do violence.

Consumed with her thoughts, she barely noticed as someone slipped their arms around her waist. She didn't even look down until she heard their voice. A familiar voice at that, so it wasn't much of a shock to see Ivy, her "pet project" for lack of a better word. She was perhaps even more peculiar than that Coyle creature. Not far down on her list of reasons was how she seemed to switch emotions so rapidly. One moment she would seem rather cold and detached, while the next moment she would seem so... affectionate like she was now.

After a few, strange words, Ivy trotted away to the end of the court and Vera followed without saying anything. When she came to a halt, she made sure that there were a few people in between her and Ivy. As strange as it was for a Valkyrie to say, that girl frightened her just a little.

[Oren]

Daylet smiled at the temporal beast, bowing slightly. ”Please take care of me.”

To her it was an everyday saying. Her people said such whenever they met a family member of a friend. Ramier was a friend and Coyle was his father. It only made sense to her to say such a thing. It didn’t occur to her what kind of first impression it gave. Smiling at him once more, she turned and skipped off toward Ramier. Her eyes lit up as she reached the boy. “Ramier! I met your father!” She giggled, “he seemed kinda preoccupied, though. But now that I’ve met him, I want to meet your mother0! It wouldn’t be right to greet just one parent.”

She was still smiling brightly as she looked around at the people. There were so many powerful people here… and this wasn’t even all of them! This wasn’t even half of them! Well, for now it wasn’t. Maybe later when the game started a few more would appear. Literally! She giggled again, this time at her own thought process. It was so much fun being here with people just as powerful as she! Now she wouldn’t have to be so careful about who she faced; most of them could take her on. At the very least a few of them could. The others... well, who cared about the others? If they couldn’t handle this then why were they here?

“Hey, we’re a team right? No backstabbing of any sort!” she said to Ramier. She figured she should clear that up before the game started even if they weren’t really on the same team. After all, they were allowed to switch sides. Ramier’s father had cleared that up right off the bat, probably meaning that he had a few people he would rather have on his team that otherwise weren’t.

Ramier didn’t seem to be one of those.

Then again, Ramier didn’t look like he wanted to be. He seemed perfectly content to stay away from his father, which was fine with Daylet of course. She didn’t care how the boy felt about others as long as he was still her friend. That was all that mattered, wasn’t it?

As a ball slowly materialized in her hand, she smiled at Ramier. ”You think we can win this together?”

[ωΘĿƒ]

Ramier did not take an interest in Daylet's conversation with his father. He neither had the intention nor the desire to see that rather disturbing sight...

And it wasn't Daylet. Not at all. In fact, when she came back over with news of his father, the child could only smile his sweet, small smile and hug Daylet around the waist, grinning up at her.

"No. No backstabbing!"

He quickly let go, smiling as he then thought of Daylet meeting with Mommy. Mommy would like Daylet. She was nice and pretty and funny and she and Mommy would get along well.

Or... ah... Maybe too well? Ramier's head tipped to the side, his thick curly hair getting in his eyes as he imagined the meeting between Moss and the innocent Daylet.

Mommy liked... how was it? Hot women? Yes. Yes, that was it. Beautiful people were a sexual attraction, and sexual attractions and his Mommy mixed only too well for comfort. Despite Daylet's best or worst intentions, and despite Moss' loving care of Ramier, this was something that had been in existance long before Ramier was, and he had no doubt nor hard feelings that this habit would exist above him. He understood it, in a strange, inexplicable way.

...why were his Mommy and his Daddy so hard to handle? He felt like he needed to watch them so they didn't hurt themselves.

"Mommy would love you," Ramier smiled after a moment. He meant this in a very real, very literal way. "And maybe you'd love him too."

It was all very confusing in the childish, innocent part of his mind, so the part that understood these things instinctively shut itself down. He worried about them - about all of them - even the people here he worried about. Such spite and righteous violence. Such harmful, corrosive apathy. Such evil that he could see the air darken around him and such blinding light that it glared and hurt his eyes to look at. And such indifference - above it all such numbness to the world and all its people. A definite lack of anything besides the path directly in front of them all - leading them onward to crusading or drugs or temptation or cruel, sadistic villainy.

And that was what they all were: imperfections... A personification of their own abusive flaws. It was sad to see them, and it was even more sad to quietly pretend he didn't understand what they were inflicting upon themselves. That he was a mere empowered child - gifted only because of his father's abilities.

It hurt, and he let it hurt although he didn't do anything. Ramier looked up at Daylet, once again not seeing anything but the blank slate that she appeared to be.

He wondered why he couldn't see what she was? Was she evil? No... No she wasn't entirely. She wasn't lying to him, or using him in any way. She was genuine in what she did, and she had yet to do anything "wrong" per say.

But then again, neither had Cassiel, and yet Ramier looked on him as something blinded by his own light - violent for a good cause, but wielding it like a blade to heartlessly hack off heads in a desensitized frenzy.

And Ivy and Vera, so used to something for so long that they did not feel as they should - had no sense for anything good or healthy or lovely, and so wasted away in a semi-happy, semi-sad monotony of sensory organ appeasement. Endlessly cycling... He wondered what could make someone so apathetic, and what it was meant to do but only either shield from pleasure or shield from pain.

And Zuri and Coyle... Both two sides of the same card. A vicious array of weapons meant only to inflict pain, and only too eager or too uninvolved to really care to stop themselves. Both with impulses unseen and unfought. Both taking for granted what it would be like to speak with an actual, normal person and realize that men's hearts were not as dark as they assumed they were. That perhaps there was no need to be so bored, or so yearning for something they could so easily take. Both voids to be filled, and trying over and over again to fill but without peace of mind or body to satiate them before another innocent life is taken, only to provide a flash of interest - a spark of something more than that void.

It was all... so sad. He empathized not out of habit, but out of a need to understand, and to him, this is what they all looked like.

All of them older and wiser and more world-weary than him in uncountable ways, and yet he wondered if they knew something he didn't and had become this way out of need or because they had to be to survive. Would he be like that..? In a year? In five? In ten? In a hundred?

He couldn't know, and so he was scared and sorry for them. None of them seemed happy... He wanted to be happy.

And it would be nice if everyone was happy with him?

"Time for war," he said, smoothly, sweetly, with a silvery sound that could only come from his father's side of the family. "And I won't forget to betray my side to come over to yours..."

Ramier didn't like thinking so much. It hurt. Why couldn't he just have fun? This was just a game, right? Everyone had come to have fun?

And yet Coyle was already scheming, Zuri was craving something bloody, Cassiel had marked his next righteous kill, Ivy was here to hit on something that had originally brought her to death, and Vera was trying without much enjoyment to break free from that monotonous cycle of hers.

Ramier blinked, and turned that kind of thinking off for a second.

Then, he smiled. "Oh! I think we get to start now!"

Toddling over into the center of the ring, Ramier grabbed a ball for himself and toddled back over to where Daylet was.

This would be fun!







All too eager to be done with this reflective stuff and more than willing to start chaos for chaos' sake, Coyle magicked himself a ball, scanning the crowd until he set his sights on who he wanted to hit.

No. Not the obvious Cassiel. He had better plans for the feathered hitman. Much better... But first to start up a good, healthy hatrid of everyone generally.

Coyle let go of the ball, letting it float as he manipulated the gravitational force around it. With a few fun hand gestures just for emphasis, he sent the ball flying like a steel cannonball at that one girl's head.

Who was that? I....Iv.... Ivy! Yes! Whoever she was, and whatever she had done to anyone anywhere, she was going to be on his list for a while. Just for the hell of it.

Grinning as he looked over the long row of dodge balls, Coyle threw his hands up and watched as they all lifted slowly off the ground.

He sent them all flying, each with a target recipient. Manipulating the weight of them all, he turned them into flying missiles that.... well would really only sting really really bad for most of these freaks.

AND YET IT WAS WORTH IT.

Coyle then faded out, disappearing for a bit to lurk around just a few levels above the sight of most of his potential enemies.

"Alright then... let's start some ****!" he giggled, gleefully.

Ah yes... this was only the beginning of a long, gruesome, awesome battle!

[cassiel]

Others had shown to the event in a few numbers, he counted with a single glance over at them. He counted a total of 6 others not including himself, which made a total of 7 players. He watched them have their conversations only catching fragments and hints as he stood under the hoop, he sank down then bending his knees and sitting on the balls of his feet. He waited there, sitting like that for a few minutes. It was gender against gender from what the abomination Coyle had said, he knew that it wouldn't stay that way if players could switch teams and betray one another. He wished he wouldn't have joined so he could sit back and watch the students, he made no expression as he watched Coyle start the game. He knew that the creature would even before he had done it, something told him the thing was into causing mayhem at an given chance.


His eyes went to the others in a flash, he figured they would notice without really needing to be told. He kept silent as Coyle sent a number of balls at several of them, his eyes follow the flying missled dodgeballs. His left hand came up his palm and fingered flat and extended wide, his fingers curled in a single motion. The ball that was sent his way stopped in its tracks and floated to him setting itself into his hand, he turned it over and looked at it curiously. The ball was rubber and had a slight weight to it, he looked up to where Coyle had been the thing had disappeared from his spot. He focused a little and felt his spirit, he had shifted into another plane to hide. Cassiel knew he couldn't touch him when he shifted, he would have to wait for him to come out of hiding.


He dropped the ball and waved a hand at it sending it sailing at the group of his opponents, he sent it to no specific target as it went floating through the air like a mortar he put no speed on the rubber ball and let it sail like someone had kicked it. After he had rid himself of the ball he pulled out a small copper rod and stood, turning he walked to the grass and stood on a small patch. His right hand raised up and slowly came back down, the grass around him sank back into the ground leaving dried dirt sitting in its place. The copper rod he had in his hand came out and started to draw, he had drew a few symbols on the ground surrounded by a diamond box.


He slid the copper rod back into the folds of his clothes and kneeled down, his hand placed inside of the circle. A slight glow came from the drawn figures, he felt the a force surround him as the light died and faded away. He stood back up and looked around, the air around him had shifted and felt heavy and thick he had manipulated it to slow incoming objects as they entered his vicinity. He bent his head as a small light started from his chest and flashed brilliantly, he stood then in his armor, his metallic wings extending out slowly. Long snake like electric lines started from his back and hit the ground around him making something like a cage around his form.


His head lifted slowly his eyes burning gold, he did not conjure his sword he felt no need. He wouldn't need his sword in this event, he wasn't planning on trying to kill anyone around him. He knew that once he felt the students trying to end his existence that he would take the action necessary to stop them, but for now he would use his magic and make himself safe. His right hand shot up his palm facing upward , the fields shook slightly once more as vines shot up all across the field. He sent a few for the students, Zuri was sent 3 vines from each an opposite direction looking to wrap around him and hold her. 4 more slithered silently through the grass and sprang up suddenly moving with extensive speed at the girl they called Daylet He lowered his hand but the vines still moved, some swaying around in the field waiting for an order or someone to step close enough to get tangled inside of them.

His left hand made a small motion to some on the balls still sailing, they slowed and flew to him stopping 5 feet away. He waved his hand at them and sent 1 at Vera 1 at Zuri and one at Daylet. The lighting faded to a stop around him, an after math of him changing. The balls he had sent flying moved like bullets from a sniper rifle, the red blur almost unnoticeable as it moved. The hit would feel like a wrecking ball if it connected, he wouldn't let the things harm anyone intentionally. He would shift the force when it connected if need be, but he figured with the types of creatures these students were he wouldn't necessarily need to if they were as talented as they seemed.

[Anzeh]

Zuri Makkuro

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The female nightmare wasn't her normal self right now. Usually she was calm, lazy--and not exactly mean or evil. In fact, one could go as far to say that Zuri wasn't even evil, merely a creation from something evil, and chose to ignore the greater part of her evil. She was made to be a creation of war, made to rain blood, death, and nightmares upon all enemies unfortunate enough to cross into her line of sight, but she didn't like that. She didn't want to accept that, and came up with a way.

She purged the raw meat from her system and existed in an almost vegetarian lifestyle. Zuri didn't fight. All Zuri did was exist for a few years. However, that wasn't for her either. No matter what she tried to do, she could not do anything good or chivalrous, and was therefore trapped between being Chaotic Evil and Lawful Evil. So she created Neutral Evil, not destroying pointlessly and not being bound by the authority she so resented.

But her entire work was shattered, her eyes that were usually green had become red, and if one looked close enough (which she doubted anyone could, since if they even came within arm's length of her she would lunge at them and attack. It was not intentional at all, but a reaction that was built into her. When she worked purely on instinct, as she was right now, anything that got close enough for her to grab, even if it was nonthreatening, would be killed by any means she can find to do so.

Coyle had her attention as he pointed out Daylet to her and told her whom she should backstab first. Usually she would ignore his advice and go about winning as she wanted to, but then again if this were "usual", she would not even play this game. She would be in her dorm, taking a hot shower and reading a good book before falling asleep and taking on her nightshift of stalking dreams and giving people nightmares. Instead, she nodded enthusiastically, ready to do what he said. It was a good idea as opposed to her strategy, which involved running around the field and snatching balls from people, throwing them at everyone.

So it was strategy! Yay!

Then everything began. Zuri took off running in a doubled over stance. Sure, she could just go intangible and nothing would be able to hit her anyway, but that was no fun. After all, what fun would just sitting on the ground with her legs crossed and dodge balls flying through her?

Suddenly there were vines wrapped tightly around her. It seemed it was that angel's doing. The Nightmare could try to unwrap the vines from around her. After all, he wasn't the only one who could manipulate plant life. But this was a game of dodge ball was it not? Moreover, even if she could get free, there would still be a ball to dodge. She was willing to bet money on that.

So the female went intangible, simple stepping backwards out of the vine's grip and letting the ball fly uselessly through her ghostlike body once she was free, Zuri lifted herself from the ground that she was now sinking into and became tangible again. With a grin she ran off with her head before the rest of her body so most balls went over her head. Those that didn't were merely rolling, so she picked them up.

With a projectile in her hand, she straightened up and would have thrown it at Daylet, but something hit her instead.

This wasn't a dodge ball. No, what had hit her had to have been made of metal, and of very solid metal too, and hurled at her at an inhuman velocity. Her projectile was no longer in her hand, but it continued to push her until something intervened. That "something", unfortunately, turned out to be a tree, which splintered and cracked where she hit it, tilting back and eventually falling over.

Of course, the tree wasn't the only thing damaged. Zuri could swear that several bones were broken. Although the bones could be mended, it would take a little while, and unless her attacker was a gracious one she'd be dead before her magic could even begin fixing herself up. Not to mention that unless she wanted a punctured lung she couldn't move.

Ugh. Internal organs were such a pain. Why did she have them anyway? What use would a nightmare have for internal ****ing organs?

In the distance, she thought she could see something. If she had been anyone else, Zuri would figure herself to be concussed or passing out from pain. But she had a high tolerance for pain, and knew that she wasn't passing out. Concussed however... a valid possibility. Squinting, which put strain on her brain; she noticed that the glow seemed to be coming from... a bird?

Oh no.

Oh god, oh god please no. If there is a just and loving god, there is no way that this is really happening.

Her magic had healed her enough so that she could move without worrying about further damaging herself, which is what she did as soon as she realized what was going on. A fire of bonfire proportions devoured the dying tree she had been laying on. Her empathy link told her just how much pain the poor thing was feeling.

"Little sister!" His voice sent a mixture of horror and disgust down her spine. It sounded almost as though he were crooning to her. "How I've missed you. So this is where you were hiding all this time. And I thought the tundra had claimed you for a trophy."

Before her weak mind could concoct a witty response, he handed over a spear. It looked very different from his trident, but had a blade on each end.

"A gift."

He set his hand on her shoulder and smiled in a brotherly way. It was comforting. For a moment, she allowed herself to think that he was actually kind, but one glance behind him at the burning tree, sending plumes of smoke into the air, set her straight. She went intangible just as the explosion reached its peak and the air around her ceased to exist before more filled the void. His brotherly smile went away and became something more like an evil sneer.

Zayn joined his younger sister in intangibility, bringing his trident along with him. He had much more experience with his than she did with her spear, and the only thing she could do with even a sliver of success was block.

Even then, the blue haired male got more hits than Zuri did blocks.

When the female knew that she wasn't getting anywhere like this, she pulled into tangibility, letting an otherwise fatal blow pass through her without incident or pain. It was only because Zayn wanted to remain ghostlike that that even worked--her older brother had amazing reflexes. Amazing reflexes that she did not possess, almost like mind reading. He pulled out his trident and smiled kindly, but this time she didn't buy it.

What happened next could only be described like this: think of two rhinos. One rhino is older and much more powerful than the other is, but has encroached on the younger rhino's territory. Logically, a fight would ensue from these two rhinos. And who, per se, do you think would win?

Precisely. A long battle.

Zayn took advantage of his younger sister's weakened body and moved swiftly. Before she had time to create something to stand between them and probably think of a counter, three holes side by side were punched into her body. The middle and longest spike had missed her heart, but only by an increment of half an inch perhaps less. The three merciless trident spikes speared her lungs. In only a second, her shirt was heavy with blood.

He pulled it out slowly, smiling at the look of agony on her face. One hand grabbed his shirt and the other went up to her mouth as she coughed up blood. One way or another all of it was coming out. Her grip loosened and her entire body relaxed. Aw. Zayn thought that it would be more fun. Maybe she would scream or thrash. But his sister seemed intent on not giving him any more reason to grin today. Ah well.

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Shifting around through all the different levels of reality and possibility, Coyle was quite enjoying himself.

He noticed there were a lot of creatures here that could do that - shift in and out of certain places at certain times. He could do that, and he could do more... You see, to "plane shift" did not mean to go from dimension to dimension. It went to go from one state of being to another, and all those ones in between. It was to travel in any way to any place at all, and it was very confusing of you didn't know what you were doing. Coyle did. He had existed from the very beginning this way - an entity that traversed and existed simultaneously in all places at once. It was kinda like omnipresence, but he was usually a defined point now... Sucked, but at least he still had his charming smile, right?

So saying, Coyle did as he loved to do and flipped through existence like he was flipping through channels on TV. He saw warfare on several planes above and around the home plane. People running away from battle. Some hiding. Some fighting. The ripples of their war resonated through his being, and somewhere in the mass-less, shapeless form he was he felt happy. At peace.

He had started this... This wonderful bloodshed.

Wait, what? Bloodshed? Where? Why did he think of bloodshed?

And then, homing back in on the home plane - named so because it was the only place where he could use his anchor - Coyle saw Zuri. And a blue haired guy. And a spear. And a trident.

...what?!!?

Now, far be it from Coyle to empathetically care. When he saw Zuri go down like a shot squirrel, his immediate response wasn't "oh dear my love is dying" it was more along the lines of "that ****er's stabbing my girlfriend."

Coyle shifted into his true form, catlike and lithe as he darted across the field dodging through attacks and vines and dodgeballs and whatever else was being thrown around.

He reached Zuri, not getting too close but kind of hanging back away from the guy that stabbed her with his fancy trident. The beautiful, sleek cat's head tilted to the side, eyes narrowing. His tentacles flared angrily like whips. Well let's see... He couldn't have Zuri die. Who would feed baby Mel?

Oh no.... WHO WOULD FEED BABY MEL?!!?

Coyle did a 180 degree turn, zigzagging through the court and right off the side of the field. He needed to find a place - a secret place - to sit and to do this. It was kinda instinctual. He didn't do it because he'd thought of it, but because by his very nature he needed baby with her shiny egg and being of the best baby ever to live.

And quite frankly, Coyle did not know how to feed baby. Zuri did. Zuri was also his, and he took very good care of his things until he got bored of them. Zuri's time had not yet come to be scrapped, so her bleeding on the floor however entertaining it was was not worth her being broken.

His Zuri. He did not want a broken Zuri.

Coyle alighted in a tree, claws digging into the branches as he nestled down in the fork. His form changed, dripping like slime until it formed something more able to hold on to his new safe haven as he performed this act.

Octopus. Hehe. Octopus in a tree! Coyle curled his sickly, slimy tentacles around the branches, curling around the tree like a deadly canker slowly suffocating it. When he thought he was in a good enough position, he settled and focused really, really hard.

Ow... owow...wowowo... DAMN WHY DID THAT HURT SO MUCH??!

The eight tentacled, blackish creature curled in the tree began to writhe, tentacles flailing and snapping branches off left and right as it curled and uncurled its arms in agony. Coyle had come to a decision. Tridents sucked... They had three points, and they were about as sharp as a baseball bat.

Imagine a three headed baseball bat being shoved into your abdomen. Fun stuff...

As Coyle gained this ghastly wound though, Zuri was spared it. You see, Coyle wasn't made of matter. He jsut looked and acted like matter via a special little secret of his. Now then, he didn't really need to be physically harmed if he wasn't matter. Which is probably why he was always getting hurt and yet he never seemed to have a scratch. He could also embody another kid of life - maybe leave a bit of himself with them for a bit? As a loan? This immunity o physical weakness really was a perk, and he lent it to Zuri to fix her up a bit.

Coyle himself kept his regeneration. He squirmed and thrashed and shook the great big old tree like a toothpick, but he healed up fast.

And then he took his invulnerability back, and the huge pile of boneless arms flopped down the tree and quivered on the ground for a bit.

Yeah... he was just... he was just gonna sit her for a while...

"****, ****, ****, bastard... I ****ing hate this **** this hurts damn..."

...and he did that for a while, quivering like a mass of black gelatin as the qualing, watery voice moaned and whined.

He should lock Zuri in a box so she doesn't get herself hurt...