speak for yourself~{open}

[XION AVERY !]

give me something to believe in,
’cause i don’t believe in you, anymore, anymore

i wonder if it even makes a difference..

Quiet. That's all she needed; just a place to get away.. 'I'd end up turning them all to Popsicles if I didn't get out of there,' the girl thought with an irritated expression. She moved swiftly away from the dorms, from the annoying, chatty girls who were currently making a racket and fawning over someone because they had just found their soul mate. 'Big deal. Big freakin' whoopee-doo. It's not like I care- I'm here to learn.' Okay so maybe Xion was a little jealous.. 'I hope he's hideous. Hideous and stupid.' Okay, well very. The Third Form mage sighed swung her book bag roughly over her shoulder, ignoring the fact that she nearly toppled herself over from the swift movement. Whether she was really jealous or not (which she was), she only knew she had to get away from them before she did something she would regret.

Short tempers are bad, no?

When Xion reached the library, she quickly opened the door and peeked inside. The library: the only guaranteed quiet spot on campus. If those giggling hens wanted to come in here, they wouldn't stand a chance. Finally a smile grazed the mage's lips as she calmly walked inside and to an empty table, carefully setting her bag down in a chair to her left before taking a seat for herself. 'Finally. Peace and quiet.' Xion reached into her pocket and pulled out her PDA to check the time. [10:02] It was still rather early in the morning; too late for breakfast and too early for lunch. So how was she going to kill time now? She sighed and drummed her fingers on the round table before putting out some sheets of paper from her bag. "Paper never hurt anyone," she said to herself in a sing-song voice.

When five minutes passed, the blue-eyed girl had managed to have an arsenal of fifteen paper airplanes lined up on the table. "Alright troops! This is your first and last time in battle; be sure to stab 'em in the eye." Xion rolled up her sleeves (pesky long sleeves) before moving to hide behind the table, waiting for her first victim. Suddenly, she heard footsteps, and prayed it wasn't some school staff coming though. 'Here goes nothing!' She didn't think twice before sending one of the airplanes flying toward an unlucky passerby.

{wordcount}: 408
{icmood}: Bored, silly, random.. Not longer mad though
{other}: Nothing worth mentioning
{tag}: Anyone! o: Just don't get a papercut x3

[ASHERON DRACONIS !]

Asheron sighed as he rushed out of his room once again deck head to toe in black, one of his roommates had gone on and one about banging this chick and that chick then her sister. Those kind of guys make him sick, get him so god damned pissed off, he wants to strangle the bloody twat, watch his face turn blue as oxygen was deprived from his head. Instead he had settled with a good old fashioned right hook to the face breaking the guy's nose and getting blood all over the tossers white shirt, serves him fucking right. He gets enough of that talk from his brothers.

He had stormed out of the room pausing only to grab his trenchcoat, his eyes almost glowing bright red in his rage. men are such vile creatures, and yet women still go for the arseholes who they know will cheat and hurt them and lots of other crap. People stepped to the side long before he got to them, his scowl and his eyes warning people a mile away, he desperately needed a place to calm down. Something important to him, something he loves. books. He grinned and the glow of his eyes lessened at the mere thought of the library.

He pulled the trenchcoat on as he set off for his favourite place in the school. He loved books, love how they felt in his hands, their smell... As he neared the mecca of books he stopped opened the door and inhaled the scent of books he told himself he wouldn't touch a book angry so he looked at his hand and focused on the water vapour around him, focusing it into a thick cylinder. He then started whittling it it down with his thought to make a very plain razor sharp dagger, he started adding details to the weapon, engravings, a dragon hilt and "gems". he was thinking on how to add more to it when he saw a reflection in the dagger and spun away from the thing flying at him flipping the dagger around incase he was attacked and his eyes turned blood red at the rising bloodlust in him.

He raised an eyebrow at the paper plane and chuckled slightly his eyes turning yellow as the flicked towards the source, "Hi..." he said a little... ok a lot amused.

[XION AVERY !]

Well, it didn't seem to be a teacher at least. If so, he'd have to be new because Xion had never seen the figure before. 'Let's see if he's friendly,' she smirked mentally. However, she froze when her eyes caught sight of the blade the person held. They seemed to stand and want to attack at whatever was coming at them, but paused when he saw it was only a paper airplane. 'Smooth. Real smooth.' From where she was sitting, the Third Form mage could see the person's face and instantly a judgment appeared in her mind; it just happened, and who didn't judge someone's appearance when they first saw them?

'Huh. Dark dark and more dark.' First thought? Goth. Or emo. But if he was emo, he would have been wearing make-up, so that was an automatic no. Cloak? Probably a bad-ass then, or a wanna-be. Either way, the girl couldn't help smirk slightly as he made his way over. 'Love the eyes though.'

Xion quickly stood and dusted off her clothes, not wanting to have to look up at anyone from the floor. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she was a bit taken aback as her ears caught an odd pronunciation, or had she imagined it? 'Meeeh. I've had too much sugar.' Oh well, it would have been nice to hear something besides boring ol' no-accented English. The mage offered a bit of a smile and bowed slightly. "Hallo sir. Did one of my soldiers manage to destroy your base?" 'Probably will just walk away, like the others,' she thought with a mental sigh, 'But I'm not changing for nobody.' "I do apologize, but it is war sir." Xion moved her hands behind her back and began to conjure up a snowball in them, planning to hit he person right when they left as a good-bye present.

{wordcount}: 309
{icmood}: Same as before~
{other}: Beware of speaking >3
{tag}: Ashy-face, the Scotsman XD

[ASHERON DRACONIS !]

Ash looked the female up and down, his eyes flashing crimson in lust. The purple hair was unusual, an effect of magic perhaps or maybe mixed blood? Heck could even be dyed but it didn't feel that way, looked natural and it suited her. And by God it look HOT! A fact he found slightly weird, being attracted to purple hair.

His eyes turned golden as he was really amused by her joke and he laughed as the tension in his muscles vanished and his body relaxed. There was no danger, well nobody swinging a lochaber axe at his neck anyway. "Nah he was to noisy and one of my sentries took him out." he said back his Scottish accent thick and saluted her, "So are you ready to begin peace negotiations ma'am or is this just a... trick of the Purple Haired Maidens? I should warn you little lady my soldier is very good, he will take your base without mercy."

With his eyes remaining golden as he joked with the girl he smiled at her, a rare occurrence that only happens when he does joke around and have fun with someone. At the moment the ice blue of his eyes and the cold glare seems a bit far away. He flicked the dagger over his fingers a few times like some people do with coins and he then spins it on his palm so fast it looks like it could take off like a helicopter. "So you want war huh?" he asked grinning as he started doing tricks with the knife, throwing it around and all together acting like a show off. While he did the movements drilled into him by his father automatically he concentrated on turning the ice into vapour and it was suddenly gone.

Acting like it was nothing he sat down, put his boot covered feet on a table and crossed them.

[XION AVERY !]

Oh? Did the guy's eye color just change? For a minute she simply stared, wondering what sort of magic it could be since she didn't hear him say a word. 'Red? Red's usually the color of anger..' Crap. 'Don't tell me he's one of the sensitive types who cry over everything? Man. Seemed pretty neat too.' Of course Xion wasn't one to jump all over someone because they were, admittedly, attractive, but she did allow herself the liberty to say some people looked better than some. 'But alas, all the nice-looking people are gay or sensitive.' She was somewhat startled out of her thoughts as the other mage's eyes turned a golden color; it looked nicer, and less scary. He seemed to relax a bit and Xion did the same, breathing a small sigh of relief. But then..

Her navy blue eyes suddenly widened as she grinned, hearing the person's words, accented words. And one of the best! 'Scottish. Hell yes. Lord thank you for this fine gift,' she thought not really focusing on the person's words. It might seem shallow, but the person just became a lot more interestingappealing with an accent.

"Ah.. oui," she smiled with a lost nod, used to mixing in a few learned words from other countries in her dialogue. 'Wait.. Oh! Right, the battle.' She mentally face-palmed herself before realizing they were playing along instead of calling her a weirdo and storming out. "Aye, the Purple Haired Maidens accept your peace negotiations; my soldiers have families to get to, and further damage to the base would be unnecessary.. Guess I won't need this." The snowball had begun to melt in Xion's loss of concentration, and she saw no need to knock out the mage with a snowball anymore, so she simply placed it on the table between them. "This is my gift of peace. Do you accept?" The whole time the mage carefully studied the other's eyes, checking for changing colors.

Then.. "Pfft, show off," she smirked. (Though it was amazing, him not stabbing himself during the whole thing.) "War? Non, mais.." Xion raised an eyebrow and glanced down at him. 'Boots? Nice. But still..' She was wary, not yet buying the entire gimmick; she had seen some like this person (minus a kick-ass accent) and they ended up crying later over something stupid. The girl sat down opposite of the Scotsman and rested her head on her hands as she set her elbows on the table near the other paper airplanes. "So tell me, is one's army a match for this amazing fleet?" She wasn't sure what to say really, but no matter what the person said, she would have loved to hear it.

{wordcount}: 451
{icmood}: Amazed, interested, and kinda spacy
{other}: Damn your accent o<
{tag}: Ashy-face, the Scotsman XD

[ASHERON DRACONIS !]

He chuckled again and smiled at her pulling out a small hip flask out of a boot and taking a sip of it grinning as he felt the burn of Scottish whisky. He offered her some and yawned slightly, "Then beautiful Queen of The Purple Haired Maidens let there be song and dance and booze and..." he pauses and winked at her his eyes flashing crimson again for a millisecond, "merry making."

He smiled and cupped his hands together as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the water vapour inside and around the gap inbetween his hands. He started forming a shape made from ice in between his hands like a tiny statue hidden from the girl, drawing moisture into the gap tp fuel his creation as beads of sweat slowly formed on his forehead as his energy was drained and his mind worked hard. He sighed in relief when he was done, his breathing heavy as he placed a little ice sculptue of her beside the snowball before whipping his wand out, the blackness of the ebony seeming to suck in light.

With a sigh he blew some of his fringe out his eyes and recited, "I cast upon thee long life, let nothing harm you be it age, flame or strife." he sighed again as the spell took enery out of him to keep the snowball and scuplture from melting as well as being damaged. "I humbly accept you gift milady, and present you one of my own."

He then gave her a half grin and geastured to another table near him, "I would say see for yourself but my army has the perks of being invisible."

[XION AVERY !]

Xion narrowed her eyes slightly. Alcohol? But before she could comment, the other mage’s words caught her off guard, and she could have sworn his eyes changed color. ‘Weird, but I shouldn’t be surprised at this school.’ The innuendo? Totally caught it. Xion was no where near dense when it came to such things, but that didn’t stop her from blushing slightly. She laughed slightly and looked in another direction. ‘Okay okay, so he’s bad, has a hot accent, and isn’t afraid to speak a bit of his mind.. So?’ She couldn’t help but smirk.

When her eyes reached the sculpture on the table, she couldn’t help but gasp. Oh, the poor snowball was definitely showed up by what the Scotsman pulled off. She could only stare, half-wondering if she could do that (her power being ice and snow after all) and if he was serious. Finally she turned her navy blue gaze at the mage. “Are.. Really? That’s amazing.” She bit her lip slightly. “Ha, thanks I guess..” She couldn’t help a small giggle from the rhyme. “Aww, I’m sorry but that was just adorable,” the Third Form mage smiled.

Ah, right, the whiskey. She had to admit that she had always been curious of alcohol since she was a kid, but those around her had always been strict about staying away from it, and not to mention it was against the law from where she was from to drink so young; however, it was tempting now, away from bothersome folk or reprimanding parents.. ‘Eh.. Seventeen, twenty-one? What’s the difference?’ She tentatively took the flask and moved it around in her hand. “This stuff doesn’t make you horribly drunk, right?” she asked half-jokingly. Besides the obvious low-tolerance level from never consuming it, there were other downsides. Either way, she lifted the flask to her lips and took a small drink before coughing a bit and handing it back. “Whoa.” She blinked tears from her eyes, “That burns..” ‘But that was interesting?’

She reminded herself to be careful before fixing a curious gaze back on the stranger. “Being invisible, they might run into each other,” she shrugged, still looking at the flask slightly. “Heeey though, just how old are you?” Xion frowned slightly and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. He could be a teacher or some old perv for all she knew, but she secretly hoped he wasn’t. After all, it would suck to have to stay away from the person when she was already getting quite attached to them.

{wordcount}: 426
{icmood}: A bit calmed down, trying to be snappy and wary but failing at it
{other}: Whoaaa whiskey XD
{tag}: Ashy-face, the Scotsman XD

[ASHERON DRACONIS !]

Ash nodded and blew hot air into his hands that had gotten quite cold from using his power to crate the miniature ice sculpture of this girl, "Yes really. Jeeze I don't know what it is with people and asking if something I give to them I am actually giving to them. Do I really look like the sort of guy that lies about what he means? Sure I wear black almost constantly and I am a dick a lot but come on!" he said sounding hurt as he pouted, bowed his head and folded his arms across his chest. His eyes were still yellow that showed he was only playing to those that could read him. He was thankful he was hiding his face from her because her adorable comment made his blush slightly and changed his eye colour, to the most embarrassing colour ever... a light shade of pink.

He then looked up and winked at her his lips smirking "And you are welcome. And since there is no snow around I assume you made this?" he asked picking the snowball up and tossing it into the air a few times catching it each time it fell, "I have never got the hand of making snow. Always seemed to become hail after a couple seconds. So I think you could maybe do what I did to. My mother taught me it, said it was to improve my control and accuracy. Since my powers kicked in my family have been hard on me, as hard as every other bit of training they have done so it isn't all that bad."

The male laughed and shook his head, "No it won't. Unless you drink it all. A sip or two never hurt anyone... But it may explain why I am being so nice." he replied to her and grinned as she coughed. Smiling at her he asked, "Yeah it does that. Good for a cold winters night. But something tells me neither of us have much of a problem with that right?"

He nodded and rolled his right shoulder as it got a little stiff, "Right. That they would. Except that they are out of phase with our own space-time by a bit so they can see each other and us. And my good lady I am eighteen."