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Having been watching the participants rather than the spectators, Connor felt that the attention the captain's were currently receiving would be more than enough to avert any one person's suspicions from his identity. Concealing his hair colour with a poultice of things made from various nasty mixtures, and doing his best to elude the sight lines of anyone who was important enough to have his name in their head, Connor found himself; as he had been for roughly half of the preceding of the exams, now, sitting next to an elderly woman. Her knee made a sound that made him feel uncomfortable as she approached the seat beside him, though his youthful complexion was a troublesome contrast to her age; an alibi suddenly dawned on Connor, and when she asked the random person who was sitting beside her if anyone had failed yet, he made his best efforts to be that random person. Speaking in an ingratiating and benevolent accent, he answered her question and tried to grab her attention. As if she were his grandmother; a person who was feeble of mind but deserved his respect, Connor spoke with the complete and utter reassurance of someone who wouldn't be recognised for his deeds.
"I don't think the magic knights could afford to lose any of these potential recruits, mother."
The verbal stress that he implied with filial affection was not a courtesy he extended often, but knowing the prospects of the adversities that potentially would beset him was a temptation of knowledge that he couldn't pass up. He discerned that while this elderly lady may mistake him for her grandson out of the kindness of her heart, he figured she may just do so any way; due to senility or the sight of his apparent opulence. Connor's clothing was lavish for a commoner but meagre for a noble. He had tried to cut the fashion line at making-by but certainly pushed it as far as auspicious, Connor may have worn regalia if the knight's weren't such a tight knit group of sycophants; and they may not have noticed him, but he knew better than to tempt the hand of fate where incarceration was concerned. If the older woman had a problem with his assumptive behaviour, she may not have noticed the gleaming token he had sat on her knee. The gold coin was small enough to go unnoticed by most people but; perhaps unsuited to the task of camouflage, it gleamed with a warm brilliance that was easy to mistake for the glittering of smashed glass on a road side. Connor's hand recoiled from the delicately placed fraction of gold, the sleight being the yawn he afforded those around him, afterwards though he smiled pleasantly at the woman as the coin slowly began to fade and dull in grandeur.
It's weight; being appreciable despite it's size, suddenly vanished, and reappeared in the closed hand of the man who was vaguely attempting to entertain the elderly woman. The man; being Connor, was trying to convey a complex sentiment that may be foreign for the uninitiated to at first understand; The Wandering Lady, was as clear cut as he could make the ruse that he was performing. The coin at first multiplied then vanished completely, it "wandered" from hand to hand and soon made it's way into her palm, whether it was outstretched and receiving, or not. Connor, having had the great fortune, to have been unusually perceptive, brandishing his anonymity like a shield he unwittingly indulged in a moment's reprieve. Luxuriously, his "sixth sense" for being located hadn't given him the spine chilling sensation that he was under supervision, but as the Captain's line of sight passed over him, he couldn't help but feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise as his jaw tensed. His blood ran cold, and he felt his ego blend seamlessly into the undefined borders of those around him. Even if he was being looked for; as the only person hiding in the crowd of people, his reverse breathing and cold blood were unlikely to give him away. He positioned himself on the other side of the elderly woman whose hair was more than an adequate buffer to physically hide his identity from any one of particular mention. Connor relaxed and spoke with the resolute cadence that resulted from years of practise looking in the mirror of a morning, and knowing what people see when they look at you when your mouth moved. His hearing was sharpened by the sharps and flats of his whimsical life, fully believing himself to be deaf to certain registers of mundane white noise, Connor was confident he couldn't so much as hear a baby babbling in his direction.
"So far, so good."
Printed on the coin, if the lady; Shitai, noticed, was a foreign symbol. Not one of fealty or one of otherwise renowned status amongst the higher-ups of Clover, it was spade crossed with a key on one side, a four leaf clover on the other. Solid gold all the way through, malleable as ever and at his beck and command. Connor felt his heart beat slow; back to the normal rhythm and cadence of anyone else, and although the elderly woman may not play along with his grandson disguise, he was however watching the preceding of the exams and those around him with the steady and calm focus of a nonchalant rogue. Not being here to cause trouble or even persuade others to join him, Connor felt divvying the loot was sacrilegious, he was here endangering his freedom for information that he more or less probably could of read in the newspaper. Connor was, more than anything, here to see if the guild was present. Surely, this being an excellent place for scouting those that didn't succeed, the guild would send a representative? Connor; not fully aware that he may be such an ambassador, was scanning the crowd for familiar or colloquial behaviours that would tip him off to the presence of other rogues, but, as his vision was mostly obscured by the woman's hair, Connor was having a hard time.
Post by Kallos Heinrich James Benjamin on May 13, 2020 19:33:50 GMT -5
These were the things that made his blood boil. Exams such as these disgusted Kallos down to the bone … the sounds of cheers, combat and knights … and he wasn’t part of the limelight! Fantasies of signing up as a candidate for this exam having been extinguished as quickly as he noticed the expiry date on application forms. The angered thoughts passed the clown dressed individual as he walked into the spectator seating proper. In his hands he carried a box of popcorn to enjoy the show with, naturally he bought it from outside the certified vendors, do you know how much they were upcharging?! There was a mix of individuals in this party it seemed, and more importantly, a few members of his crew, prepared for the plan for mischief. His eyebrows raising in a bit of entertainment and annoyance that captains shared similar spectating areas as the commoners, what, they couldn’t afford actual guards or something. The appearance hurt less as he realised that the captains were causing their own little scenes, he might not have to cancel the party at all. He bit his lip even as he grinned at the image of desperate knights, the fact that they made their appearance ruined quite a lot of potential for mischief regardless.
“Make room, make room!” Kallos said with a small laugh, pushing and shoving his way towards an open seat, “You can’t take all the good spots! That lady is taking up two spots for spirits sake!”
Tossing a piece of popcorn at the old lady in spite for the stolen seat, giving a signalling wink to the hag before pressing on to the open spot beside one of the other crew members, Gaius. The clown faced rogue gave a wide smirk to the pal before leaning forward a touch to keep within whisper distance, naturally taking the ample chance to snatch the spectator to his sides coin purse to multitask.
“Let’s cause some fun. Try and make the show loud. Got two marks, that captain bait or old witchy, pick whoever.” He whispered to Gaius with a grin, patting the box of popcorn slyly.
Kallos shook his head visibly in annoyance before rising to his feet and walking away from Gaius. Making a loud muttering remark about the terrible visibility from that chair before moving towards the back of the spectating area, munching on a piece of popcorn as he got into a relaxed position.
Artemis stayed in her spot just behind her Captain. Barron Castle was a man who was not in the mood for any shenanigans. His face was already strained, likely from the fact that he had to actually show his face in public for this occasion. Artemis was sure that he did not have to, he definitely would not have come to this event. It was interesting to see her Captain actually play civil with the others, and he did not seem to be losing his cool; at least not at the moment. Artemis was very sure that it would happen sooner or later. Maybe a Magic Knights Examinee would say or do something that would trigger his largely uncontrolled emotions. Maybe one of the Captains or Vice Captains would look at him in a way he did not like. Maybe, and this was the least likely scenario, Artemis herself would say or do something to cause the Green Mantis Captain to lash out. In any case, Artemis was ready. Either to diffuse the situation, or retaliate if necessary. Unlike her fellow Green Mantises, Artemis would not be pushed over by the man. It was most likely why she had been chosen to accompany him today, as a pseudo replacement for the Vice Captain position.[break][break]
She would look around the stands, though she kept an eye out towards the participants as well. One of her duties today was to actually help choose participants that might be a good fit for the Green Mantises. There were a handful that were definitely very interesting, though she was sad to see that Isabelle Erebus was nowhere to be found. She was sure that the woman had appeared earlier, but most likely had changed her mind. Even more so, she might have already been recruited for another squad. A loss, none the less. There were still a few faces she knew. One of them was Alexander, and Azure, who are both apparently going to be sparring. That would definitely be an unbalanced fight, favouring the Imitation mage, but she gave credit to Alexander for taking on the challenge. Artemis would be eyeing that young man for the Green Mantises, if possible, since he was here most likely because of her urging.[break][break]
Then, she found herself drawn towards the stands. Some of the Captains and Vice Captains had joined the spectators, which was an interesting scene. Artemis saw Lydia there, and was tempted to join them. However, Artemis decided to stay put. There was a stir, and the Crimson Lions Captain seemed to have called back his own Vice Captain. Artemis just watched the proceedings without saying anything.[break][break]
Looking around, she realized that she was out of place here. Artemis was not the Vice Captain, at least, not officially. She knew that she would be making a move for the position one day, and she supposed this was good practice of her duties if she were successful. [break][break] Nodding to the other Captains and Vice Captains that decided to return back to their posts, Artemis stared straight back towards the arena. She would not miss these young mages showcasing their capabilities. It was, after all, expected of her.
[attr="class","florencetext"] Lydia was expecting the golden dawn mage to have a response to her comment after she didn't seem like the type of person to just sit back and take an insult which the vice captain respected. So she would stand straight up and turn to face the women as she spoke. Lydia was fine with the insults getting thrown at her personally after all she was there and able to say something back. However what she could stand for was the fact that her own family got brought into the fold. It was the easiest way to piss of the glass mage the most to the point she would actually fight someone. So Lydia would take a step forward to strike the mage before she could make her move however she would feel someone grab her by the back of her mantle. Had she been a worse sensory mage she might have actually turned around to punch the mage however she knew it was the mana of her captain. She would listen to the man as he spoke telling her that he needed her back with the captains not really giving her much of a choice. [break][break] Yes Captain As she walked back to the captain and vice captain area of the exams she would listen to the words her captain spoke. I understand what you are saying and I apologize but I can't just let someone talk about my family in a bad. I won't lie and say it won't happen again because if the same thing were to happen I'd make the same choice again but yes I'll wait to fight someone until the exams are over. As Ardere spoke about needed a cigarette Lydia would pull hers out lighting and handing the man one before head back to were the rest of the captains and other members that joined that captains were. It seemed she join somewhat in the middle of a fight between the black bulls captain and sliver eagle captain getting into it over something. Her name was brought up but it wasn't something she was going to involved herself in. Instead she would spot the azure deer captain smiling as she remembered the fun the two of them made when they were lower ranked knights. [breal[break] The crimson lion vice captain would make her way over to the women sitting next to her. It's been awhile Carmelita still as breath taking as ever I see. So how is the Azure deer treating you these days? As Lydia was speaking to the captain she would feel the temperature in the whole area change and she only knew of one mage who could do such a thing up here. Rosalia I understand you are mad and for good reason but is there anyway you could turn the temperature back to normal for me please? I'm not a fan of the cold myself.
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Post by Gaius Stonewall on May 14, 2020 1:48:15 GMT -5
Finally, FINALLY Kallos shows up! It took forever, and Gaius had become tired of just jeering and booing the wannabe knights. And when the bossman himself comes late, what does he do? He says 'just go do this stupid thing, don't worry about the risk involved'. Well... Gaius smiled a bit. This is what he signed up for and why he loved being led by Kallos, nobody else would be crazy enough to do something like this. Attracted by the glory of it all, the elven boy nodded to his good friend and looked at the area, analyzing it and coming up with a plan. He would rather not deal with a direct confrontation off the bat. This called for a more nuanced approach. Removing any roguish apparell from himself, Gaius would descend the spectator stands dressed as a mere civilian. Should he approach recklessly, of course they would be on their guard... but that was perhaps for the best. Searching for a blindspot where he would be out of sight of the magic knights, Gaius found nice little nook where he could cast unseen.
Earth Magic, Land Shark!
Indeed, as it sounds, Gaius shaped a giant shark from soil and stone which was 90% submerged in the earth. From now on, the shark would move on his command beneath the earth within proximity, requiring he take care to put himself in good position. He would start by moving as close to the captains as he dared, namely the Black Bull's and Silver Eagle's captains with the woman (Rosalia) between them. While riskier, he did care to go about things the most efficient way. Cast a net looking to catch a specific fish, you'll find nothing on your plate. Instead, a school of many fish, some whom you don't need, would be most efficient. Well, that's enough fishing analogies for now, time to reel them in. For now, he hid the shark within the stone of the arena beneath the seats. Things go south, it would be nice to have insurance.
Now coming back to the move crowded area of the seating, Gaius swayed left and right, acting intoxicated by the devil's juice, AKA alcohol. Indeed, he was not drunk but merely acted it, quite convincingly for one who hadn't ever taken a sip of the stuff. It was a common trick amongst rogues for any sort of job. In doing so, the elven boy bumped into some unsuspecting fellow near the front seats and the fellow told him to watch it. After some innocent provocation which spurred an altercation between the two, Gaius grabbed the man he was fighting with and leaned back and over the edge of the stands, falling a short distance into the arena and twisting to use the man as a cushion between himself and the glorious earth which he loved. This would be occuring closest to the comedic and sexually frustrated trio named Malcolm, Rosalia, and Yuurei making it more likely one of the two captains or their compatriot would attempt to break it up.
Most of Amara’s peers decided to crowd the participant’s entrance assuring that this year’s candidates arrived to applause meant to encourage. While the other orphaned youth joined the crowd of cheering townsfolk, Amara had other plans in mind. While so many focused on greeting this year’s candidates, she would take the best seat available.
Today she wore her newly fashioned light grey satin dress. As she glided through the crowd with a level of grace that would leave even most royals awestruck, the sections of fabric draped more loosely fluttered. She was a vision. Her elegant assymetrical iron wire crespine headdress was beset with gorgeous bead and fabric work of matching grey tones. A lengthy piece of chiffon, of a lighter grey, was fixed to the brim of the headpiece but cascaded beautifully down her back when it wasn’t covering her face.
After reaching arena seating, she searched for a seat in a corner high enough up to be given enough time to avoid a stray spell should one occur, but low enough to be able to just make out the faces of the potential nights on the far side.
There weren’t many seats filled when she first arrived, however the seats filled quickly after the last of the exam participants arrived.
It was likely that she would one day take the Magic Knight Exams herself, but for now, having just received her grimoire a few days beforehand, participation was out of the question. She still had much to learn about the mysterious book. The large grimoire with all of its colors and shapes moved to rest in her lap as though it were certain she wouldn’t move from her position.
As Amara understood the exam, the participants would be expected to carry out a series of tasks. It was said that there are also sparring matches held. Captains of the reputed squads watch, gauge skill levels, and then finally select the candidates they wish to induct into their ranks.
Amara thought back to the captain from her dreams, the one who took in Tekina. What were the chances that he would be here? What are the chances that he even existed as she dreamed him?
Regardless, now she herself had every intention of watching the exam to gain insight as to what would be expected of her when the Clover Kingdom’s Orphanage inevitably made her participate.
As the events started, Amara found that she was given more space to move about than others, if she needed to. The other spectators were sure not to get too close. The occasional passerby bowed in apparent show of respect. Did they think she was a noble? It wouldn’t be the first time that people she didn’t know made that mistake.
Among the spectators was a gargantuan figure, though larger than anyone there it manages to blend thanks to the cloak that barely fits on him but it does not matter much as the cloak was only there to hide his sharp ears to begin with, if he did not have those ears he could have looked like everyone. Unlike everyone around this arena this man was not hyped up but the oncoming spectacles that are but children and teens forcdd to fling spells into each other, he didn't like any of these, though at the very least he was offered free food, a gigantic pack of popcorn from a stranger, to be specific the flamboyant walking gallery that is the clown doing clown things around the mass of people.
"These Magic Knight Exams are nothing but a mindless pit fight, nothing but worthless blood, tears, and sweat wasted by the Common and Noble People, well most of the blood is on the Commoners since Nobles are gifted great magic at birth and think they are privileged to flaunt it around to people and slap the faces of anyone below them in terms of magical prowess... Disgusting and like to be honest is combat the only thing Magic Knights ever know in their life, so if for example a kid isn't proficient in fighting but effective in healing magic does he not get another way of getting into the Magic Knights or does he have to slave away his or her butt and force to fight?." This was the random rant the badly cloaked man said as he ate into his giant bag of popcorn, each morsel he picked up with his large hand a great amount removed from the bag to be then swiftly devoured by the giant. The other civilians only nodded at the giant man, as they felt that he sounded pretty right in right in this situation and other than that, probably fear as well as you wouldn't want to have an argument with a giant man right?
"It disturbs me that the man that looks like a clown or probably is actually a clown gave me my favourite flavour of popcorn out of coincidence and on a big bag.... This isn't a coincidence" The giant spoke again as he ate through his bag of popcorn, as he was baffled where did that clown man gained any information that cheese popcorn is his preferred flavour of popcorn or was it really a coincidence.
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] The one he was throwing rocks at for minutes ignored him and moved to stand up after a chance meeting with a fellow dressed like...a clown? Possibly couldn’t be coming over for a fight could he? As the two figures parted ways and another colossal man showed up it began to feel a bit suspicious. With a sharp whistle, Zaven ignored the other women; elderly person and other oddball that were beside him a moment as he hoped that someone from the captains area would hear his whistle...those that knew Zaven’s tactics would recognize it as he poijt d to the clown that had handed the giant a bag of popcorn as he began to make his move towards the drunkard. [break][break]
“Excuse me I shall be right back, I do apologize for what you may be about to see.”. Zaven said as he watched the man dart towards a place where he may be able to hide. He knew there would be enough time to catch him, but it was better to show those in attendance that the Magic Knights are the real deal. He activated his shadow armor, allowing the leather form of it encompass over him and turn him into the very thing that he became after the shining palace...The Shadow of Dawn. He dashed out and over to where the man was heading in a time that was unnatural to most people. He had noticed that the man unknown to him at the time, whose name was Gaius, somehow managed to change out and was about to cast a spell. Not a word was said as the captain of the Golden Dawn would appear before the man, moving at 40 m/s he would reach forward at the same time to deliver a punch to the abdomen of the would-be caster before attempting to grab his head and slam his into the ground, an attempt to hold him down would also be done as his shadow aura would be fel, leaving the air stifling. [break][break]
”next time you decide to be a simple minded fuck...please remember that I am always watching...also why did you just ignore the pebbles being thrown at you, and why try to cast a earth spell towards the back of an arena...you realize you need to aim higher to actually get anyone...it’s a coliseum not an open air bandstand.”. Zaven would tell the dumbass regardless of if he was now pinned to the ground or not. Of course if the dumbass actually remained upright...he wouldn’t be for long as an attempt to escape would be seen as evading and Zaven would pull the bow of Erebus spell from his Grimoire, firing a single homing shot into the man’s knee...probably maiming him in the process. It would be easier to take the punch and be pinned.
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Post by Gaius Stonewall on May 14, 2020 10:44:33 GMT -5
With some unfortunate timing, Gaius's actions were stopped before they had ever truly begun as he noticed the shadowy knight standing before him. As it was a somewhat defensible position, what with being an empty area besides the two, it was unlikely for Gaius not to notice the intrusion on his personal affairs. These knights, always so rude, always butting in on things, sticking their nose where it doesn't belong... Well, no matter, failure wasn't the end. Taking the mana he had meant to use for the Land Shark, Gaius converted his casting into another spell as the figure approached at high speed, leaving Gaius little room for error. Fortunately, with little to no travel speed necessary compared to the man, his spell which was centered around himself popped off likely during the man's approach. Within the ten meter stretch between Gaius and Zaven, the ground would look fairly normal, but of course his earthen spell would cause Zaven's feet to sink into it as it would cave in and grip the approaching foe. Timed correctly, the knight would be about 5 meters away from Gaius before becoming stuck in the sinking earth. While keeping up with such insane speeds wasn't in Gaius's abilities, his area binding spells were direct counters to high mobility rushes, as it were.
In quick succession, the ground would rise up, causing the nearby structure of the stands to crack some bit as stone and earth were borrowed from around it, and the earth moved to engulf Zaven inside of a giant earthen turtle that Gaius had constructed. Meanwhile, Gaius would be moved harmlessly out of the way, shifted atop the earth he was standing to be placed outside of the the turtle's radius. He had no doubt that such a seemingly capable magic knight would be able to break out, but hopefully this might stall a bit of time for Gaius and his partners' other activities. Upon completion of the turtle, which would occur quickly after the activation of the sinking ground part of the spell which would hopefully immobilize Zaven, Gaius would send the turtle to swim into and through the earth to seal Zaven about 25 meters beneath the ground above which sat the populated stands, a short travel time that would take no more than a second or two. In this way he hoped to prevent the magic knight from simply busting through, as doing so recklessly might bring harm to the citizens above.
Ah, and on the topic of pebbles... Gaius actually did not mind that at all. He was so attuned to the earth and all its magnificent gifts that pebbles felt like a gentle breeze to him, providing him not displeasure but a tranquil sort of euphoric sigh that passed through his being upon each touch of stone to his flesh. Indeed, this terraphiliac had it pretty bad for mother earth.
Post by Kallos Heinrich James Benjamin on May 14, 2020 12:02:36 GMT -5
Grinning madly as the spectacle begins, the distraction worked like a pinch! The clownish rogue watched Gaius begin his diversion and a captain instantly beelining to the take credit, what a joke! He reached into the box of popcorn with a small pout as he realised the captain that had went to stop Gaius, the golden dawn captain, not one of the cool ones sadly.
“The show must go on!” He muttered in entertainment at the show, grabbing the hidden container within the popcorn box.
He pulled it out with an explosion of buttery popcorn, admittedly he should’ve tried to have a bit more of it before this show began, now he was just being wasteful. The thought passed in a moment as he flicked open the container to reveal two jars filled with a dark liquid of a pyrotechnic quality! He smiled at his own reflection in it as the captain was already busy monologuing about dumbasses and the sort, classic knight work. Grabbing hold of the first container, he lit a match he had up his sleeve before quickly igniting and tossing the container … towards the captain’s spectator lounge! The fragile glass jars were designed to shatter on most sorts of impacts, to at least set off the fiery display when it inevitably gets caught by SOMETHING, therefore we have backup plans. The thought of backup plans sparked the memory in his head, as he turned towards a few of the poor folks he ‘gave’ popcorn for the show, he gave them spare smaller rigged boxes of popcorn, waiting for the timer to inevitably go off whenever, to help add to the chaos. The second container, he naturally spun around and tossed it towards one of the nearby crowds of spectators with a burst of laughter!
Upon any fiery reveals however, no matter how the jars happen to detonate, it would reveal the fiery concoction was a soapy substance dyed black, to create a diluted cheap fire that didn’t even give off any proper burns. The clown had intended for real fire … but that was expensive, and he didn’t have the time to collect the resources for it, so a prank had to suffice! Harmless fire is still sure to cause some fun.
“Did I leave the fireplace lit before I left?” He muttered casually as he awaited the inevitable painful fun times.
The vague impression the Connor was receiving was one of recourse, as far he was concerned the captain was disciplining a drunkard who not being particularly phased by the apprehension was calmly collecting himself by absconding from detainment. Peering over the older woman’s shoulder Connor had a sudden rush of familiarity pass over him. This woman was certainly not his grandmother, and while he could only afford the same courtesy as not recognising her formally, he smiled meekly before tilting his head to the right in a vaguely nodding gesticulation in the commotions direction. Every pocket was turned towards him; the thief, noticing the lack of subtlety or tact that the magic knights were currently enforcing their jurisdiction with disgusted Connor. The soldiers would take what they wanted from who ever they pleased, at least in that regard they were on level ground; morality aside, taxes could be death of him just as well as intervening in this matter. Plucking both the courage he needed and the gold he could afford to circumspectly introduce into the environment without being noticed immediately, Connor suddenly stood from his seat and assessed the situation. He could only muster what could seem a penny in a well, no one was directly witnessing his actions so he kept it low-key and simple. Praying for divine benevolence to guide this righteous penny-sized, mundane pebble that he was now hoping would fundamentally carry the irony of pretence, towards the right person. It did not gleam, it did not whistle, as it zoomed through the air. It did, however, have either someone’s full attention or was flying currently under the radar. Either way, it was a distraction.
If at best, it did strike someone, they may not be feeling particularly happy about it but this guy seemed to be floating in reverie. The course stone rolled along the ground before trying its best to be noticed, though tarnished and dull it would feel warm to the touch and slightly heavier than expectations may presume. Perhaps, upon introspection it may seem utterly unique but the cosmetics applied only really fooled the extremely gullible. Clay and charcoal gathered from his fireplace the prior morning, some dirt and a particularly unpleasant adhesive later, and having held onto it for this long Connor’s hands were sweating. His palms itched and a nasty thought occurred to him, the rich remember what they were before they were rich and delighted in perpetuating the stereotype that their power was absolute. Logically, Connor could only concede that if their power was absolute; as was their corruption, and while this display of aggression would be more than he needed to whip the commoners in the forsaken region into ballywho. The resulting uproar; the divine oblation, a tragedy of consequence that would result in the needless spilling of another unknown’s blood, mixed with the uncommonly friendly attitude that they grant amnesty with a benevolent hand to this poor psychopath who didn’t have the good sense that God gave a carrot. Connor left. He did not stay to see what happened, not waiting to confirm their suspicions while they were presently engaged by a rookie. Connor left the way he came, shoulder to shoulder with the commoners, moving confidently and zig-zagging away from the constabulary and militant figures. They were not hard to pick out of the crowd; they were wearing their regalia, so was Connor, the clothing of a man who may have slept in a few hours this morning just because he thought he might miss the feeling of his bed due to prior life choices catching up with him. Did he regret the occasional larceny? Not as much as he regretted skipping breakfast this morning. Thieves prosper when the rich remember, this; if not being the perfect example of the judiciary force of Clover, then the might of the people who could work away at the very cornerstones that held them to such a lofty degree in civilisation. Live by the sword, perish by the sword, as far as Connor was concerned, he wouldn’t see a crooked penny in his pocket today. One less criminal sizing him up. Unlucky.
Artemis would watch carefully. There seemed to be some disturbance very close to them. Zaven Blake was up to something, and Artemis could not care less about it. She knew that the Captain could handle himself fairly well, after all, he would not be Captain in the first place if he could not. There were little few who could match against a Captain’s strength level, and most of them within the Clover Kingdom were either their fellow Captains or Vice Captains. Artemis herself was very sure that her power level was growing, though not yet enough to match her superiors. Maybe one day she would get there, though for now, she was content with training and working on her plans to possibly take the Vice Captaincy position within the Green Mantis. [break][break]
“How quaint.” She would mutter to herself, though keeping herself still behind her Captain. The cheers and delights of the Magic Knights Exams reverberated throughout the stadium. The stands were going wild at some of the feats that the examinees are showcasing. There was talent amongst the current pool, it seems, and Artemis was very hopeful that at least one of them would end up joining the Green Mantis. She did not get her hopes up, however, since the Green Mantis was a squad with ill reputation. And truthfully, she condemned her Captain for not doing anything about it, causing their squad to lose potential Magic Knights, and plunging their reputation to rock bottom. [break][break]
Suddenly, she felt something stir in the air. A projectile of some sort was heading towards them, and Artemis, out of sheer reaction through rigorous training and experience, had her grimoire out in less than a second. Her Ki senses gave her the ability to track the object, which was very slow in its speed to the eye of one who has mastered Ki to the highest level. [break][break] “Poseidon’s Wrath.” [break][break]
A wave of water was conjured just in front of the Captain’s stand, and formed into horses that galloped mid-air. The wave of water horses reared their heads, before charging towards the concoction. With a flick of her wrist, a second Poseidon’s Wrath was conjured, this one sent towards the second bottle tossed after the first, which was aimed towards a nearby spectator stand. Artemis would forgo the illusion on her spell, letting everyone see the two waves of water horses both envelop the projectiles, and crushing it into nonexistence within its churning waves. The speed of the spell would outmatch the throwing speed of the one who instigated this attack, and an attack Artemis would classify it as. [break][break]
Artemis would stay her hand, however, and let her spell hang in the air menacingly, at the ready to defend the crowd and the Captain from any other thrown projectiles. [break][break]
“There.” She would point out, “that one.” The Captains and Vice Captains would have, by this point, seen what was happening, and most likely would have been doing some damage control. Artemis would keep herself in her current position, surveying for anything else that might be seen as a threat, and having her Ki senses at full flare.
Name of Spell: Poseidon's Wrath[break] Elemental Type: Water[break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Attack Creation & Sensory (Illusion)[break] Range & Speed: 150 meters | 85 m/s | 110 m AOE [break] Mana Cost: 50 | 25[break] Stats Effected: +12 Power, Blinds, -12 Sensory[break] Applicable Perks: Area of Triumph, Battle Knight, Master Illusionist, Quick Shot[break] Description: Artemis calls upon the inner rage of the ocean and sea using her grimoire. Amassing a huge amount of conjured water, the spell itself is a huge tsunami like wave that Artemis can control through her mana. The huge amount of water takes the form of water horses, which visually charges towards Artemis' opponents. The spell itself is coated with an illusion, which masks it from the following senses of her opponents: sight, sound, smell, and mana. At first hit, those hit by Poseidon's Wrath are blinded. The blind effect only happens once per opponent. Artemis is able to create more than one Poseidon's Wrath based on her control, while it follows ammo rule on damage. The spell also follows ammo rule on avoiding allies. Those within the area of effect will have their sensory debuffed following debuff rules.[break]
Eirian had little concern for the victors and losers of the magic knight exams; nobody was there that he recognised, and knights were knights as far as he knew. Still, the spells they slung were a spectacle - sometimes, anyway. Maybe he'd find some inspiration.
Of course, that was mostly a secondary goal: the popcorn was really the reason he came here. He lucked out this year: some shady character had offered the same popcorn at a way cheaper cost - ah, the wonders of under cutters. Munching on his snack, Eirian keeps an ear out for any interesting tidbits as the would-be enforcers prepared to fight.
And what an interesting tidbit it was today! The elf's gaze is wrenched away by a man heckling the crowd, watching as a knight throws a pebble his way. Curious way to deal with things, but it was certainly entertaining.
Like a set of stairs, the situation just seems to escalate and escalate as the jeering man - drunk, apparently - casts some sort of spell. Shortly afterwards, some clown - wait, was that the popcorn salesman? - begins yelling about how the show must go on, before pulling out some weird canister from his popcorn. Striking a match, he throws it at the captains, as it bursts into surprisingly small flames. It was lucky he'd decided to come, allowing him to bare witness to this chaotic mess. Sticking his hand into the popcorn for another bite, he comes the a startling realisation...
That was the man who sold him the popcorn.
In a fit of panic, Eirian throws the bag, right as the timer ticks down, igniting into the pitiful flames as the clown's did.
Post by Yuurei Krane on May 14, 2020 14:26:35 GMT -5
Yuurei had done his best to make sure that he and Malcolm didn’t have a brawl within the Captain and Vice-Captain’s quarters. He had listened to Rosalia’s plea and considered it gratefully. The noble was sitting on his chair as he would pay attention to the arena of the civilians that wanted to become Magic Knights. There were a few of them that caught his eyes, but he would only raise his hands to those he felt were exciting to him. It wouldn’t take long, but Yuurei would be able to sense magic coming from a certain direction outside of the arena. It was inside of the spectator stand, and it seemed like someone had done something foolish enough to cause the Golden Dawn member to act on them. There was also a spell being used within the stance, which wasn’t a good thing.
He didn’t know what kind of spell it was, but he knew the area that it was covering. The wind mage would allow his grimoire to open up as he shook his head at the situation that was appearing within the area below.
“I guess this must be the weirdest Magic Knight Exams we ever had. Wind Magic: Pazuzu.” He said this as he would summon sixteen of his golems as their size would be big enough to grab the civilians that were inside of the crossfire.
“I need you to grab every civilian within that area and put them down on the other side of the coliseum.” He would say this as the golems would rush down to the bleachers and would do exactly what they were ordered to do.
Each golem would grab a hold of three people each for a total of forty-eight people and would place them down and away from the spell that had been cast.
“Damn this isn’t something I would expect from anybody today.” He said this as an explosion would occur in the air as it seemed that there was something going on.
His eyes would move towards Artemis as she had stopped something from heading towards them. That was a good thing and now as things unfolded, Yuurei could see who it was that tossed the contraption. Yuurei would only frown upon this person as it seemed like things needed to calm down quickly. They weren’t going to cancel this event because of a person or two.
“Wind Magic: King Bahamut.” Yuurei would summon his favorite golem and this golem would be bigger the biggest person in this place.
“Please grab that person and bring them here to me. The moment they try anything or resist being grabbed just take off their legs.” He said to his golem as it would listen to Yuurei as it soared through the air.
This was supposed to be an exam where the civilians needed to show off their skills, but it seemed that with problems being caused, knights had to make their move to relax the situation. Bahamut would make their way towards Kallos at top speed and when the golem arrived it would attempt to grab the young man, making sure that his hands were pinned into the air so that he couldn’t place his hands into his pocket or in anything of the sort. If the golem somehow failed to grab Kallos, then the second-order would kick in and Bahamut would attempt to take off the young man’s legs.
Yuurei wasn’t trying to kill, but get answers to why this was being done. He didn’t like the interruption as he would have been upset if he were in the arena, trying to prove his worth, and somebody in the spectator area was causing distractions.
[break]Name of Golem: Wind Magic: Pazuzu [break]Spell Element: Wind [break]Spell Rank: Senior [break]Mana Cost: 30 | 15 [break]Type of Golem: Light [break]Range and Speed: 246 meters & 50 m/s [break]Health of Golem : Intermediate [break]Applicable Perks: Armament | Focused Golems | Ease of Creation | Puppet Master | Artillery Support [break]Description: The user will use their grimoire to produce a stronger intensified wind out in the open. This wind will compress itself into a huge golem, which will shape itself into that of a wind bird. This bird is purely made out of wind, and use that to attack if it needs to when it comes into contact with enemies. The bird has wind coming out of it has horns on its head, and can be summoned as small as 1 foot to as big as 7 feet. This golem is able to take flight into the air. When Pazuzu carries people it’s speed becomes 20 m/s due to weight and can only carry up to 3 people. The user can create more of these golems if their control allows them to. [break][break] Picture of Pazuzu
Name of Golem: Wind Magic: King Bahamut [break]Spell Element: Wind [break]Spell Rank: Grand [break]Mana Cost: 50 | 25 [break]Type of Golem: Balanced [break]Range and Speed: 120 meters & 57 m/s [break]Health of Golem: Senior [break]Applicable Perks: Armament | Focused Golems | Ease of Creation | Puppet Master | Artillery Support [break]Description: The user will use their grimoire to produce a stronger intensified wind out in the open. This wind will compress itself into a huge golem, which will shape itself into that of a huge dragon. This golem is purely made out of wind, and use that to attack if it needs to when it comes into contact with enemies. Bahamut also attacks with its four limbs making use of the talons and the power behind each limbs. It has horns of what looks to be deer horns on its head. It has huge wings that are strong enough to damage enemies as well. Bahamut can be summoned as small as 1 feet to as big as 65 feet. This golem is able to take flight into the air. When Bahamut carries people its speed becomes 40 m/s due to weight and can only carry up to 5 people. The user can create more of these golems if their control allows them to. [break][break] Picture of King Bahamut
Just when the red-haired beauty had finally managed to have a few hours to properly enjoy the exams, she felt Zaven’s familiar magical presence flair up, and she eyed the field. Something was off. Again. She could recognize when her friend’s affinity anywhere. This time, fortunately it seemed that she wasn’t the reason, and as she pulled her hand off of Malcolm shoulder, she would smile at Yuurei before scanning the stands. She wasn’t proficient in sensory the way most of her companions were and would stand behind her Captain quietly, waiting to see if anything else was off. [break][break] It seemed that her caution was indeed for good reason, as a wall of water horses suddenly coated the area in front of the terrace she was on. Rosalia’s head snapped over in Artemis’ direction. There was only one woman who she knew to cast spells so powerful with that affinity. The white haired beauty’s spell was greeted with a cheer from the crowd. [break][break] The Black Bull member, however, felt the sudden change in mood that everyone else on the terrace had. All of the Magic Knights in the stands probably did too. This wasn’t part of the fucking show, she knew as much from her Green Mantis ally’s reaction. When Artemis pointed out the cause of this chaos, Rosalia, despite having a moment of stupor at Yuurei’s power and use of the wind element, would jump down to try and grab ahold of the idiot rogue.
"Excuse me Captain..." She'd utter and give the man a smile before she leaped off the stands.[break][break] [Since we need to exit, I’ll exit there, claiming my one stat point :3]
Mana Conservationist: You will be able to use spells with less mana than others when it comes to casting spells! Each rank of spell will have its spell cost go down by the following amounts, please remember that this is based on the rank of the spell not the character! [Juniors]: 2 | [Intermediate]: 4 | [Senior]: 6 | [Grand]: 10 | [Archmage]: 16
Description: A zone of ice-cold energy spreads from the air and ground around Rosalia outwards, covering a 40 meter cubed radius and dealing senior damage to all enemies within her range, knocking them back 8 meters. Allies (including the caster) gain a shield blocking senior rank damage that appears as an invisible shell of icy black mana. This AOE can be maintained for its affected area, repeatedly dealing damage to Rosalia's enemies if they don't move outside of its range.