1. [02:11] Violet shifted her look between Rhesus and Sanguinius, lingering on each as if studying them. Once she determined she had been correct? She'd nod.
2.  
3. "You two look as if you were made for each other."
4. (Violet Vartuul)
5. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
6.  
7. [02:11] Fennel smiles, unabashed.
8. (Fennel Loire)
9. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
10.  
11. [02:12] Fennel Loire says, "You make me sound like a brute, Edingel."
12. [02:12] Her sigil? Not on her person.
13.  
14. "Hmm?" The Falstaff bends at her waist and leans closer. "Are you asking me to hang out?" She asks with the tilt of her head before straightening her posture.
15. (Guinevere Falstaff)
16. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
17.  
18. [02:12] Ty'raj Toryia says, "Need to write this poster."
19. [02:12] Fennel Loire says, "I've been purely defensive, as of these last few months. Years, even."
20. [02:12] Edingel Sinaldine says, "I do, don't I? Ah."
21. [02:13] Edingel Sinaldine says, "Just one of your many virtues, Fennel."
22. [02:13] Edingel Sinaldine says, "Feel not defined by it."
23. [02:14] Edingel winks at him conspicuously, with an exaggerated flex of her arched eyebrow.
24. (Edingel Sinaldine)
25. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
26.  
27. [02:14] "... Please do not say weird things."
28.  
29. Gaze gradually seeming to turn away from Guinevere as attention locked towards The Vartuul. Her words bringing about a certain scowl of disapproval, met only by that extended hand falling back down to their side.
30.  
31. "In any event. Should you have no use for your sigil, Guinevere? Simply handing it over would make such a process go along far smoother."
32.  
33. Much easier than simply needing to strike and lash out at anyone and everyone.
34. (Sanguinius)
35. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
36.  
37. [02:15] Edingel Sinaldine says, "Hm? No, Sanguinius. Guinevere's sigil is hers and hers only - until I say otherwise. Apologies."
38. [02:15] Fennel snorts, humor found at the actions of his fellow Basilisk. To not feel defined by it, as well as many things, has been the topic of discussion in his mind lately.
39. (Fennel Loire)
40. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
41.  
42. [02:15] Sanguinius says, "Well."
43. [02:15] Fennel Loire says, "I'll take you at your word, then. Nice to see you, as always."
44. [02:15] Sanguinius says, "I am in need of it."
45. [02:15] Guinevere Falstaff says, "--"
46. [02:15] Guinevere Falstaff asks, "Eh?"
47. [02:15] Sanguinius asks, "... Should that not be reason enough?"
48. [02:15] Alexei pyr Docro says, "A challenge..."
49. [02:15] Alexei pyr Docro says, "Watch out. She's strong."
50. [02:15] Edingel Sinaldine says, "Then, you would go through me, of course. Mh-hm."
51. [02:16] Sanguinius says, "Are we going to fight or something? I'd really rather avoid that."
52. [02:17] Guinevere blinks twice. "I don't have any use for mine since I only have one. It's not like I'll be able to get any others!"
53.  
54. Sanguinius needs it, right? "I think it's a waste to hold on to. Maybe a little selfish? I don't want to be selfish-..." Her exposed amber hue drifts between both Basilisk students.
55. (Guinevere Falstaff)
56. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
57.  
58. [02:17] Alexei pyr Docro says, "Wait."
59. [02:17] Sanguinius says, "... Wise, very wise."
60. [02:18] Edingel covers her lips with a risen, pointed-end hand, then feigns flattery. "I wonder if that's why you pursue me so much, Fennel. Ah. I'll admit we did make an interesting trio during the first few years.
61.  
62. But as always." The subliminal undertones become more effective and obvious this time around, she's clearly willingly failing to lay eyes on the drakanite.
63.  
64. Instead, she'd obliviously turn back towards Guinevere.
65.  
66. "Well, naturally, I say this because I need it too. And, of course, I was counting on you to give it to me.
67.  
68. Your dearest friend Edingel."
69. (Edingel Sinaldine)
70. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
71.  
72. [02:18] The redhead moved discreetly, stepping behind himself and Guinevere and blocking the passage of her hand should she offer the precious sigil out. Curious to see if Edignel might objectEdingel
73. (Alexei pyr Docro)
74. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
75.  
76. [02:18] Rhesus hardly seems to be paying attention right now.
77.  
78. He's zoned out.
79. (Rhesus DeLaurentis)
80. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
81.  
82. [02:19] The redhead moved discreetly, stepping in front of Sanguinius and blocking the passage of her hand should she offer the precious sigil out. Curious to see if Edignel might object.
83.  
84. Ahem.
85. (Alexei pyr Docro)
86. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
87.  
88. [02:23] "... Having a master smith forge a weapon capable of my goals is something which does not come around quite often. You'd be assuring your sigil is put to the best use through me, Guinevere." He spoke as Alexei stepped forwards - Curious and watching with no more than a subtle glance.
89.  
90. Well, he probably had a plan.
91.  
92. "I'm asking because fighting has never quite been something I am accustomed to. I'm as hopelessly weak as the day I entered this Academy, surely you understand." He needed it much more than students who boasted about their overwhelming strength in all regards.
93.  
94. Right?
95.  
96. "Come then, don't be coerced by your friends."
97. (Sanguinius)
98. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
99.  
100. [02:24] Sanguinius says, "... I'll make Rhesus go out on a date with you, should a trade be required."
101. [02:24] Violet casually pulled out a potion bottle, uncorking the top of it before she downed the potion's contents itself. The fear of what she had seen? The arrival of Demons upon Esshar proper...?
102.  
103. It was wiped away.
104.  
105. She would not remember Anabelle Lockewood's memories now, and the fear she had felt from such melted away. Now that it was complete...? She looked forward before huffing.
106.  
107. "Leave Guinevere alone you scavenging morons." She snapped. "If she wants to give her sigil to someone it's her choice. Stop trying to coerce her."
108. (Violet Vartuul)
109. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
110.  
111. [02:25] Rhesus DeLaurentis says, "--Wait what."
112. [02:25] Rhesus DeLaurentis asks, "I'm sorry, what's going on?"
113. [02:25] Sanguinius says, "Guinevere is handing over her sigil."
114. [02:25] Rhesus DeLaurentis asks, "..Why?"
115. [02:25] Sanguinius says, "She has no use for it."
116. [02:25] Rhesus DeLaurentis says, ".. Well that's not something you say in public. People like you will pester her now."
117. [02:26] Sanguinius says, "She didn't say it."
118. [02:26] Edingel Sinaldine asks, "Why would he want a weapon, if he seemingly has no joy out of fighting, nor an interest in it?"
119. [02:26] Sanguinius says, "I asked beforehand."
120. [02:26] Sanguinius says, "Then she said it."
121. [02:26] Sanguinius says, "Read the room, Rhesus."
122. [02:26] Rhesus DeLaurentis says, "A means to an end."
123. [02:26] Sanguinius says, "... Well, it's a bit different than a weapon."
124. [02:26] Sanguinius says, "Nonetheless? I'd much rather have it before the school year ends."
125. [02:26] Edingel Sinaldine exclaims, "It wasn't an invitation to explain yourself, you said weapon, Sanguinius!"
126. [02:27] Sanguinius says, "Tomato... Whatever the saying is."
127. [02:30] Oh no.
128.  
129. Snakes surround the lion.
130.  
131. Guinevere feels herself tense. "I wanted to give it to Titus!" She steps back but bumps into the Docro. What did Sanguinius say? A date with Rhesus?
132.  
133. She blinks twice. That's of no value to her.. Then again, if he wants a master smith to forge a weapon he can't wield because he doesn't often fight?
134.  
135. Stepping to the side and over west. "But he said to hold onto it." Still it's a waste- And more than one person wants it? Of those present, Guinevere is closer with Edingel and Alexei. But one getting it and the others?
136.  
137. Her hands fall behind her back. "Another time, yeah??"
138. (Guinevere Falstaff)
139. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
140.  
141. [02:34] "... I see, very well. I'll push this no further."
142.  
143. Sudden disinterest following in her words as his cold and steel gaze no longer peered towards The Falstaff. So many around this school had lost their sigils and many more had simply given them away, wasteful in that single regard.
144.  
145. "Seems we must look elsewhere, Rhesus. You should make a list of your housemates which still cling to their original sigils." Given no more than a small nod to the companion at his side, something about taking from lions was exciting.
146.  
147. "I'll be sure they end up in my hands."
148.  
149. Getting use from the useless.
150. (Sanguinius)
151. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
152.  
153. [02:35] Violet's head tilted curiously at Sanguinius' words, as the Drakanite stared directly at Rhesus.
154.  
155. "Oh. I see. He must be the top and you are the bottom." She stated before shaking her head. Strange. Strange.
156. (Violet Vartuul)
157. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
158.  
159. [02:35] Guinevere Falstaff says, "I've lost my original sigil already."
160. [02:35] Guinevere Falstaff exclaims, "This is my.. star one!"
161. [02:35] Guinevere Falstaff says, "It's -special-."
162. [02:38] There's a soft narrowing of her eyes once mention of holding onto it is made. Surely, Edingel should be capable of coming up with a solution that would loosen those meatier digits of hers. She rarely had issue doing so. And whilst Sanguinius knows to look elsewhere, and she should by all means wish him good luck in doing so, the most obnoxious remark ripples through the air and finds itself piercing her delicate eardrums.
163.  
164. "Absolutely gross." Her facial expression is quick to warp, as she no longer averts staring at the drakanite, nor hides the faintest slither of disgust.
165.  
166. "Have you absolutely no regard for couthness? I had thought Fennel was the only one with the loose, naughtier tongue in public.
167.  
168. But you're just as much of a degenerate.
169.  
170. Gross. Keep your guesses to yourself." Her head shakes, slitted eyes looming over in half lidded contempt, static though her chin may pivot from side to side.
171.  
172. "Absolutely repugnant."
173. (Edingel Sinaldine)
174. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
175.  
176. [02:38] Sanguinius says, "Ah."
177. [02:39] Eyes slowly pan over to Violet.
178.  
179. "You are unpleasantly vulgar. Stop that."
180.  
181. Though with that said, he does eventually pan his gaze on over to his friend. It seems Vitus fell asleep. He didn't seems too amused by what he was saying.
182.  
183. "You didn't make any conscious efforts to get the sigils to begin with, why start now?"
184.  
185. He didn't have any personal interest in them. Items that could help surely, but he'd rather not go through the headache of trying to collect those sigils. Too much work.
186.  
187. His eyes shut again.
188. (Rhesus DeLaurentis)
189. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
190.  
191. [02:39] Sanguinius says, "... I have a need for them is all."
192. [02:40] Rhesus DeLaurentis says, "Hmm."
193. [02:40] Sanguinius seems to ignore The Vartuuls remark.
194. (Sanguinius)
195. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
196.  
197. [02:40] Sanguinius says, "That aside."
198. [02:40] Sanguinius asks, "Do you not think it wasteful to simply cling onto them?"
199. [02:40] Rhesus DeLaurentis says, "Maybe so. Either way, I won't be assisting you in taking them from my house members."
200. [02:40] Sanguinius asks, "Why not?"
201. [02:40] Rhesus DeLaurentis asks, "You're really going to ask me that?"
202. [02:41] Sanguinius says, "You'll simply be adding to a vicious cycle of waste."
203. [02:41] Sanguinius says, "I can not fathom why you would want that."
204. [02:41] Rhesus DeLaurentis says, "Anything with power can't be in good hands with you."
205. [02:43] Sanguinius says, "I'm hurt."
206. [02:43] Violet maintained her staring towards Rhesus now, displeased? Potentially.
207.  
208. "And you are unpleasant in general." She countered. Very smooth, Violet. However! Edingel's comments are thoroughly ignored, surprisingly, as she ultimately offered nothing but a hearty inhalation of air. "Anyway."
209.  
210. She'd turn to leave, seemingly quite done with this conversation for the time being.
211. (Violet Vartuul)
212. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
213.  
214. [02:43] Guinevere clears her throat! The topic has detailed and she's thankful for her House mate's vulgar comment for once. One hand rises up to pinch the very ends of midnight tresses hanging lover her collarbone. A digit soon twirls around it.
215.  
216. Hmm...
217.  
218. She really wanted to go get smoothies. "Please don't argue..." Her voice slips out rather quietly.
219. (Guinevere Falstaff)
220. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
221.  
222. [02:44] Jericho asks, "Do you uh, want to talk something else?"
223. [02:44] Rhesus says nothing to Violet. His head remains low, and eyes shut.
224.  
225. Quiet.
226. (Rhesus DeLaurentis)
227. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
228.  
229. [02:44] Amara Bullwark says, "...nothing to talk about right now."
230. [02:46] "... Actually."
231.  
232. He soon spoke with no more than a glance being offered. Cold and sunken back, gaze lingering and yearning for something more. She was clung to one his fellow Housemates quite intensely, no doubt The Vartuul had sigils of their own.
233.  
234. "I'm certain you will not be giving up your sigils, Vartuul. Your weapon is one with history behind it, no?" No one he'd seen had once beaten her, hand once more being extended straight outwards.
235.  
236. "Give me yours."
237.  
238. Clear as could be.
239. (Sanguinius)
240. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
241.  
242. [02:46] Jericho says, "Oh uh, okay..."
243. [02:49] Fennel raises a hand over his mouth to stifle a yawn. He is, utterly in truth, tired beyond belief. Their little field-trip left him more than bludgeoned by the events within.
244.  
245. Sanguinius is given a look from the side of his peripheral, Rhesus also being rewarded a short look before he turns to Edingel. "You hear how she reprimands me, only to turn and say something just as horrible?"
246.  
247. The Dragon was less than reserved when she spoke at times, too.
248. (Fennel Loire)
249. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
250.  
251. [02:51] Guinevere Falstaff whispers something.
252. [02:51] Guinevere mumbles to herself.
253. (Guinevere Falstaff)
254. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
255.  
256. [02:52] Alexei pyr Docro whispers something.
257. [02:52] Guinevere Falstaff whispers something.
258. [02:52] Guinevere Falstaff whispers something.
259. [02:52] Alexei pyr Docro whispers something.
260. [02:53] Guinevere Falstaff whispers something.
261. [02:53] Guinevere Falstaff whispers something.
262. [02:54] Guinevere Falstaff whispers something.
263. [02:54] Alexei pyr Docro whispers something.
264. [02:55] Soon come the daggers, or the poisonous fangs rather, clutching at the Vartuul's ankles. And much against Guinevere's desire for peace and amenity, Edingel digs into the meat of the dispute.
265.  
266. "Yes, I bet he's incredibly unpleasant in general. Enough so for you to take an obsessive interest in his private life. I can assure you, unlike you, the quiet, obnoxious type, the few that are likely never invited to something as simple as to hang out, he's quite treasured." Was she being sincere? Maybe so. Deep down, she admired his effort to hold an entertaining event, even if the results and opinions had varied afterwards.
267.  
268. Instead of digging into the dispute, she feeds pure sour diesel into it.
269.  
270. That characteristic sneer morphs over her features again, a quirk lifting the starboard half of her face as she pummels on.
271.  
272. "In truth, I'll admit, you were a lot more bearable when you never opened up your rotten, raw meat stenching mouth to say anything at all.
273.  
274. While I had initially wondered if anything of value would escape it? I was proven right when nothing ever did.
275.  
276. Just be quiet from now on, go back to doing that. Maybe that way, people would stop disliking you - and just stop noticing you completely instead!
277.  
278. It'll be better for all of us, trust me!"
279.  
280. Sanguinius' challenge is issued, to which Edingel cuts herself short of another dozen insults, just to gauge a reaction. Had said request for the spear not surfaced, she would have likely blitzed the dragon for any of her present sigils. That degree of spasticism and upraisal to a boiling point was certainly hinting towards such being a possible outcome.
281.  
282. Her eyes, faintly slitted, haltingly move to match the Loire's view.
283.  
284. "You should probably stop playing with her, too. Giving her false hope... it's a bit too cruel, even for you, Fennel."
285. (Edingel Sinaldine)
286. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
287.  
288. [02:59] Quiet exchanges cut short on her end when rather foul choice words shoot about. Each one like venom and fast acting. There's no real time to react to it all. Insult after insult.
289.  
290. "H-Hey can we..." She steps forward and to Edingel. "Calm down, yeah..? We're all friends here, aren't we?" At least they're all her friends. By instinct do manicured hands shift from her side and make for Edingel's fore arms.
291.  
292. "There's no need to be so- mean. Don't argue anymore..."
293. (Guinevere Falstaff)
294. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
295.  
296. [02:59] Some how, some way?
297.  
298. They managed to find a way to try and bring him of all people into their argument. The girls in this school were nasty. He looks to Guinevere, then Fennnel, and even a side-eye to Sanguinius.
299.  
300. While he'd normally be all too willing to stop his friend from issuing such challenges on a whim? This time, and perhaps this time only? He said nothing to him, merely nodding to him in response.
301.  
302. Now, tired eyes drift to Violet. How would she respond?
303. (Rhesus DeLaurentis)
304. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
305.  
306. [03:00] Alexei pyr Docro says, "I don't know who this girl is but I surely do approve."
307. [03:00] Guinevere Falstaff exclaims, ". . . !"
308. [03:00] Guinevere Falstaff says, "Alexei, that's rude..."
309. [03:04] Her steps away were paused, briefly, as Sanguinius spoke up and made mention of her own sigils. Slowly did Violet look over her shoulder towards him, pensively.
310.  
311. "No."
312.  
313. It came out relatively easy and it rolled off so quickly she had barely even considered the answer. Even if she had thought it over? It would have still been no however. What she did with hers? Was up to her alone. But her footfalls still were paused as Edingel opened her mouth.
314.  
315. An eyebrow raised, Violet twisting her gaze towards the girl in a dreadful silence, allowing her to prattle on and on and waggle her tongue until she seemingly grow bored of it. Even after Edigenl's comment towards Fennel did Violet continue to stare in complete silence towards the girl who had bothered her day in and day out from the very first moment they had met.
316.  
317. "The Dragon has no care for the opinions of mere sheep - … What was your name again? I forgot." Sanguinius in that moment was forgotten, as Violet slowly turned about. "But at the same time the desire to actually really, terribly hurt you?"
318.  
319. Her head lulled to the side some, as her eyes dipped closed briefly. She inhaled, and on exhale she offered a sweet smile.
320.  
321. "Is simply overwhelming. Come on, then. Or else I'll go over there to you. Do not make me go over there to you. It won't be pretty."
322. (Violet Vartuul)
323. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
324.  
325. [03:18] A pair of slender hands that bear similar care for meticulously made manicure outstretch and wrap themselves around the magnolian exchange student's forearms, gripping onto them with intent to halt the cloud of abrasion that had commenced to taint the whole exchange.
326.  
327. And whilst a regarding glance is cast towards them, it's the refusal of Sanguinus' challenge, and subsequent approval of her nefarious behavior by Alexei that sees her enabled further.
328.  
329. It's no longer a smug sneer, but rather an outright grin, one that sees her head tilt on its axis and face Alexei with an expression that can only be described as euphoric, almost bordering on manic in its complicity. In a rare display, her eyes widen to their maximum point of dilatation, whereas half liddedness would otherwise be her usual state.
330.  
331. And rapidly, it turns back to the drakanite.
332.  
333. "Ah...!" The dancer, as was usual, feigns an exaggerated reaction of surprise by gasping with a bit more impetus that what the situation called for. "A dragon from north? Rejecting a fair challenge? My, what is this?!"
334.  
335. Soon would the surface of her flesh begin to host an inquisitive sense of dread, one strong enough to induce nausea and the feeling that one's skin, whilst in contact with Edingel's own, peels, cracks and curls into dry layers, not unlike a snake's shedding. Initially, this occurs over the area which Guinevere had made a reach for, likely becking a contrast stark enough to break contact, then spreading enough to be made visible.
336.  
337. "Surely, you don't fear Sanguinius enough? You wouldn't fear sheep to be skilled enough to lay hand over that precious black and golden spear of yours? No - surely, it's something different, and not the cowardice that you reek off."
338.  
339. And the feeling that erodes her immediate radius, then rapidly afterwards the few feet that follow it in a dense, outspread aura? It can only be described as ennervatingly dreadful.
340.  
341. "We'll make this easy, since it's so simple and below your powergrade, so that it's a fair waste of your time."
342.  
343. By now, that gross, invasive aspect of shade has become clear enough to be visible to the naked eye.
344.  
345. "If I win, Sanguinius gets to keep your funny little toy.
346.  
347. If you do, I'll personally steal their sigils, and verify your ugly, unpleasant little morbid suspicions of who's in dominance.
348.  
349. Unless, you have anything of bigger value that you'd seek to take or bargain away.
350.  
351. Be my guest! We're fighting here either way."
352. (Edingel Sinaldine)
353. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
354.  
355. [03:23] Well.
356.  
357. Poison which had begun to spill from beneath his sleeves now came pulled back inwards. Words which pierced through the hearts of women now brought about a moment of silence. His desires naught more than driven by progression and desire - Such a small and petty battle could not contest with the weight these two now threw about.
358.  
359. "... I just want her sigils. Though - I suppose turning her spear into the project I desire could work all the same." Raising a hand into a yawn as arms folded once again, behind his back with no more than a gentle smile following in those words. So clearly fake and riddled with motive, though it seemed he wouldn't need to get his hands dirty.
360.  
361. "I... Care not either way. I'm no more than a weak sheep when compared to such a proud dragon - Nothing more than a herded animal to be feasted upon. Even so?"
362.  
363. Arms pushing against his back, forcing this young Achyonite to stand just that much taller.
364.  
365. "I can claim those sigils from a dragons maw another time. Go on, have your spat."
366.  
367. For someone so weak, he certainly did ooze confidence.
368. (Sanguinius)
369. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
370.  
371. [03:31] "Wait, is it schoolyard bullying time?!"
372.  
373. It's like whenever he happens to open his eyes, there's another student ready to get their asses handed to them in some way, shape or fashion.
374.  
375. "I mean, I'm not volunteering though."
376. (Vitus)
377. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
378.  
379. [03:32] Elise Soleis says, "Well. Thanks for the fish.."
380. [03:33] Ermir says, "No problem."
381. [03:35] Vitus says, "I-I accidentally sold my troup."
382. [03:35] Vitus exclaims, "Trout!!!"
383. [03:35] Walking around the campus, Auria comes across the alchemy teacher. Rumors swirled about what the first class was about, and unfortunately, she was unable to attend the class. And she needed to have participated in that class.
384.  
385. "Good evening, professor. I am Auria Nevermore and I couldn't attend your first class."
386.  
387. She stared at Ethric Athelier, analyzing his appearance for a moment. He certainly looked like one of the figures in the tales she used to read, but she let her thoughts go away and asked him:
388.  
389. "Are you busy now? I would like your help with something."
390. (Auria Nevermore)
391. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
392.  
393. [03:44] "The challenge was not for the spear. It will never be for this spear." She said calmly enough, though the tone she spoke with was anything but the typical forced neutrality she tried to aim for. Edingel had lit a fuse underneath her feet, knowingly so. Perhaps even unknowingly, who knows! Regardless.
394.  
395. "I don't fear him. I don't fear you." She continued, her head dipping to one side near casually enough but the look in her eyes solidified the brewing fight about to start. "But I also do not do bets either.
396.  
397. I'm going to cave your skull in, and go about with my day. Same as I've done before. I care not for their sigils." She stated before her gaze flickered over towards Sanguinius now. There was a shake of her head.
398.  
399. "You aren't getting the spear. I'll kill her and then you if you try to lay your hands on it. I'll burn down your homes. I'll burn every single person within your family. I'll completely destroy your lives in ways that are entirely unimaginable. That is not a warning. It is a guarantee."
400.  
401. And once more did her gaze transition to Edingel proper. Her jaw set tight, teeth grind. Fennel would recognize just what was happening given the history.
402.  
403. "So let us fight. If you're so confident."
404. (Violet Vartuul)
405. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
406.  
407. [03:44] Violet Vartuul says, "did my rp post"
408. [03:50] The two merely gang up on Violet for whatever reason and it doesn't sit well with the Falstaff in the slightest. Her hands quickly part from Edingel's forearm.
409.  
410. It's futile, is it not? To try and convince them to do otherwise. Speaking further on the matter, defusing it- And then they wish to take her spear?
411.  
412. A line draws, clear.
413.  
414. "Stop."
415.  
416. Another step over in front of Edingel, "Stop." The Falstaff hates the rung up pride, poking and prodding about it. She repeats herself. Petite hands rise once more.
417.  
418. "Please- All of you." If need be she'll wedge herself between snake and lion no matter the brewing shake in risen hands.
419.  
420. If Edingel wanted through then she'd have to physically move through Guinevere to do so. Hairs lift and stand at her arms in tandem with the downward pull of the corners of the lips. "Taking something precious from someone for what? Do you want to see her hurt? Will it... make you feel better? There's no need to do any of that or to hurt each other."
421.  
422. And Violet-.. given what Guinevere has been told, the threats are expected. Even if in her shoes never would she speak out such threats or threats at all.
423. (Guinevere Falstaff)
424. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
425.  
426. [03:54] He had been tired. But, the situation shoots upwards into the red zone so fast, so swiftly, that his eyes could not have opened fast enough to widen.
427.  
428. Fennel looks between every person present, from Alexei and Edingel, to Guinevere and Rhesus, to Sanguinius himself. Tucked away, in the corner, awaiting the most opportune time to strike like the serpent he was.
429.  
430. Fennel recognizes, how could he not? The ilk of one recognizes their own, and the viper within stirs in an unsettled way. He is late, and feels like any explanation holds no required point.
431.  
432. Yet, he would regret not piping up at least this least little bit, "I assure you, there is no game. I would not be where I am, had I not wanted to be."
433.  
434. And though Edingel is far beyond that point, now up to her very elbows, steeped in soon to be battle? He pinches his lips at the corner and sweeps his gaze over to Sanguinius once more.
435.  
436. Perhaps were he a better man, he would ward her from this battle. To pull her away, to keep her from making mistakes? Perhaps he would live up to the expectation of someone worthy of a better name.
437.  
438. He watches, Violet, Guinevere, the rest.
439.  
440. He yawns once more!
441.  
442. "Violet, I'm tired."
443.  
444. Hurry up, or come, let's go.
445. (Fennel Loire)
446. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
447.  
448. [03:55] Calm.
449.  
450. Eased.
451.  
452. She who spoke of bringing out destruction and flame stood before a bringer of pestilence and death. No screaming voices and threats would break that composure, no more than a wicked gaze of steel peering back in her direction.
453.  
454. Cold and calloused, contrasting his faux smile so calm and welcoming.
455.  
456. "... You are welcome to try." Mused with that same divine confidence he carried about himself. Oozing with no doubts upon their mind, he was a man which spoke of poison capable of bringing down even divine beasts.
457.  
458. What was a single dragon to his concoctions?
459.  
460. "Though I am sure you'll find my poison has a few secrets still left unsaid. My battle is for those sigils you have collected, not some weapon which would only be repurposed." He hadn't held that same intense interest for the spear.
461.  
462. "But! I'm not going to stop a battle. So, go on. Do as you two please, I care not."
463. (Sanguinius)
464. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
465.  
466. [03:58] "Wow Sanguinius you're so cool." The adolescent flatly states, visibly shaking from the moment he'd lost his precious fish. As much as one could hang upon the tension which derives from their opposing natures, Vitus was far too insignificant to draw the eyes of those whom were either busy putting out the flames, or stoking that very fire itself.
467. (Vitus)
468. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
469.  
470. [03:58] Sanguinius says, "Obviously."
471. [03:58] Sanguinius says, "You don't need to state that, though."
472. [03:59] Ermir asks, "How much are you paying him to say that?"
473. [03:59] Lucky asks, "And can I get in on it?"
474. [03:59] Vitus says, "You stink."
475. [03:59] Ermir asks, "Yeah, what's up?"
476. [04:09] To cut the dispute in two comes Guinevere, once more refusing to remove herself from the way of both aggressing parties, between whom tension had boiled over the years to no see no end.
477.  
478. And her smile drops not a degree, but four whole steps and a half once she begins to become more confrontative in wake of Edingel's more outwards-leaning aggressive behavior.
479.  
480. Do you want to see her hurt?.
481.  
482. Clearer now is the margin between Edingel then and now drawn, as a pair of brightless eyes are cast over her without a hint of sympathy to their look. Slightly bagged now, in contrast to how pristinely rested they'd looked not too long ago.
483.  
484. "Hurt her? Guinevere, I would see her sundered in two if I borne the power to do so.
485.  
486. It has been a long time coming. And you should know better than to stay half a mile away from the way that gets me to the things I want, dear friend."
487.  
488. At a thunderstruck's speed is the magnolian's right claw, with each nail all the more pointed, worn and devoid of color, most of which having withered away recently, revealed and fired over to clasp around the neck of the student of house Leonaus.
489.  
490. "You don't get to tell me to stop. None of you do. Not even you, guinea pig."
491.  
492. And with ample use of her augmented strength, Edingel suddenly tosses her off to the side, so as to keep a path clear between her and the drakanite. That same appendage modestly flying down to the hilt of what once was Elijah II's blade, then gripping tightly in anticipation of an unsheathing motion.
493.  
494. "I'm done walking in cast shadows, salamander. This time, I'll make no effort to hide a fraction of myself.
495.  
496. I'll kill you with eveyrthing I have at my disposal." She bellows. "And I assure you, you'll be left with nothing in turn."
497.  
498. The cold pale mythril of the curved blade sees the light of day, unhindered by covers. With it, that grotesque aura congeals around the chronomancer's wrist.
499.  
500. "Not even time to reflect on your mistakes. On the words you spared, and no one asked for."
501.  
502. Had it all been an excuse just to cleave Violet in half there and then? Every mockery made? Every point of confrontation and supposed defense? Could otherwise be arguead at this point?
503.  
504. Edingel reveals the whole length of the sword in the same motion as she both swings forward and darts in the Vartuul's direction. She hungers for this.
505.  
506. Closure.
507. (Edingel Sinaldine)
508. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
509.  
510. [04:11] Alexei watched keenly, following along in his silent observation.
511. (Alexei pyr Docro)
512. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
513.  
514. [04:13] Rosemarin treads square center into the academy yard.
515.  
516. "... Does anyone have sugar?"
517. (Rosemarin Loire)
518. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
519.  
520. [04:14] Rosemarin Loire exclaims, "Ermir?!"
521. [04:14] Alexei pyr Docro says, "Disappear."
522. [04:15] Rosemarin Loire says, "Glum..."
523. [04:15] Lucky says, "I lack sugar."
524. [04:23] No sugar. Hardly any flour - what a predicament she's found herself in.
525.  
526. "I see. I couldn't find any in the academy pantry.
527.  
528. I guess I'll make... A run... To Osrona."
529.  
530. So far...
531. (Rosemarin Loire)
532. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
533.  
534. [04:25] Stay away? Where on earth would she go? Run with her legs between her legs? Likely. Fear chokes her. It grapples at her legs and binds her firmly.
535.  
536. There's something so off about everything. The clash between both snake and lion with a cub stopped in between. Her exposed eye meets that more weary- tired, perhaps even drained.
537.  
538. Yet before much reaction can ensue from the Falstaff, a hand lurches out, a grasp firm at a more delicate, pale neck. Guinea pig. An insult? A pet name?
539.  
540. Tension builds at her chest. A sickening swell of-... betrayal? That her words mean naught but spoken air? Insignificant, small.
541.  
542. With a bit of ease, with how taken aback she is initially is she tossed and moved aside. While small in spirit a lion is a lion. Guinevere stumbles back, nigh falling over herself before a slick shick of withdrawing mythril blade. No, no, no.
543.  
544. No, no, no.
545.  
546. Quick- Deft in motion does her manicured hand whisk to her backside. Digits wrap and lock with the base of her whip which flings out with a viscous slap against the stone at her feet. Never before, never ever has she felt so pushed to bring forth her weapon.
547.  
548. No matter this burning ache at her throat, more than ever should it be clear that the Magnolian's blade will cross past Guinevere.
549. (Guinevere Falstaff)
550. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
551.  
552. [04:31] Bang!
553.  
554. Quick as could be an audible round echoed across academy grounds. Poisonous bullets rushing between both Eldigan and Guinevere, leaving no sense of doubt as to where Sanguinius stood in all of this.
555.  
556. "... I would request you stand down, Guinevere. You should not be so bold as to willingly sully a fight which means so much to Edingel." Vitriol laced around each her words throughout this entire exchange - She had already drawn out The Vartuuls ire.
557.  
558. "Really. Making someone as weak as me stand against you just isn't fair! So come now." One small movement of his hand sending a wave of energy outwards. Kinetic and raw force pushing down upon the shoulders of Guinevere, Sanguinius approaching all the same.
559.  
560. "Stand aside. You'll let them fight, surely."
561.  
562. He wasn't going to allow her involvement, she was ruining this entertaining battle of words.
563.  
564. How sad.
565. (Sanguinius)
566. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
567.  
568. [04:39] Vitus slowly moves to a more attentive stance, his posture straightened while a single digit comes to pick at the ear closest to the source of the noise.
569.  
570. The routine noise of gunfire hardly prompts much of a reaction beyond his usual smile.
571.  
572. "Ah, I can already tell this is going to be a little too complicated." It was a shame Rhesus was out cold in his own headspace, so the most one could do was ensure his friend didn't get knocked over when rounds, and magic started flying too and fro.
573.  
574. Vitus wasn't even sure what Sanguine's stance in all of this was, beyond potentially wanting strife to persist between his fellow classmates.
575. (Vitus)
576. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
577.  
578. [04:39] "At at at."
579.  
580. He may be hurt immensely but he has never been a coward!
581. While he has no qualms about battling, or people battling in general, it was more than obvious that the this familiar stench of wicked ooze was driving Edingel to act far more irrationally than normal.
582.  
583. Or, perhaps, the snake had finally shed its skin and revealed the true nature of pink, fleshy dermis beneath. To wrangle poor, gentle Guinevere by the throat like that and attempt to toss her aside, so easily?
584.  
585. "None of that now, Sanguinius. This is more for Guinevere's sake than any other. Let them be."
586.  
587. Phonetically, his words brush ripples against the pond that is their area, and his ripples will cascade around the Basilisk' very own, wrenching it to the ground and preventing it from reaching the Falstaff.
588.  
589. "You've better things to do than mettle in affairs such as this."
590.  
591. If Guinevere wanted to fight Edingel herself, who was to stop them?
592. (Fennel Loire)
593. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
594.  
595. [04:42] Sanguinius says, "... I'm really just itching to see them battle."
596. [04:43] Right before her soles leave the grass, a pair of stoic amber eyes glance sideways to Guinevere, as the whip is retrieved and flailed defiantly in a subversion of how the magnolian had so far seen her as.
597.  
598. How her demeanor has shifted and hit a feverish pitch, of note, though not of incidence to her actions.
599.  
600. "This is not about you. This is not even about her, wholly. This is about no one but me, Guinevere.
601.  
602. You needn't understand how I've ached. How I've felt the endless months and years I've had to deal with the boastful, gross little mug of hers everyday crossing my sight.
603.  
604. What those hands have done.
605.  
606. Where they've put me."
607.  
608. How highly she thinks of her name and behest, all of the things she doesn't have.
609.  
610. "No one's stepping between us." Lightlessly do those eyes of hers tread around. Maybe, she's just confiding in Sanguinius to intervene if any other animas, in all their misunderstanding of the grunge and bad blood brewed between, wished to hop in to stop the innevitable.
611.  
612. Time to reivindicate her bleeding self respect.
613.  
614. Green and purple spiral around the length of the blade, she can't be stopped, her eyes have long since dissociated from human silhouettes. Around her, there's only obstacles.
615.  
616. Just go around them, Edingel.
617. (Edingel Sinaldine)
618. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
619.  
620. [04:43] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
621. [04:43] Fennel Loire says, "I am quite aware. It's glistening within those wonderful, glowing eyes of yours."
622. [04:43] Vitus says, "Wonderful? That's debatable. "
623. [04:43] Sanguinius says, "You know just what to say to make a man feel special, Fennel."
624. [04:43] Edingel attacks.
625. (Edingel Sinaldine)
626. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
627.  
628. [04:48] She'll halt that attack at any cost. Sanguinius' shot startles her greatly but Violet's wellbeing triumphs over her own.
629. (Guinevere Falstaff)
630. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
631.  
632. [04:48] Ah, he doesn't make it.
633. (Sanguinius)
634. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
635.  
636. [04:53] Vitus says, "Crystal sure is pretty."
637. [04:56] Vitus says, "Yikes..."
638. [04:57] {Lost Aggressive RPB against Guinevere Falstaff}
639. [04:57] ** Guinevere Falstaff has inflicted an injury upon Edingel Sinaldine. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (2 days)") **
640. [05:15] What is that?
641.  
642. Upon that crack against the pavement is she greeted wholly now by who Edingel Sinaldine is. Violent. Egotistical. Haughty. It paints before her beautifully- Shed with the old scales of false appearances and revealed true and bare.
643.  
644. Most telling of her now, in her fullest, truest form, held by no shackles comes in the form of a sickening aura felt once before. Guinevere tried to look past it. Blissful ignorance with no question asked.
645.  
646. Yet step in between she must as the snake bears a venom and poison most sick of all- Occult.
647.  
648. A shiver travels along the entire length of her spine. Chills encapsulate the Falstaff. "Please stop." She pleas out at this point, silent, shaken- Present. While gentle and friendly, Guinevere keeps herself trained- Skills hone, practiced always yet never needing put to the test. It saddens her a great deal that for the first time, against a girl whose smile she looked forward to and even yearned and sought, she'll have to find her footing.
649.  
650. In defense of another does mana crackle against the end of her mythril hooked whip. Chipping and crystalizing over whilst moisture tears from the air around her. She's quick on her feet and catchable in the same breath. Edingel's blade... hurts. Each strike tears at the fabric of her attire and a bit at her spirit. Are they still friends? Never before has she bled and ached. It's clear- Every blow causes a yelp, each strike a quiver of her lip-
651.  
652. While at her aid in combat, she can no longer hold back a rush of moisture at her eyes. They swell over with built tears, salty and true that merely slide down the girl's cheek. Can't they be friends and not argue?
653.  
654. Guinevere feels herself stumble. Everything hurts. She hates this. Why does it hurt so much...?
655.  
656. Yet she has to stop Edingel else her friends will be hurt so the whip coils and stretches when the moment is right- When her blade turns and she charges in does Guinevere lash forth at the Basilisk's left calf.
657.  
658. ...
659.  
660. It's enough to stop her. A hasten slash against the leg. Will she stop? Will she finally listen?!
661.  
662. Her chest only swells and rises before legs give entirely and Guinevere's knees dig into the ground beneath her.
663. (Guinevere Falstaff)
664. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
665.  
666. [05:26] Violet had spoken her guarantee of destroying them both should they come for the spear with absolutely no qualms of seeing if through. They'd have a certain professor to thank for providing her with that particular idea.
667.  
668. And yet Edingel seemed wholly confident of slaying the Vartuul then and there, moving to grasp Guinevere's neck, nearly throttling her before throwing her off to the side in order to clear the path to Violet herself.
669.  
670. And Violet stared, silent. For it was the silence that unnerved her so and it would be silence that which would greet her. Her hand already inching towards Longinus. Yet it would be Guinevere's reaction that caused that same hand to pause, the Drakanite's eyes widening subtly in mild surprise.
671.  
672. They had practiced before, what felt like centuries now. She had never seemed like the type to actually strike back when bullied. Never once. As that whip cracked against the ground, the Vartuul's hand dropped to her side with the sudden understanding that this wasn't their fight.
673.  
674. Not yet.
675.  
676. It was Guinevere and Edingel's fight. To show the courage and bravery of a lion, in a way. So instead? Violet opted to watch the battle carefully, as water and crystal combined into a dangerous formation. She knew it well. Yet Edingel's own mastery of time and her sword itself seemed just as finely tuned than ever. As the whip slashed against the girl's leg, seeming to be the penultimate way to stop her, Violet sighed. She said nothing, even still. Instead?
677.  
678. She'd move to turn away and move off, desperately in need of rest. To think and dwell on things which happened.
679. (Violet Vartuul)
680. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
681.  
682. [05:35] The still remains of a heaving mess that is Edingel can barely be shaken with the slight caress of running wind and vapid whispers that dig themselves into her eardrums further and further.
683.  
684. Her leg can barely respond to stimuli and command, and instead freely allows ichor to flow out. Her usual paleness now glows a shade lighter, anemic royalty encasing her whole mien in this same texture of weightlessness and cadaveric tone.
685.  
686. And as she slowly, somberly tries to straigthen herself up, raven locks of hair completely obscuring her face from view, save those two slitted yellow dots that faintly poke out and between the stands, Edingel's hanging hands, nigh deedless, freely show their signs of withering, tear and pigmentless dry skin.
687.  
688. Her nails, now a size lengthier than they otherwise were before, form pointed ends at the tip of their now colorless heads. All of the hard work that had gone into producing them so tidily, gone, dusted, nowhere to be seen.
689.  
690. Eye shadow, now unlike that of a grieving bride, has easliy run five inches down from the place whence tears had firstmost started to flow. She's spared too many of them to call her very lachrymal ductsanything but arid at this point, cold and flavorless.
691.  
692. And all she's left with is this. The falling number. The irritation. How humilliated and unimpressive she's come to feel now.
693.  
694. "You don't understand me." She weeps between choked, tense and forcefully withdrawn spasms of her larynx. "You're no different than her. You're no different than any of them...
695.  
696. You could never..."
697.  
698. Her who's hurt her like so a myriad of times already? Perhaps piledriving her into mediocrity time and time again. Into things she'd hate to face.
699.  
700. Droned by a chant that borrows tone and timbre from a flock of wailing seagulls, her ears fall to receive anything that the echo chamber that her own downward spiral has turned into.
701.  
702. For a moment, her eyes seek the point of the blade. Edingel's wrist tightens around it and sees it risen by an inch. She contemplates it then, taking her own life to escape the dread and nausea that she's now tainted by.
703.  
704. She can't.
705.  
706. She wouldn't have the energy to.
707.  
708. She can't even outrun the truth this time. The blade finds its encasing, her eyes find no one, and no alien eyes can beckon hers. A single step of the magnolian's wounded leg crawls and drags away, leaving behind a trail of blood with each step, her back turned to Guinevere.
709.  
710. "Very well."
711.  
712. If she couldn't get what she wanted here, then she'd be forced to get it elsewhere, no?
713.  
714. Thoughtless, like an automated doll hung by four strings, she drags herself away. Leaving through the bridge, the mist of the shallow sea greeting her silhouette... and letting her be lost within them.
715. (Edingel Sinaldine)
716. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
717.  
718. [05:35] Failure.
719.  
720. Sinister and cold was such a feeling that coalesced around the likes of Edingel. Burning occultism which yearned for naught more than destruction, leaving a chill to rush down their spine.
721.  
722. Though even such overwhelming strength could be knocked down, brought to its knees before the likes of an Osronan. Darkness which cascade across Starfall being made into naught more than a mockery in defeat.
723.  
724. "... How shameful."
725.  
726. Words such as these would become his departing voice. Turning upon their heel and moving back without so much as another word needing spoken.
727.  
728. "Vartuul."
729.  
730. Calling as he moved to take his leave just as well.
731.  
732. "We'll settle our score sometime tomorrow. Your sigils can still be put to use, even should you not wish to hand them over."
733.  
734. Another time.
735. (Sanguinius)
736. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
737.