MaraTwasHere
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She let her blade clash with the mutant, a sharp, hot breath escaping her lips making them cracked and dry within the puff out. Pyralis, please hold yourself together. She thought to the blade though she knew even their connection wasn’t deep enough for telepathy yet. Pyralis shook under the other blade, probably being over loaded by the way fire and ice danced together. He began to make a wailing noise that ripped through the air like some sort of siren. Blaize had never heard hims sound like that, she didn’t know it was possible. Could swords feel pain? Either way she gave a sharp kick toward the hybrid’s feet, her foot sparking the air and igniting it with flames. Fluidly to help knock the girl off her balance she pushed her sword to the limit, pressing against the white haired girl, testing her arm strength.
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A girl strode into the school, her clear blue eyes like tinted glass with dark pupils, her stature only reaching five feet and an inch, blonde hair silky, full, and to her waist. Her bangs were semi-choppy and the most of it pulled to the back of her head to a light blue bow showing off her small round ears. A blue and white checkered sweater topped over a white frilly dress, a small black bow poking over the sweater’s neck line. In one small hand that poked out from a sleeve she clenched the extended handle of a wheel pulled bag, and in the other hand a pink digital camera. The thick wooden door slammed shut behind her assisted by a creak, and she stopped in the entry way, letting go of her bag to aim her camera and let it flash for a picture. Glancing up and down the hall she hummed a monotone tune. From afar, she must had looked like a misplaced twelve year old, but by the way she grabbed her bag and walked pointedly down the hall toward a staircase might have made someone think twice at her sureness. She looked up the long flight of stairs and shook her head with a sigh. “How tedious.” She said, her voice surprisingly having some depth, and with a snap of her fingers her bag levitated off the floor behind her, its handle retracting back into its compartment. The blonde girl’s shoes clicked up the stairs, her red suitcase bobbing after her as she continued with pictures of the old building.
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First: Eleanor (“Leanor”, or “Ellie”), Middle: Helen, Last: Adler
Age: Fourteen
Personality: Honest, Arrogant, Loyal, relies on statistics, protective of her friends, worrisome,
Appearance: Blond hair to waist, clear semi-dark blue eyes, petite figure (5’1), has the body of a “eight year old boy”, ( http://i.quotev.com/img/q/u/13/06/18/blondes_long_hair_ribbons_seifuku_anime_girls_.jpg )
Ability: (Brain has more growth than most humans) Telekinesis, Communicates with animals, (other quirky things like that),
Room Number: 420
Room Mate?: None (At the moment?)
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Stance ready, she peeled her sword out from where it lie semi-dorminant in her shieth, avoiding the soikes of ice that pursued her arm. One, two, three steps back and she thinly missed getting hit, her eyes squinting at the sight of brightly golden wings unfolding from the girl. Firekin, cold-one, mutant. Bad. Bad. “Collect me?” She smirked, twirling the blade by its handle in a full circle giving off a clear ring of blazing fire. Pyralis hummed happily with adrenaline. “I don’t think that’ll be nessicary.” Her flames clawed out not only to defend her from the ice, but if not avoided correctly burn her opposer. Not that she expected them, somehwhat Firekin, to fall for a cheap trick of offense and defense.
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“Pyralis. Heirloom of my family you could say.” Blaise murmured, patting the sword who’s flames didn’t eat her alive more so caressed her fingers. She didn’t take her eyes off the Hybrid, however, and her breath came out white with faint traces of glittering sparks as her inner tempature battled with the dropping climate outside. “So. Are you supposed to be chilled wherever you go? I feel an ice box would be much more fitting for your little minion to drag you around.” She jerked her chin to the silent firekin, “Or are you posing a threat?”
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Blaise’s expression didn’t change at the cold pressing into her sides, trying to weave its way past her flesh and nestle with her bones. Her own temperature instead steadily rose keeping the chills at bay. Her feet slid from their uneven relaxed position into one that held her weight evenly, and her spine straightened to her full height. “I do hope you’re right about that, hybrid,” She smiled a bit sharply at this word-play but inwardly dreaded it. There were too many reasons why she wasn’t the politician her mother would have much rather her be. A wordsmith she was not, but the need for information with such a situation was most important whether the hybrid stuck first or not all Blaize had to do is keep her talking for a while. “Am I right? You are a Hybrid? Probably something the Cold-Ones cooked up.” She snorted, letting a shoulder droop to feign laziness. She took a step forward, her red-gold eyes having a natural glare back at the hybrid with the far too similar ones. Part of her, her inner flame, felt the security of those eyes. They resembled her people. The other part wound her up like a yo-yo and made her as tense as she would be with any other undefined person or enemy.
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Blaise cleared her throat, her blazing eyes like coals of fire. “Well, I suppose I’ve gotten what I’ve want–a validation you are real.” She tilted her head, dismissing the other firekin as this Hybrid was much more in need of her attention. Pyralis, on the other hand, proudly let his flames flicker around his handle from his sheath, giving the other blade warning. “So, was it really that wise of you to seek me out in a land where many firekin reside, which most hate any kind of Cold one?” She asked, more generally curious if this women was arrogant or just oblivious to it.
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“Well, we cant just stay here.” Stella said irritably, pulling back a foot to launch into the side of the wall in an futile attempt to escape. “So annoying.” She hissed between her teeth before throwing elbows, knees, and every other limb she had against the wall. A few feet away Varali shook her head in dismay, murmuring to her cat quietly.
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“Now what are you doing?” Cy asked, her eyes flicking over to where he was pushing buttons and glowing pads. Something told her he was looking for a way to track down whoever had sent the Cyborg after him. “Don’t you have, I don’t know, a rather large group to accompany you wherever you go?” She wondered aimlessly aloud, scanning over internet articles and rumor threads on her browsers within her head. “At least, that’s what unreliable information tells.”
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Cy crossed her arms, her camera like eyes zooming in and flashing every once in a while like she was taking photographs. “I’m not sure as to what you mean, but I suppose questions can come later.” She didn’t bother to buckle up in the cruiser, a custom long forgotten as war had taken over the planets. Instead she redirected her eyes to the window, picking up the warm bodies that shuffled pass in the rain.
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She stepped back to avoid his flailing hands. “Ozymandias? You mean the traitor who kidnapped children and took them to OGA?” She frowned bitterly, grabbing a nearby street pole to calm herself before her face dropped the look. “Haven’t you caught up to the traitor yet?”
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Cy lurches after where the cyborg was disappearing off to until Jack wailed something, causing her to skid to a stop. Oh yeah, he’s burned? She looked over her shoulder, the machete arm of hers reverting back to a normal hand and forearm in a flurry of silver. He appeared to be in a fetal position, but his skin where he had been burned was already regenerating itself like a starfish might. Good. “I’m guessing you know who sent the machine after you?” She asks, her systems reverting back to their standards. “Do you need medical treatment?”
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Glass crunched under her boots as she picked her way carefully through the crowd splitting like the Red Sea. Half the crowd–which had mostly drunks– decided to jog over to the broken window and peer out at the scene with hoots and hollers. The rest of the sane and sober population decided that the back exit accompanied by shrills and screams was the way to go. Cyborg wondered which way she would’ve gone if she were human? Throwing elbows to get her way, she parted the crowd of people to jump out onto the street.
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Cy agilely side stepped around Jack, twisting her body to lash out a heavy kick to the man’s chest and shoving the OGA experiment back to decrease the chances of him being harmed. It was clear this Cyborg’s mission was to get rid of the human, and furthermore was going about it in a messy way as her nose was assaulted by gasoline. She slashed toward his head, her computer giving calculations of a 55% chance of a hit. If she could dismember him before throwing the pieces into a garbage disposal that should be the end of that story.
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She looked down at Jack, who appeared to be lying on his back before stumbling up and around like a drunken brute. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She murmured, slamming the somehow still intact door shut and grabbing a nearby bar chair to force up against the handle. That would buy them at least a few second from that thing that was in there. Hopping back she held up her left arm before saying in not only a monotone voice but a feminine robotic one: “Harmonics Activation; Offensive weapon C1.” And upon her command, the computer within her sent the signal to her arm, her hand shifting so quick there was only flashes of silver to be seen before revealing a machete that reached from her hip to her knee
