forum Modern/Urban Fantasy Highschool RP. (Closed!!!)

Started May 16, 2018 by shurikenwolfbadass_13

tune

Cicada entered the hall. Her bag was over her shoulder. Enjoying the quiet in her mind, it felt strange.

Raziel strode down the hall towards Magical History, which was literally two classes over from Alchemy. He unpacked and got to work.

Isaac walks into his next class, Magical History. To be honest he didn't care for it, he found it boring and unimportant but he wanted to his best in school so he would try his best. He took a seat and got out his books.

The quietness in her mind meant she missed her next class's room. She sighed and walked back into the Magical History room.

Kata looked at her schedule, she had Magical History. She walked in and sat in the back, scanning the classroom and examining her classmates.

She sat down in the back and pulled her sketchbook back out. She had sketched a dragon and pulled out her charcoals. She got to work.

Kata glanced at a girl next to her, and peered at what she was doing. She saw a sketch of a dragon and tensed at the sight. She held onto the hilt of her katana, making her calmer.

Cicada noticed the slight tensing of the girl next to her. She shrugged and kept working.

The angel watched as students poured into the classroom at the bell.

((Wow I've missed a bit))

Cressida walked into Magical History and sat next to Kata.

Kata watched the other person (Cressida) sit down. She leaned over and asked, "So, how does school work, exactly?" her hand still rested on the hilt.

Ryan looks at his list, where his next class was. He gulps. Spells. Great…

Raziel finished his school stuff. And again continued to study from another textbook, even though he didn't need to.

Ryan sighs, for him, this was a boarding school. He had left home almost two days ago. He was two days drive from home. He looks down at his spell book, muttering a small spell, which resulted in water swirling around his palm.

The fallen one excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Having human needs sucked, honestly.

Cicada continued working on her charcoal dragon. Her hands at this point were absolutely covered in charcoal.

(Alright)

Ryan was quiet as he walked through the halls. Suddenly, he was pushed to the ground, papers flying, his precious book falling from his hands as he stumbles. Instead of showing he was angry, he simply stood at the snickering kids, turning and punching the kid square in the face. "Came at me, punks." he says angrily, getting into defensive stance.

By the time Raziel got out of the bathroom, he saw what had happened. Ryan stood, surrounded, papers on the floor. He rushed over, body checking one of the kids so hard that he flew into the wall, the corner of a fire-extinguisher box drove into the small of the kid's back and he fell.
Raziel unzipped the back, elbows and cuffs of his themal, ready for a collision.
"Several of you sorry bastards, and two of us can lay you all flat? What's your excuse?" He half jested.
He looked towards Ryan.
"You okay pal?" He asked, sincerely, laying his hand on his shoulder.

Ryan nods, his staff in his hands, "Glad you could join the party." One of the kids had got him, and his lip was bleeding a bit. He looks at the two remaining. Without saying a word, he rushes forward, giving an angry yell.

The angel forsakes his kanabõ, leaving it where it is. Instead, his arm grows and shifts, stretching, elongating, growing more bestial until it was a very long, somewhat muscular pillar of twisted humanity, covered in thick black hair, and topped by razored claws. With it, he pushes the kid into a wall, knocking him mostly unconscious, and creating a small fissure in the wall. He looks towards Ryan, ready for whatever.

Ryan was standing over the kid, his eyes wide, "Fucker. Should have never messed with me." a darkness was surrounding his staff and hands. Demons.

Cicada felt a pull and suddenly was in the hallway with the angel and his human friend, "What the heck?"