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

Started May 16, 2018 by shurikenwolfbadass_13

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Ryan nods, "Yeah, I guess." he smiles a little bit. He was nervous, if he was being honest. Raziel was the only person he really knew here.

I just died laughing, mainly because, I feel like Ryan would summon the devil just to have a chat XD I can't get that out of my head)

(Lunch time!)
Raziel sighed, taking his food, and sitting at the table in the corner of the quad. He was deep in thought, reflecting on the past events.

Ryan sat alone, scribbling on a piece of paper. He sighs, leaning back, practicing his spells homework.

Cicada had her sketch book out in one hand. A pencil in the other. And a sandwich being held in her mouth. She sat down at a random table and continued drawing and eating.

After a bit, he decided he'd go study, and went into the lecture room. He had his materials out, and he was scrawling notes down furiously.

Ryan stands, finishing his lunch to go and practice. He finds a quiet and practically deserted place before summoning his trident.

Cicada finished her sandwich. She grabbed her sketch book and walked outside to draw some still life.

The angel scrawled down more notes. Right now he was practically itching to kick more ass, though. Nonetheless, he did a few calculations in his head, and took more notes. Academics weren't his style, but having a good mind was definitely essential and definitely his style.

He stares at the trident, sighing softly. He waves it away, his tattoo swirling a bright blue on his back. He might as well go and train. He needed a strong body in order to control his magic.

Luckily, here, they were given an extra five minutes of lunch. He'd spent that five eating, and 15 minutes studying, and he figured it was time to train now. He went to the gy m, to get at least a small pump on.

Ryan was already there, punching away at a punching bag. He was wearing a simple tanktop and shorts as he throws his punches. He was well built, lithe and strong.

Cressida walked into the gym to do her weights training.

The angel tore into the weights section, grabbing two 35 lb weights, and doing a few reps of sevens. He finished, and decided to hit the weighted sit-ups with the weights. He finished a few sets of those, and moved into the bag, to practice his kenjutsu. He struck the bag, with a series of devastating combo punches, and a long chain of elbows and knees, twisting, working every angle of the bag. He felt like Luffy, what with all the punches, but with more form.

Cicada put her sketchbook away. She decided to just admire the view.

Ryan felt a burst of anger from nowhere and he punched the bag right off the chain, sending sand everywhere. He was breathing heavily, his fists red and bloodied. He swears under his breath when he sees the mess. 'Embarrassing…' he thinks to himself as he sets to work.

Cressida turns to Ryan. “Remind me to never get on your bad side,” she smiles.

Ryan lets out a quiet chuckle, "Uh… thanks?" He says, smiling at the other.

She offers her hand to shake. “Cressida Jones. You can call me CJ if you want, most people do.”

"Ryan. I have no nickname." He says, shaking her hand. His grip was strong, but not enough to hurt.

Raziel slugged the bag, jabbing it next. He enjoyed toying with his subject. Even if it weren't even alive. He grinned wickedly, before he made a knifehand, and practically karate chopped the bag in half. The lower half hung in the air, and he punted it to the side, clear across the room, before taking the top half out with a punch. It slapped against the wall, a withered husk. The sound it made as it dropped to the floor, sounded like hip-hop noises. He walked off the lonely chain jangling behind him, our of the gym, to get some cardio done.