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[OPEN] Calm before the storm

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1 [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Wed Nov 08, 2017 8:04 am

Jett King

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In the six months since Jett had received his grimoire he had grown considerably.  He had a better understanding of the world and his place in it, he was also stealing less.  Still, he was stealing but his eye was caught less by all that sparkles finding more reward in helping those in need.  His desire to join the Purple Orca was still the same but he was now open to any order that would take him.  To don a robe of a magic knight would mean he would be a step closer to becoming a hero from the books he read as a child.  Embarking on real adventures, raiding dungeons in the name of Clover or repelling Diamond or Spade kingdoms as they try to encroach on Clover’s boarders.  More than that would be the comrades he would gain being part of an order as they would take up missions saving those in need together.  Pushing one another to become stronger than before, a rivalry like he’d never experienced before.  Jett had a small glimpse into this world with the small exchanges with a couple of magic knights.  The first was of the Crimson Lion, Sprider Hawk.  Jett felt a strange affinity to him due to the similarities of their elements.  The two of them had worked hand in hand helping out a village in the sticks rebuild after a great storm.  The experience was pretty important to Jett as it was the first step he had taken in helping those in need.  The second magic knight, Jett would almost go as far as calling him his friend, though he probably wouldn’t same. Zera Silva, of the Silva Household.  Royalty in the order of the Silver Eagle, the two came together dealing with a group of hoodlums trying make a fast buck, mugging a young girl.  Then strangely the two banded together to find a cat in a forest for some kids.  All in all, the past half a year has probably been the most important of his young life.

Now, with autumn upon him, it was time for Jett to take the first fateful step in achieving his desires.  The selection exams were just around the corner, Jett was confident in his ability to impress the orders but wasn’t too sure that he would be able to get that spot in the Purple Orca he wanted.  Laying on his bed at home, Jett simply stared at the bland white ceiling above him.  His room wasn’t much to look at, a simple square room the length of his bed not giving much room for anything else other than a small bookcase.  The book itself wasn’t really necessary given that he lived in a library but he kept it there for books that he was reading, using for reference or otherwise just wanted or needed to keep them close.  Sitting up on his bed, Jett stood up and left his room.  His room led straight out into the library, the only thing keeping people visiting the library from entering his room was a sign on the door saying ‘Staff Only’.  It was simple but effective.  Jett walked through the aisles of books on the upper story before making his way down a spiral staircase and then out of the building itself.  The Library was based on the main streets of the market place in Kikka, meaning that unless you was leaving extremely early or late, the street where always packed and busy.  A lot of people would find this jarring but growing up here, Jett had never known anything different.  The reason for Jett’s venture from home this time was simple, he was heading to the arena he would be attending in a few days time.  He thought of it as some sort of image training, so he was not too daunted by the venue when the event took place.

As the bustling street began to widen the crowd seemed to thin out.  The street lead into a sort of plaza that wrapped around the huge coliseum like arena.  The area was probably the most dominant aspect of Kikka, drawing all the attention to itself if one was to view its skyline. Jett could feel his nerves getting to him even though he wasn’t taking the exam right now.  The sheer weight of the exam and the effects on Jett’s future was getting to him, but this was exactly why he was there.  Jett wanted to venture inside but it was strictly off limits due to the preparations that were probably on going.  Still he got as close to it as he could, approaching it and placing his hands on its wall.  Looking up, he got a true gasp on just how big the old place was.  Taking his hand away from the wall and then stepping back a little, Jett chuckled to himself. ”Not long now.  I won’t fail, this is just the start.”  His words weren’t too loud, only those with in a close proximity of Jett would have been able to decipher what he said.  The words were meant for himself and no one else, saying them aloud was almost like making a promise to himself.  He wouldn’t fail, no, he couldn’t fail.  Not here, not ever.  Though that was all well and good but his knees were sill shaking a little. As long as the venue had such power over him he wouldn’t be able to perform by the time the exam comes around.  Standing around wouldn’t really be the most comfortable of options, so instead, Jett decided to visit a small coffee shop located opposite the arena.  The shop was pretty busy given it’s size and it was a little on the pricy side, probably due to the outside sitting area having a perfect view of the arena.  Jett got his coffee, begrudgingly paying the overpriced rate and sat outside, taking up a table on his own, and simply took in the view of the coliseum.

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Name: Jett King
Magic Order: Wandering Magic Knight
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Speech: Purple - 9300C4
Stats
Power: 11
Stamina: 15
Speed: 14
Sensory: 10
Control: 26
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2 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Wed Nov 08, 2017 11:22 am

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It had been a quick and straightforward travel to Kikka and Ossric was thankful for that. He took no pleasure in traveling, but if he wanted to see this years Magic Knight Entrance Exam, he had no other choice. It felt surreal to him that one year had already passed since he was one of the contestants here, one year since he had joined the Silver Eagle Squad. It had been quite a journey, but slowly, he felt like he was making progress. In his youth, no one had been there for him to ask about magic, so this past year had been a struggle to catch up in knowledge to other magic knights. It had involved lots of testing, lots of failing, and lately, a few successes that gave him a feeling of relief and comfort.
He walked through the streets of Kikka, one arm casually dangling on his side, the other one in the large pocket of his robes where he kept his grimoire, slowly brushing along the books cover, feeling the clovers engraved on it. The slight headache he felt since waking up this morning still hadn't vanished and Ossric began to look around the street, remembering a small coffee shop he had visited last year after the exam had ended. He remembered the numb feeling in his body. He sat there the whole evening, a cup of tea slowly getting colder in front of him, trying to make sense of the fact taht he had actually managed to succeed.
With a small shrug, he entered the coffee shop and immidiately felt unease at the amount of people sitting inside. Trying to calm himself, he ordered his tea and waited, looking for an empty table or just a spot along the walls where he could quickly enjoy his drink. He didn't find one and almost winced when the owner of the café gave him the tea. Holding it in his free hand, he moved towards the door, stopping right outside to look at the arena directly in front of him. The size of it still impressed him, as did the general effect it had on the town. Everything was centered around it, every street leading up to this point, a single, majestic structure, fitting to decide the destiny of the people entering it.
Ossric felt a brush on his shoulder and realized that he had stopped right in front of the door. He hurried out of the way, his face blushing and cursed his attitude towards this place. He should feel at ease here, having mastered the challenges of this place already. A proud member of the Silver Eagle Squad, here to observe the up and coming candidates in the exam, not to awkwardly stand in the way of others while staring at the arena. With a bit of a rush, he moved over to a table where only one other person was seated, a young looking man with long dark hair. Standing next to an empty seat, Ossric adressed the man with a slightly strained voice, his eyes darting between the man and the ground.

"Excuse me, is this place free? Inside is a bit crowded and I would like to just sit down for a moment, if you don't mind it."


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3 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Wed Nov 08, 2017 12:46 pm

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Memphis threw a heavy and rather large bag on the ground with all of his might. It gave way to a rather loud “thud” sound, causing small bits of dust and dirt to float into the air around him. This caused him to go into a simultaneous sneezing and coughing fit. While he covered his mouth, he kicked the bag with a forceful thrust. As soon as his foot made contact, he knew it was a poor choice on his part. He heard something snap inside it. Shit, shit, shit...the captain is going to fucking kill me.” He tried to peek into the bag to see if the sack of broomsticks had any major damage. While most were fine, there was one that was split in half, no doubt from his kick. Perhaps, perhaps he could get by with it already being like that. These brooms were used every couple months or so to test the new recruits’ skills with basic control and mana rates. There was a chance that some punk in the last batch could have broken them right? He just hoped it would not get back to him or he would surely receive a lashing or two from his captain. He was dragged to this shitty arena in this shitty city to help get the arena ready for the exam taking place in  a few weeks. There was no other reason he would come here, minus to maybe shop. He hated this city. It was too busy and full of pompous asshole elitist.  He hated the nobility with their high tier grimoires, their fancy clothes, and their rich daddies. Memphis grew up in the sticks and Green Mantis was more or less out in the sticks as well. He was just not a city boy, at least a Clover Kingdom city boy. Who knew, perhaps when the day that Diamond finally took over Clover, then he might enjoy the cities. 

Memphis drew the bag’s strings shut tightly and prayed that nobody saw him kicking it. The arena was mainly empty, save the few lower ranked magic knights that had been drugged here to help the preparations for the entrance exam. Members of the elite squads, such as Golden Dawn, Silver Eagle, and even Azura Deer, were not present of course. They could not bother helping out the grunts like Green Mantis members set up the arena. Most of the people here today were made up from Green Mantis, Black Bulls, and Coral Peacocks, though the latter really sat around not doing much. It really pissed Memphis off. He fucking hated the Magic Knights, he was just in Green Mantis because they let him do whatever he wanted and did not give a shit about what he did, so long as he brought back a gold star every now and then. That was the problem though, he had not brought back a gold star in a few months now, so he was forced to do grunt work to make up for his lack of trying. He pushed the back to the shadow of the interior wall and started to walk away. The arena was massive, almost too big for its own good. From what he heard it used to be used more often than it was these days. The magic knights had become slightly more complacent than their history told. Perhaps that would be their downfall to the Diamond or even Spade Kingdom, though the Heart Kingdom should not be forgotten either, their knights were mysterious and their true power was unknown to all. 


Flashback baby:
 
Memphis stared off into the abyss of the arena. Every now and then a slight movement of another soul would catch his eye. Though it was empty as a graveyard today in a few short weeks, dozen of hopeful young men and women would be herded into here like sheep to slaughter. Only a few would find a home in the squads, those that were unlucky would be laughed and mocked by the other contestants, perhaps they would try again the next year. Though, it was more likely that they would find some crappy job elsewhere in the kingdom, perhaps herding actual sheep. There were quite a few from Memphis’ test that did not make it into any squad, instead they went back to whatever hovel their came from and must be living some sort of life there. Of course, there was ways to make a nice stack of gold outside of the knights order, but inside the order was where the big bucks and political power laid. 

The more Memphis looked into the massive structure the more his memories from that day became clear. While he had not grown much magically since that day, he had grown physically and mentally from then. Back then he was just a teenage kid that was doing things to spite his father, that is why he ended up in Green Mantis. Now, he was doing shit to do whatever he wanted to do. When he first arrived at the selection ceremony there was already a couple hundred people waiting outside the arena to enter it, the line must have stretched half a mile or so in length. While, there were a few different desks to register, the number of applicants that year was larger than normal. Perhaps there was some shift in the economy fifteen years prior that sparked a boom of baby making. He remembered the two in front of him were rather chatty, talking about their entire lives, who they were, where they were from, their magic, their grandmother, and even their pets they had growing up. They tried to get Memphis involved in their nonsensical chatter once, but his cold stare warded off any further invitations. 

When he was finally able to get to the desk to register, he was forced to tell them his name, hometown, age, and grimoire tier. Seems like by just having a Bronze Tier Grimoire, he had knocked himself a few points with some squads. That was fine by him, he had no desire to join Golden Dawn or Silver Eagle anyway. As they all stood there in the arena, hundreds of birds seemed to descend upon them. These were the famous mana seeking birds, those with higher mana would be total avoided, but those that were poor with their mana pools would be covered by a flock. Memphis had but a few on him, a good sign. The two in front of him in line each had nearly a dozen covering them, poor saps were weeded out that quick. 

They were sorted through the exams, one after the next. The ones that Memphis showed decent scores in was his ability with raw power, control over his magic, and his general mana pool. Speed he was able to be okay at due to his magic’s help, but over all the only thing that saved him in the exam was his spar. His enemy was not expecting somebody that scored so mediocre on the speed portion of the test to be able to move so quickly. This was thanks to his lightning magic. It allowed him to move at a speed far surpassing his own, coupled with his raw strength, he was able to deliver a powerful blow in a mere instant. It was this skill that caught the leader of Green Mantis’ eyes. The way Memphis’ lightning magic caused that young man to wiggly on the ground like a worm must have sparked something in his mind, something that called him to let Memphis to join his order of the magic knights.


The rest was history of sorts, mainly filled with him doing a whole lot of nothing for the past couple of years. It was not a good thing to do though, he was starting to piss off the other members of the squad, lord knows what they would do to him if he cost them to be worse than the Black Bulls. That was why he was here today, to get some brownie points for the squad. He had been there all morning long and had yet to get any food or drink. Feeling a break coming upon him, he snuck out of the arena. He started to walk along the outer wall of the area with his hands in his pockets. The streets were already filled to the brim with people. It smelled like shit in this city, he would think to himself. This was why he hated the city, the smell of a million people was not a pleasant odor, especially when most of those people could not afford to bathe once a day, let alone once a week. 
As he turned the bend of the building he saw a young man placing his palm on the ancient site, a queer site indeed. What was this kid some sort of fanatic? Memphis gave him a once over and deduced that he was most likely one of this year’s recruits. He looked young enough and judging by the grimoire he was a hopeful contender for the selection ceremony. What a fool. Hopefully he was a native from this city, because if he had ventured all the way here this far out from the ceremony, he was an idiot. The kid started babbling to himself, like some mental patient while gapping at the arena. What a noob, he would get chewed up and spat out at the ceremony if he was this emotional. He watched the young man leave the arena but still stay in its shadow. He opted for a coffee shop a stone throw away. That did sound rather pleasant after all that manual labor. 

Memphis, quickly fell in line and waited to be served. There were a couple of members of the magic knights inside, none from his squad though. He saw a Silver Eagle member balancing a cup of what appeared to be hot tea or maybe coffee? Once Memphis placed his order, he grabbed his cup, poured some milk and sugar in it and stepped outside to find a seat. The air was already crisp, fall was nearly over and winter would be here soon. The only available seat he saw was with the odd boy who liked to touch buildings and the Silver Eagle member. This would be a rather painful cup of coffee if there was too much small talk involved. With nowhere else to go he opted for the table. Without asking for permission from either man he took the seat and started to sip from his coffee. His Green Mantis emblem shown on his chest and his grimoire strapped to his waist would signal to both of them that he was a magic knight, his rank though was left a mystery. Little would they know, he was just a lower ranked one without any clout at all. He waited for one of them to address him rather than him addressing them. They may not even include him in whatever conversation of nonsense they were going to get into here in a moment. Perhaps this young hopeful knight would be like the two chatterboxes at his exam that did not amount to anything. Or, perhaps this young man would become one of his fellow Manti, who knew, the world was a strange and mysterious place after all. There were too many rolls of the dice to predict anything accurately. 

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4 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Thu Nov 09, 2017 6:11 am

Jett King

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As Jett sat outside the coffee shop, basking in the weak sun of the autumn sky, he was interrupted from his ’training’.  It was a grey heard boy requesting to sit on the table with him, Jett had no problems with sharing a table.  After all, the shop was packed with people making sitting inside look like nothing short of torture.  The boy himself seem nervous, not able to hold eye contact for very long with Jett.  ”Sur...” Before Jett could even start, one of the seats at the table were taken without question or warning by another.  This time, the man was very tall and rather imposing but Jett was unsure whether that was just because of his height or by what his clothes were marked by.  The emblem of the order of Green Mantis donned the man’s clothes.  Now a magic knight from any order held a certain level of esteem, command respect or even fear.  With the Green Mantis more than any other order, the later was true.  Renown for building up just as many black stars as they do gold and under the leadership of a very questionable captain, Baron “Hannibal” Castle.  Rumours were often misleading but Jett wasn’t about to test how true they were, giving a simple glance to the blonde haired mage and nothing more.  ”Sure take a seat, if you stand around any longer you might just be too late.” Jett made a slight head movement in the direction the Green Mantis mage.

Looking on to the arena once more, Jett noticed the coming and goings of a few magic knight.  They were carrying various bags of all shapes and sizes to which Jett could only assume had something to do with the exam.  He tried his best to sneak a peak at what was going on but it was all very well hidden.  Still it was probably for the best, if he passed the exam from some sort of prior knowledge and not his own strength, then he would be found out eventually.  In that scenario he could possibly even be removed from the order, assuming that was something that could happen.  Interesting to note however, was the robe colours of those working inside the arena.  The same three colours could be seem though he was so far away it was hard to tell if it was just the same small group of people or specific orders have been left with the job of setting up the exam preparations.  Bringing himself back out of his gawking, Jett became overly conscious of the silence at the table of which three strangers now set.  Once he noticed this it became hard to stand as he began exchanging awkward glances with the grey haired boy and uncomfortable stares from the magic knight. Reaching his limit, Jett broke the silence, turning to the awkward boy. ”You here for the selection exams as well?” It was a very specific question but the exam was all that was really on his mind at the moment.  Realising the short sightedness of his question he tried again. ”Sorry, I should really introduce myself first.  I am Jett King, Kikka born and bread and Magic Knight hopeful.  You from here or from elsewhere?”

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Name: Jett King
Magic Order: Wandering Magic Knight
Grimoire: Jett's Grimoire
Speech: Purple - 9300C4
Stats
Power: 11
Stamina: 15
Speed: 14
Sensory: 10
Control: 26
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5 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Thu Nov 09, 2017 12:12 pm

Ossric

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A bit shaken by the sudden intrusion of the Green Mantis member, Ossric hurried to sit down, relaxing slightly by the humor in the blue haired mans voice. An uncomfortable silence spread out between them, and Ossric concentrated on his drink while watching the others. So far, he had little experience with other squad members of the Magic Knights, as he had barely taken on missions, instead studying on his own in the Silver Eagles head quarters, only seeking out the other members when he was in need of assistance or advice.
He kept on watching the blonde haired mage, taking in the outfit with the Green Mantis emblem and the grimoire at his side. A bronze grimoire, if he was not mistaken, so unlikely to be of noble birth. That would probably make things more difficult should he decide to talk, but so far it seemed like he wasn't too interested in that. Certainly a fact Ossric was thankful for, his discomfort in dealing with unknown people was big enough as is, so there was no need to increase it. Maybe he would just finish his tea and then leave again, hurrying back to his room for the rest of the day.
Taking his eyes off the other Magic Knight, he turned his head slightly to regard the other person at the table. From his behaviour, it seemed like he was as surprised as Ossric himself that this guy had just decided to sit here. He had trouble hiding a sad smile, asking himself how he'd gotten in this situation when the dark haired started to speak again, introducing himself in a proper fashion and stating that he was to participate in the upcoming Magic Knight Entrance Exam. Setting down his cup, Ossric straightened and started to answer, deciding to ignore the other Magic Knight for the time being.
"Oh, please don't apologize, it was rude of me to just sit here without properly introducing myself. My name is Ossric Rend and to answer your first question, no, I just came here to observe the upcoming exam. I, uhm, took part in the exam last year." Raising his hand to his chest and straightening the robe, he revealed the Silver Eagle Squads emblem, his fingers nervously fumbling at it. "I succeeded and was allowed to join the Silver Eagles and have spent most of my time there ever since. As for my youth, I grew up close to the Royal Capital, but I have traveled around the noble regions as well."
While waiting for a reaction to that, Ossric focused his eyes on the arena, thinking of the different tests he had gone through. The start was slow, and while he was perplexed by the birds in the arena, only a few had surrounded him. He had taken that as a good sign, though it had only somewhat helped to reduce his tension. The following tests were challenging, but overall he managed to get solve them. But then the last part was announced and Ossric felt a rush of anxiety, freezing completely still on his spot. He had never used his magic against another person. He knew how to create and shape his element in theory, but to actually use it against another person...reliving the memory of that moment snapped him out of thoughts, his vision clearing. He noticed that his hand had reached into the pocket where he stored his grimoire, desperate to hold on to something familiar, something he could trust.
Another wave of anxiety rushed through his body and he tried to hide it as best as he could, his head turning back towards the dark haired mage on the side. "In any case, I wish you good luck in the Exam and I'm eager to see you in action. Say, is there any squad in particular you would like to join?" Trying to keep the conversation going, he shot a glance at the Green Mantis member and then looked right back at the other mage, while in his mind he could see the small smile of Captain Argentia Silva as his number was announced and her slowly lifting her hand and the reaction from those around him.
Waiting for an answer, he took his cup again, inhaling the scents from the tea.


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6 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Thu Nov 09, 2017 2:36 pm

Gemini

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Brave boy, thought Memphis. The young man that had been talking to himself outside the arena gave him but a simple head nod. A very simple gesture but one that spoke enough. He had noticed the boy’s eyes glance towards his robe, no doubt even a child would know who the Green Mantis were. While they were not often spied this deep into the Noble Region, their reputation could be heard all the way to Diamond. They were a troubled lot, one that did not take too kindly to outside orders or certain type of glances. Memphis was a bit more level headed than some of his companions, most of them were just cruel. While Memphis did enjoy being a bit cruel himself, it was for good reasons. Normally he just did not know how to old back in a fight. Always going from zero to hundred right then and there. He was not like Castle, the Hannibal had gained a reputation for playing with his victims like a cat plays with a mouse. Memphis would never willingly piss that man off or face him in combat, that was just asking to have a limb removed. At the very least he would lose a couple fingers. There were quite a few members of Green Mantis that had suffered the punishment of Castle. They bore different scars and marks across their body and more deeply their minds. Nobody ever wanted to face the man in combat, anybody that has, is known to be missing something if not altogether missing. 

Memphis eyes’ pierced into the young boy’s general direction. Staring harsh and coldly. He was sizing up the boy. His body seemed fit, not fat and plump like those from noble birth. Perhaps he was a commoner? His muscles were of similar in size to Memphis, but Memphis’ lankiness would give him a slight advantage in a fight. He had the ability to keep a bit of a distance from most of his enemies. The only downside would be if this boy’s speed outmatched Memphis’, which it very well might have. He had slacked on his training for quick burst of speed as of late. Instead he had became complacent in training his magical power, thus using it to make up for his shortcomings. His style in combat favored a quick and decisive ending. He was not skilled for long drawn out fights, he was a more get shit done quick kind of man, though his overall stamina was not too bad for somebody of his Magic Knight Tier. Perhaps he would get a work out with these new blooded members that Green Mantis might attract. If they attracted any that is, the past few years had been simple pickings. Their reputation for such barbaric tactics had turned most prospects away. Perhaps this is why Memphis was becoming the low man on the totem pole, which sucked seeing how he had so much grunt work crap to deal with now. 

He saw the original boy’s eyes divert to the arena once more. From his position at the table, Memphis’ back was turned from the structure. In fact the shadow of the building covered the trio in it’s thick blanketed shadow. This coupled with the cool autumn air made it so much cooler than it was in the sunlight. Thank goodness Memphis had his cloak covering his upper body. He was curious what the boy was looking at, but it mattered not. His attention was diverted to the third member of their table. Another young man, probably closer to the first boy’s age than Memphis’ own. He noticed this boy was sizing up Memphis just as much as Memphis was sizing him up. His physique was not much different than the first boy, all in all the three were probably evenly matched when it came to physical combat. Memphis casually took a sip from his coffee as the man began to speak of his trials at last year’s selection exam. He had not spectated last year but was being forced to help with the clean up this year, so he might as well stick around for the show. He was not too surprised to hear that the man was in the elitist group, Silver Eagle. His eyes darted over to the man when this knowledge became apparent. Memphis was no fan of Silver Eagles. So far this man’s general persona was not as cocky and arrogant but the conversation had just begun. 

It was no shock to hear that the had been born and raised in the Noble Region of Clover. Most of those in Silver Eagle had been. It was odd though, why was a Silver Eagle hatchling wondering around the city? They were not roped into the grunt work of selection exam. Perhaps he was just here to do some dirty rushing of sorts. Scout out the new blood of this year’s batch of recruits. There had been stories of other squads doing this in the past. Trying to pick the cream of the crop before the ceremony even started. It was a dirty tactic but it worked well for groups like Silver Eagle who were able to appeal to the elitist nature of most nobles. The man’s question towards the boy even hinted at such an act. This was a curious place for Memphis to be in, it might indeed be putting a wrench in this Ossric’s plan. If so, Memphis would enjoy this cup of coffee even more. It was always nice to see a noble under pressure from a commoner. He finished his sip from his coffee and placed the now third empty cup back on the table and leaned back. His head tilted up towards the sky. Looking up as a pair of pigeons flew above, his eyes might have been diverted but his ears were not. Perhaps these two would find him odd, perhaps they would ask him to leave, he would be curious to see how a non-magic knight would address one from the most barbaric group. Even a Silver Eagle fletchling would be wary of causing too much drama. They did not know Memphis’ rank was the next closest to dirt, but he did know that they were both greenhorns from their brief introductions. He raised his hands to be placed casually behind his head, closed his eyes slightly and started to lightly hum a tune. Not caring particularly if the company around him minded or not, he could give two shits about the opinion of a child and of a noble. 


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7 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Thu Nov 09, 2017 5:13 pm

Jett King

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The grey haired kid seemed overly apologetic, Jett was unsure if this was an act or he really did just stumble through life this way. There were people like that in the world, especially in the teen years, so it was possible he could be that way.  On the other side of the coin, he revealed himself to be a magic knight and a member of Silver Eagle no less.  If Jett was a gambling man, and he was still unsure if he was or not, he would bet a lot of money that the kid was putting on an act.  Noble birth meant he probably had everything giving to him on a plate, constantly being told he is great by the various staff dotted around him.  No, confidence was something Jett had yet to see a noble lack.  Despite his suspicions, Jett had no intentions of calling him out, after all he could be wrong. "Ossric eh?  Nice to meet you.  Don't suppose you know Zera Silva do you?  He's also a member of your order.  I believe he is a relative of your captain too." Jett was now just being polite and making conversation to try and make things less awkward, which was hard as he could feel the Mantis' stares on him.

Jett took a sip of his drink as he took in his surrounding, noticing a slight glint coming from a bag place on the floor on the next table over. Something shiny, it was definitely gold but possible had some small jewels attached to it too.  Jett bad habit began to rear it head as he began to play out scenarios on how he would take it without anyone noticing, present company included.  Putting his plots and schemes to the back of his mind Jett focused back on the strange group that had formed outside the coffee shop.  Ossric now asking if Jett had a preference.  Jett pondered to himself about the question, he was now in the presence of two mages of two different orders.  Does he lie and say he'd like to join their orders?  Would that make them happy? or maybe angry? Or instead does he tell the truth, which could incite the same responses.  Jett wasn't too worried about the response of Ossric, he was timid, unimposing and he did actually ask the question.  The blonde mantis was the worrying aspect in this, he was a bit of a wild card.  If he took exception to his answer who knows what he would do giving his order's reputation.  Not wanting to sit in silence too long, Jett opted for a more diplomatic answer. "Getting accepted to any order is the goal right now.  There are orders I would probably stay away from and one in particular I am aiming for, though admittedly my magic might not be suited to them."

Jett paid a glance towards the blonde man after his answer, slightly on edge just in case he had to jump into action.  Though he was distracted as the bag on the table over was knocked on its side, making the small gold and ruby trinket exposed.  With the stage now set, Jett couldn't fight the urge any longer.  First there was the distraction, sitting forward at the table Jett expanded on his previous comment. "See the thing is, when I was a kid, I was saved by a member of the Purple Orca.  So naturally that's what I'm drawn too.  The order itself favours defensive mages, which is pretty good for me..." Jett lifted his hand slightly of the table, creating a large and near perfect diamond. One ray of sun light hit the rock causing it to light up brightly, drawing many stares to the diamond.  Jett took this opportunity to reach his foot across to the tricket,
then hooking it over to himself while eyes where on the diamond. "..as I have Diamond as my element.  Strongest material known to man at my disposal.  The problem is, I have zero defence spells."  Jett sat back in his chair looking slightly defeated but still holding the large diamond.  Tossing it in the air lightly, Jett looked at the rock before throwing it once more high into the air.  Once at a good height he dispelled it, resulting in the rock turning into diamond dust that shone in the sky as it slowly floated down.  This display also distracting those in the area as they look up to the dust, this gave Jett his opportunity to reach down a grab the trinket and pocket it.  Jett tried to avoid the stare of those he sat with, nervous to if they had picked up on his act or not.

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8 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Sun Nov 12, 2017 5:26 pm

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Listening to the answers, Ossric smoothly nodded, his eyes darting between the Green Mantis member and the other man. "Zera Silva, yes, I've seen him before, but we didn't really interact much, since he usually is rather busy with his missions." A troubled smile appeared on his face. "The Silva family is certainly impressive and their prowess and commitment to the Squad is admirable. Though obviously not every noble family is lucky enough to be as gifted and esteemed as they are." Realizing what he just said, Ossric let a big grin appear on his face, hoping it would be enough to take the bitter sting out of his words and looked up, trying to relax somewhat.
He stopped as he heard humming from the other chair, lightly shaking his head at the intrusion. A weird fellow, this Green Mantis member, but apparently that was to be expected of members of that particular squad, if he were to trust the rumors surrounding them.
Turning back, he started to relax some more, becoming a bit amused by the non answer he was given regarding a Magic Knight Squad, but he could understand the reasoning, not wanting to say anything definitive when two different Magic Knights were seating right there. He closed his eyes for a moment, just to abruptly open them and stare at the diamond Jett had produced, the light brilliantly reflecting in it. His mind was racing, thinking about what he had read about the Diamond Element. Definitly a magic of the higher tears, perfectly suitable for defense and control, but also worth expanding into more offensive spells. An element so different from his own and, as he continued to listen, its user apparently also valuing his magic in a way completely contrasting his own. Once again he regretted his upbringing and his inability to get himself to directly engage in quests. His eyes still fixed on the diamond, Ossric suddenly felt cold, trying to make up his mind. He had learned so much in this past year, but staying within the Squads library would just end up holding him back. If even wandering mages in this kingdom possessed this amount of talent, it might be worthwhile to at least get away from the capital from time to time, just to be able to see different kinds of magic in full process instead of just reading about them.
He leaned back again, his fingers tapping on the cover of his grimoire. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Jett moving on his chair and in the next moment he threw the diamond in the air and then dispelled it. A flash of sunlight broke in the dust and some of the people around them let out a gasp.
"Well, that was quite impressive. You're lucky to have such an imposing element at your command and, again, I'm looking forward to seeing you in the exam. I fear my own magic is way less exciting to look at, so I have to thank you for this demonstration." Showing pleasant smile on his face, Ossric again raised his cup and drank the rest of his tea, thankful that his headache seemed to have gotten better at least somewhat. As it seemed, his decision to stop by this shop had indeed turned out to be a good one.


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9 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Tue Nov 14, 2017 9:36 am

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Silver Eagle, Golden Dawn, Crimson Lions, Azure Deer, Purple Orca, Green Mantis, Coral Peacock, Black Bull, Blue Rose, they were all worthless trash in one way or another in Memphis’ book. Each had their faults, each had their failures. For some just the idea of sharing air to breath made him want to vomit, Silver Eagle was graced to be selected into such a group. He really fucking hated the Eagles. They sat up high on their nests up above all the others. Their expensive silk jackets, designer cloths, and well groomed hair was nauseating. If Memphis had the power to do so, he would act like the gods from the lore and throw his lightning bolt from the sky picking each of the birds off one by one, then he would move onto the deer in the forest, bulls on the plains, and so on and so forth until all that was left was the dark heavens above. There would be no golden dawn on the world, let alone a dawn at all, at least for the world that these sloths in Clover had grown to know and love. Though this was a pipe dream, how could he being calling anybody a sloth and slacker when, Memphis was forced to help set up for this idiotic exam due to his sloth like nature. Really he was a walking, maybe not talking, hypocrite. 

Though his head was tilted back and he was daydreaming about the destruction of all the citizens of Clover and how he was a lazy piece of shit, did not mean that he was not paying attention to the two beside him. A member of Silver Eagle had a high chance of being a noble of some sort. Though the name Ossric did not ring a bell, he did not give two rats fucks enough to learn nobles names, except for the Silvia name. That was a name that even the flea off of a street peasant had heard at least once in their lives. They were the scummiest of scum, not only born with a silver spoon in their mouths but also a pair of silver wings on their backs. A member of the Silvia family did not know what it was like to suffer, what it was like to be hungry, or even in pain. They were one of the many weeds in this forsaken garden of discord. Hopefully one day they would be torn from root to stem, and thrown into the fire of revolution. The fact that this no name, non-magic knight, knew a Silvia was...interesting. Perhaps he could be of use in some aspect. Though what sort of use that was, was yet to be seen, if he was going to be a magic knight, chances were he had some sort of morals or desires to be one. The only reason Memphis joined was to gain power and to get his dad as far away from him as he could. Plus it was always easier to dismantle an organization from the inside out than beating down the walls and forcing yourself in. 

Seemed like the boy wanted to be some Purple Orca defensive knight, nothing wrong there. They were a solid group of mages, known for their high defensive prows. The plus side is they were not filled to the brim with nobles; no, they were a group that valued the will and resolve of their members regardless of last name. That was at least one decent point in Memphis’ book for the kid, he was not some gold boot licking brat like 90% of the ones trying out for the magic knights. A slight grin crossed his face. The thought of seeing all those kids having their hearts crushed into tiny pieces when they were not extended a bid from Golden Dawn just brought joy to his heart. The faces of those that were not accepted at all was even better. Most of them would be seen crying outside the arena after the exam, perhaps even in this very coffee shop. His eyes glanced down at the table as the boy started to fiddle with his magic power. It seemed that he was able to utilize the diamond element, not too common of one that was for sure. The element boasted high defense and attacks that could pierce through nearly everything. A suitable magic for Purple Orca, or really any squad that he would go to, save maybe Coral Peacock. 

It was a bit odd to hear that a user of the diamond element had no defensive skills. If he had no defense what good would he be to Purple Orca? That would have to be something he would have to make up in the exam one way or another. Their captain always showed favor to those that could take a beating, they gained brownie points in his eyes. It seemed that a display of such a rare element was needed, from the boy’s hand a diamond started to form. Memphis’ eyes shifted from staring aimlessly into the sky to downward towards the diamond for a brief moment. His eyes were more concerned with the shifting gaze that the diamond boy kept going towards. Memphis’ piercing eyes followed Jett’s until he noticed another precious gem laying on the ground exposed. Judging by the female looking bag that it was halfway hanging out from it was obviously not Jett’s, perhaps the boy was going to be some good samaritan and make sure that the gem embroidered necklace was properly returned to its owner’s bag. As his eyes shifted back to the diamond in the boy’s palm he noticed that there seemed to be several eyes gawking at the sight. The light passing through the diamond was causing a bit of a scene with all the rainbows forming and dancing across the area. Funny how people were so mesmerized by a simple display of magic even though they lived in such a large town, where magic was abundant. 

The boy threw the diamond in the air, Memphis followed its flight for a brief moment before he saw the slight movement of the boy from the corner of his eyes. Like a hawk, Memphis’ eye followed the boy’s actions. He saw him scoop up the necklace that was laying on the ground and sliding it into his pocket. A large grin crossed Memphis’ face. Seems that Mr. Magic Knight Wannabe was not so good after all. How would a Captain of any squad, save his own, see this action. While the boy’s eyes remained fixed downward, avoiding the eyes of both Memphis and Ossric. Well the two of them had been talking for awhile now without Memphis saying a single word. With a single sentence he could expose the boy’s actions for what they really were. He was not displaying his magic just for shits and giggles, he had a reason to do such a thing. Memphis was not the type to tattletale though, hell he wished he grabbed the necklace first. The kid earned some points in his books, but a petty thief would only get so far in the world. “The Silvia family is a bunch of trash...Don’t mean shit if you’re born with power. Only power that matters is the ones that you gain yourself. The Orcas have a reputation of honor and stability, not a good fit for everybody. A common rat has to claw and steal its way to the top, it does not get a diamond encrusted ride to the top.” Memphis’ gazed still fixed on the boy. He hoped his last little line caused some panic in the kid’s face. He would enjoy to see that, it would make coming to this city worth it. Besides that his comment about Ossric’s squad leader being a piece of crap might spark something there that could be entertaining. While he did not know the kid’s magic, he did know that he was a greenhorn and had little combat experience based on what he told them. If he wanted to pick a fight, well Memphis would end it quick. 

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10 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Wed Nov 15, 2017 10:42 am

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After his little display Jett had successfully obtain his prize away from the numerous prying eyes of the packed out café and streets.  Or so he had thought.  He was surprised, to say the least, to find that both mages addressed him after his little display, the silver eagle was quite vocal to begin with so his response came as no surprise, instead it was very much expected.  The green mantis mage was a different kettle of fish.  He had so far just sat there quiet and watching the entire time, he was quite imposing in his silence as he watched the two talk but never once chiming in.  So picking now as a time to speak up was peculiar, especially given his choice of words.  They rattled Jett slightly, though it never showed on his in body language. It would seem he had been caught in the act, not that it was the first time and not even the first time by a magic knight.  The problem this time laid in the fact it was days away from the exams, any mistakes here could lead to problems in the exams, that is if he even reached here.  Jett made sure he took a second to compose himself before answering either of the knight in their responses.

First up was Ossric, the light haired boy was none the wiser or at least that what Jett hoped.  Worse case scenario was that he was just playing dumb to lull Jett into a false sense of security.  On second thought, he did seem the type to act in such a way.  He was slightly timid and honest if anything. So choosing Ossric first was the simple choice as it was who Jett was talking to originally, so it was only polite.  ”I’m honestly not a fan of royalty and how they look down upon those like myself. I’ve had the unfortunate experience of having a run in with a Silva other than Zera and despite saving her, she was a nasty piece of work.  If I don’t run into another Silva ever again, it’ll be too soon.” Jett thought it might have been harsh for the mage to take given his previous stated admiration for them but Jett was distracted by the Green Mantis mage and the possibility that he had caught Jett in the act of  stealing. ”Of course, Zera is the exception to that rule.  Seeming not to care for social rank and almost seemed as bothered by his cousin as I was.” Taking a small break, Jett took another sip of his drink as he watched the tall mage who was still staring him down. After the small break, Jett continued. ”Thanks, it wasn’t much really.  I just have a flashy element I guess.  However, our elements mean nothing ultimately.  Jagen Lavender known throughout the kingdom for his defensive magic uses cloth, such a flimsy material. So what is your element if you don’t mind me asking? It can probably be stronger than you think.” Satisfied with his response to Ossric, it was time to face the music as Jett turned to address the tall blonde mage.

His stare felt like it would burn straight through Jett, it was a stifling feeling that he wanted to be rid of as quickly as possible.  While Jett didn’t agree with how savage the mage’s words were about the Silva family, he did have a point.  Could you really call it you own strength if it was gifted to you at birth? But still the over riding point to his words were simple.  Jett was caught stealing and he wanted Jett to know that.  ”I’m not looking for an easy ride to the top, in fact, I’d prefer the opposite.  I’m not perfect and have many flaws, my goal is to meet the ideals of Purple Orca through joining them.  Though you may be right, it might not be the best fit for the me of now.” Jett thought he had kept things under wraps enough to keep anyone else from knowing what they were really talking about.  Though if the blonde man caught his drift was another thing.  Jett waited, quite anxious at the response he would receive as well as where it would lead from here.  Everything that Jett had accomplished up until this point was all for the chance to join Purple Orca.  He had come to terms with the fact he may well fail to gain entry given his magic type and it lack of defensive spells but he couldn’t stand the idea of failing because of a stupid character flaw he failed to keep in check.  This was made worse by the fact he felt like he was letting down the mage who set him on his path to redemption in the first place.

Stealing was a problem that he had suffered with and once upon a time he did try and sell his spoils.  Now the thievery took on another form, it was more of a game of dexterity of if he could or not.  Jett has a small collection of gold and other trinkets like some dragon from his books of lore.  He had played with the idea of secretly returning them but decided against it due to the possible backlash the nobles and royalty would unleash upon him.  His second idea was more outlandish but noble in it’s reasoning.  Jett though about taking his gold to the forsaken region, and handing them out to those in need of a little money.  Problem there was the travel for no reward and the possible fighting amongst themselves was something to consider too.  So instead, he kept it all for himself, though his newest prize was in doubt on whether it would reach the rest of his collection.  Jett watched the two mages carefully, fidgeting with the object in his pocket to make sure it was still there before he grabbed his drink to take another sip.

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11 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Thu Nov 16, 2017 1:57 pm

Ossric

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Ossrics smile froze somewhat. Something had happened and he had missed it. His eyes flashed between Jett and the Green Mantis member, but neither faces showed any signs of what it was. So far he felt like neither mage had met the other before, so why did the other guy address Jett as someone who had to steal? Ossric cursed himself for not paying proper attention, but now it was too late and he had to adapt to the new situation.
He had tried to have a civil conversation, but apparently it had been wrong to talk about the Silva family. Especially the Green Mantis members answer seemed agitated, almost hostile. Leaning back, he thought about just getting up and leaving, but then this wouldn't look good for the Silver Eagle Squad, making them and himself appear weak and afraid of confrontation. If the others were nobles, he might've tried to talk some point of understanding into them, but their dislike would only grow bigger if he went for such a diplomatic approach. Maybe it was time to use some other parts of his education, especially the ones he had seen more often in his fellow Magic Knights.
Straightening on his chair, he leaned forward, resting his hand on one hand while the other was still in his pocket, slowly caressing his grimoire.
Ah, it seems I upset you, Green Mantis. Please accept my apologies, but I do have to point out that I did indeed only talk about the positives of the Silva family. I would hope that you don't expect me to talk about their negatives in public, in front of someone who is close to take the Magic Knight Examination or when my very Captain is a member of that family.“ He stopped to take a deep breath, his voice getting noticeably colder, and stared right at the blonde haired mage with a dismissive scowl. „But maybe such subtleties are lost on one like you. So what exactly is your problem, I wonder? Did you get rejected by one of the noble squads? Do you just like to blame others for your own shortcomings? Or is it even more personal of a reason? Truth be told, I don't really care too much. I might not be on a mission right now, but in my free time I would prefer not to be burdened by other people's personal problems and quirks. In the end, everyone is responsible for their own decisions. I had to learn that the hard way, but as a courtesy, I shall offer you this suggestion: There is an expiration date on blaming others for your own weaknesses. At some point you will have to face that fact. For your sake, I would hope that this day comes sooner than later.“
Without another glance, he turned his head towards Jett, trying his best to let another bright smile appear on his face.
Please excuse that and let me assure you, I do not like to turn to rudeness this easily, though from time to time it appears a necessary evil to use. Now, to answer your question, I'm afraid I won't be able to demonstrate my magic in such a stylish way. The element I rely on to cast my magic is bone. Naturally, a very useful element, but sadly it tends to generate a rather unease feeling in those observing the use of it. And from my figure you're probably able to tell that I'm not exactly the kind of person to stand in the front lines, so the types of magic I use also don't exactly help to ease other people's feelings. But they are effective, so I am quite content with my abilities.
He leaned back again, a hand slowly circling his forehead and took a look around. Most people seemed to have stopped pay attention to them after the dark haired mages display of magic, which would normally help him to relax a bit. Not this time, as he felt the atmosphere at the table slowly shifting towards a colder, somber mood. At least he had finished his drink, so besides waiting for a reaction from the others, there wasn't really a reason to stay at this place any longer.

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12 Re: [OPEN] Calm before the storm on Fri Nov 17, 2017 2:47 pm

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Memphis just smirked and sat there content with how he stirred the pot. Jett was obviously nervous from his words and judging from the Silver Eagle’s scowl, he was not too pleased with sharing the same breathing space as Memphis, let alone calling him a Magic Knight. Jett seemed to not have much love for Silver Eagle’s main family for his own reason or another, something about saving Zera peaked Memphis’ ears. If he had in deed saved the life of one of the top nobles in Clover, surely he had some favor with them. His words though, they seemed to hint some sort of trouble with them. What could have transpired that caused him to look poorly upon them but still risk his life to save one of them? Perhaps a more intimate conversation with him was needed, he might be of some use to Memphis in the long run. The kid wasn’t some noble lackey though, he seemed smart in some aspect. He knew his shortcomings and was trying to improve them, more than Memphis was doing. He knew his shortcomings and at the moment did not care too much to surpass them, for now. He knew that he was on the cusp of actually wanting to improve himself. He wouldn’t be able to continue this lackadaisical lifestyle as some weakling. He would be thrown out of Mantis in a couple years if he did not improve his skills in some sort of way or another. But that was another thought for another time. 

He made a clicking sound with his tongue at the Silver Eagle’s annoying retort. If they were not in the middle of the town he would gladly show this spoon fed asshole a thing or two, but so close to the arena. There would be a swarm of magic knights upon this area in a heartbeat if too much magic pressure was released. He would have to restrain his more basic urges to blast this prick with a bolt or two of lightning. “While there may be an expiration date for self pity, it would seem that the silver spoon in the mouth of an Eagle never rusts….Those that find themselves in the Eagle’s nest will always turn out like this, they prey on all those beneath them with cowering behind their banner and their captain. Like the Titan arum flower, they may look beautiful from afar, but up close you can smell the rot of a corpse.” For somebody that was not the type to be on the front lines the boy was really sticking out his neck in front of a mage from the group known to be the berserkers of Clover. They were not known for keeping their tempers, surely a member of Silver Eagle was aware of this, despite how young they might have been. 

So both men before him were blessed with rare and powerful elements. Memphis utilized the element of lightning. While it was not as rare as diamond or bone, it was still a powerful element if used in the right hands. While releasing a full blown spell in the middle of highly populated area was not only dangerous it was illegal. Memphis restrained himself but let out a small bit of his magic power. Bits of electricity started spark off of his clothing and his piercings. “Now, you might not realize it but people like ol silver over here are the scum of Clover. No wonder nobles have been getting snatched up and nobody is making much noise. It’s because common folk like the two of us don’t give two shits about them because they give two shits about us. They use our plights to fill their coffers and coffins of the starving fill the grounds while they sit in their silver and golden towers.” People started to once again look their way as they felt the pressure of the air around Memphis shift. His overall magic power was kept at bay but the addition of electricity in the air caused most people’s hair on their neck and arms to start to stand up. He was not doing enough to be scolded by any form of law enforcement...yet.

If the Silver Eagle kid wanted to try and throw his weight again, Memphis might have to throw his own back. He might have been apart of the Green Mantis but he would hold off until the kid threw the first punch so to speak, if it came to that. If Memphis threw the punch he would surely get in more trouble than this kid. He could spin it off as an act of self defense if the other started the fight, which would be good for him. While he did not care for the laws or the elite in this country, he knew that there were limits to how much of his rebellious behavior could be pushed before it went too far. The kid seemed too meek to fight Memphis, let alone actually start a fight. His little spark of courage would be swallowed and diminished by the strong presence of the Mantis in his mix. 

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