Summoner's Decline(semi-lit+) Brand new!

[avarice.]

"If you don't want to hear something
that you may be offended by, then don't commit a dumb act for
it to be criticized by another."

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Sensing that they had hit a major nerve in both of them from their body language, Adriana chuckled. It was very fun to make others tense up and bring them to annoyance. It may have been the wrong way to approach another summoner with their summon but hey who said this girl cared for such things anyways? It wasn't like she would get super scared of the outcome as it would surely prove she didn't have a place in being a summoner. In her mind a summoner should be strong at heart and not thing of dangerous outcomes. Instead just brave the situation, see what happens and try to survive it all.

Skye's words rang in her mind as he had commanded his summon to attack her. It really was an eye opener but it was surely going to happen as she insulted the boy and the summon. Well there wasn't any point in standing around and watching for her to be attacked. She planned to keep her eyes on this summon but something had happened. It's movements were much too quick for her vision to keep track of. She knew now she was in trouble and this could very well be the end for her if she didn't do something quick.

While her mind was lost in thoughts, as the raced through her mind for her picking, she had completely forgot that Mystic was there and the order she had made him abide by from earlier. Not just that but the fact of the others being around her as well. She seemed to have zoned out completely as she was frozen in the same place and posititon she had before this attack was set into place.

The rule given to the griffin to protect his summoner at all costs came into his mind and he quickly placed his body between the young child-like summon and the red haired girl. He opened his beak letting a traditional falcon's caw and spread his large wings to create a frontal barrier before Adriana. His eyes were able to track the quick pace movement of Maira only slightly and so in reaction to her attacking gesture, the summon lashed out towards her.

His long tail, always dragged along the ground as he would walk, lashed out towards Maira. Mystic planned to make sure this blow landed on this summon to turn her off course. Even though he was large and much slower than most summons smaller than him, what he lacked in speed he made up for in brute strength. He watched as his tail went on the right track he desired it to and landed against Maira's cheek.

Adriana came out of her zoned state and saw the large body of her summon in front of her and his wings acting as a barrier to keep her safe. This was something completely new to the girl as normally her first summon would go off on impulse to protect her and then leave wide open spaces that allowed an enemy to land an attack of Adriana. The thought of her missing the action entered her mind as she tried to see what was happening through the small gaps between Mystic's steel gray other feathers that faced her. It was pretty pointless since it wasn't too much seen through them as the image was very unaligned.

[Noel]

Being called 'short' was, however true, indeed a very touchy topic for both Skye and Maira. Skye had always been small and a bit weak, and naturally had received quite a lot of insults through the years. After awhile he had summons under his command that his peers had yet to be able to call forth, using them so that those other children never bothered him about the topic again, but it remained a sore spot. Maira obviously was not very tall at all and looked honestly quite pathetic when standing among other rank-Bs, so obviously she had been ridiculed much on that topic. Hence her eagerness to attack her newest insulter, who her summoner was angry at as well.

Maira saw the griffin spread out to create a barrier in front of his summon, revealing him to be much larger then she had originally thought. The opposite of Mystic was Maira; she was very small, and although she could hit very hard indeed she simply couldn't reach the mountain-shattering strength of large summons, nor were her limbs long at all leaving her with a very short reach. So she relied on a speed and her opponent not being able to track her very well, and a few good blows to important places.

The tail was slow in comparison to her movements, but it was big. Big meant hard to avoid, as Maira learned and was retaught as it smacked across her cheek, or more accurately, most of her small head. The force made her fly to the side several feet, about a food off the ground. She made herself land hands-first, pushing off the ground to somersault in the air back to her feet. Ouch. That hurt her arms badly, Maira realized with annoyance. Must be out of practice from the fifty year break she had gotten since her last summoning. She would fight more often if Skye allowed her.

She was only on her feet for a second to crouch down, one hand touching the ground, to spring up impossibly high yet again. Showing off was always fun, and on top of blurring the light around her Maira made her image quite shaky, as if she were going forwards and backwards simultaneously, every second. It gave a vibrating effect, making her target harder to guess. Her aim was to ricochet off the ceiling, at an angle that placed her over Mystic, and land down on the summoner girl. However, Skye gave her permission to do something he really shouldn't have.

"Cancel surroundings damage order, instead minor, according to section 21. Speed things up. I've never liked this place anyways." Maira, who's face immediately split with a grin, changed her target on the ceiling just a bit. She knew a mistake when she heard one. Skye hadn't given her all the basic orders yet, one of which was to avoid any chance harm to the summoner unless highly necessary to obey orders.

Everything had a potential to harm a summoner, that was understood. For all they knew, there could be mines under every patch of ground, so taking step could kill their summoner. Unable to do anything that had a chanceto harm the summoner, the summon would be frozen in place.
So changes had been made, which made it so as to complete orders, summons could risk indirect damage. Most summoners ha very strict orders to prevent the summon from doing anything that had a good chance of harming them though.

And Skye didn't have the order said yet that would prevent Maira from doing something a bit more then likely to harm him. It wasn't direct, just something she would do to finish up the orders.

So Maira struck the already somewhat cracked concrete ceiling, hard as she could. It broke almost instantly, given she had struck with quite a bit of force. Thankfully it was highly connected to the frame above and there was only air on top of that so only a few chunks fell away and nothing else. The concrete would 'speed things up', as it was creating a good bit of dust that would make her near invisible if she scattered the light. She also had received permission to cause damage, remember.

Luck was in her favor, but not Skye's. The young boy was very close to the fight after all, and by luck(given that she couldn't do anything deliberate to harm him) one of them at a slight angle, right at him. Maira moved fast, immediately redirecting to try to get the the block in time given she was required to stop it if she could, but as she predicted would happen if a block fell, she did not make it in time.

Skye looked up a second to see a brief second of a grey shape dropping towards him, before a searing agony hit him and he doubled over. Screeching, he clutched at the right side of his face, feeling blood underneath his fingers. He tried to probe the wound, but every little touch was met by pain. "Cancel t-the fight.... protect m-me." He barely forced out, addressing Maira, who took a couched position behind him. Her face was all joy; it was only a pity it hadn't been more then a small concrete rock, preferably something that would have killed him on impact. Her violet eyes glowed brightly as she saw the crimson substance on Skye's face, seeping between the young boy's fingers.

"Looks like this is my win, shortie." Maira sung cheerily, Mystic and Adriana forgotten. Time to enjoy her small win, while Skye was clearly trying both not to cry and scream, and see if his new would would be fatal.

[Artesian]

James skidded to a halt at the bend in the hallway. He was breathing hard from running for less than a minute straight, gasping for air and cursing his lack of physical fitness. His lemur padded to a halt behind him in silence, watching him disdainfully. Ambiroa never breathed and disliked those who did, for inscrutable reasons of his own (possibly having to do with cleanliness). James couldn't fathom the twisted and shallow mind of the summons. He waited for his breath to come easily before ordering, "Row, cancel set 9. Order set 4. Order: Find out what's going on, return swiftly-" he gritted his teeth as a muffled spasm of pain touched his arm like a twisted shoulder joint. "- and, if possible without disobeying any previous orders, bring Ley back with you."

Ambiroa pinned his ears against his head, his eyes expanding with fear to a ridiculous size. James glared at him, while straining to hear what was being said beyond the bend in the corridor. "That was an order. Oh fine, you idiot. Time index Order set 4 to now." The lemur leapt out into the hallway, shimmering into invisibility before he had rounded the bend.

That lemur, James thought with irritation, has no sense of the inevitable. There was no way Amibroa could escape his control; James had summoned and conquered hundreds of sub-As smarter, stronger, and more devious than him. Not that Row ever let reality get in the way of his inclinations. However, he considered, that was what he had wanted in his summon. Power and little intelligence, something easy to harness and control - and his powers! They were incredibly strong for a sub-A, at least as powerful as an ordinary A-type, but without the intelligence to match them. He could easily overpower a human, disguise the appearance of several people at once, and become invisible. Such talents were invaluable to him. He began to regret sending Amibroa to retrieve Ley. She was useful, but replaceable.

It was only a few moments before James heard the thud of a heavy weight falling, and saw the ceiling shake. He smiled widely, confident that no one could see him. He waited impatiently for a few more moments until Ambiroa returned with Ley, took Ley from his dextrous but invisible lemur fingers, and stepped out from behind the bend in the corridor. "Good morning," he said, flicking his eyes over the scene - fallen chunks of plaster, dust filling the air, a ferocious cat-like girl grinning at the fallen boy, a huge gryphon near another summoner, a girl with brilliant red hair. He bit his lip thoughtfully, wishing he could ask the unconscious Ley exactly what had happened. He stroked the feathers on her neck, idly checking for wounds.

"If I were you, I'd run," James said, nodding his head towards the red-headed girl and her gryphon. To have survived a fight with something that could crack a ceiling like that, it had to be a type-B. Interesting. He tried to memorize her face. "Summons fights are not allowed, and you'll be in serious trouble if you're caught." He turned, ignoring her reaction. If she'd listen, she was worth helping. If not, she was an idiot who'd die soon anyway. You did not get to summon type-Bs by lacking foresight. Or rather, you did not survive summoning type-Bs. There were no old, powerful, and strategically incompetent summoners.

Then, he began to walk towards the summoner on the floor, who was cradling his bleeding head. Ouch. It looked bad. He kept one eye on the summon as he approached, ready to back away and let Row defend him as best he could. "Seems you could use a little assistance explaining this? I'm quite sure that demolishing part of the architecture is not permitted," James continued at a low voice, loud enough for the summoner to hear him. He cradled Ley's fragile (but alive) feathered shape in his hands. Her pain was fuzzy in his mind, a dull ache behind his thoughts. He nudged off the ring from his thumb, and the ache faded. "You may be expelled. Permanently."

"Do you want me to help you?" James offered, one wary eye on the clearly unstable summons crouched behind the crumpled shape of the black-haired boy.

Dust spiraled down from the ceiling, and far away, he heard startled voices and footsteps.

[avarice.]

"If you don't want to hear something
that you may be offended by, then don't commit a dumb act for
it to be criticized by another."

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The sound of a loud crunch and bang, as the concrete ceiling fell beneath the pressure of Maira, drew the attention of the girl quickly. She stopped her efforts to see through her summons feathers and reverted her attention to the ceiling as it came crashing down. Luckily it had been supported by beaming that kept the larges portions from falling on all of them or that would have been quite tragic.

She had just now witnessed just how strong a class B summon can really be at it was quite impressive. Was Mystic able to cause this much damage? Well there was only one way to find out but sadly she couldn't do so here. That was pretty much forbidden as this fight between the two students and their summons were. She instantly knew that this would surely draw the attention of everyone and that the only option was to either get away from this spot quickly or just tough out the punishment that the superiors would give to them.

The light gray griffin looked to his summoner as she appeared before him, away form his protective barrier. His ears perked up as he listened to the young summoner command the girl to protect him instead of continue the fight. Mystic had a feeling that he might have been injured but it became much more clear at the sight of crimson liquid running through the gaps of his fingers.

Mystic walked towards Adriana and curled his tail around her feet as he placed his large head against her shoulder once again. His dark brown eyes glued to the boy and his summon before redirecting to an additional voice that entered into the area. Lifting his head from his summoners shoulder, he looked over to another boy that approached them. Giving a snort to him, showing his discontent towards his warning, a click of his beak told him to keep his distance from him and Adriana. He was still pumped up from the short fight that he and the smaller summon had and wanted to release his punt up adrenalin rush.

Adriana rolled her eyes at James suggestive comment and rule stating. She wasn't one to listen to others no follow rules. That's what got her to sneak away and gain control over Μυθικός Ψυχή in the first place. "I appreciate your little warning but that isn't going to make me leave too easy anyways. I don't care for the punishment I may get for doing this little summon fight anyways. It was fun while it lasted and even more interesting to see how that little kid got hurt by his own lack of saying the basic of rules."

Adriana looked at James with a smirk then looked to the boy and his summon. His summon seemed to be very interested in seeing him injured. She turned away from them and towards the clear call behind her. Placing a hand upon Mystic's flank and patted it. "Alright, seeing that this was a bit of a bore and distasteful, shall we go big guy?"

After seeing the nod of her summon, the red-haired girl walked around him and started to make her way down the hall but stopped in her tracks at the sight of people coming in from both directs, boxing in James, Skye, Maira, Amibroa, Mystic and herself. There was no window of escaping now and it looks like they would surely be caught now unless an excuse could be made. One that would surely make the superiors believe the large package of lies.

As the dust from the ceiling continued to fall gradually, Adriana's mind went to work. She lifted her arm, placing her hand upon her red hair, and combed out the small bits of the roofing that had gotten in it. There were more grains on Mystic since he was the closes to the destruction but the griffin didn't seem to care much about it really.

[Noel]

To be frank, Skye had stopped paying attention to anything but his own blood after that concrete rock smashed across his face. His was spinning painfully, and Skye tried to think about some way to get out of this. Even if he ordered Maira to get him out of there, it wasn't like he could magically reattach his face back together, and it was a rule of life to never have a summon do anything medical, given there were just so many ways they could bend the orders to cause a disaster. His only way out was somehow making a good excuse... but he was at a loss in that matter. Skye had long since realized that it was very hard to focus when he couldn't tell if his brain was still intact.

James' first comment went unheard by him, and he only noticed that the other boy had appeared when he looked over and saw Maira's violet eyes locked on him, lip curling into a snarl. Great. He thought to himself in annoyance. A witness. As if escape wasn't already impossible for him. James more or less confirmed that for him when he addressed Adriana alone to tell her to run to escape punishment.

Maira shot him another smirk, and Skye, as if half his face wasn't drenched in blood, gave a kind of feral growl in response. She would pay for that later, when he could find a book with orders of pain in them. It was obvious Maira had been aiming to kill him, and through sheer luck she had actually gotten something to happen. A sub-A or A probably wouldn't have, in that brief moment after he gave the order, found the tiny bit of freedom there that could hurt him. Maira clearly had experience, and the fortune that she didn't have all the basic orders controlling her. Skye really was a victim of bad luck and the temper of the child he was, not so much incompetence. But there was a reason that young children shouldn't be summoning and that he had been forbidden to try a rank B: having a temper was the same as being foolish really.

Seeing James' wary eye on Maira, Skye knew he was going to have to speak. A pity, given the agony in his head was making that very hard. taking a sharp breath, he forced out a few words. "Order Set 17, u-unless it contracts with... previous o-orders." That was to keep Maira from attacking James for nearing him, which the order to protect him would make her do. But if he showed any intention of harm, Maira's talons would be in his neck, or in his summon depending on it's strength, before they could blink. Skye cursed himself for the stammering, something that he never did unless. clearly, he was in a lot of pain.

Before Skye could make himself speak again, James had already finished both of his comments. He didn't notice it, but his small form was shaking badly, a usual side effect of a blow to the head. And blood-loss, which he probably should have cared about.

"Y-yes...thank you..." That was his response to both questions, given that Skye didn't have the energy to clarify, nor, it turned out, the time. Because about a minute after he spoke, Skye gave a shudder, and collapsed into unconsciousness. There was only so much a child could take. A hoard of default came into place when a Summoner passed out, which annoyed Maira greatly. She had been summoned in the clothes she had been wearing when her previous summoner released her(which she had never really understood, given there were several years in between in the summons' land), which was essentially just a pair of dark pants and a shirt, and a small cloak. The last of which she took off, and draped around Skye with a sour expression. She was required to do her best to keep him in good shape, which was not easy.

"He's in shock. Happens when people get a eye knocked in. Get help." Every word was unwilling, and Maira's tone was uncaring and almost bored. But explaining would probably assist in keeping Skye alive, and thus was required. A pity. And then Maira sat down with a sleep expression, although she kept an eye on James just in case he did anything that would trigger the order that would let her attack him, which would make things a little less... dull. Seeing Skye be hurt, that was fun. But now her little summoner had passed out, and life was once again dull. Maira's attention was span was shorter then her height.

[Artesian]

[Ooc: *cracks knuckles* >) ]

Yes. His help had been accepted. Good. Maybe.

James could feel panic rising. He did not like blood, and there was a lot of it on the boy's face. It was... he took a deep breath. He set Ley down on the floor, checking for her breathing as he did so. As an after thought, he picked up a handful of concrete dust and sprinkled it on Ley's feathers to disguise her clean, clearly innocent feathers. As he went down to his knees a few feet away from the summons - order set 17 or not, he did not trust her - the boy passed out, blood still streaming from his forehead. Not good. Not good.

The summons had draped her cloak over the boy's unconscious form, telling him to get help. He snapped back at her, knowing that rudeness couldn't possibly make her want to kill him any more. She was a summons, and a powerful one with a vindictive mind. "Help is on the way, and my leaving your master won't make it get her any faster. Press your cloak gently to the cut on his head to stop the bleeding." There should be a caveat present in her orders, if they were standard, allowing her to perform specific medical treatments if ordered to by an authority figure. He hoped that he counted as an authority figure. He closed his eyes again.

How the **** was he going to explain this? This smallish B summons was plausible (as was his presence) but two? He shot the recalcitrant girl a glare - a bore or not, it was too late to run now - before shutting his eyes, thinking. He wished Ley could help him here; she was amazing at lies and misdirection.

He was fond of her, in his own way, but James had almost never let his emotions get in the way of his goals. He thought.

...

He heard small voices exclaiming with fear and wonder. An entire class of younger children had arrived at the end of the passage behind the girl and her gryphon. She didn't even have the sense to banish it quickly, to hide her involvement in the incident! The children gasped at the sight of her enormous and magnificent summon, as large as a lion, with the glint of a wise intelligence in its eyes. "What 'appened?," one of the youngest girls asked, her eyes huge. A small boy, not much older than seven reached out to touch the gryphon's soft gray fur.

A professor arrived shortly behind the class of about twenty children, her blond hair awry. "What - "
James interrupted her, taking the cloak from the now docile (if surly) summons. "This boy needs a doctor immediately. The lady here," he nodded politely to the summoner with the gryphon, "was offering to have her gyphon take him to the medical building - " He shot her a quick and pleading look, as if to say please don't make this any more difficult for me.

"Certainly not!" The woman snapped, her eyes gleaming. She was already beginning to come to her own conclusions involving damage, fights, and punishment. She turned to her summons, a strong type B with the same shape and size as a bear, with tiny, ridiculous wings. It hovered, improbably above the floor, gazing sadly at the situation. "Drafuz, cancel order set 3. Order set... 25, medical type. Carry him with as much care as is possible. Do not sacrifice speed, if at all possible. Take him immediately to the medical building and deliver him safely into a cot." The bear nodded solemnly, and parted the gaggle of students gently so he could lumber towards the fallen boy, past the gryphon and his summoner.

James drew his fingers through the air in a shorthand version of the banishment spell, mumbling out the words. He would have sent Ley to rest before, but her battered body would be excellent corraboration for his story. He tried to whisper it, hoping no one would hear Ley's true name, "Return to the empty places, Leyandarmal. Cancelling All applicable order sets. Requisat till -" he continued, referencing languages with concepts long since lost from modern English. He held his hand over her form, her broken wing draped over his thumb, till it faded and vanished. His hand spread out, his fingers falling loosely outward. His palm rested on the cold, gritty floor of the corridor.

Meanwhile, the teacher leaned down a little, to bring her face in close proximity to her pupils. "Children, go to the cafeteria now. Remain quiet and calm. Everything is fine." The children nodded uncertainly, and flowed into the ruined cooridor, peering curiously at everything, one of them staring at the place where Ley had disappeared.

James gave him a slightly crooked smile and whispered. "She'll be okay. She just needs time to heal." The child nodded, and continued on, looking thoughtful. Future powerful summoner, James thought. Always thinking, not interested in what everyone else was watching.

James was jerked back to the present when the teachers spoke again. "You though," she said, pointing an authoritative finger at the female summoner and sweeping it like a knife blade towards James, "Are coming with me." She turned on her heels, and clacked off down the hallway, trusting that they'd follow her.

[Ooc: FYI, James has a plan. Really. And Cherish, I apologize for James' rudeness. It's just the character, not me. :-/ ]

[avarice.]

"If you don't want to hear something
that you may be offended by, then don't commit a dumb act for
it to be criticized by another."

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Adriana wasn't sure what to do now. This really never happened to her before and so this was pretty much a new experience for the girl. As she watched the young children crowd around, he attention was caught by the question a little girl asked. She quickly thought of something to say that wouldn't make the little girl become more fearful of the situation. Kneeling down till she was leveled with her, she gave the child a very reassuring smile. "I'm not sure but everything will be just fine. So don't you worry about a thing okay?"

Feeling confident this lie would work on the child, the red haired girl watched to see what her reaction would be. To her relief she accepted it to be the truth. With a soft sigh, he noticed a boy not too far off reach out to touch Mystic. The griffin looked down at the child and was just ready to snap at his hand before Adriana stated a rule to him. Adriana acted quickly so that she wouldn't get into more trouble than she might have been in already with the fact of a child being harmed by a summon, her summon. "Order Set 44: You are to not harm another in any fashion. Not even if they are to touch you or me."

Mystic accepted the rule and watched the small child touch his fur. It was very disturbing but a rule was a rule and there wasn't too much of a loop in it that the griffin could find. The sound of approaching shoes grabbed the summons attention as he looked forward to a blonde female professor. Her expression seemed quite dissatisfying and serious. The griffin's ears laid against his crown before he moved away from them towards his summon's back and side.

Hearing the excuse that James created, she looked at him like he was crazy but his expression and the glance he gave her changed her mind. She sighed and showed she was going to play along with it before turning around to look at the professor. Before she could even say anything the woman shot their excuse down like it was nothing.

Adriana shot the woman a glare before crossing her arms and listening to what else she had to say. She looked to Mystic and figured she might as well rid him from the realm and back to his to rest. With a soft sigh, she faced her summon and extended her hand towards him. The summon figured what his summoner was doing and lowered his head letting her hand rest against his forehead. Being sure that her words couldn't be heard by anyone one but herself and her summon, Adriana spoke lowly for their ears to hear only.

"I return you to your realm for now until further summoning. Leave this realm and take yourself a long rest for next time. Disregard all other orders once you have gone back, Μυθικός Ψυχή." She watched as her summon disappeared into a black cloudy figure and the outline spread through the air dissipating into the surrounding air. Her arm feel to her side before she was startled by the professor. She faced her and watched as her finger pointed towards her and James demanding they follow her.

Adriana knew this was her day to surely get in trouble for something like this. Well, it wouldn't be the first time but still the thought of potentially being expelled never left her mind. Glancing back to James before moving her eyes towards the superior as she walked away, the girl followed without a sign of being protestant.

(( Lol. All's good. I understand that :3 ))

[bearcups]

{ -----------------Summoner ----------------- }

Username: aeiou.
Name: Benedict Rouge. (Ben -- eh -- dict / roo -- je.)
Nickname: He dislikes being called Ben, and would prefer you didn't make up any nicknames for him. However, you may if you feel the need to do so.
Age: He is eighteen years old.
Gender: Male.

Description: Although Benedict doesn't speak often, you can feel the power radiating off of him. He is a very dangerous and manipulative man when he wants to be, but, true to his nature, he tries not to be. He has very broad shoulders and a semi-muscular body. He isn't overly "fit" but he can run fast enough when he needs to, and take care of anyone who proves to be a problem. He does have a temper but he can control it, with the help of his summon.
Height: Even at sixteen, Benedict towers over people at a height of six foot two inches. He hopes that his growth will either slow down or stop altogether due to the fact that he dislikes intimidating people with his height.
Weight: 14 stone. (Would you like me to convert it to pounds? :3)

Personality: Due to Benedict's strict upbringing, he is quite the boring teenager. He regards almost everyone with disinterest and would rather read a book than listen to someone rambling about their day. He has a good sense of humor and can be quite cheerful, but it is rare to see him smile and even rarer to see him laugh.

He has a violent temper that almost never surfaces, but when it does it is best to agree with him, avoid him and be silent. He only seems to show any kind of affection to his summon and even then it is of a calm origin.

History: Benedict grew up in a fairly rich household. He was constantly pumped with information that, at the time, was useless to him. He wanted to play around with his small summon, Zeta, constantly but his father had none of it. When he was 7, his father had his own, larger, more powerful summon, dispose of Zeta. Benedict was then trained intensively before being sent away to a private trainer. When he returned, he returned summonless, to an empty household. He has stayed in his large building, occasionally hiring people to clean up after him, but nothing has changed besides his new summon. He has opened his house to all summoners and their summons that find themselves lost or abandoned, and, although not many cross his path, he has never turned any of them away.
Any goals?: He doesn't have any particularly important goals, though he does strive to protect his own home and anyone inside of it. He also runs it as a bit of a hotel and does have to hide a few things from the power hungry government, including his own summon.
Crush?: Benedict isn't looking for a relationship right now.
Summons under their control? Fisk.
Other: I think its worth mentioning that he's gay. c:

{ ----------------- Summon ----------------- }

Username: aeiou.
Name: Fisk.
Nickname: Fist, Fisky, Frisky, Blue-boy.
Age: He's pretty young, only around 200 or so years.
Gender: Male.
Rank: A.

Form(animal, humanoid, etc): Human-ish. He has a tail that he hides when going out in public, and can ignite his own flames when needed. He has very little to no control over them, and fears using them. His ears are also quite pointed and look like they belong to an elf, as well as his teeth which are abnormally sharp.
Description: Fisk isn't particularly muscular. He's quite slim, and it gives him the appearance of a fourteen year old. He has long legs and thick hair, and olive colour skin. He's constantly chatting away, often speaking for Benedict when questions are asked, and always going somewhere. He follows Benedict everywhere he goes and runs errands for him.
Height: 5ft 11 inches.
Weight: 12 stone.
Abilities? Very strong, agile and fast but not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Personality: Fisk is at risk of having emotional breakdowns, which are usually triggered by remembering the death of his first summoner. He considered him his father, and was heartbroken over it. This makes him quite the emotionally ruined and sensitive, though he is happier when he is having a good time. He thinks of Benedict as his older brother, and is the perfect opposite. He's happy, cheerful, hyperactive and protective, though he can lose his rag and become aggressive sometimes.

He naturally has a very child like way of living, and is therefore very playful. He thinks of life like a game and retains that way of thinking even when fighting. Although he acts as Benedicts butler as well as his summon, he can't help but have a cheeky way of speaking.

History(Just a few lines is good): Benedict summoned Fisk accidentally back when Benedict was 15. He had felt a pang of emotion and tried out a summoning chant, and suddenly Fisk appeared in a blubbering wreck. He explained how he'd accidentally slaughtered his previous summoner and Benedict promised he'd help Fisk out. Three years later, here he is.
Any goals?: Simply to please Benedict.
Who is their summoner?: Benedict.

[Artesian]

[Ooc: Are people waiting for me? I was wondering if Kiro was going to post...?

*pokes thread with a stick* ]

[Noel]

((*is poked with stick* Ow. xD I confess I was waiting for you(since Skye is unconscious and I'm not sure what to do with Maira) and I have no time to post today. Dx
If you want me to post though, I might be able to.... Monday. Dx

Oh, yeah. Edit: aeiou: please add a bit more length to their personalities, this is semi-literate+ (: ))