~Carry My Voice~ Alchemist Rp (3X3)

[Kokonutkairi]

˚•Zuni•˚

I anchored the land with my bottom jaw. My vocal chords had retired, and I was unable to utter a single sound. When you're me, that's a HUGE deal. Like the world-could-end-next deal. I was a statue erected upon the ground I stood, unable to move. I was a frozen, gaping mute.
School?! What the heck was that boy thinking!?! This wasn't a part of the plan we had agreed on today! Okay, maybe "we" was really "I", while a few threats here and there were used to reach the point of "agreed". But whatever gets the job done, right? Besides, my plans always work--just ask Allen. In the end, even he tends to admit I was right and negotiating with my plans was always for his benefit.
That seemed to have slipped his mind.
Finally, my voice returned to me, and instantly I bellowed, "Allen, you idiot!" My legs regained motility, immediately rocketing into a rush after my brother. "The Darksiders are bound to be loitering in such a crowd of people!"
"If you were so worried about all of that, you wouldn't be a redhead right now!" He called back. A low, throaty growl escaped me and punctured the air as I allowed my bright red locks to fade and darken to an insipid, mousy brown. "Evading the Darksiders is exactly why a school's the most ideal place to go!" He continued. If may legs didn't ascend my speed soon, Allen would be consumed by the horizon. "The more people there are around, the less probable it will be that the Darksiders will be able to find us!"
Grudgingly, I had to admit this was true. If we were to merge with the hordes of people that usually inhabited schools, the Darksiders would have an easier time finding a needle in a haystack than the two of us in a bustling container of kids.
"Okay, but only for a bit..." I decided, despite my bruised ego. I was the elder sibling! I was supposed to be the one with all the ideas! By going completely along with Allen's plan would be admitting defeat! But it was quite an ingenious plan... and in a way I had concocted this brilliant idea, since I had been the one who had led us here after all. However, when I said "a bit", I really meant a bit. No longer than that. And soon, we would be following my original plan, the way it should be.

* * * * * *

Allen sprinted the entire way, as if a ravenous, rampaging bear was on his tail. Even to my swift self, he didn't appear to be any taller than my finger, for he remained that far ahead. "Geez," I mumbled. "I knew that he has always wanted to go to school, but this might as well have been Christmas morning, the school being a gigantic present!" What an odd child. It'd better be more about the learning aspect and the actual school than that awful girl! I thought with disgust, shivers scaling my body as my mind conjured an image of my brother's captor.
That's when I saw the school.
Something was... very wrong about the school. We were still smack dab in the middle of the woods. Yet, here was the school, awaiting our arrival. That's... weird.
"Allen!" I yelled, panic slithering up my spine. Any reason why a school was built in the center of a forest is not a good reason. "This place isn't safe!" But he had already rounded the corner, entering the school. I made a beeline after him.
Inside the building, it was quite chilly, at least compared to the steamy Florida summer outside. The innards of the school were cut and polished, pristine and perfect. The walls glowed with a gleaming yet subtle white. The entire interior design looked to be something warped directly from somewhere in Europe's long history, surrounding me in an array of elaborate patterns all around. The ceiling yawned upwards, to the point I was sure the goal in building it so high was to reach the heavens.
I caught a glimpse of Allen's shaggy blond hair before it receded from my view behind a door. I was reaching out to open the same door and follow him inside when a woman with dark brunette hair arranged in a tight bun blocked my entryway. Her hair was so shiny, it looked like you could throw a disco party with it. A pair burgundy spectacles perched perfectly on her perfect face. Not a hair was out of place on this prissy lady. Even before she spoke a single syllable, her stern expression declared her intentions.
"Class has started, miss," she informed me, her icy voice sending the building into even more gelid temperatures. "So attend it."
I gave her a nice death glare with my red gaze. "My brother just went in there."
"This is the library, where study hall takes place. He is in the correct location. You are not." Her mouth was a terrible line, as thin as the heels on the stilettos she wore. How she managed to cut me off so quickly with shoes like those was beyond me.
"This is my class," I lied.
"No it isn't," the woman announced in a matter-of-fact tone. "Because I am the teacher."
I knew I wasn't going to find Allen anytime soon.

•˚Allen˚•

I spotted her enter through here, I know I did, I told myself, assessing what appeared to be the school library. In this spacious room, the ceiling stretched even further upwards, as if the building's designers built this school in the image of a church or castle from fourteenth-century France. It was truly amazing, especially after encountering such a dull exterior. It had looked like your average high school on the outside, but the interior was entirely different novel. It was as if I had suddenly time-traveled to 1300s Europe. It wasn't just a slab of a building, like many modern structures; it was a wondrous collaboration of both art and math, working together in harmony. It was all almost as beautiful as--
Her! There she is! The blond beauty was engrossed in a book, muttering something that didn't sound to be English to herself. She appeared to be very absorbed in her book and unusual soft chanting, so I doubted she would notice if I approached her. Just to be sure though, I concealed myself behind a mountainous bookcase so I could watch this extremely cute girl. I was accustomed to years of hiding from the Darksiders, so it was quite unlikely she would be capable of discovering my hiding spot and busting me for being a stalker.
As I continued to observe this girl, perusing and practicing her peculiar language, I wished more than I ever had in my entire fifteen years of life that I could read (and I've always desperately wished so). If I had the ability to read, I could decipher the title of this lovely lady's book, perhaps riddle out what language it was in, and construct a clever introductory line. I could begin with a friendly, "You enjoy reading (insert title here)? I love (Insert title here)! Why, it is a favorite among books, a jewel by itself!"
She would then giggle that adorable little laugh she was sure to possess, shortly proceeding to the "good parts".
If only I could read.

[~StarlightSombra~]

~Alica Varden~

I kept muttering as power formed in my hands. When I heard something..movement. I shut the book and the energy that was on my hands went away. "Hello?" I asked grabbing the book,I clucthed it tightly to my chest. "Whose there..show yourself..." I said in a soft voice. I walked along the bookshelfs. "I won't hurt you...if your not one of the Darksiders "I said looking amongst one bookshelf,I saw something shimmer in the dim light,something..blonde hair. I went toward it and grabbed soemthing...what was it...it felt like a arm. "Who are you?" I asked wodneringly,my blue eyes going darker. I pulled the arm into the direct light where I could see the figure....My eyes went wide when I saw it was the boy from this morning. "It's you... "I said my face going red. "I'm sorry..." I said and let go of his arm. "I'm sorry..I'll let you go back to what you were doing..." I said and then went to back to my table. I couldn't study after that,I decided to take out my drawing book where I wrote and drew acient alchemy symbols that I saw in my mind. I opened to a new page and drew the boy,his bright blonde hair and those wonderful eyes and that....handsome figure..I sighed in likeness..was what Mira said was true..I had a crush on this guy that out of no where appered before my eyes like he was sent to me from god ..he was like a blonde hair blue eyes angel. ..but I didn't know his name.

~Skye Varden~

I walked back in the main after I finshed eating. "You'll be fighting agianst you trianers.." I said looking at them. "Now go!" I said in my commanding tone. "I want to see movment every minuete we watse the good side is getting stronger!" I said as dark energy formed in my hands. I stomped out mad. I went to my room and sat there,looking outside. "We must win!" "Yes..you must" a voice rang out in the dark. "Dr. John Dee" I said and went to him and kneeled in front of him. "sir" I said. "Get up,you don't need to ddo that everytime I walk in." He said. "Sorry sir" I said getting up. "Now,what is the plan?" He asked. "Sir..we are training today.." I said. "Good...cause the girl with the silver aura..has met the boy with the gold..we need to be more powerful then ever to stop them"

[Miko <3]

.:Topaz:.

"Look at what you've done and did, Rai!" I hissed, my flushed with rage when he seemed to have angered Skye. I drew a dagger from my belt and kept slashing at him. He probably soiled my chances with him anyway, which just made me hate him more. I kept lashing out at him, occasionally making contact with his skin. It didn't take me long to have him at my mercy. Sad thing is, if I wasn't so angry at him right now, it would be the exact opposite. I had my blade at his throat and he was down on the floor. "You're just lucky that I care about you, or I wouldn't hesitate to kill you." They were dry threats. The only ones I'd kill would be the alchemists and their followers. Sighing, I let Rai get back to his feet and folded my arms across my chest, my back turned toward him.

.:Rai:.

"What I did? All I did was ask a question. What's wrong with that?" I then realize she drew her blade and lunged at me. To counter, I drew my own and lashed back out at her. But, with her blinding rage, she was landing more hits than I could block. Her knife scored my chest, arms, and face. I ended up falling onto my back and she sat on my chest with the blade pointed directly at my neck. "You're just lucky that I care about you, or I wouldn't hesitate to kill you," I heard her say to me, and she made a cut line along my neck as if to show that I would have been dead if this continued. Then she got up and turned her back toward me. "Yeesh. What makes you so sure that he won't turn around and break your heart? Huh? Why not find someone else anyway? I feel that he's not the one for you." I ended up sighing and rose to my feet again, tending to my deeper wounds. "Can't you just drop this stupid argument? We won't get anywhere if we fight over every little thing."

[Kokonutkairi]

•˚Allen˚•

Despite the fact that I could detect puffs in the air each time I exhaled, it felt like the sun was having a personal face-off with me.
I was stupid... so stupid. It didn't matter that it was second nature veiling myself from the view and sneaking around--when it came to a cute girl, I was a total klutz, breathing loudly and bumping into every available bookshelf like a drunk. It's because of this that it wasn't that much of a shock when she discovered my hiding place, although, I can't say I wasn't throughly embarrassed.
"Who are you?" She asked after grabbing my arm, promptly sending a tingle through that extremity, continuing through the rest of my body.
"I--I can explain!" I cried, attempting to shield my stifling face with my hands. However, that soon proved to be a failure since my right arm was held captive by this young woman and my left hand alone wasn't the greatest defense when it was solo. She recognized me as soon as she dragged me into brighter lighting.
"It's you..." She spoke in a voice of benevolence. Unless the atypical lighting was distorting my vision, I could have sworn roses as deep as scarlet sprung upon her ivory cheeks.
Okay, that was definitely the lighting; there was no getting around that. There was no way that a girl with such alluring features, a complete family, an incredible house on the riverside, and a school to attend would like me. I'm homeless, a state of (barely) living that hasn't been any different for as far back as my memories will allow me to go. It was quite possible that she was able to locate me because I stank so very terribly. I hadn't bathed in so long, I had lost count of the days. I didn't reek in the least bit to myself (since I had grown used to the putrid scent), but to a lovely lady whose shower was merely a knob-turn away, I probably smelled like a had just risen from a garbage dump. Man, since when had I become so self-conscious!?
"I'm sorry," she apologized (For what? I was the one who was basically stalking her!) and released my arm. "I'm sorry," the girl repeated. "I'll let you go back to what you were doing..."
"Wait!" I attempted to halt her actions. However, I found it was difficult to say much of anything around this living doll. I fumbled with my words, feeling as if I were learning to speak all over again. She retreated back to her table, only now she was sketching out intricate symbols that looked to be of alchemic origin. Rewind... she knew alchemy!? (That would explain the silver flashes of energy I had subconsciously noticed flaring from her hands earlier). The only alchemists Zuni and I had ever encountered were the Darksiders and obviously, ourselves. Was this girl perhaps a Darksider hiding behind a kind mask? Even though my sister and I have stumbled across Darksiders posing as innocent, warmhearted people before, I still couldn't accept that this girl was one of them. I couldn't explain it--it was if she released a different emanation than the rest.
I decided to return to watching the babe. Hey, she did tell me to go back to what I was doing.
Now she had switched from sketching alchemic representations to drawing an increasingly detailed picture. As I watched her etch her pencil about the paper, simple lines morphed into a human, which became a young man, molding into... me.
Heat exploded like fireworks about my face. This girl was drawing... me?!
Seeing that she was drawing me, she most likely wasn't expecting me to be observing her work. In that case, if I uttered a single comment considering the picture, I would surely startle her. Ah, but it was too irresistible! I had to have an excuse to talk to this delightful lass again.
"It's apparent you have a gift there, miss," I told the girl as I approached her. "He looks quite a bit like someone I know."

˚•Zuni•˚

My blood felt like it had solidified. It was so frigid in this school, as if meat was being frozen instead of children being taught. There was no reason to crank up the A.C. this much, even in a school plopped in the middle of the woods of the steam bath called Florida. My appendages were entering the first stages of frostbite by becoming a waxy yellow. Each fingernail felt as if they had a two ton weight perched on them. I was suddenly not too happy about the tank top and the pair of short-shorts I was wearing.
That's when it clicked.
"Teaching is just your day job," I said, becoming more confident by the second of my discovery as the temperature proceeded to descend. "Isn't that right, Darksider?"
The uptight "teacher" looked amused. "You figured it out so fast." She removed her slim frames, revealing an icy glower. Not so amused. "What a rude student! You didn't even allow me to eliminate you with my alchemy first!"
The wicked librarian then interrupted herself, whipping out some serious ice alchemy. Armies of glistening ice erupted from the floor, nearly impaling me. Fortunately, I was spry enough to leap out of the reach of the frozen daggers, which were as beautiful and deadly as the woman summoning them. Unfortunately, more of these ice weapons were sprouting from the very ground I was preparing to land on!
I preformed an emergency side roll, narrowly dodging the vicious sub-zero spikes. My side cried out in pain after I took the unexpected dive. I wouldn't be surprised if my body wanted to sue me. I did my best to tuck the pain away, unsheathing my dagger and throwing myself back into the ring. I avoided a fresh entourage of plummeting icicles as I held my weapon at the ready and prepared to strike this frosty fiend. But she was always one step ahead of me.
Once she had lured me close--too close--the Darksider bombarded me with veins of ice that rooted my feet to the ground.
My strong point was being able to draw close to opponents, and she had used this against me, biding her time until it was too late for me to fall back. Clever, but how had she known? It was as if she had known my every move... as if she knew me better than, well... me.
I lost it. "Rrrraaaaaaaawwwwwwrrrrr!!!!" I raged with the ferocity of a captured wild animal, which I basically was. "I'm not finished with you yet, lady!"
"Oh, I believe you are." The Darksider spoke in a cool, controlled manner that gloated, I'm better than you and I know it. I couldn't stand such disdain. I roared, slashing at the ice with the will of hundreds. Yet, my encasement would not crack, not even giving in as much as a budge. I howled in frustration at the impossible predicament I was in, but that frustration only caused me to increase my dagger's delivery and intensity--more slashes and stronger stabs. The same disappointing result occurred.
"Too bad," the ice alchemist patronized, dripping with false sympathy. "That is not normal ice, my dear. It is highly durable. You might as well give up with that pathetic excuse of weapon you have there." She gestured towards my dagger, of which my grip tightened upon it. "Besides, even if you could break through, the ice is intertwining with your veins and nerves as we speak, seizing them in an icy grip. Translation for dummies:"--I glared at this--"Breaking free of this ice would result in irreversible damage, such as never again being able to walk. Would you really want that?"
I screamed with undeniable fury. I was so angry with this woman that I was literally at a loss for words. The beast within me had grasped complete control. But why wasn't anyone coming to help me?
"Well now," she responded calmly, not even looking a bit fazed. "You just wait here like a good girl, okay? I'm going to seal this last door with my extra-special ice that you have been enjoying so much."
I growled,
"Now now!" She said waving her hands as if she were overwhelmed, even though she obviously wasn't. "There's enough for everyone! I just need to apply some on this door so those two little brats can't escape." And with that, she froze the door Allen had entered.
I stifled a cry. No, I was stronger than that. But this was my brother. Perhaps not by blood, but definitely by heart. As the older sister, it was my eternal duty to protect him. And now I had failed miserably. My tears froze into clumps as they landed on my feet.
"Awww, the brave little alchemist is sobbing like a baby," the ice woman mocked. "Don't worry--I'll be coming back for them as soon as I'm done delivering you.
The last sensation I felt was ice encasing my entire body.

[~StarlightSombra~]

~Alica Varden~

He seemed so shy,and embaressed,and even nervous around me..could..he..like me also. I took those thoughts away out of my head and worked on the pictures,every little detial..."Done" I said and looked at it..even the boy said it looks like someone he knows. "It's you..." I said looking at him,my face still slightly red. "Would..you like to come over after school today?" I asked looking back at the drawing. Then out of no where screams, my sneses kicked in,as my hearing went to normal. I bolted out of the chair and ran to the main door,I grabbed the handle "It's locked!" I said then tried running into it...which only resolved me on the ground..on my butt...with head pain. "Who locked the door,and..." I said getting up. I heard ice.."An ice alchemist..." I said then went to the boy. "We need to get out an fast." I said grabbing my backpack after shoveing the closed drawing pad in there. "My house..now "I said and found a secret hidden back door to the library. Just in case if an dark siders try to get me. I bolted holding the book in my tight grasp,didn't want them getting it..and the boy behind..hopefully.....he was. We bolted to my house. "Mom,Dad!" I yelled out as I opened the big wooden door leading into the house. "What?" My mom asked walking out from the living room,her hair blakc as night with strands of silver and her bright green eyes like bright forests. "We..had to run..all doors frozen..ice alchemist..possible Darksider" I said trying to regain my breath. "Deary are you okay? Nick!" Mom yelled. "yes Perry?" My dad asked walking from the library. Mom told him what happened..but then hey asked whose the boy. "He was in the library with me.."Well....first..you both need a shower" Dad said. I laughed. "What is your name young man?" My mom asked while I was going to my room. "Hey come on" I said as I was going up the hardwood maple stairs.

~Skye Varden~

"Well I have a few Darksider's at the school,they could of gotten one of them or kept wacth..as long as they don't know we are fine" I said my hand sbehind my back. "I must get back to them" I said and left Dr.John Dee there. I made it to the trianing feild..I hadn't missed much anyway. Most of them werr ussless but they wanted to join. I kept my eyes on Rai and Topaz...the girl seem interested in me,I smirked. "Good job" I said to them..possibly scareing them. "Rai work more on technique and topaz on power" I said then kept walking cause of one of the guards called me to the door. "What is it?" I asked and noticed my ice alchemist has come back. "Hello Miss Sandra "I said with a wicked smile. She smiled and shwoed me the ice figure and told me it was one of the good ones. "ah..nice job..but her in a cell maybe she can give us information on where they are." I said and told the guards to take her down.

[Miko <3]

.:Rai:.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I muttered when he told me my flaws. It only seemed to be Topaz that was actually taking his advice to heart. She moved away from me and began to take down other members of the Darksiders. But, my interest was on something else right now. That ice figure that was brought in here. There as a girl inside, and I could see that. As the guards brought her down the hallway and in the direction of the dungeon, I couldn't help but follow. For whatever reason, I couldn't keep my eyes off that girl. As I silently trailed along after the guards, I averted my gaze from the frozen girl. If I really was growing attracted to her, it would probably be one of the most forbidden relationships out there. Of course, that is if the girl saw any interest in me anyway. I lightly touched my face all the while. I was a mess after that fight with my sister. Cuts and bruises everywhere, and my hair was just an awful mess. But, I was just dying to see her. Somehow, someway, she would have to be thawed out.

.:Topaz:.

The compliment on our work caught me off guard, but I smiled when Skye mentioned that. So, I began to spar with other members to gain my strength. I was still fueled by the fact that Rai didn't want me to be with Skye, though it was kinda obvious that I wanted to be. So, as I sparred with another person, he ended up cowering against me like Rai had. Was it because I was a girl that they weren't doing anything back? I was irritated with that too. "Fight against me, you coward!" I hissed, but then I had let my rage get too much of me. The person I was sparring with was dead at my feet. "What have I done?" I uttered under my breath, and glanced around warily. I ended up dropping my blade and running off. I sat up against a wall not too far from the scene and held my head in my hands. He wasn't an enemy, he was a friend. An ally. And now we were one member short because of me. I just felt so awful and guilty now. If it was an alchemist, I wouldn't have cared about that person's death. Actually I would be happy. But now I was just afraid, I just kept my hands over my ears and closed my eyes, as if that would just shut me off from the world.

[Kokonutkairi]

Colt colt colt colt... The sound of Sandra's heels meeting the cold marble floor sent echoes all around and chills creeping up everyone's spines. Her ebony bun was so fixed so firmly and precisely to the back of her head that it didn't even budge as she propelled a cart along. Her prisoner, frozen in ice, was positioned upon this cart. A girl with choppy, chestnut brown hair pulled back in a quick ponytail, a tall and muscular body build, and borderline red eyes was a description of the prisoner's appearance, at least at the moment. Her attire included a close-fitted camouflage tank top with a pair of forest green shorts that were quite daring. A big brown belt with a bulky silver buckle completed the look.
Sandra smirked with egoistical pride. Dr. John Dee had been wise to entrust her with this assignment. Like a spider, she had been waiting in patience for the boy of the Gold Aura and the metamorphosis to come to the alchemy school and fall into her trap. She dealt with being the librarian and study hall teacher for quite a while now, biding her time as she observed the girl with the silver aura. Regularly, this ice alchemist reported valuable information about the girl to the other Darksiders, in exchange for intelligence on the boy and the metamorphosis that they had gathered over the years as they tracked them. Yes, the alchemy nomads believed all was fine with the world each time they had evaded the Darksiders once again. In reality, however, each "victory" for the pair had really been yet another chance for the Darksiders to gather more information on the alchemists. This was how Sandra had come to acquire the metamorphosis's strengths and weaknesses, ultimately leading to her capture. Sandra had always known that she was the best among the Darksiders--now everybody else knew that as well.
As the ice alchemist approached Leader Varden, she reviewed her list of goals in her mind: Lured the alchemists into the school? Check. Trapped every student in school in their individual classrooms, including main goal of snaring gold and silver auras? Check. Brought metamorphosis back to base? Yes, check. Brought gold and silver auras back to base? That was next on the list.
Now that Sandra had eliminated all means of escape for the two little brats, she knew that they would still be locked in the library when she arrived with reinforcements. There was nothing to worry about. The alchemists of silver and gold would finally be within the Darksiders' grasps. The war was as good as theirs. And it would be all thanks to Sandra.
"Hello, Miss Sandra," Skye Varden greeted her with a smile she thought was grotesque. She believed there was nothing more disgusting than a mere fourteen-year old in the body of a steroid-induced college football player. It was unbearable to Sandra that that big oaf was in charge of this joint, instead of herself. The alchemist of ice feigned a return beam, showing off her capture.
"Ah... nice job," Varden responded. "Put her in a cell. Maybe she can give us information on where they are.
"But sir!" Sandra attempted to get a word in edgewise as Varden directed the guards to wheel the metamorphosis to the prison. We already know where the boy and the girl are! They're just where I left them--detained and awaiting reinforcements and myself to bring them here. They're right where I left... them.
Instead of goose-bump-generating dread, Sandra felt scalding foreboding hiking up her own spine. Something had gone wrong.

•˚Allen˚•

"It's you," she responded to my comment on her artwork, blushing profusely as she answered.
"Of course, silly!" I grinned, causing my eyes to crinkle as I lightly teased the lady. "I'm someone I know." (Although, it certainly did not feel like that at the second!) Most of the time, I was the polar opposite from Zuni--calm, cool, and collected. I was quiet, but I had never felt shy, at least, not until today! From the moment I had first laid eyes upon this alluring alchemist, I've desired to describe everything in the world I held dear to me, from the stars and sun to my sister Zuni. I would end my list of cares with her, of course, this nameless damsel of ethereality.
Nevertheless, around her I felt so shy I could barely utter a single intelligible word. I was merely a being of endless stutters and blushes in her presence. Oh why is it so much easier to write all of this on paper than to speak it?!
"Would... you like to come over after school today?" She asked me in that delicate voice of a bell.
Before I could reply, screams penetrated the hushed atmosphere of the library. I immediately recognized these cries--they belonged to Zuni!
"Zuni!" I shouted, banging on the doors that would not budge.
"It's locked!" The girl announced, aiding me in our attempt to break down the doors. She promptly fell backwards and injured herself. I abandoned my position at the doors and rushed to her side, only to be interrupted by more howls of distress and strange shattering-like sounds. I couldn't even decipher what the maiden was saying over the raucous until she directly approached me and spoke with all seriousness, "We need to get out and fast."
"But my sister's out there!" Even as I voiced this, I knew there was no way we could rescue Zuni trapped in here. I prepared to brace myself as the girl gathered her possessions--including her drawing pad--and stuffed them into her backpack.
With her bag draped across her shoulder and a book clasped between her hands, she ordered, "My house... now."
As we escaped through a secret passageway behind a bookshelf, and scrambled out of there, one single thought was all that was left in my mind: Zuni... what will happen to Zuni!? We need to save Zuni! Why aren't we saving Zuni!?!?!
The two of us raced along the riverside, just as my sister and I had done earlier that day. After a short amount of time that I spent eternity worrying about Zuni, we arrived at the perfect lady's perfect house with--you guessed it--her perfect family inside.
We dashed into her house, the girl calling for her parents. Instantly, they came to their daughter, questioning her about whatever was the matter. I immediately decided that they were my dream parents. When her mom emerged, although different in hue, she possessed the same trusting eyes as her daughter.
The girl made an effort to explain what had happened, but she was so out of breath that she was just as tongue-tied as I was earlier. Her father then appeared, who was apparently called "Nick". He scrutinized me up and down, asking, "Whose the boy?"
"He was in the library with me," his daughter answered.
"Well... first... you both need a shower," Nick responded, scrunching up his face. The girl laughed at this, while I began to study my shoes in embarrassment.
"What is your name, young man?" The mother, Perry, inquired me.
I was still quite consumed by my "well-worn" (a nice phrase) black sneakers when I replied quietly, "Allen."
"Hey, come on," the girl invited me, intervening on whatever reaction her parents had in store for me.
"Hold on!" I called back, scaling up the stairs after her. "I still need to save Zuni!" As much as I already loved this girl and her family, I regretted disobeying Zuni and dragging her to her doom with the Darksiders. After all these years of narrowly escaping with our lives, the Darksiders had won. My dear sister was captured--possibly murdered--and it was all my fault.

[~StarlightSombra~]

~Alica Varden~

As we got to my room,I opened the door and threw my stuff on my bed. "You knew the girl being atatcked.." I said the paced. "Zuni...Zuni" I said paceing. "Ah!" I said and scrambled around on ym desk till finding th right thing "Zuni the metamorphis alchemist..I have records on the good siders.." I said smieling. "Surpriseing..you look nothing like her..but still relation..no last name" I said studying this.."We can save her ..but not yet...." I said grumbaling and setting the paper down and standing at the window. "There is one reason,I will no go" I said sighing and still looking out the window. "My supossedly adopted older brother...Skye "I said my head agianst the window. "If I go,then we will be stuck also..." I said then walked to him. "I'm sorry..if I can't help...."But I don't want you stuck eiather.." I sat down on my side of the bed my head in my hands. "Cause if they capture us..the world will belong to Dr.John Dee and the Dark Elders.." I said sadly...I then moved and got my bag,I took out my drawing pad. "Here" I said takeing out the picture of him. "For you "I said and then looked at the symbols and kept working on them.

~Skye Varden~

I walked back to the trianing center to find topaz running off and hideing in the shadows. I noticed the dead body,grumbled then walked voer to her. "Topaz.." I said softly placeing a hand on her shoulder. "Whats wrong?" I aksed looking at her hopeing she looked at me.

[Miko <3]

.:Topaz:.

"I killed him, I killed him," I kept uttering under my breath. I wouldn't feel so guilty if it wasn't a comrade who I had taken the life of. I'd be proud of myself otherwise, but I didn't feel a sense of pride in this. I tried to avoid his gaze for the longest time, but it was hard to. I ended up looking up at him, "Please don't punish me for it. It was an accident, I swear it." I was still shaking a little from the event. "Don't think of me as weak, Sir. If it wasn't a comrade I had killed, then I wouldn't be acting like this."

.:Rai:.

And there she was. A beauty sealed away in a casing of ice. "If I could help you I would, in exchange for a kiss," I said in a soft tone to myself. But setting the alchemist free would just result in my death. It would ruin the plans that Skye had prepared ages ago. Plus, the alchemist that was trapped probably wouldn't view me the same way as I did her. Then again, I wouldn't blame her. Then I decided it would be best that I keep those thoughts to myself. If I uttered anything else about freeing her, I could be sent into one of those cells too. I guess the least I could do would be to keep her company. If someone's alone for too long, don't they start to lose their sanity? Well at least I would be able to keep her sane, even if I'm not the person she wants to be talking to. I slipped into the dungeon and quickly tried to give myself a better appearance. I ruffled my blonde hair and tried to cover up the injuries my sister inflicted on me. But with my shirt nearly being cut to shreds, it was next to impossible to do. I pretty much looked the best I would without a shower or new clothes. Now, all I had to do was wait for that ice to thaw out some. I'd feel stupid if I had a one sided conversation with her right now.

[Kokonutkairi]

•˚Allen˚•

"No... no... it can't be...!" I muttered to myself as I followed the girl. "First Hopi... now Zuni?! And it's my fault. It's all my fault. Their lives are lost... all because of me..." I was so preoccupied with this self-loathing that I did not receive a rush of embarrassment from being in my love interest's bedroom.
"You knew the girl being attacked...?" She questioned, patrolling the perimeter of her room with a expression of another world upon her face.
I nodded with a heart that felt like lead. "Her name is--was--Zuni."
"Zuni... Zuni," the girl's contemplations flitted about the room. "Ah!"
I could tell that she had had a lightbulb moment, for her eyes became the size of saucers as she began to dig through the towering mountain of possessions littered upon an undetectable surface.
Is that supposed to be a desk under all of that? I gaped in wonder. I couldn't even begin to imagine owning so many items and assets and such.
Miraculously, the young lady was able to locate a yellow folder. It wasn't exactly in mint condition (most likely because it was buried under all of that rubbish), but it was still legible, and that was all that was needed.
Removing the documents from within the worn file, the girl began, "Zuni the Metamorphosis Alchemist."
I blinked. "How...?"
Beaming, she replied, "I have records on the good siders."
The young woman studied my sister's photo, squinting as she carried out the examination. "Surprising... you look nothing like her... but still relation... no last name."
I peered at the photograph. "Ah, it appears that was taken during her gothic phase," I grinned, scratching my chin as I recalled that rather interesting period of time.
Turning to the girl, I explained, "Zuni was the metamorphosis alchemist, so of course she could chose whether to look like my sister or appear drastically different." I remembered how she would, on occasions, don blond hair and the eyes of a golden-dappled ocean to match me. Sometimes people even mistook us for twins. I would always return these comments with a smile. On those days, I would really, truly feel like her brother, as if a simple alteration in her appearance could change the fact the we did not share the same blood. I refrained from telling the girl all of this.
"Farewell," I called to her as I began to walk briskly down the stairs. "I'm off to rescue my sister."
The next sentence out of this girl's mouth caused me to halt in my tracks. "We can save her... but not yet..."
I scowled. Never before had I felt this antsy. "Are you insane?! We can't just plop down on our behinds and and wait for a miracle! She may as well be already murdered by those wretched, good-for-nothing, Darksiders!" I glared for a second, then reverted to a confused blink. I had sounded so much like Zuni. Generally I was the guy in charge of being Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected, but now I was uttering the same words Zuni would have spoken in this situation! I guess Zuni's kidnapping affected...
I clenched my teeth, trying not to allow the bulge forming in my throat to escape. Only a loser would start bawling in front of his crush.
"There is one reason I will not go," She spoke in nearly a whisper. "My supposedly adopted older brother... Skye "
"Look, it's not my problem that you don't exactly see eye to eye with your brother!" I shouted in her direction. As soon as the sentence slipped from my mouth, I regretted it. I had sounded like I didn't care about this girl's feelings, even though I did care, more than the world could bear. But now she must have thought I was a jerk. Boy, did I feel like one.
Her voice was unable to reach the entire room at this point. "If I go, then we will be stuck also..." the girl whispered, approaching me, my heart beating at the speed of light. "I'm sorry... if I can't help..."
"Then I'll go alone. Besides, I couldn't stand to see you hurt. It's for the best."
"But I don't want you stuck either..." She appeared to be strained, as if she was dealing with a horrible headache, so pain-inducing that she was forced to seat herself upon her bed. "'Cause if they capture us... the world will belong to Dr. John Dee and the Dark Elders..."
I sat down directly adjacent to her, wrapping my arms around the lady (very awkwardly at that) in a way to comfort her. My heart thumping at record speeds within my chest, I was self-consciously frightened that she could perceive it as I embraced her. Why oh why did I have to sit on her right side!?!
I barely had my arms draped around the girl when she (unknowingly? Let's hope so!) abandoned her place on the bed in order to retrieve her drawing pad. This left me crashing into a pile of plush pillows and blankets.
"Here," she told me. I straightened up, my hair disregarding the laws of gravity by sticking up this way and that.
Handing me her drawing of myself, she looked into my eyes and breathed, "For you."
I admired the picture she had so lovingly crafted, caressing it with the gentle hold of my hands.
This girl, the one who had drawn me, warned that the world would be our enemies throne if we were captured. The world we know and love would would draw to an end. However, I knew my world would perish if I didn't save Zuni! I had already failed Hopi, so why would I just let Zuni down as well? I couldn't. I just couldn't. She would emerge safe and alive--I had to cling to this!
Yet, how I would I succeed in setting her free without surrendering the world to the Darksiders?
After some pondering, I snapped my fingers as I was awarded an answer. It was obvious, really.
Shaking in anticipation, I expressed my simple, yet in reality, convuluted plan aloud, "Let's make sure we don't get captured."

˚•Zuni•˚

I awoke in a puddle of water, suffering a shiver with no finite end. I attempted to stand up, but I just ended up tumbling back to where I had started; flat on my back.
"D*** puddle!" I cursed as I made an effort to get up again. This time when I toppled over, I fell precisely on my butt.
"D*****... I can't even do one stinkin' roll anymore!" I punched the concrete floor with the force of the universe behind it. "Arrggh!!" I roared in outrage, slowly removing my hand that was now sticky with blood and most likely broken. I punched the floor with my other hand, which came to the same conclusion.
I writhed in pain on the cement flooring, my howls echoing throughout the dungeon. That's when it finally clicked.
"Nooooooooo!!!!" I wailed. "I'm in PRISOOOOON!!!!!!!! Release me!! RELEASE ME!!!!! My brother!! MY LITTLE BROTHER!!!!!!!!" At this, I gripped the bars of my cell, smearing fresh, crimson blood all over them. This continued for longer than I'd care to admit.
"M--ma l'le brah-brahdur," I started to slur my words, energy draining out of me like a battery. My hands gradually slacked their clutch on the bars, leaving a trail of blood.
As I collapsed to the floor on my side, I murmured phrases that even I couldn't comprehend. Solely one word resounded throughout my mind: Allen.

((I forgot to mention that Allen has a bit of a type of British accent (hence words like "rubbish" coming out of his mouth).
In this latest post, Zuni is suffering from hypothermia, the state of having a low body temperature. She got this from being trapped in ice (duh!). Symptoms of hypothermia include shivering, clumsiness, stumbling, poor decision-making (which is why she punched the concrete flooring--twice!), slurred speech and mumbling, low energy, and gradually a loss of consciousness.))