══════════════════════════════════ Vivienne entered the empty classroom, with dust here and cobwebs there. She didn't do anything to it to make it seem welcoming, but such a thing wasn't much of a concern for her. Normally Vivienne didn't spend much of her time here with her one and only student for the past two years. Vivienne's "teaching" mostly consisted of getting Juliana to master her unusual raiment and having a deep understanding of it's potential. Due to Gannon and Lerato's lecturing, she occasionally made Juliana do research projects and bookwork, which alleviated some of Vivienne's stress in all honesty. Now, the stress has only just begun, with two Tadfaer students now being casted under her wing along with more Tenebraer students. She'll do what she can to make sure no harm comes upon them, alas she can't help but feel that once class starts, a turn of events will be set in motion that she can't undo.
Approaching the chalkboard, Vivienne exhaled deeply. This is where it begins, this is where she'll post assignments and the sort and do most of her teaching. Then it hits Vivienne harder than any stab wound. She doesn't have a lesson plan. She literally has nothing prepared. She can't do the same one on one training for multiple students, could she? No, that's absurd. Mr. Faust's lessons seemed to be all improvised, so why can't Vivienne's be like that as well? I'm not a fool, I can't just swing a big sword around and encourage the violence amongst my students. Shaking her head, Vivienne picked up a piece of chalk, and like a dancer on a stage, she elegantly wrote "Ms. Vahinko" across the entire board.
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Where: Tenebraer/Tadfaer Classroom With: No one. Feeling: Unprepared Outfit: As seen OOC: ~~~~~
The classroom was empty save for Professor Vahinko when Julia arrived, which didn't surprise her at all. It would have been shocking otherwise, since it was the tenebraer and tadsomething classroom and it had been just the two of them ever since she'd started studying at the academy. Maybe she was lucky and would get a classmate this year, but Julia doubted it and she didn't want to get her hopes up. She didn't mind professor Vahinko, she wasn't Marisenn but she was nice, but she didn't like being the lone student in a class. Having all of the professor's attention on her was exhausting and it would be great to have someone to commiserate with; she was alone enough as it was.
"Good morning professor!" Julia called out cheerily, plastering a smile on her face. There wasn't any point to bringing up her thoughts to her professor, not when there wasn't anything she could do. She could assign her less book work, but at this point, Julia was willing to treat that as a lost cause. "What are doing today?" she asked, hopping up to sit on her desk, resting her head on her hands trying to look attentive.
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══════════════════════════════════ The still, uncomfortable silence was broken by a familiar voice, entering the classroom was a familiar face. The overly cheerful Juliana Ankel, who spent most of her time smiling despite the constant turmoil around her. Vivienne would normally be agitated by her positive attitude, but over the years she has grown tolerant of it. There's no use in trying to change a way a person acts if they have to put on a facade. Vivienne preferred the one on one mentoring, but she knew that Ms. Ankel needed more people like her around her, and this year was her lucky year. She asked the most plausible question, but the also the worst one she could ask. Vivienne wasn't ready for it, so instead she dodged the question and decided to give her the good news.
"After two years of one on one mentoring, it seems that the Gods decided that it wasn't the best course of action anymore. Juliana, you'll be having classmates this year." Vivienne gave a slight curve of the lips that some people could assume was a smile, an activity that she doesn't partake in often. Vivienne then mentally prepared herself for the excitement and positive energy that was about to ensue.
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Where: Tenebraer/Tadfaer Classroom With: Julia Feeling: Stressed Outfit: As seen OOC: I think I fixed my quotes now hghghghghggghhh
Although it was known that Melinoe was in possession of a gift, none but her knew which Knit she was a part of. Thus, in her four years at the Academy, Mel had blissfully avoided the Tenebraer classes for no-one would have guessed what her true ability was. Mel could see to the dead, in fact she could speak to them and her very best friend was in fact a ghost. She and Amelia were inseparable though most just thought Mel to be insane - talking to an imaginary friend at her age. At first, she spoke of her like a real person, but soon learned the truth about herself. She could see the dead, and oh how thrilling it was! Mel quietened down, and she and her friend used her gift to steal, cheat on tests and the like. She would steal sweets from the local shop making her quite popular with her school friends. Her parents, thrilled with her increasing grades at school saw her as a child genius and she was send to the Academy at eighteen as a magical prodigy, perhaps a diviner. Mel was caught out however, at the end of the previous term and has since been enlisted in classes for her own Knit making her unable to graduate. What Mel still keeps to herself, is her ability to take on a ghostly form.
Mel made her way to the classroom she had been happily going nowhere near for years, standing outside for a few minutes before knocking on the door and poking her head inside. The classroom was empty bar two people, which didn’t surprise her much. Her knit was rare and dangerous, and she would be the first to know that. “Hi I’m Melinoe, is this the Tenebraer classroom?” She voiced in a questioning tone. Mel usually preferred to stay away from the living, they often expected too much of her, which is why she had resorted to cheating in tests and stealing for pleasure. To Mel's dismay, Amelia stood behind whom she assumed was the teacher with a wide smirk on her ghostly face, knowing that Mel hated being forced to come.
What a morning it was... After what happened yesterday with his battle against a training dummy, Azura let off a yawn as he walked through the halls today. Just another tedious day, if anything. Of course, Azura always wondered what kind of school this was going to have, as the schooling he did was a small little house that a scholar once bought out in the islands. The only reason the man made his home a school, was because of Azura's curiosity in finding his books, and spending everyday reading them. Only in exchange, would the man be able to study Azura's knit. Of course, as creepy and somewhat concerning as that sounded, the young Azura suggested that with all this knowledge he should make it a school. Of course, ever since that day, Azura and the rest of the kids learned what they could gain from the man, and it prospered greatly, to the point where now the island began to monopolize on exporting fish and other products, just because of Azura's idea. But now here, there's no scholar, and it won't be a small house this time, but a huge castle and a giant classroom. But it felt weird to Azura that he's going to a special classroom full of others with the same type of knit he has. There was also Tenebraer, but his Tadfaer was the most strangest of them all. How were they going to teach Azura not to be such a glass cannon? But then again, Azura was more "cannon" than he was "glass." Nearing to the classroom door, Azura looked and saw that this one girl was in the way asking if se was in the right classroom too. So she's another one, huh? As he can tell, there was something ominous about her but didn't know what. That was, until he felt the presence of some... thing radiating from her person. She's possessed by a spirit it seemed. Possibly malevolent, but Azura wondered as much. Did these people also have his issue? Umm... Yeah, this is the classroom. Azura said, as he entered with the woman. When he saw that Juliana (Julia) was there, he let off a small smile, as he waved to her. She did tell him that she was a Tenebraer, so that made sense.
══════════════════════════════════ Vivienne's prayers were answered when two students arrived in the classroom, buying her time before she begins the class she hasn't figured out how to teach yet. But her thoughts were interrupted by the peculiarity of one of the new students in the classroom. It was the girl that she questioned a couple years ago about why she didn't go to one of the seven classes designed for each knit and raiment, Melinoë Fawn. She assumed Mel was one of the Celebrar knit, due to instances where it seemed the girl was talking to herself. Vivienne attempted to get the truth out of her with Mr. Smythe, but she told the truths in ways that didn't give a straight answer. Questions like "Is your raiment in the Celebrar knit" was answered with "It's possible". She technically wasn't breaking any rules, nor harming anyone, so they eventually just let her be. Vivienne wasn't suddenly realized it's not surprising Ms. Fawn possessed a raiment that was shunned by society.
Vivienne recognized the boy, one of the two first year Tadfaer students. She kept close watch on him, making sure he didn't do anything that caused his raiment to collapse on himself. Folding her arms, she decided to make an announcement to the three students. "We will wait for the others to come in shortly, if they don't arrive soon then we will start without them. Feel free to mingle for the time being. Please don't kill each other." Vivienne's last sentence would sound like a joke to most, but only Juliana would know that she was being dead serious. Death is something that Vivienne knew quite well, and she accidentally told that to Juliana during a combat training session in her first year. They were simply attacking training dummies. Vivienne was annoyed by how cheery the girl as she fought. Vivienne muttered to herself that day: "For every person I have killed, I never smiled like that, let alone smile at all." Juliana happened to hear the ominous statement and attempted to question it, only to get the reply of a simple death stare that spoke "Ever bring this up again and you'll be buried in a grave too small for your body, underwater".
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For a few moments, Julia stared at Professor Vahinko while her mind tried to process what she said. She almost couldn't believe what she heard. She was going to get classmates? Was she finally lucky? But Professor Vahinko wouldn't ever joke about that (she was smiling!) and a wide, ecstatic grin spread over her face and she whooped aloud, nearly falling over. The professor was right, for once the gods really were smiling upon them, or her. She righted herself quickly, her joy not the least bit dampened. "Finally!"
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door and Julia whipped around to see an older girl asking whether it was the Tenebraer class, and she nodded enthusiastically in response. "You've got the right place," she grinned. To her surprise, another familiar person entered the room, waving at her, and Julia almost couldn't believe that Azura was going to be her classmate as well. She felt put out that he didn't tell her he was a Tenebraer or the other Knit, but she couldn't really blame him for it. She waved back before resettling herself on the desk, her legs swinging, nodding obediently when Professor Vahinko told them not to kill each other. "We won't," she saluted the older woman, the bright grin remaining on her face. Not intentionally at least. Julia might be a bit careless with her raiment, but she didn't want to lose classmates now that she finally had some.
"I didn't know you'd be in this class!" she told Azura when he settled down, "are you a Tenebraer too or that other Knit? Tadeysomething?" She turned to the other girl too, determined to get to know all her classmates. She could be annoying them, but Julia couldn't bring herself to care. They could tell her if she was too tiring. "I'm Julia by the way, are you a Tenebraer too? I'm sure I saw you around last year." That might have irked Julia a bit. If she was an older student too, why didn't she come to this class before?
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Well, its good to see her as energetic as the last time. He remembered about his first day here and she was the first friend he made. So at that time, he wouldn't really tell her about his knit if anything. Yet she wasn't much ashamed of her gift. Its nice to see you too, Julia. And I kept that as a surprise for when I show off how super cool I am! Azura said with a joke. It was weird, because usually he never thought of joking around due to his current predicament. But it didn't matter to him, all that much what others thought of him, since he learned that from her. So I got a room mate yesterday... he's somewhat.... fruity, to say the least. Azura said, talking about his roommate who was Ren. He was gay, but Azura didn't want to offend, since he hasn't been around many people like that... or in general. So what's up with this class? Have you been the only student here before? He asked her.
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Oh my god what if I'm lateshe cursed herself mentally as she hurried her way to the class. The Academy was far larger than she had anticipated, and she greatly underestimated how far it was to her class. She wanted to be the first one too, now she was certain that would not be the case. Damnit. She didn't want to draw attention to herself on the first day. She wanted to blend in with the background, but now if she entered a classroom full of students, all looking at her. Just the thought got her heart racing. She was paranoid when people looked at her, rarely did they do so innocently. But these people would be different. They were like her, right? To some extent at least... Right? And there couldn't be many of them... Could there? What if there was? It was questions like this that ran through her mind as she halted just outside the open doorway. Did she knock? Did she not? Should she just kind of weasel her way in? How many people were there? It didn't sound like much...
She knew she shouldn't be so scared, but 9 years of paranoia weren't so easily forgotten. She took a deep breath to calm herself, she couldn't do anything if she wasn't calm.These were potential friends. People that she could talk to... People she could trust. She nodded her head in resolution, forcing herself to enter the open doorway (only after glimpsing at the classroom yet again, ensuring she got the correct place)... Only to find there were three people? Four people? What? She knew there weren't many of them but... This really wasn't anything. She wasn't sure if she was relieved about it, or dismayed. But at least it was others. "Hello... Sorry if I'm a bit tardy." She apologizes. Seeing that many had already assembled she almost wondered if she missed the start of the class... Until she realized that was very unlikely. Because the students were just mingling. She also wondered if there were any others, but that wasn't something she was going to ask. All of the faces there were unfamiliar to her. She knew none of these people. Why should she? She was new here. But that wouldn't stop her from trying... Did she say the obvious? That she was a new student?No. To obvious.Plus she didn't want to ask if it was... Well. Really others like her, something about the question felt to intimate. She didn't want people to ask it of her, why would she ask it of them? Not that they'd ask her with her eyes. Most got it right immediately. "It's nice to meet you all." She said politely instead, remembering her parents advice with a thought tinged of sadness. Meaning it in many senses. There were finally others like her, that reality was sinking in. They were also her classmates, it'd be poor of her to not at least say hello... Hoping desperately that she hadn't somehow managed to get the wrong class. Talking - #67E6EC / Thinking - #CD5C5C
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Where - The Classroom for the miscreants like her. ╌ ╍ Company - Her new classmates and (?)friends(?) ╌ ╍ Feels - Excited and nervous. ╌ ╍ Outfit: As shown, with more skirt ^^" ╌ ╍ OoC: ♪ ♫ Happy to join you all! Pardon me for popping in c: Sorry if I missed anyone in my quote. I think I gotcha'll. ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♭Also I am so clumsy. Pardon my earlier quote, that was totally an accident. ;-; Profile
══════════════════════════════════ Vivienne continued her unfortunate thought process on what to do for the first day of class. Book work was not an option, she wouldn't even know what to assign. It would probably be best to start with some sort of activity that dealt with their raiments, they need to learn to embrace them if they haven't already. She peered around the room to see if there were enough students to start, Vivienne was sure the other classes have started already, so it was time to start her's as well. Slowly and calmly, Vivienne walked to the front of the desk and raised one hand in the air.
"Please halt your conversations, you may continue them at a later time. As some of you may know, I am Vivienne Vahinko, Court Mage and temporary Professor of Tenebraer and Tadfaer magic. I don't care where you sit, how you sit, or even if you sit at all. I don't care if you take notes, all I ask is to have your complete attention when I speak." Vivienne scanned the room to check if all eyes were on her, in which they were. She then noticed the girl who just arrived, with a peculiar set of eyes.
"Don't worry, you are right on time. In fact..." Vivienne started to walk towards the group of students, slowly and silently, she stood at before them. She held art her arms in front of her, revealing the mass amount of scars that decorated them. "This is my raiment, I am what people call a 'Human Voodoo Doll', I have the ability to transfer self-inflicted injuries to my opponent, something I use to protect others. This is not a curse, this is simply my raiment, like any other. I expect you all to think the same." Turning towards the girl who just arrived, Vivienne took a step towards her. "Miss, please state your name and the name of your raiment, then if you would, demonstrate to the class by using it on me." Vivienne's tone was calm and collected, showing no ounce of fear or worry of what this girl's raiment might be.
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When the woman at the far end of the classroom spoke, she realized before she even said anything that this must be their teacher.. And was swiftly confirmed afterwards by her statement.Vivienne Vahinko.She committed it silently to memory. She also couldn't help but wonder... What happened to the actual professor, if she was a temporary professor. She was certain it was not her place to inquire, at least not right now. And she wasn't about to complain. A teacher was a teacher... That was all that mattered. But when her eyes met Aithne's, she couldn't help a faint twinge of panic.Oh no..She really didn't want to draw any attention to herself... But then, as she flicked a glance around her, she realized something. She must be perhaps the only new student... It seemed that everyone else was at least somewhat acquainted with one another. So it came as no surprise, simply an unwelcome fact when she was told to display her Raiment... And use it on her teacher?That was just an unpleasant surprise... But she had guessed something like it would happen. She couldn't help but admire the collection of scars on her arms... Hers were rough. Viciously hewn across her flesh. Wounds made, from the sounds of it, intentionally. And it sounded like she made them... To protect people? Aithne felt a certain kinship, upon seeing these scars. Although hers were made as a message to herself, more than out of necessity, she was all to aware of the tale that scars told. And her teacher's scars shared their own story... She couldn't help but notice she made no effort to cover them either. Whether that was the same reason that Aithne did not hide hers, or if it were more for practicality. She couldn't help but imagine it was pointless to wear sleeves when there was no telling when you'd need to add another scar to your arm. Either way. Strangely. It made her feel comforted.
However, there was still the issue at hand... Human Voodoo Doll, was it? She wanted Aithne to not only describe her Raiment... But use it. She supposed it was inevitable. The school was made to control it, after all. Or at least... Help her. Hiding it would only delay the inevitable... And they were all Tenebraer here. But her Raiment wasn't made for combat. It was made for killing. And if her Voodoo doll applied the fear to Aithne herself. She supposed that it wouldn't be terrible. She knew her own Raiment better than anyone, and she knew its consequences. But whether it was against herself, or against Vivienne, she didn't want to use it. Especially not on this woman... Then again, to this woman, she was only a student. She didn't want to deceive herself. She doubted that her logic would be shared. I am a studentshe reminded herself. She had to learn, that was part of why she had come here... Holding back now would be pointless.
All of these thoughts crossed her mind in a matter of a couple seconds, which lead to a small delay before she spoke."W-well" She said, her voice cracking a bit as she coughed to clear it, blushing a little. "Well... My name is Aithne... Aithne Una. My Raiment--" She trailed off for a moment. She had only what she named it. She hadn't had anyone name it for her. There was no what people called her... Well, there was. But it wasn't unique to her Raiment. "I call it Timor...." She said, before shaking herself. Stop it. Everyone was a Tenebraer here... Or something else. She had to stop the roundabouts. "It's Fear... Or Nightmares, I suppose" She said as she took a hesitant step closer to the teacher. Fear was a bit of a tame word."Excuse me... Please hold still, or move away" She said to.. And asked the Teacher. As she was in arms length, she reached out and tapped into her Raiment, feeling its power dance across her fingers. Eager to spread, after being spent so long under control. After all, what was the saying... Fear was contagious?Not that anything was visible on her fingers, nothing physical. But she knew it was there as she swallowed her hesitation and brought her hand to her teachers arm, before immediately removing her hand and taking it back under control. The more she held on, the harsher the effect. She knew that from all to personal experience. She immediately stepped across the room, halting about twenty five feet away from the teacher. Her magic was a Human Voodoo doll... But she knew the range of her Raiment. If the fear was transferred back to her. That is, If that was how the teachers Raiment worked. She wasn't quite sure, but she could step away. If it stayed on her teacher, she could step away... Either way, there was no need to let it advance.Just fifteen seconds would be enough to get the point across before it got any worse. She thought resolutely as she waited to see what would happen. At the first sign of her Raiment acting up, she would move out of the range. Talking - #67E6EC / Thinking - #CD5C5C
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Where - ♫ .In her new classroom Company - ♫ Her Teacher and the other miscreants like her. Feels - ♫ Scared, and upset. Nervous. Outfit: ♫ As seen but with more skirt. OoC: ♪ ♫ ♪ If You'd like to see her stats and her Raiment and what it does, her profile is linked right below~ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♭ Profile
══════════════════════════════════ Vivienne sighed as Aithne barely managed to speak, she was a shy one; which shouldn't be a surprise, she appeared timid to begin with. It peaked Vivienne's interest when Aithne said her raiment's name was Timor, the Latin word for fear. Most people who don't spend time studying wouldn't know what this would mean. This proves that this girl is clever and intelligent, she's probably spent much of her life hiding her raiment from people. Vivienne stayed in her current position as Aithne stepped back to the other side of the room. Her raiment either has a large range or she just wanted to get as far away as possible. Vivienne kept her speculations to herself and waiting for actual results before making any conclusions about Aithne's ability.
As the student raised her hand, Vivienne felt a sudden change to her emotional state. It started with a heavy feeling in her chest, like a corruption spreading in her soul. Like a being struck by lightning, Vivienne found herself paralyzed by a sudden wave of fear. This wasn't any kind of emotional distress, this was true terror. The only other way Vivienne could ever feel this way is if she came back, and it wasn't a feeling Vivienne would ever be prepared for. Quivering and shaking, she desperately needed this end; yet she couldn't form any words out of her mouth nor move her hands. And it was only about 10 seconds in. She couldn't transfer the fear due to it not being self-inflicting, nor was it portraying any sort of physical damage. Vivienne locked her eyes on Aithne, the bit her own tongue, transferring the pain to Aithne. It wasn't hard enough to puncture, just hard enough to be extremely painful. Vivienne's impatience, more-so a need to stop the fear, didn't help at all, because as soon she bit her own tongue, Aithne seemed to have ended the Nightmare. Seeing the obvious pain she just put her student through, Vivienne quickly went to the black and blue eyed girl to she if she was alright.
"Hey kid, I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" Vivienne said as calmly as she could, although her voice still came off as stern. Vivienne was frustrated with the irony that just occurred, she implied to her students that they shouldn't fear their raiments, and the first person she asked to demonstrate had the ability to create literal fear. Vivienne didn't let this emotion show, instead, she looked back to the rest of the students and smirked.
"This girl has some talent, she'd do well at protecting others. I hope the rest of you can exhibit the same. I'm not in the room for another surprise, but I need to understand what you all are capable of. Now, Azura, I believe your name is, if you would, please demonstrate your raiment if you are able."
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Aithne was counting the literal seconds as she watched her teacher. She wasn't sure just how bad exactly her Raiment was affecting the teacher. Fifteen seconds seemed like plenty of time. However, she miscalculated during this process, because after ten she felt a sharp pain in her tongue as she winced, a surprised noise escaping her mouth but she immediately got the picture. She stepped back, the rest of the five feet, out of her Raiments range. The fear, that did not have that much time to permeate, fades quickly once she's out of range. Even as she reenters the range, it doesn't reestablish itself. She resisted the urge to rub her tongue, that would be foolish. But that was a formidable power. She ran her tongue against the roof of her mouth, curiously. When their teacher spoke she was amazed. She knew that the emotion would fade, but she didn't think it'd fade that quickly... Perhaps it didn't. But their teacher had a remarkable fortitude. She shook her head"No, I'm thine--- Fine" She said, slipping up over her sore tongue. Blushing a little bit as she recovered, and at the teachers compliment... Talent wasn't how she'd look at it, but she did look forward to learning how she might protect others with it. So far the only one she'd been able to protect is herself. And even then, it was only at the cost of others... And she hated that. She would like the chance to do something different.
A smile crossed her lips at that thought as she said "Thank you, Professor"She said, figuring that was the respectful way to phrase this. I'm not exactly sure what else to call her, after all. Calling her by her name just felt... Odd. Granted, she didn't forget it, but all the same. She skirted around the teacher back to the seats, where she could stand somewhat around the rest of the class, who she hoped didn't pay much attention to the display, and waited to see who would be next. Talking - #67E6EC / Thinking - #CD5C5C
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Azura watched as the teacher Vivienne had addressed the students, in which he listened to her rules. As he suspected, this is a pretty relaxed class, which focuses more on people gaining confidence in themselves. And in reality, people like the ones in the class needs something like this. In a world where people shun others out because of the way they were born. That's just the cruelty of humanity. At some point, he just knew that somehow, nobody here was like that, but not this case. Azura was technically the only Tadfaer in the world, and he knew it. Apart from those here that were mostly Tenebraer, who were mostly here because of the act of a b*****d cowardly excuse of a king as he put it, Azura knew that here nobody would care too much on them. Azura watched as a girl just came over and into the classroom. She was skinny, and timid, and at her looks, Azura could tell she was in her late teens. What was weird was when Vivienne asked her to display her powers, and the girl known as Aithne displayed her powers in a way that made him look with concern at the teacher. She was paralyzed with fear, and the look in her eyes was something that Azura knew of too well. So that's what her powers held. Guess Tenebraer users were more powerful than he bargained for. Azura really didn't meat any Tenebraer users other than Juliana, really. That was when Azura was called up, as if facing some hellish fear didn't mean anything just a few seconds ago. And with that, Azura just walked up there. He turned to the class with his usual nonchalant expression and bowed to the ones who were there, which ended up being the three who was there. Good morning, I'm Azura Hitoshura, from Trendel Islands. Azura told them. And I am a Tadfaer knit with the Rainment Soul Fists. Azura said, as he surrounded his body in a black mist which imploded in on itself, until Azura was then without his jacket, and stood in front of everyone covered in a black and greenish tattoo pattern, which was more defined in his arms. The thing about my raiment is that it can only activate in the shape of a weapon or object. For me, I chose it to be a pair of gauntlets which are currently surrounding my arms. The thing about these fists, is that they don't enhance me in anyway, so my strength and endurance has to come from myself. Azura said, as he presented more of his tattoos all over his body.
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