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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 19:11:21 GMT
Adam Griffin "Pff, love," Opal mused to herself, pulling the Shadow Mask over her face, a black piece of thin, strong cloth with red cat-eye outlines around the eyes. Applying her lipstick and ensuring her red hair clip color extensions, she looked in the mirror hanging on the wall of the base. Ensuring all was well, Opal, now dressed as the Academy's feared assassin, Shadow, left the base with a smirk on her face. Opal's goal for the night was to capture Adam, Rosemary's boyfriend and knight in shining armor. Flipping her black hair over her shoulder, Opal, dressed in her flat, thigh-high boots and a black jumpsuit with long sleeves, set off to wait. It was her second night hoping that this Adam would stray into the forest, and she had a plan. Crouching in a tree above a clearing, she raised her head to the sky and let out an ear-piercing scream. "Help! HELP!" Opal cried theatrically. "IT'S SHADOW! SOMEONE!" Even if it wasn't Adam that came, she could still wait for the next night.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Dec 31, 2014 19:19:53 GMT
Adam couldn't sleep well that night. So he decided to take flight in the forest. He decided to fly, mostly because he knew the masked assassin could be anywhere at night. So he flew at amazing heights, which many species of birds don't do.
He heard a earsplitting scream, and hurt his excellent hearing. Adam flew towards the scream, and stayed in one place in front of the person who had screamed. "What's wrong?"asked Adam worriedly.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 19:27:09 GMT
|She's hidden in a tree, with her mask on...| Opal smirked red lips. Slowly, without any hint of what she was doing, she withdrew from her boot a knife and held it close in her hand, waiting for the perfect moment to jump. IT DIDN'T SEEM AS THOUGH HE COULD SEE HER, and Opal liked it that way. It made her job easier. Holding the knife by the blade, Opal watched the beating wings and, at the right moment, threw it accurately and quickly at astonishing speeds right towards Adam's right wing. Jumping down from the branch, Opal withdrew a second knife, holding it ready just in case. "The half-bloods are my issue," Opal responded as she jumped, waiting in anticipation for the chance to pin Adam down. |  | |
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Post by Adam Griffin on Dec 31, 2014 20:11:08 GMT
(Oh oops)
Adam couldn't see the person who screamed, but a sharp pain entered his wing instead. He screamed in pain, and something pinned him down. "W-what do you want from me?" Asked Adam in sheer terror.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 20:44:17 GMT
Gleefully, Opal snatched a scentless gas-emitting cloth from a pocket and pressed it to Adam's face, turning him over in the process. "All I want is to be friends," Opal, AKA Shadow, said innocently, a low giggle emitting from her throat in almost a sarcastic way.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Dec 31, 2014 20:49:15 GMT
Adam nearly screamed as Shadow stuffed his head in a bag. As the gas was taking effect, he muttered in sarcasm, "This is a weird way to become fri-" Adam drifted off the sentence as he passed out.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 4:06:12 GMT
(It was a piece of cloth made of hue he same material. You are reading my posts, right?)
After removing the knife from Adam's wing, Opal considered the boys stupidity. He doesn't even get that I was being sarcastic. Ugh! Everyone at this lame Academy is witless! At least it will make taking it over easy. Whipping the blood off on Adam's shoulder, Opal let her smile broaden. It had been easier that. She thought to capture the half-blood. Opal returned the two knives to her boots and hefted the boy into her arms, gasping slightly at the weight she would ultimately have to bare.
Back at at the base, with Adam's hands tied behind a post and his wings tucked away, Opal gave herself time to catch her breath. Taking a seat in a large black desktop chair across from the hostage, Opal sighed. The walk back had worn her out, and humans had their limits. Plus it was way to cliche to play her violin until Adam woke up like she did with Rosemary.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 1, 2015 4:30:35 GMT
(oh oops i thought it was the same bag she used on Rosemary...I thought the cloth was a bag)
|Plus he was being sarcastic back...|
Darkness filled Adam's vision. He couldn't see anything. So this is what Rosemary faced...I feel really bad for her. I feel like some fighting is going to be involved...
Adam woke up tied to a chair, confused. "Wh-what is this place?" pondered Adam in a tired voice. Then he saw the assassin who stabbed his wing. "Y-you! Y-you've kidnapped Rosemary! W-what're going to do with me?" asked Adam.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 18:38:19 GMT
|Okay|
|You did read the thread with Opal/Rosemary, right? Because she tied Adam to the same place, which was a support post in the middle of the storage room. LOL|
Opal smiled as the boy came to consciousness, and with somewhat a ferocity in his tone. Good. He'll be more fun to deal with than Rosemary. Probably will actually put up a fight. Grinning wildly at his question, Shadow uncrossed her legs and stood from the chair, her boots silent on the now-stone floor. Yes, she had finally managed to change the floor, which really just consisted of tearing up the carpet and carrying in slabs of tile, pasting it to the floor with liquid concrete, and setting a fan in it to dry. Rosemary's blood has surely paid a price on the expensive, plush carpet. Opal had been furious with herself, because she hadn't thought ahead. There was always the future, though.
"Don't be unfair; I set Rosemary free, didn't I? I only gave her a little scratch because she disrespected me. I want from you exactly what I wanted from your pitiful little girlfriend," she responded, swinging herself around the post to which Adam was tied, not taking her eyes off him. "And if you behave, I'll set you free with another clue to my identity." Tilting her head to the side, she crouched in almost a squatting position in front of him, rubbing her hands together in excitement.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 1, 2015 23:05:48 GMT
"She's not pitiful." Was what Adam wanted to say, but he knew that if he did, he'd get hurt. Plus he wanted to know who this assassin was.
"Just, what exactly are you going to do to me? I want to be prepared for what's happening." Asked Adam once again.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 23:47:28 GMT
"I'll do something painful, I promise," Opal said with a grin, "But that will only happen if you decide to fight my questions." Wringing her fingers together, Opal straightened her neck and looked Adam square in the eyes.
"I hope Rosemary passed on the word that you pets can call me Shadow until you figure out who I am," Opal continued, figuring he would talk when ready. "So, anyway, let me ask you something, Adam: What's the biggest secret you know?"
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 2, 2015 0:05:23 GMT
(This scene reminds me for some reason of when rapunzel first met Flynn in tangled)
Adam struggled to get out of the ropes or whatever he was tied with as "Shadow" said he would hurt him, as a promise. "Well, it depends on what subject of life you're talking about. I could tell you a secret to something that would not be important you, but it would be the biggest secret I know. " cocked Adam. This was his tactic, pushing the offender's limits, so that they could annoyed or confused to a point where they can't stand it, and letting him go without asking him anything.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 0:09:37 GMT
"It's a secret, isn't it?" Opal fought back, smirking with a sense of authority written on her face. "Secrets are data. You can't manipulate having it simply because you don't think it is important. So, what's the secret?" Opal almost laughed. Not out of humor, but out of pity. Obviously the boy thought he could outwit her, Opal Strole, mastermind and combat-skilled woman of the century.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 2, 2015 1:07:22 GMT
"You didn't really answer my question, Shadow." Said Adam slyly. "What if my biggest secret gets you no where? What if it doesn't help you in any way? It couldn't be data, it would just get you confused. But, I don't really want to be killed, so here's my secret: I have a disorder. I guess people can use it against me, but I usually use it against people. My disorder is MPD, Multiple Personality Disorder. If it didn't help you, then I have warned you." Adam's secret was revealed. It wasn't such a big deal, but it was information on him. It was his weakness.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 1:21:06 GMT
A smile broadened on Opal's face as, after seeming to think he was in some sort of power, Adam chose to confine in himself. "I know exactly how that helps me," Opal responded smoothly, standing and approaching her selection of weapons displayed on the wall. Swords, bo staffs, Logan's spare set of claws, bow and arrow, tons of knives, and so forth.
After careful consideration of her weapon of choice for this round of torture, Opal selected a thin, short, yet incredibly sharp knife, running her fingers over the surface lovingly.
Returning to Adam, Opal didn't lift her gaze from the weapon. Despite it's size, there was a toxin coating the blade that, when entered into the bloodstream, induces extreme pain from the entry wound out, a sharp, throbbing, excruciating pain that could not possibly be completely described in words.
"It's not just secrets I want to know. It's also information," Opal said, crouching again in front of Adam. "What is the most common half-blood at the academy, would you guess?"
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 2, 2015 1:32:52 GMT
Adam gulped at the long knife. If she was going to use it on Adam, then only God knows if he'll live. "I, uh, don't really, uh, i-it's probably, uh, me." Said Adam, starting to sweat of anxiety. Mada, if she uses that knife on me, you need to come out. Sounds good.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 1:48:42 GMT
Opal rolled her eyes and slowly, painfully, drew the edge of the knife along Adam's arm, not deep, but still enough to leave a bit of blood welling out. "You sure? Maybe this other personality of yours can lend a few thoughts? Or should I just keep questioning you?" Grinning mischievously, almost psychotically, Opal waited for his inevitable response.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 2, 2015 2:42:18 GMT
Adam winced at the pain, and widened his eyes in horror of Opal. She was psychotic to him, and cruel. He took in a deep breath, one like when you were about to dive into water, and changed personas. His eyes turned red, as he had changed into his evil persona, Mada. It was Adam backwards, because it was almost the complete opposite of Adam. Usually, Mada could break through ropes easily, but Adam's body had become fatigued from being knocked out, and struggling to escape. "I have answers, but I need questions." said Adam, or Mada.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 2:51:37 GMT
"Oh, lookie here!" Opal exclaimed gleefully, noticing the change in behavior as well as eye color. "We have a winner!" Giggling to herself, she blinked dark eyes and nodded to the terms. "I'll answer honestly if they have nothing to do with my identity," she responded, smirking.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 2, 2015 2:59:41 GMT
(lol he meant he needed her to ask questions so that he can answer)
Mada went straight to the question he needed to ask. "Give me like an apple or water or something." Asked Mada. He needed something to strengthen himself, so that he could escape to the rest of the academy.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 3:05:05 GMT
Opal narrowed her eyes, flipping the knife in her hand. "That's not a question," she retorted. "That's a demand. And I don't slave for others; they slave for me." Holding the knife still again, she drew the blade into the wound on Ada- er, Mada's shoulder, laughing in a low key.
"Back to my questions," Opal exclaimed, jerking the knife so blood flew off. "Which kind of animal is most commonly a shift for half-bloods here?"
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 2, 2015 3:10:09 GMT
(Just so you know, if Adam is not Adam, he can't feel pain.)
Mada didn't wince at the cut on his shoulder. "The most common shift for half bloods...well, there isn't one. Different types of animal shifts are spread out all over half bloods. There is not too much of one kind of animal." Said Mada like it was a dumb question. Well, it was a dumb question. Anybody would know the answer to that.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 3:26:12 GMT
|You know that MPD doesn't work that way, right? Each personality is a highly increased emotion that seems to have it's own affects on the host. It's still the same person, they just have a strengthened emotion linked to that one personality|
|Also, it's wolf|
Opal frowned. The boy was stupid in both the apparent personalities. Licking her lips, Opal considered his answer. "What are you called when you have this... personality?" She inquired, narrowing her eyes.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 2, 2015 3:36:54 GMT
(Well, eyes don't change color either so...)
(If it's wolf then there would be a lot of wolves)
Mada glared at Opal. "Mada. It's supposed to be Adam backwards." He said. "This dude has other personalities, if you want to see them. You got nerdy or romantic. What's your choice?"
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 4:14:32 GMT
Opal actually laughed. This Mada dude she could get used to. "I don't need any of them right now. I'm assuming you're as annoyed at Adam's stupidity as I am?" She asked, losing focus. Recent events were swaying her, it seemed. |That and I'm so bored right now  And I need to start kicking Opal into hyper drive maniac| |
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 2, 2015 4:41:00 GMT
Deep down in the mysterious recesses of Adam's mind, was Lumiére. He was Adam's romantic persona, as well as a French one. Lumiére was listening to the entire conversation, and knew the obvious answer: love. He was an expert and only knew 2 things: how to love excellently, and how to speak French and English. "Mada! Let me try, se il vous plaît! (Please)" asked Lumiére, pleadingly. "Well, I can tell you that I am, but his other personas are telling me you need something." said Mada to Opal, but got more quiet as he finished the sentence. He took in a deep breath, and then his eyes turned blue. "Bonjour mon belle dame, hello my beautiful lady. I do not see your face, but, I bet it is trés magnifique." Said Lumiére with a soothing voice.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 4:50:41 GMT
Tilting her head to the side, a slight grin on her face, an uncharacteristic eyebrow raised, Opal slowly deciphered this new persona's words. She knew French among Spanish, Latin, and of course English.
Though she could if she wanted to, Opal didn't respond in French as might have pleased the new personality. "Thanks," she said, flattered despite her replacing frown. "Now, are you willing to answer my questions, or do I have to press Adam back out?"
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 2, 2015 4:56:51 GMT
Shoot. Well, it partially worked, he flattered her, but he had no choice. "May oui, yes. Ask moi anything." said Lumiére. Honestly, he could flatter he more, but if he did, Lumiére would probably annoy her, and then would get stabbed.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 17:10:28 GMT
If ever there was a time for Opal to ponder on the virtues of love, it would have been then. After all, she was talking to a version of someone that was all about love.
Forming the question in her head, Opal studied the new version of Adam. She wasn't going to bother asking for a name, because chances were, she wouldn't meet this personality again.
"Why bother with love?" Opal asked after some time. "Why put your faith in another's hands and trust them to love you for as long as they live? Why love if it drives you to do stupid things?"
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Post by Adam Griffin on Jan 3, 2015 0:23:21 GMT
The question caught him by surprise. A question about love at a time like this? Ce est bizarre. Lumiere thought about his answer for a few moments, then new what he should say. "Love, is such a powerful thing, that it causes anybody to do anything, to go great heights, just for their seul véritable amour, their one true love. People do this, and it doesn't have to be with another human, it can be a hobby, or an animal, or anything really. But loving another person who loves you back, gives you an amazing feeling, a feeling of trust. When people have their first time feeling love, they would do anything for that person. But, loving someone, and them not loving you back is fine. You want them to be happy, so you leave them alone. Love is amazing, Shadow, embrace it." said Lumiere.
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And I need to start kicking Opal into hyper drive maniac|