The Element of Art

[Compass]

[spoiler=Information+News]

 

Hi there! Welcome to the Element of Art Fanfic! I'd like to give credit to everybody in the Orginal Rp for giving the story ideas, expecially the rp's creator for letting me do this! Cheers, NightWalker AKA Azura! Also, welcome back to Lunar Roze AKA Melody!

 

 

I need new characters for the next Mural! So, I have an app. Make a character for me to use, please! I'm in need of female characters espically. You know why, don't you? Thanks and bye bye!

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=App]

 

Name:

 

Appearence: (picture mandatory, please!)

 

age: (12-18 only)

 

bio: (GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WORK OFF OF!)

 

Gender:

 

Main Element: (What element does your character draw best?)

 

Side Element: (not mandatory, but you can have some pretty interesting combinations here!)

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Mural A.]

 

Painting 1

 

Painting 2

 

Painting 3

 

Painting 4

 

Painting 5

 

Painting 6

 

Painting 7

 

Painting 8

 

Painting 9

 

Painting 10

 

 

 

[Twig]

Interesting...

 

I like how the start has action right away.

[Compass]

[spoiler=Painting 3:Once upon a Midnight Dreary...]

Waking up with a start, I gasped. Another nightmare. I had been plagued with them day and night, constantly trying to bat them away, but to no avail. Always the same one: running from something he didn’t know of, and trying to commit suicide at the same time. Trust me, it’s not a pleasant experience. I peeked my nose around the edge of the plywood window in my tree house. I know what you’re thinking. Plywood? Tree house? Look, I live in a tree house in the forest, okay? I can’t remember any further back, so I’m pretty sure I got lost or my parents abandoned me or something along those lines.

Anyway, peeking my nose out the window in the fresh morning air, I spied with my little eye something dark, flowing and completely creepy. A black figure that seemed to shine darkness and float along the ground passed by my tree house without any acknowledgement of me. I knew something was off. Almost nobody ever came here, it’s in the middle of nowhere land, and there’s nothing to see. Occasionally, I would see someone pass though, as this wood was a shortcut from a prestigious private school up in the north to the New York area. But I saw this man, and I was tempted to investigate. So, I hopped out of my little home, and headed in the direction from where he came. I didn’t want to meet whatever lurked behind that billowing cape. I kept my ears wide and open, and heard talking ahead. Jogging ahead, I found a couple of teens gathered in a clearing. I slunk around them, finally slipping in a bush directly behind a brown-haired girl with a wolf. Unfortunately, that was my first mistake of many mistakes. I had slipped into a briar bush. And they are not what you’d call ‘comfy.’ Actually, the thorns where sharp enough get me to let out an entirely conspicuous “Ouch!”

The teens in the group froze at the sound of my voice, until the girl turned around and parted the bush to reveal me with more then a couple of scratch marks.

“You need help up?” The girl smiled sweetly at me.

“N-no, thanks.” I stuttered, get up and making to back away from the girl and the rest. Kids today. You’ll never know what they’ll do.

The girl smiled, and, I believe on some strange impulse, hugged me. Very quickly, and around the arms, but I jumped back as if she had been made of molten metal, like the touch of her skin was the touch of a devil. The girl looked concerned for a minute, until a silver haired boy charged in front of her.

“Who are you?” He said gravely. “And what do you want?”

I looked down my nose at him. “I’m Matthew. No last name. My duty is to protect my-…no, I mean this, forest.” I smiled, and nodded. “Nice to meet you all. May I ask your names?” I asked, being all proper and such. Sometimes that scared people away. The girl stepped out from behind the boy.

“Azura, he’s alright. Look, no brush on him at all.” She then turned to me. “Sorry. I’m Melody.” Melody smiled.

“Azura.” He glanced, suspicious, at Matthew. A dark-haired boy behind them remained silent.

I decided to not drag this out. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Azura scowled. “And what right do you have to do that?” What I’m sure would have been a long, dramatic fight was ended by someone loudly yelling. “Hey! Hey! HEY!” Panting, a boy ran up to them. Azura now jumped over to him.

“And you are…wait, I know you.” The boy panted. “Yeah, I think we have gym at the same time. I’m Vladdy.” After introductions where placed in order, there was a lull in the conversation.

“So…why are you people here?” I asked, trying in vain to hide my motives.

“We’re here to help Az-” Melody started, but of course, Azura hurriedly interrupted her.

“A field trip from our academy, um…fartwood.”

“Fartwood?” I scoffed. “I’m not that stupid. Really?”

“Read it and weep.” Said Claude simply, handing Matthew a sheet of paper, and quickly shoving his hand in the pocket to prevent me from seeing a slight dark glowing coming from the tip of a wand-like object…

My eye’s darted over the scribbles, trying in vain to understand them. With little to no formal education, I couldn’t read worth bumpkiss. Maybe the difference between “red” and “book” I could tell, mostly because the latter has more letters. I figured that if they hadn’t been telling the truth, they wouldn’t have given me this pamphlet trying to prove their case. I nodded like I knew what the heck I was reading.

“I see.” Claude took the thing back from me. Noticing that Azura and Melody where whispering something to each other, I glanced at them, interested in what they were hiding. They had reached some sort of agreement, it seemed.

Melody grinned at Matthew. “So, where do you live?” She asked.

I raised my eyebrows at this question, it seemed…per say, wrong. I answered her, though.

“Tree house.” I muttered. Her eyes widened.

“A tree house? Here?” She scanned the surrounding trees around the clearing, hoping to catch a glimpse.

“No, a ways that a-way.” I pointed in the general direction of my home. Melody then asked what I knew was coming.

“Can I see it?” She smiled a Cheshire smile. I had walked right into that one. I sighed.

“Follow me, then.” I took off, Melody close in tow.

 

Azura

 

I felt sort of bad, tricking Matthew like that, but he couldn’t get in the way with what I was about to do.

Claude, next to me, chuckled. “Trying to keep our art a secret from him, huh?”

I nodded. “And speaking of such…” I turned to Vladdy, the boy who had run in from out of nowhere. He seemed suspicious.

Vladdy looked confused. “Art? Do you mean something like this?” He pulled out a brush that looked like it should paint a building, wooden. However, this was bright red. Azura nodded. “Yeah, that.”

“You go to Artwood, right?” Asked Claude, stepping in from behind me. Vladdy nodded.

“And you got here how?” Asked Azura. Vladdy scuffed his feet on the ground. “I…kinda ran off in the commotion of the dragon and everything…” He grunted. “It was driving me crazy, being cooped up inside the four walls of Artwood.” Azura nodded. He had that kind of feeling too. That was probably half the reason he ran into the dragon and into this whole mess, his will to get outside the box of the academy…

“Anyway, we don’t want to reveal the secrets of Artwood or Darkwood to Matthew.”

“He wouldn’t believe us anyway…” Claude murmured to himself, but loud enough for me to hear it.

“Darkwood?” Vladdy asked. I filled him in on what I saw in what little I knew about Darkwood.

“An evil school and a good one, right?” Vladdy asked. Claude grinned.

“On every castle a little sun must fall.” He pointed out.

“Every cloud has a silver lining…” I muttered.

“Enough with the idioms.” Said Vladdy. “What do we do now?”

“Find out what I was headed for." I grimly stated. And so, we headed towards the towers of Darkwood.

 

 

[Night]

Looks good. Looking forward to see more, and possibly write a chapter =O

[Compass]

[spoiler=Painting 4: The Lord of Time.]

Well, this could have been better.

I was dragging some girl to my tree house while her friends went off on some escapade that could ruin my-no, the forest. Well, maybe I could gleam some information from this one.

“So…what are you friends doing?” I cut right to the chase without meaning to.

“Oh, they’ll…follow us, they’re just…catching up, yeah…” She muttered. I let the subject drop. Best to ditch her next to the house, and backtrack to wherever the boys went off to. I continued to walk in silence, feeling awkward. Finally, we arrived at my tree house. It’s nothing impressive. About the size of a moving truck, made entirely from plywood, equipped with a (cough-stolen-cough cough) plasma screen TV, which runs entirely on lemons (don’t even ask.) I stopped outside.

“You head on up.”

“No, you first.” Melody said, looking kinda panicky.

“Wait…no, I need to go to the bathroom. You can just head on up.” I said. C’mon, c’mon…

“Oh, okay…” Melody said, smiling. “I’ll be waiting.” I circled back around the tree house. She would be waiting for a long time. I retraced my steps until I realized that for the first time in my life, I was well and truly lost in the woods. The trees and vine swung around me in a puzzling pattern of dappled sunlight and green foliage. I finally stopped.

“Urgh!” I leaned up against a tree and closed my eyes. Where am I?

Everything swung around me, as if I had spun around enough to mess up my inner ear. After waiting to regain my balance, I opened my eyes…and mouth. A castle loomed up before me. A castle. Not any mansion, not any big house. This thing had it all. Towers, drawbridge, moat filled with a peculiar-smelling liquid...

I heard the sounds of a struggle inside. I sighed. I figured those boys meant trouble. I must’ve been so disoriented I completely passed this thing by. And trust me, I’m not an easy one to get to. I sped up though the castle doors, and into chaos.

 

Claude

 

I forgot how Darkwood gets to you. The towering guard statues with their glowing red eyes and big, black fuzzy hats, the tower’s flags billowing in the wind, the smell of the moat…ah, simply intoxicating. But I wasn’t here for any kind of sightseeing. I had a job from the Lord of Time himself. Kill. It didn’t matter whom, how many, or how much. Just kill.

We stepped over the drawbridge lightly, the others trying not to look at the guards (and more importantly, their hats), and landed ourselves in the lobby. A small waiting area with uncomfortable black metal chairs, a black, wooden table with copies of ‘evil weekly’ and ‘People.’ (Remind me to tell you what happened between the goddess of nightmares and the god of dreamless sleep. One word: Insomnia). The walls are the usual gray metals of Darkwood, and of course, the thirty-three doorways leading from the room. Out of the Thirty-third stepped the Vice Principal.

“Do I have to?” He whined back.

“Yes.” Snapped a surly voice.

“Fine.” The VP sighed, pulling out a trumpet from nowhere. He brought it to his lips, and played a dark, foreboding theme as a dark figure walked out of the doorway, looming over the group like a storm front. The trumpeter ended his song as the figure growled at them.

“Welcome to Darkwood…” He dropped off, chuckling, as the very air seemed to seep darkness around him, like a jelly donut oozes the pink stuff out of its center. Imagine the jelly seeping into Azura and Vladdy, the fools. The pink stuff sticking to them and making a complete mess. But the Lord of Time is no jelly donut, and the darkness he seeps is not jelly. The darkness seeped into the two, making them tremble in fear. To Azura’s credit, he did manage to draw his brush.

“You won’t be needing that. Let me take it off you hands for you…” My lord held up a huge, black, meaty hand and snapped, dissolving the brush into darkness. Of course, the brush would come back to him. That’s the problem with us kids. We’re just second-rate, but have our own tricks that could catch others off guard. But not a god.

“Who…who are y-y-you?” Stuttered Vladdy, quivering.

“I.” Proclaimed my master grandly, “Am the master of this world, these shadows. I am Kronus!” The whole place seemed to quiver at his name. I walked up to the front of Azura, putting my face in front of his.

“Where’s the tough guy I saw yesterday, huh?” I taunted. “Pathetic.” I stepped next to Kronus.

“Welcome back, Claude.” Kronus put his hand on my shoulder. Compared to it, I just a knat. He had to bend down to even poke me, and he could lift me up and crush me in an instant. But he didn’t. Not yet.

“Y-you!” Azura stuttered. Then, a bit stronger: “Why?” Azura’s face was almost as bad as that time when the goddess of the Disney channel discover tattooing. Took her a week before she could go outside the parlor after the removal…

Kronus lifted his hand from my shoulder, and I felt him drawing back his power. He wanted to test me? Fine. Let him.

“Now…to a fabulous display of destructive force, boys!” The dark figure withdrew, along with his VP, who played his theme song as he walked away. What was up with that?

Azura interrupted me in my thinking.

“You traitor!” He lashed at me with his brush, which he must have recovered. The brush lengthened into a broadsword, and my instinct took over. I ducked, avoiding the smoking, clean hole that it left in the wall.

“Fire, eh?” I muttered, and grabbed mine, swinging it outward, my broadsword clashing with Azura’s. I checked for Vladdy. I saw him turn tail and bolt towards the exit. I let him go, the coward, and continued with my dance with Azura. It was just like that time the god and goddess of fast-food had that huge fight over who got to rule Denny’s when it came into being. Heh, that was a great issue. No sooner was I thinking this then I was hit in the head with a chair. Yes, a chair. Why in the name of baloney was a chair flying though the air? It made no scene. I glanced and saw that kid that looked like he belonged in the Lord of the Flies. Come to think of it, this whole story is like the Lord of the Flies except with a lot less subtext and a lot more painting. You see what I mean? Get it? Didn’t think so. He was panting, like he had run awhile.

“Perfect.” I grinned. I now had live bait. Everyone knows the cheapy pink lures don’t work. You need bits of hot dog or worms, and that’s exactly what I had now, having Matthew. I used my power to dissolve myself into shadow, and became Matthew’s shadow, grabbing him from behind and holding my mouthful of sharp teeth next to his neck.

“You lose, or he Dies…” atogonizly close to his neck. Azura wavered for a moment, then put his weapon on the floor. I grinned.

“Smart move. Now you’ll die, instead of-” The little sneak! I was boosted upwards in a column of flame, my shadow disguise disappearing. Azura was grinning, and jumping at me. I made to block him, but Matthew did it for me. Another chair. Did he ever let up? I decided to end this cleanly and with little stain to the walls as possible. I put my hands together, and used the last of my energies to paint a black hole with a flourish of my sword. Everything in the room, chairs, table, Matthew, me, and Azura; all of them went down it. I made it way too strong.

“…Kronus!” I screamed as I was sucked into the void.

 

 

[Jonny]

Where is Vlady? :(

[Compass]

[spoiler=Painting 2: Once Friends, Thrice Friends (Deditcated to Night Walker in honor of his Birthday!)]

Melody smiled sadly as The V.P shuffled Azura into a black, unmarked car, and denied any attempts for Melody to give him Silver.

“But’-

“No ifs, ands or buts, Ms. Freewind. Now kindly get to your classes before I am forced to…restrain you.” Said the vice principal, rolling his eyes. “His fate is now none of your concern, and you would do well to abandon your ideas of helping Azura escape.” The man stepped into the car and was driven off. Melody could see Azura looking at his hands as he drove away. Melody watched them go, along with Claude.

“Let’s get to class.” Claude said, slightly bitter, turning to go to Life Sciences.

 

“Now, Mr. Wolf, let us talk about your punishment…” Said the Vice Principal.

Azura said nothing, at first. But curiosity overcame his fear.

“Fine. What do you want?”

“We want you as a sort of…” The man ran a hand though his greasy tresses, leaving his hand wet and slick with oil. “Experiment.”

“Why me?” Said Azura, surprised. “Does Head know about this?”

The man chuckled. “The latter, he does not. The first, we chose you for your unique abilities…but we have our eyes on others…”

“Who?” Azura’s hand clenched into fists in his lap.

“Our dear Ms. Freewind, Mr. Dax…and others. Stop here, Driver.” The limousine stopped abruptly, with a screech of tires and twigs. Azura practically leapt out of the car, and the V.P signaled for the driver to leave. As he did so, he waved Azura onward. So Azura started a track though the forest, the Vice head walking watchfully behind him. They continued on for a while, long enough to bore the cloaked villain in the shadows, who, almost invisible, was keeping a steady eye on the boy.

That boy…powerful? As if…but we will get what we desire in the end… the cloaked figure stopped, and disappeared into the shadows of the darkened forest, painted blood-red in the setting sun. After another half-hour of walking, and the duo reached a dark-castle-like building, with five towers, two on either side and a taller one in the front. Blackened walls surrounded the place, along with a moat filled with strange bubbles surfacing every once in awhile, and a disconnected eye popping up.

“Wha-what is this place?” Asked Azura.

“Darkwood.” Laughed the V.P. “For the gifted’ly evil…” He prodded Azura in the back, and the student slowly walked across the drawbridge, trying not to look down into the seething cesspool of a moat that boiled under them.

 

Melody watched Claude walk forlornly off to class. She then looked around; as if someone would stop her in what she was about to do. Finally, off she went, running full-tilt in the direction the car and driven. Claude, on the other hand, sat down in life science class. The day started as it usually did: with Claude staring blankly out the window and daydreaming. His eyes passed over Melody three times before it sank in what she was doing. He raised his hand.

“Bathroom.” He muttered, walking out of the classroom. However, as soon as his foot hit the light wood floor of the hallway, he began to run full-tilt, hopping out the first open window he saw. He thought of stopping to try to convince himself of going back to the classroom, but he knew what he had to do. After catching up with Melody, who managed to smile at him as he ran up next to her, they continued to run. And run they did. They ran for 3 hours straight, reader. Do you know how long 3 hours is? 180 minutes. That is a lot of minutes. And how many seconds are in 180 minutes? Perhaps you should get a calculator and find out. So, for 180 minutes they ran, before hiding in the bushes as they heard a roar of a motor. The black car was being driven back to Artwood. Thankfully, the driver had put the windows down and was now cranking up the radio. They now knew they where close, as the car couldn’t have had much of a head start. They sighed in relief and leapt out of the bushes, and continued, but walking now, until they reached the edge of a forest. An arch of sorts, made of darkened vines and blackberries, guarded the entrance. Melody and Claude felt the warm breath blowing though the entrance, almost as if the forest was alive itself. Claude noticed a set of tire-tracks, but these quickly dissolved into footprints. Riding a car in the woods would absolutely ruin the paint job, the low-hanging branches looking ominously sharp against the red light streaming in from the setting sun behind them. They silently set off, following the tracks of Azura and the V.P.

 

Azura stopped in the middle of the moat’s drawbridge.

“Um…teach?” He asked, in a higher voice then he normally spoke in.

“What is it?” The tuxedoed man stopped next to him.

“I need to use the bathroom.” Azura stepped back and forth slightly.

The teacher’s eyes widened, and he pointed into the woods with his index finger.

“Any funny business, you’ll be dead before you can say ‘Toilet paper.’” The V.P walked into the school. Azura noticed there where cameras on the school, all pointing their shiny lenses in his direction. Finally, his instinct took over. He hid behind a bush, made rustlings, all the things one would do while digging a hole. After a couple minutes, he stopped, and got out his brush. This would be clumsy, but it would have to do. He sent a small fireball into the camera from the side, so whoever was guarding the cameras wouldn’t see it coming. He made it into the side of the camera, and if he had aimed right, he figured he had hit the right spot that made it repeat the last few seconds of footage for a while. After doing this with all the others that could give a good view of him, he army-crawled away from the place, not trusting his job with the cameras. After satisfied with his getting out of sight from Darkwood, Azura began to walk upright again, happy to get away. The only problem was, did his escape really go unnoticed? He didn’t believe he did all the cameras right, and they could be fireproof or something along those lines, the castle looked like it had some battle scars. He sighed, letting his thoughts go. Finally, he simply sat against a tree and though for a while. But it occurred to him that he should still be trying to put as much distance as possible from the castle and him. So, he now jogged though the undergrowth, before he heard another person’s voice.

 

“I’m tired.” Complained Claude.

“Don’t worry, my friend. We just need to find Azura.” Melody reassured him.

“I’m not your friend. I just know you from school.” Claude muttered.

“Don’t worry…I just need a friend. Even if that friend hates me, I’ll be happy because at least I have one…” Melody looked down at her feet with a sad smile, and then glanced behind them. “Wait…did Silver come with us? Or not?” A small growl answered their question as Silver appeared from the undergrowth, dragging a smiling Azura.

“We don’t find Azura.” Claude said bitterly. “Azura finds us.” Melody smiled.

“So, how’d the punishment go?” She asked happily.

“What are you two doing here?” Azura very nearly yelled. “You’re going to get expelled for sure now!”

“We don’t care anymore, Azura.” Claude shook his head unbelievingly. “Coming after you shows we don’t care if we get expelled or not.” Azura began to begin a counter-argument, but Melody chimed in.

“We aren’t letting you do this alone, okay? You’re with us now, and we’re all friends.” Melody smiled happily.

Azura smiled nervously back.

And Claude felt like he was being watched.

And being watched, reader was something that they were all being.

Have you ever felt like you where being watched, reader? You probably thought it was paranoia, but it’s the animal side of us kicking in and telling us something bad is about to happen. Or you are indeededly being watched. Or something good is going to occur.

But in this case, reader, Claude’s instincts were telling him of a fateful meeting between two people, and how it changed his chances to do what he was set out to do in the next few days.

 

 

[Compass]

Please? This is a bump post.

How can I make this better?

[Compass]

[spoiler=Painting 1: The Dragon and the Damage Done.]

“All students report to the safely dungeon immediately. Do not pass go. Do not collect 200 dollars.” The intercom blared though out the school. For a second, every single student and teacher was quiet as a mouse. Then the screaming started. You where only called to the dungeon if something very bad was going to happen. As the hallways filled to the brim with people rushing towards the staircase, one silver haired boy lagged back, trying to blend in with the math classroom he was in. When the hallways where sufficiently empty, the boy grinned and headed in the opposite direction of safety. When he got to the east wing, from his jeans pocket, he produced a paintbrush. This paintbrush was like something you’ve never seen. Its shaft was short, but beautiful, black and red twirling and combining with each other to form more of a wand and less of a brush. The bristles where very long, easily 3 inches, but completely straight. The boy glanced at the brush, then sang a single, mourning note. This note echoed though out the school, and as it faded, the note was sang back to the boy, in the style of a wild animal. The boy nodded, satisfied with the answer, and spread his feet apart. He took his brush in both hands, and waved it in a pattern that seemed to make sense only to him, the bristles leaving light red sparkles in its place, which soon faded. The boy’s face scrunched up with concern for a second, but then columns of fire leapt out of the floor, propelling the boy right though the ceiling. He made a graceful landing…but in a rather unpleasant destination. On top the dragon’s head. This dragon was made of fire, with pulses of it going up and down its body, starting at its nose and ending at its incredibly massive tail. The beast roared, and Azura sang that mourning note again. As soon as the note faded, a beautiful silver wolf flowed out of the hole in the roof, jumping impossibly high for any living being. As the wolf landed on the head of the dragon, the boy panicked, (for that is what many of us would tend to do, reader, when you are atop a evil fire dragon’s head,) stabbing with a knife he had produced from his open, white coat. The dragon’s eye was hit, and shook its gigantic head, fire flowing off its every movement, and the boy and his wolf where forced to abandon the head. It flung out a single paw in a random direction, which connected with the wolf midair, sending him flying.

“Silver!” The boy cried, landing on the ground. But, before he could start towards his pet, the dragon sent a fireball the size of a house towards him. Much too big to dodge. He braced himself for the impact…the impact that didn’t come. A brown haired girl stepped in front of Azura, holding out a long, watery brush with short bristles. She waved this gracefully, and a barrier made of water appeared in front of the two, and the fireball hit it, dissolving in a shower of steam and smoke and ember.

“Melody?” The boy asked.

“Azura, I’ll take care of your wolf.” Melody answered. “I’m not much for fighting.”

Melody dashed off as the water shield, having served its use, faded. Azura took his brush in both hands, waving it back and forth, holding it like a sword.

“This just got personal.” Said he, as he ruthlessly hacked away at the dragon’s leg with the sword he had painted into creation. Melody, meanwhile, rushed over to the wolf. Feeling nothing was broken, she figured it had been knocked out with a hit to the head. She placed its head in her lap, and stroked it softly. She hoped it would wake up soon. She then glanced back to the fight, where Azura was still pummeling away ruthlessly at the dragon, looking to avenge his wolf. A figure atop the dragon caught her eye, as well as Azura’s. Melody spun her brush in a concept she was well accustomed to, creating a bow and a quiver of arrows out of paint and water. She fired an arrow, one at the dragon’s central point and one at it’s owner. The owner sidestepped, but the dragon wasn’t so lucky. The dark stranger finally spoke.

“Yes, they annoy me too…you wish to finish them? Be my guest, pet.” The stranger waited as the dragon turned from yellow-orange to red, and launched fireballs out of its mouth faster, and stronger then before, the fireballs more gigantic then you can comprehend, reader. But before one could find its mark, a bomb seemed to come out of nowhere and enter the dragon’s mouth.

“You’re on a timer now.” Said a purple-haired boy about Azura’s age wearing a black coat.

“Claude, get back. This isn’t your fight.” Azura said.

Claude didn’t answer his question. He usually played things by his own rules. “Let’s take this thing down.”

Azura simply nodded. “Fine.” Azura held up his brush. “How long till that bomb goes off?”

“About 5 minutes, I think.” Claude muttered, removing his brush from his pocket. His brush was a deep, dark purple with a handle as short as Azura’s, as well as bristles the same size as Azura’s too. But this brush was far less benevolent and far more malevolent. It pulsed with glowing darkshine, and combined with Claude’s black hair and sleep-deprived look, it was much like the forces of good and evil standing beside each other. Claude held his brush, waving it in several circles, creating many circular bombs, and, without missing a beat, Claude sent them right at the dragon. They exploded as they hit, and Azura was sent back away to account for the bomb’s blast. As the smoke cleared, the duo saw that the black man had created a shield around the dragon and himself.

“Stop, you bugs! We will get what we desire!” The cloaked man roared almost as loud as his steed. The dragon began to quiver slightly.

“Hm?” The man looked down as his dragon swelled, getting more giant by the second. Melody grabbed Sliver and was forced to run for cover as the dragon burnt the ground. Claude and Azura also fled as well. The man disappeared as the dragon stopped swelling then burst into a cloud of fire. Melody collapsed, waiting to be toasted. Instead, she felt nothing. As she looked up, she was in a large, black dome, with the cloaked man standing beside her, his right hand parallel to the ground. As he returned his arm to his side, he held out his hand to Melody.

“Give it to us.” He said, “Or you will regret the day you where born.” Melody shrank back from his form.

“Give you what? I don’t have anything.” She said, putting as much distance from the black man and Silver as possible. She was responsible for Azura’s wolf, and she would never forgive herself if she let anything happen to it.

“We know you have it. Give it to us!” The man yelled, yanking Melody’s pack off the ground beside her and tearing it apart quite literally, searching for something that Melody didn’t know he wanted: her sketchbook.

“We have it, and you will despair.” He muttered, holding it at arm’s length.

 

“Ugrgh!” Azura sighed as he sat in the bench in the principal’s office. “This is so unfair. For once in my life, I get some action, and I could get expelled for getting what I deserve. And I’m stuck in an office with a guy. There aren’t any girls.” Azura stated, longing for a female partner.

“What about that Melody?” Claude asked. “Besides, you’re going to take the fall”- Azura screaming interrupted him.

“Silver! Melody has Silver!” He ran straight-out at the door that guarded the office, but passed right though its metal nuts and bolts as if it was nothing more then a wisp of vapor.

 

The man in the cloak grinned as the pages of Melody’s book began to peel off, one by one, the colors in the drawings replaced by gray, black and white ink. Suddenly, the shield shattered as Azura bust though it.

“Melody!” He ran over to her, not noticing the man until the man stepped in front of him, the sketchbook still held in front of him.

“Azura!” Melody sighed in relief.

The man looked down at Azura. “Pitiful. Coming for your wolf?” The man grinned, but promptly stopped as Azura stabbed him in the stomach with the he had hidden in his coat, yet again. The man crouched over, and began to dissolve in black smoke.

“Fools…we…will…have…what we….desire…” And he was gone, leaving only a strong aroma of sour milk and a couple wisps of dark smoke. Suddenly, a man dressed in a white toga, a wreath of laurels in his hair, and very fair skin, appeared next to them, along with a disheveled looking Claude.

“H-headmaster!” Melody stuttered. “I’m so”-

“I do not want excuses.” The principal said. “I want you people to know what you’ve done is very serious. You should have let me and the teachers handle it. Instead, you risk our lives and the lives of the other students in this school."

Azura stepped in front of Melody. “It was me.” He said with his head down. “I started this whole thing. So punish me, Melody and Claude got caught up in it.” The headmaster looked Azura up and down.

“You do know the consequences will be much more serious if you take the blame for these two, right?” The head gestured to Melody and Claude.

“Yeah.”

“Wait, Azura, no!” Melody stepped towards him. Azura shook his head.

“Don’t try to take the blame for this, Melody. It’s my fault and you know it.” Melody’s brown eyes started to tear up, but she stepped down after hugging Azura.

“Vice Principal?” The head asked. A man with greased jet-black hair and waxed mustache appeared before the group.

“Yes?” The V.P drawled.

“Take him away.”

The Vice principal smiled. “Certainly.”

 

 

[Twig]

I'll read it. ^^

 

I'm reading a lot lately...

[Jonny]

also reading it , im happy you putted Vladdy (or me) in it xD

[Compass]

Heh. I'm doing it according to the rp for the time being. I'll post up an app if you two want to make a char.

[Compass]

Number 4 posted!

[Compass]

Bump. Please?

[Night]

D:

 

I leave YCM then i return and its already dead? D:

 

Well. Then. You know what we have to do rite.

[Godot]

Where are my twin katanas? For shame.

 

Jk. Pretty good Compass.

[Compass]

Sorry, I'm adding those in later. See this? (Flashes flashy certificate, then reads it)

"Hereby on this first day of june (or july, I don't have a calander with me) I hereby present this poetic lisence to Compass3, who may use it in any way, shape or form. (Side note: Not valid in the following states: State of mind, State of decay, state your buessiness and delaware.)

[Compass]

I'm posting number five here, because the first post likes to go all screwy on me when I edit things. Anybody know how to make a link that goes directly to a certain post?

[spoiler= Painting 5: Matthew the Bison]

Azura slowly opened his eyes, sitting up slowly. “Urgh…” He muttered. He placed chin on his hands, letting his eyes adjust to the bright forest streaming though the trees in a dappled green flurry. Melody made a small noise, lying next to him. She had traveled a long way after figuring out Matthew’s ruse, trying to find anyone. Tripping somewhere along the line, she just didn’t feel like getting up, and so slept. Azura nudged her gently. “Wake up.” she made a small grunt of waking, opening her eyes.

“So…what’s up?” She asked, knowing that he wasn’t here the night before. She was interrupted by a blur crossing between them. Azura whipped his head around.

“Who was that?” Melody sat up, now wide-awake, tense and ready for a fight. The blur seemed to move around them, streaming by in infinite power and purpose. It stopped just a minute; enough for Melody and Azura to get a good look at a very old, very tired woman. She made a single ‘come hither’ motion, and set off at a considerably slower pace. Melody and Azura didn’t have time to think of it as a trap, and followed without hesitation. No sooner did they pass out of sight when a hand, dirt under the fingernails and dirt everywhere on it, thrust out of the ground. Finally, after much working of his hands and feet, Matthew had broken ground, having found himself 4 feet under when he woke up. Matthew poked his dirtier head out of the hole, looking for the entire world like something straight out of “Lord of the Flies.”

“Somebody owes me an explanation!” He growled softly, and slowly began making his way out of his premature Burial.

 

Melody and Azura ran like they had never ran before, arms and legs pumping, panting like mad dogs from the strain it took for them to keep up with the strange blur of woman and wind, wind and woman. Finally, the woman stopped, and they stopped, too. Before them was a small, single-occupant cottage. The woman sighed, and spoke with a time-tried voice that seemed to be young and old at the same point in time.

“I’m sure you’re wondering who I am, by now. I’m Azeera, the goddess of wind and your grandmother, Azura. But, please call me “Big Breaking Bison up on the hill with flowers and trees and grass with great warrior from ends and depths of time and space and space and time who goes to burger king and orders a large fry on Tuesday nights.” Come inside.” She beckoned them into the cottage, which had native American drums on the walls, and smelled of some strange spice yet unknown to mankind. She sat at a small, circular table with three chairs; Azura and Melody took the other two.

“The time has come to talk of many things…” Azeera glanced at Melody, accusing her with her eyes. Melody got the message, and backed out of the cottage. She was greeted by a bedraggled-looking Matthew, lumbering out of the woods and looking all the world as if he had been buried alive. Of course, he had. His cruel eyes turned to Melody, glinting like some sort of dog’s, or maybe a lion’s. Something brutal and foreign. Melody smiled, perhaps a scared smile, but you have to admire her persistence. She waved.

“Hello there. That was a long bathroom break.” She knew perfectly well what had happened, and Matthew knew that she knew. (He also knew that she knew that he knew that everybody knows that he knows what she knows. You know?) Matthew crouched down, and Melody rushed forward a bit, looking for the entire world a mother kitten calming her kits. Matthew sprang forth, lashing at Melody and managing to pin her against the trunk of a tree.

“You owe me an explanation.” He growled, not at all joking around. “Explain what the heck is going on in my forest!” He accented the words with a good deal of spittle. Melody’s smile wavered, as it splashed against her face like some sort of gross perspiration.

“I’ll try.” She smiled a slightly disgusted smile.

“Shut up and tell me!” Matthew roared savagely. Melody looked at him, with the same motherly look of a mother scolding her child.

“No need to raise your voice.” She slipped out from Matthew’s pin by ducking under and around him, to a safe distance. Before he could interrupt, she began.

“Long ago, before you and I and most anybody we know, the gods began to have children with humans. While this was seen as a way of helping humanity, it also gave the demigods special powers. When these demigods had children, the grandchildren of the gods needed an outlet to use their powers. So, the gods teamed up and bestowed the first grandchild of the gods a blank canvas and a special paintbrush. These paintings, once done, where willed to life. The same has been for everybody ever since.” Melody paused at Matthew’s raised eyebrow. “I know it sounds crazy, but what else do you have to believe?” Matthew took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

“That’s just it. I need something to believe…and it looks like you can give me just that.” He thought for a moment, and Melody began to inch away.

“Enough. You will…no.” He muttered to himself, then said, with considerable difficulty: “Will you please come to the Tree house so we can talk in more…comfortable conditions?” Melody, smiling at this change in Matthew’s manners, happily agreed, so the two set out, walking a distance away from each other. Eventually, Matthew stopped, and pointed off in one direction. “Walk down that way. At the left, you’ll see a rather large wooden house up in a tree. Wait for me there.” Matthew whirled around to bound off the other way, but Melody held him back by the shoulder.

“How do I know I can trust you?” Melody looked concerned.

“I’m going to get washed up. What reason do you have to mistrust me?” Melody opened her mouth, but Matthew cut her off. “Don’t answer that. Anyway, you’ll just have to take a chance. Shouldn’t be too hard for you.” And with that, Matthew broke away and ran off down the other path. Melody stood there for a good few minutes. Must everybody leave her, find her again, then leave even quicker then the last time?

After returning to her senses, she started down the path, hoping that what Matthew had said was true, and that he wasn’t leading her into some trap, like a hornet infestation or a cliff. Would a cliff be in the middle of a forest? While she was pondering this question, Melody almost missed the rope ladder, frayed with age and covered with moss and mold. Almost. She stopped, and took hold of the ladder, looking up to the place from whence it came. She was looking at the biggest tree house she had ever seen. It took up the tops of three rather large trees, and was covered with moss and mold, much like the rope. It was pieced together out of dark wood, light wood, plywood, and the like, in a reckless design that looked like it was a complete miracle it stayed up by itself in the first place. She had serious thoughts of the whole thing falling apart and crushing her. However, she took her deep breath and put her feet and hands on the ladder. Hand, foot, hand, foot, foot, foot, hand, foot. She arrived a small, circular hole in the bottom of the house, covered with a sheet of Plexiglas. Sliding the sheet away, Melody clumsily clambered into the house. Sliding the glass back over, she straightened up, glancing around. For someone living out in the middle of the forest, Matthew knew how to live. In one corner, there was a small bed, large enough for Matthew, but still puny. The tree house was about as wide as the dorm rooms back at the academy, but longer then three of them combined. At one end, a flat-screen TV flickered its symphony of lights and colors. Striding that way, she glanced down to find he had a wooden power outlet, obscured by the countless six-way, three-way, and even ten-way plugs piled up on top of each other, barely holding up its own weight. An extension cord ran along the wall, barely noticeable, to a small refrigerator, from which Melody helped herself to a sparkling water. Where did he get this stuff? Did he steal it? That just didn’t seem like Matthew, the seeming protector of the forest. Melody walked over to the bed and sat on it, looking at the wall across from it. Hundreds of still-life sketches lined the walls, streaming by in infinite profusion. Looks like Matthew drew in his free time. But what with? Her blood becoming colder, she looked around. Then, began a though search. In the fridge, under the bed, by the power outlet…nothing, nothing, nothing. She plopped down on the bed, and finally lay down. Way to tired to do much else. Her head hit something hard, and, whipping the pillow out from under her, she found a sketchbook, several crumpled pieces of paper, a Twix wrapper, and a long, greenish brush with short bristles and a shaft of green, glowing color.

 

 

[Compass]

Guess it's too much to ask for people to stick around? Oh, well. Painting 6 is coming soon.

[bury the year]

In answer to your question, where it says "Post: #X" in the upper-right hand corner of the post, click the "#" and copy and paste the link that appears. :3

[Night]

"Painting" 5 is smexay. I really like how Azura, is exactly how i pictured him when Role Playing. This my friend is a job well done. And even though there are no others to read this, I'll continue to. MORE!

[Compass]

thanks!

I'm working on number 6, but it'll be awhile. It's been busy around here.

[Compass]

[spoiler=Painting 6: The Buried and The Fallen (dedicated to Teh Rua in honor of his Birthday!)]

Azeera laid back in her chair, the picture of ease. “Well, how have you been, Azura? Besides finding yourself a girlfriend?” Azura’s face darkened slightly.

“She’s not my…you know.” Azura sighed. “So give it to be straight. Who are you? And what do you want with me?”

“I’ve already told you, I’m Breaking Bison up on-“

“Not your Indian name! More of…your real name.”

“Breaking Bison up on hill with-“

“Can you at least tell me what you want with me?” Azura hung his head, exasperated.

“I’m the Goddess of wind, also known as Azeera, and your grandmother.” She glanced out of the side of her eye. “You want to know why you can’t control wind, just fire? Simple. It’s the prophecy. The one your Headmaster’s seer predicted quite the while ago. I’d say…five millennia.”

“What’s the thing say?”

“That’ll be said in due time. For know, you’ll have to settle for taking a look at that picture over there.” She pointed to a rather old painting, fraying at the edges of its frame but beautifully done, hanging next to a deerskin drum. Azura swept over to it. He’d never seen such perfection in art before. At the far left of the painting, a boy he realized as himself, although at a younger age, was holding a pinwheel and laughing in sheer joy. To his right, another boy, about Azura’s age now, was turned to the boy Azura, smiling benignly. But his eyes where shadowed by a dark presence behind them. Second to the right, a man stood, with rather untidy brown hair and a small pair of glasses askew on his nose. At the far right stood the woman he was talking to, a slender specimen with a long, bight red dress and reddish streaks in her brown hair.

“That’s you, your brother (who was taken up by Kronos,) your father, and your other Grandmother. Fray, the goddess of fire. Feisty little thing you can’t get a single thing past. She’s rather a man’s lady, if you know what I mean.” Azura turned back to the old woman, who had now put her feet up on the table.

“What do you mean, taken up by Kronos?” Azeera stroked her chin.

“How would kids today say it…no, it’s not groovy…he was taken into the dark side.” She smiled. “He’s still out there, and I’m still looking for him. Your family was always my favorite, the direct-decedents of Hercules…he was a strong lad, hale and hearty.” The door slamming open, revealing a chuckling Claude, interrupted her.

“Hello. Azura.” He grinned. “I believe we where interrupted…”

“Stay out. Who is this boy, Azura? Do you know him?” Azeera demanded.

“He’s a servant of Kronos, I guess…” Azura trailed off. “Do you even know what you are?”

“No.” Claude snapped at him. “But I do know you’re an unguarded idiot and I’m your assassin!” Claude lunged at Azura, fingers splayed wide, before Azeera, almost as if she had teleported, stood in front of him.

“Kronos, eh?” Azeera tilted her head. “Always fighting, fighting, fighting. All he cared about was getting all the toys the other gods could have played with.” Azeera let loose a single tear. “He broke my tricycle.” Azeera looked at Claude sadly. “Not one step closer, lad. Or I’ll finish you.”

Claude barked at the goddess. “Do you know who I am? ‘Course you don’t, living out in the middle of the woods, refusing to even talk to the other gods! I’m the best, the talk of the town, and I quote ‘gods weekly’ when I say: ‘The hottest battler ever to hit a coliseum!’” Azeera looked unimpressed.

“You’re not all that good. Not good enough to beat even the lowest of gods.” Azeera pushed Azura back a few feet, who let her stand for him silently. The two fighters tensed, and Azura blinked. And it was done.

Azeera was standing atop Claude, her foot resting on a head that was beginning to resemble a strawberry with two black eyes. She leaned down to him. “Don’t get too cocky, hm?”

And she was gone, along with the cottage and Claude. Azura stood there, blinking, trying to take in what had just happened. Was that the power of a god? Finally, Azura shook his head violently and went off in search of anybody who could give him food.

 

Matthew hopped up into the tree house, dragging a limp body with him.

“Hey!” Matthew hollered at Melody, who was busy digesting a digest on a digest of a digest of ‘Hamlet.’ She rushed over, and helped Matthew drag the body up and onto a bed.

“Vladdy!” She recognized him from school. Matthew looked curiously at her.

“You know him?” He stared at Vladdy for a good long while. “Oh! He’s the boy who found you people around the same time I did.” Melody nodded sagely.

“So…what do we do now?” Melody asked Matthew.

“Wait for him to wake up, I guess. He’s breathing, so he’s not dead, but he looks the part.” He glanced at Vladdy’s motionless body.

Melody sighed, and sat down next to Matthew. He inched away from her in that awkward way boys have.

“So…shall we come back to the matter at hand?” Matthew asked challengingly.

“Why not?” Melody sighed. Matthew looked at her quizzically.

“Even I’m not that dense, to believe in magic. Did you drug me, or something? Or am I drugged right now?”

“You’re not drugged, you’re just in a state of denial. Here.” She whipped out her brush from her pocket, along with a small post-it note, which was supposed to be reminding her of a math test. It would now serve a different purpose. Brushing the note lightly with the brush, she barely glanced at her handiwork before handing the paper to Matthew.

“Bubbles?” Matthew asked. Melody nodded. They both waited.

“Is something going to happen? Or not?” Matthew held the sticky note close to his eye, chuckling awkwardly. All of a sudden, brilliant azure bubbles streamed out of the sticky note in a surge of blue light. Matthew jumped about six feet off the sofa, crying out and dropping the note. The bubbles surrounded Melody, who glanced at them fondly. She stared at Matthew out of the corner of her eye. Matthew stuttered for a good bit, and then he was on his hands and knees, groveling.

“Forgive, oh Lord. I did not know you would appear to me here. Please, forgive”- Matthew was interrupted by Melody yanking him roughly to his feet.

“I’m not God. I’m just another person thrown about by life, and expected to live though it.” Melody was still smiling that half-smile. “Now that game time is done, let’s see what we can do about Vladdy here.” She dropped Matthew, who managed to catch himself, and rushed over to the boy lying on the bed.

“Vladdy, Vladdy. What’s wrong with you?” She murmured, looking him up and down.

“I guess he’s just unconscious.” She said, more to herself then Matthew, who was still bearing a look of dazed confusion. Melody shifted Vladd’s position a bit. He made small murmuring noises when she did this.

“I guess I have to let him sleep.” She turned to Matthew. “You can stop being shell-shocked now. I’m not God.” Matthew slowly nodded.

“Not God…right. Are you…a prophet?”

Melody rushed up so her face was about 3 inches from Matthew’s. They where almost exactly the same height, but she seemed more powerful in the perfect confidence that she carried herself in.

“Now look here. I’m not a prophet, I’m not God, and I’m not anything like that you can think of. You know what I am? A scared middle school student who just wants everybody to be happy!” She nearly cried this part. Matthew’s face returned to a look of dumbfounded ness. Melody’s rant was interrupted by a moan from the bed. She rushed over to Vladdy, who was sitting himself up and rubbing his head.

“Urgh…Where am I? I remember falling from about 5 feet above the ground after…” He paused, looking bashful.

“Melody! You’re here! Listen, there’s something I want to tell you without anybody”- He was interrupted by Matthew’s presence.

“At least he was above the ground. I was below it.” He continued to grumble as he rushed around the tree house, doing any random chore that caught his fancy, always steering clear of Melody and Vladdy.

“Are you really okay?” Melody asked, concerned.

“Fine.” He muttered gruffly, swinging himself off the bed and landing on the wood planks with a thud, which seemed to echo for quite a long time. Matthew bustled to the rope ladder. His grumbling intensified, but he left to return to his sulking. Claude climbed until he got up to the floor and glanced around him.

“Oh…Hi.” He smiled at the two of them, his mind racing. They hadn’t been at the fight, so…

“Hi there. We’re just here, hanging out until somebody decides to do something.” Vladdy paced around the house.

“Did you see?” Claude asked, doing his best to sound rather frightened.

“See what?” Melody asked uncertainly.

“Azura! He teamed up on me and sided with Kronos, the god of darkness!”

“Oh, great, now The Lord of the Flies is in the picture. Just marvelous.” Matthew stated, louder then he should have. Everybody pretty much ignored him.

“I can’t believe that!” Melody proclaimed.

“Well, he took The Lord of the Trees over there hostage, so he meant business.”

“Well, actually”-

“Really?” Vladdy interrupted. “Maybe we should ask him.”

Claude hesitated, thinking furiously. Then: “Kronos used some sort of psycho mind-meld to mess up our senses, so Matthew wouldn’t have seen the same thing I did.”

“I saw him beating the crap out of me and then burying me four feet under, but what do I know?”

“Give us a play-by-play.”

“Well, first, Azura sort of shot me with a fire-darkness beam sort of thing, but I managed to dodge that thing, and sent a few knifes his way. He ducked behind the a chair, and then”-

“You’re lying.” Everybody turned to Matthew, gazing at them all benignly. “A real villain would have used his psycho mind-meld to make it look like you where attacking an ally.” The other two turned back to Claude, looking at him suspiciously.

“He does have a point.” Melody said.

“Definitely. Maybe we should”- He was interrupted by Claude punching Vladdy in the face then rolling towards Matthew, who was behind a small, wooden table. He pointed his brush at the Skeptic.

“One move, and our Lord of the Trees here gets it!” He said, slamming his hand on the table for emphasis.

“Matthew, don’t move!” Melody whipped out her brush…and Matthew was hitting Claude hand over and over again with a hammer with the intensity of a baby pushing a star-shaped block into a rectangular hole.

“AH!” Claude leaped back, letting go off the table and rushing towards the exit, his hand already developing a sheen of purplish-black. Vladdy sent him off with a large beam of fire from his brush, scorching the wood and almost setting the house on fire, but a bit of Melody’s watery art calmed down the flames.

“There two of you?” Matthew stood, staring at them. First, he crossed himself. Then, he dropped away in a dead faint

 

 

[Jonny]

Hmm , nice story Compass , nice

[Compass]

I'm in need of characters for when I run out of the orginal rp's storyline! Please post an app if you have the time!