Izura-Kanasai

"I believe congratulations are in order. Not only has Fouquet been captured, but I've heard rumor that your familiar is the most powerful on record. For your actions in both standing against Fouquet and protecting your familiar, as well as your familiar's in capturing her, I grant you the title of Chevalier." Henrietta said, trying to be formal with her best friend. Izura stood next to Louise, his eyes closed and humming a tune his mother sung when he was a kid to get him to sleep. She called it Dragon Soul, befitting of the upbeat and optimistic song. He didn't notice Henrietta extend her hand to him at first because of it. "Princess you ca

I want you to let me know how many references you can spot. One of them better be obvious. Izura paused, his "clones" also doing the same. They all had the same idea, one of them disappearing from the group and going to investigate. While the remaining three continued with the show, the original was off to see what happened. It looked as though a mage had been trying to break into the castle for some reason or another. He stood there, looking at her with a serious look that told her he wasn't letting her just do as she pleased. Which was ironic considering she didn't know just how strong he was. "What are you doing here? Can't you mind your

The school had never seen anything like it. A fierce, raging red aura surrounded Izura and his mother, both of them crashing together in a furious battle of skill and stamina. The former was being more strained while the latter was still green as grass, but neither one giving in to their bodies' pleas for rest. Izura was breathing heavy while his mother seemed to be just fine, maybe a little worn out. "I'm impressed Izura; just like your father. However, you're still not strong enough." she said, the red aura round her fading away. Suddenly her ki began to spike, flaring up to be twice the size and a golden yellow. Her hair began to flutter

The sun peaked through the clouds, shining light onto the sleeping familiar. It was quiet and peaceful. Something about peace didn't sit well with saiyans, the form under the sheets shivering. Sitting up, he immediately noticed his weights were removed. Quickly looking around the room, Izura noted it's emptiness, save the window next to his bed. He stripped down and immediately changed. Just after he pulled his pants up and was putting his shirt on, Louise, Kirche, and a blunette whom hadn't been introduced. Teal eyes locked with onyx ones, an unspoken conversation that, had it not been for Kirche's mind immediately wandering off into "passio

"YOU WANT WHAT?!" Louise shouted, earning more than a few curious looks from her classmates. While Louise didn't seem to care all that much, Tatsuya wished she had a little more tact. Sometimes things were better left behind closed doors; he doubted she would have enough self-control to keep her mouth shut about more sensitive topics. "Well, you don't expect me to walk around in shredded rags every day to you? Besides, they don't feel like weights anymore. Not to mention the fact that a sword makes me look more like a bodyguard, so it'd be good to have one." Tatsuya was beginning to think he was the only one who was thinking rationally. It m

(Skip to 2:00. Just using the Multi-Form, however I encourage you to, if you haven't already, watch DBZA by TFS) Tatsuya stood still, his focus on the fight beginning to settle in. He knew he could win but he didn't want to just humiliate him. Lessons need to be learned. Like don't pick a fight unless you need to "I commend you for your bravery and actually choosing to fight. I will show you that I am not as cruel and force you-" Guiche began, the girls around him beginning to swoon. "Can we fight now?" the Saiyan asked impatiently, dropping his stance in exasperation. The mage before him flinched, though made sure it was hardly noticeable.

"Max, what's is going on?" Blake asked, arriving to find a rather put off Max and an angry Yang. The latter was so angry even her semblance was activated. She found herself feeling a tinge of jealousy from seeing some unnamed student hanging off Maxwell like he was just eye candy. As well known for his looks as he was, there were several and far more noticeable things about him. Like his absurd strength. His happy-go-lucky personality when things are rather calm. His outstanding moral fiber. (If you have seen Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and don't get that I swear to God I'm going to shove a brick of the Verizon Guy's ass. Props if you

The dance was starting, teams JNPR and CFVY were the first to arrive. Followed by RWBY and CRDL and several other teams. It wasn't long before everyone was there. Yang looked around, but she only saw one person with white hair, who was on the dance floor and wearing a dress. Max walked in, pretending to be "fashionably late". He went up to Yang and bowed, lifting his head up with a smirk. He came in alone, which shocked her. She was about to activate her semblance when she saw the smirk on his face, mentally slapping herself around when she realized who he was talking about just a few hours prior. He gestured towards the stage that was set up

Some thought she was sick. She wasn't sick. "Love." She calls. The man she gazes at is covered in vines. Her babies. Her vines. They all seemed to grow a liking to him, she didn't know why, but she knew he had quite the green thumb when it came to her little beauties. That's why she kissed him. Seduced him. Enthralled him and poisoned him. Poisoned his mind - poisoned his heart - and changed him completely. Once, a single man living in the lonely parts of Gotham, now an eternal slave to do her bidding. "Dearest?" He replies. He walks towards her, tripping over overgrown roots, and ducking through hanging branches. This was the state of Got