Yellowseed High

[Rayleonarde]

Ray smiled coldly, waiting for Acon to boil the vermin.

[Aconitum]

The mouse squeaked yet again, but it wasn't the location of the cheese. Acon brought the mouse to her nose. "Remember, you forced me to do this." She growled, turning the stove on higher and letting the small animal fall into the scolding water.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray smiled, as his arms became black masses attached to his body. Tendrils reached out, and maneuvered towards the pot.

[Aconitum]

Acon turned and pat Ray on his head. "Don't make too much of a mess."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray smiled, and his eyes went black. His mouth snapped open, as the mouse was lifted out of the water. Ray lunged towards his prey, and after a few moments, retreated. The mouse was nothing more than a husk of it's former self, doomed to remain between the worlds of the living and the dead. Ray returned to normal, and rubbed his nose.

[Aconitum]

Acon was on the ground, arm deep into a mouse hole. She bit her tongues as she dug around.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray stole up behind Acon, silently, and waited. He had his thin arms folded behind his back.

[Aconitum]

Acon smiled brightly when she found the block of sharp shudder she was looking for.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray turned, and looked at the front door.

[Cifero Windtail]

Raziel cocked an eyebrow. "Which one was the harvester? The pig guy?"

[Kyle MaJoi]

"No," Father Thomas replied, "The necromancer is but a pawn to the Harvester, for his real name is Father Dreadson."

[Cifero Windtail]

Raziel looked over at Father Thomas, a number of knives and other weapons spread out on a pew near him. "Father Dreadson... We just heard something about him in history class," he said, a look of realization coming to his face.

[Kyle MaJoi]

"Indeed." The raccoon added, "He is responsible for countless atrocities."

[Tim Siguire]

Tim decided to take a stroll outside and look at random objects and houses.
"Fffpphphub... so boring out here, forbidden magic inside the town, I can't even practice anywhere except for in that room under the house."
It was a bit dark but he didn't mind, he knew he could freely use his flames. He would look like a ghoul or spirit under the flames, so it didn't matter.
"You can't bend the rule if you don't know how to stay cool."
Tim placed a Blue Flame Aura around him.

[Cifero Windtail]

"Indeed." The raccoon added, "He is responsible for countless atrocities."

Raziel sighed and nodded, strapping his demonic returning dagger to his leg. "So he's not good news," he said, glancing over at Father Thomas. "Tell me... Are angel blades any good against the things in there? Or demon-killing knives? Which would be better, a slashing weapon or a stabbing weapon or something in between?"