Disclaimer: Draco is mine, Genesis is Julie's, Seifer and Squall are Squaresoft's and Ares is probably Greece's because that's who worships him. Please don't steal anything. thank you very much and please review. Peace, me.
The newest student.
First there was the blessed unconsciousness.
Then there was the blinding light, enough noise to wake the dead and the satirical laughter of Ares. most of all there was the reek of liquor, hard and soft and the tangy, sickly sweet stench of vomit. Ares walked between the unconscious youths to the ones sprawled on couches and recliners and the occasional pull-out love seat. Beer bottles, gin, whiskey, tequila, vodka, brandy, rum, and everclear bottles were strewn everywhere in between the unconscious or groaning bodies.
"Rise and shine my bunch of budding adolescent alcoholics." Ares said, smiling.
"Ooh, bright light, bright light." Came the still slightly slurred voice of Raven, his niece to most but that was only a show. His sibling instincts kicked in but he held his cool.
But then Seifer, who was laying very close to her on a narrow couch made the remark of, "You watch too much television."
Ares smiled a toothy smile and said nothing.
*
Later that evening Ares typed away on his computer, searching the databases for a competent warrior left to his own device in the world. Finally he found one that suited him perfectly:
Bio: Darkpanther, Draco L.
Age: 123 years of age.
Birth date: October 14, 1878
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 170 lbs.
Hair color: black, to mid calf
Eye color: human) blue; Panther) Gold.
Shifter Animal: Panther
Home town: Celina, Vampatia, Transylvania
Starred: Darkwolf, Raven A. of Kydebra, Vampatia, Transylvania
Standard Weapon: sword (Darkscream)
Overall Evaluation
Fighting style is somewhat of made up. Goes with the flow of things often. nice reflexes , moves like his animal. Personality wise, very competitive on many levels. Deep understanding of things around him and can catch on to new training every quickly. Outstanding student, very well mannered but quick to flare up.
Now resides in Las Angeles, California, United States of America.
Ares smiled slyly, this was going to be easier than he thought.
*
"...All right then, lets settle down here." Ares clapped his hands as he walked into the huge training area where the four elite students were warming up in their respective pairs, " We have a new student."
The four turned to face him, sheathing swords of laying them across his or her shoulder. They all looked toward the door as Ares said,
"Draco, come on in." He turned as a blue eyed guy with black hair walked in.
Everyone, even Squall, looked at Raven and the look of surprise on her face.
"Draco?!? Oh my god!" she looked at Seifer, "Do you see him? Is he really there?"
Seifer looked sort of sad but he smiled for her benefit, "Yeah. he's there."
Raven ran toward Draco but he looked sideways at Ares and drew a finger down his tattooed left forearm. Raven stopped on front of him and smiling, hugged him.
Ares smiled, watching.
*
Genesis and Squall were talking about the new development Ares had thrown at Raven and her love of Seifer.
Draco, her self chosen soulmate who bore her name on his left arm as the sign that showed their connection, from Vampatia who turned into a panther at will along with the lunar phases was the newest member of the elite class self taught by Ares to be the best fighters that they could ever be.
It frankly pissed Gen off the way Ares flaunted the fact of Raven being his sister and the exact way he acted like a scorned lover. It was sickening the way he always tried to change her mind toward him.
Hmmm... something to think over for next time.
The newest student.
First there was the blessed unconsciousness.
Then there was the blinding light, enough noise to wake the dead and the satirical laughter of Ares. most of all there was the reek of liquor, hard and soft and the tangy, sickly sweet stench of vomit. Ares walked between the unconscious youths to the ones sprawled on couches and recliners and the occasional pull-out love seat. Beer bottles, gin, whiskey, tequila, vodka, brandy, rum, and everclear bottles were strewn everywhere in between the unconscious or groaning bodies.
"Rise and shine my bunch of budding adolescent alcoholics." Ares said, smiling.
"Ooh, bright light, bright light." Came the still slightly slurred voice of Raven, his niece to most but that was only a show. His sibling instincts kicked in but he held his cool.
But then Seifer, who was laying very close to her on a narrow couch made the remark of, "You watch too much television."
Ares smiled a toothy smile and said nothing.
*
Later that evening Ares typed away on his computer, searching the databases for a competent warrior left to his own device in the world. Finally he found one that suited him perfectly:
Bio: Darkpanther, Draco L.
Age: 123 years of age.
Birth date: October 14, 1878
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 170 lbs.
Hair color: black, to mid calf
Eye color: human) blue; Panther) Gold.
Shifter Animal: Panther
Home town: Celina, Vampatia, Transylvania
Starred: Darkwolf, Raven A. of Kydebra, Vampatia, Transylvania
Standard Weapon: sword (Darkscream)
Overall Evaluation
Fighting style is somewhat of made up. Goes with the flow of things often. nice reflexes , moves like his animal. Personality wise, very competitive on many levels. Deep understanding of things around him and can catch on to new training every quickly. Outstanding student, very well mannered but quick to flare up.
Now resides in Las Angeles, California, United States of America.
Ares smiled slyly, this was going to be easier than he thought.
*
"...All right then, lets settle down here." Ares clapped his hands as he walked into the huge training area where the four elite students were warming up in their respective pairs, " We have a new student."
The four turned to face him, sheathing swords of laying them across his or her shoulder. They all looked toward the door as Ares said,
"Draco, come on in." He turned as a blue eyed guy with black hair walked in.
Everyone, even Squall, looked at Raven and the look of surprise on her face.
"Draco?!? Oh my god!" she looked at Seifer, "Do you see him? Is he really there?"
Seifer looked sort of sad but he smiled for her benefit, "Yeah. he's there."
Raven ran toward Draco but he looked sideways at Ares and drew a finger down his tattooed left forearm. Raven stopped on front of him and smiling, hugged him.
Ares smiled, watching.
*
Genesis and Squall were talking about the new development Ares had thrown at Raven and her love of Seifer.
Draco, her self chosen soulmate who bore her name on his left arm as the sign that showed their connection, from Vampatia who turned into a panther at will along with the lunar phases was the newest member of the elite class self taught by Ares to be the best fighters that they could ever be.
It frankly pissed Gen off the way Ares flaunted the fact of Raven being his sister and the exact way he acted like a scorned lover. It was sickening the way he always tried to change her mind toward him.
Hmmm... something to think over for next time.