The Academy of Mystical Beings discussion

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((thought he deserved one since he hasn't collected in awhile ^--^!))

((aww but keane's special))

((Keane's funny ^-^ ))

Keane strolled into his new lab, carrying several containers all filled with, well you can guess. He set to work singing a song about barney and weed.

((lol, 'you can guess' XP ))

Aryll knocks on the shed.doors leading to.his.lab

The door opened.
Keane was running around."hello. hello, come to help?"

Aryll looks a little skeptical."yeah sure. I'll help," she says.

Keane handed her a carton."sort the hands..don't worry they are color coded."he said ."so what did you way to talk about?"

Aryll looks at the hands. "Oh um nothing," she says, picking up a black hand. She.grimaced as she.put it in the correct spot.

"don't lie, not many visit me in my lab just for'fun"keane said happily.

"But i love sorting... hands...." aryll says. "Why did you start this.collection anyway?"

Keane squeaked with laughter."that my dear is a real secret."

Aryll shrugs, tossig another hand into a bin. She made a mental note to scrub her hands clean later.

"nothing at all you want to say."keane asked stabbing fingers in a stick.

Aryll is quiet for a minute. "Do i have any right.to be jealous? Of Amele, I mean?" She says suddenly.

Keane thought for a moment."if I were you her head would already be on a plaque."he said.

Aryll laughs. "Thanks," she says. "So im guessing you have expierience in the plaque business?" She asks.

"eh, I guess."keane said."so what are yOu going to do a out it?"

Aryll shakes her head. "Im probably just going to take Skylah and Dominic and just leave. No sense.in staying here," she says. No sense in letting them grow up knowing their father's a monster.

((Thus the future where Dominic comes from ^^))

Keane nodded."that seems like the best thing, if this was any other situation but its not, you should talk to Cameron."he said looking at her.

Aryll nods. "Cameron... okay..." she looks at him. "Thankyou."

Keane nodded."no thank you, those hands would have taken forever...oh wait Aryll.."

Aryll looks at him. "Yes Keane?"

Keane walked over to her, holding out a small glass bottle filled with green liquid."here, its a truth potion. maybe you'll find your path this way."

Aryll takes it. "Thanks," she says, leaving.

Keane waved disappearing.

Keane looked up."ahhhhh Amele. fancy seeing you here."he said smiling, wiping blood off his hands."come to help me? or need advice?"

"fine fine."he said throwing her a jar."hold this and come over here."he said ushering her next to him in front of a table where a body lay cut open."so talk."

Keane started sifting through the body, the Beatle juice song playing in the background."now my question is, what kind of love do you have for him?"

OMG THAT makes it so hard to decide!! Awwwww

Keane giggled."that is so sweet it makes me sick!"
"jealous?"
"no remember you were engaged?"
"was.."
He looked down at the body.
"amele... Pretty name by the way. I'm not sure what to say... See you have such a good heart and yet you keep it in. Might you want to tell him? Or if not him than Aryll?"

Keane nodded in understanding. "whether you like it or not you are in between them. Technically you were he first."he said."talking to Aryll would be my my first suggestion or maybe Jonah?"

Keane looked down at her arm."care to donate?" he asked.
He smacked his own face.
"true ..not Aryll but Jonah. Why? Because out of everyone he seems to know shia on a more deeper level. They are twins you know. Might be helpful."
((srry if I vanish tired..))

((a week!? Ouch..))
Keane smiled, Plopping intestines into the jar she was holding."funny? Schuyler said that too. Must. Be going bonkers...don't wait women find him."he said.

"what am I some map?
Library I think."keane said smiling, flashing his sharp teeth."tra la la...oh my oh my..come back soon?"

(( awww that sucks!))

((oh god he has a lab?))

Keane waved, turning back to the body. He hummed happily to himself. The bonfire! Yes he almost forgot. Tra la la.

Shia smashed through the door with Skylah. He heard a knocking downstairs.

Shia flitted downstairs, the whole room smell awful, like rotting flesh. The knocking came right from under his foot."start digging."he said to Skylah getting onto his knees.

"promise you one later."Shia muttered, his hands raking away the dirt until he came to a coffin."oh shit.."he said.

Shia finally punched through,A hand wrapped around his wrist and he pulled up. Fleur flew out at him, they fell backwards. She was crying hysterically.

Fleur hugged her tight, unable to speak.

Shia shook his head."his memory is coming back again."

Shia sat down on the floor."you don't know?"

Fleur wiped her eyes."he use to be sane.."

((this may be kind of long......... heh:))

Fleur got up going to one of the bookshelves and taking out a journal."He use to be sane."she said before reading...


November 28, 1781
When I arose out of the shadows I was given a gift for bearing the weight of darkness. A child an angelic baby girl with blonde almost white hair and dazzling emerald eyes like my own. I instantly fell in love with her, nursing her and caring for her just like any father. Now being the reason for why children wake up screaming from nightmares and all the hatred in the world, that guilt, doesn't seem so bad anymore.


January 2 1782
They took her, my lovely angel, right from under my nose. We had just come back from ice skating, she went to change and I was making hot chocolate. They grabbed her through the window. I heard her scream my name but I was too late. They were immortals, out to make the world pay.
They told me they wanted a bio-humanoid super weapon by the spring or else she would die. Two thoughts came to my mind, 1. It was impossible and 2. I must try no matter the cost.

February 5, 1782
I embraced my darkness and began murdering innocent people. I turned the house into a lab which soon filled with bodies. The smell of rotting flesh and the sound of ripping bodies slowly chipped away at my mind. Insanity slowly trickling down through the cracks. I can't stop. I try and try and try. Nothing in the world matters but getting my baby girl back. Not even when I vomit after each murder, that is even getting better to tolerate. But I do not have the technology or the time. I can't give up....

April 17 1782
They delivered her body on my front door step right after the first spring storm came by. Savaged beauty.
She was dead, the dagger of the immortals right through her heart, my own creation. A note attached said they were disappointed and would try someone else.
I feel insane, I have no idea who I am anymore. I destroyed that dagger and buried the first and last complete and perfect corpse in my yard....

Fleur took a deep breath."that's when it stopped."
Shia shook his head."he lost his mind completely after that.To this day he still keeps working on that project even after he's forgotten that child's name. He promised he wouldn't give up. Darkness cradled him and he never could recover."

((why do we always give them such terrible pasts... O.o
poor, poor Keane *hugs Keane and never lets go*))

((sorry!!! your right I don't........ hmmmm))

Fleur nodded."yeah, the whole De Loon line is filled with sadness."

Shia stayed silent.

Fleur shrugged."we've tried."she said."and I need to go..."She said not like being here.

Shia stood up."lets go back to the flat Sky."