.... With the return of Riku Harasori, Blue Crystal Academy has become a safe haven for wizarding students from around the world. Auroras have been stationed around the school, but "accidents" still are managing to happen. Small incidents occur here and there and occasionally a student will show up injured. But for the most part only "hauntings" have occured. Professors and Auroras have attempted to calm the students' nerves with excuses like the castle's age, but none of the students believe them.
Students edge around the school nervously, but calm over the weekends when they are allowed down to Owlhead Alley. They make a point to relax while they can. And now that the "accidents" are growing further and further appart, even the Auroras seem to be relaxing. Classes have been postponed due to summer vacations and family visits and those who still remain at BCA are making sure that they have fun.
But is Riku really gone? Or has he simply been... watching?
It's up to the students now. Will they be able to realize what's coming before it's too late?
The Beetle and the Silken Thread « Result #1 on Feb 27, 2009, 11:46pm »
The strange adventures related in the story of the Beetle and the Silken Thread took place in the town of Allahabad, "the City of God," so called because it is situated near the point of meeting of the two sacred rivers of India, the Ganges, which the Hindus lovingly call Mother Ganga because they believe its waters can wash away their sins, and the Jumna, which they consider scarcely less holy.
The ruler of Allahabad was a very selfish and hot-tempered Raja named Surya Pratap, signifying "Powerful as the Sun," who expected everybody to obey him without a moment's delay, and was ready to punish in a very cruel manner those who hesitated to do so. He would never listen to a word of explanation, or own that he had been mistaken, even when he knew full well that he was in the wrong. He had a mantri, that is to say, a chief vizier or officer, whom he greatly trusted, and really seemed to be fond of, for he liked to have him always near him. The vizier was called Dhairya-Sila, or "the Patient One," because he never lost his temper, no matter what provocation he received. He had a beautiful house, much money and many jewels, carriages to drive about in, noble horses to ride and many servants to wait upon him, all given to him by his master. But what he loved best of all was his faithful wife, Buddhi-Mati, or "the Sensible One," whom he had chosen for himself, and who would have died for him.
Many of the Raja's subjects were jealous of Dhairya-Sila, and constantly brought accusations against him, of none of which his master took any notice, except to punish those who tried to set him against his favourite. It really seemed as if nothing would ever bring harm to Dhairya-Sila; but he often told his wife that such good fortune was not likely to last, and that she must be prepared for a change before long.
It turned out that he was right. For one day Surya Pratap ordered him to do what he considered would be a shameful deed. He refused; telling his master that he was wrong to think of such a thing, and entreating him to give up his purpose. "All your life long," he said, "you will wish you had listened to me; for your conscience will never let you rest!"
On hearing these brave words, Surya Pratap flew into a terrible rage, summoned his guards, and ordered them to take Dhairya-Sila outside the city to a very lofty tower, and leave him at the top of it, without shelter from the sun and with nothing to eat or drink. The guards were at first afraid to touch the vizier, remembering how others had been punished for only speaking against him. Seeing their unwillingness, the Raja got more and more angry; but Dhairya-Sila himself kept quite calm, and said to the soldiers:
"I go with you gladly. It is for the master to command and for me to obey."
The guards were relieved to find they need not drag the vizier away; for they admired his courage and felt sure that the Raja would soon find he could not get on without him. It might go hardly with them if he suffered harm at their hands. So they only closed in about him; and holding himself very upright, Dhairya-Sila walked to the tower as if he were quite glad to go. In his heart however he knew full well that it would need all his skill to escape with his life.
When her husband did not come home at night, Buddhi-Mati was very much distressed. She guessed at once that something had gone wrong, and set forth to try and find out what had happened. This was easy enough; for as she crept along, with her veil closely held about her lest she should be recognised, she passed groups of people discussing the terrible fate that had befallen the favourite. She decided that she must wait until midnight, when the streets would be deserted and she could reach the tower unnoticed. It was almost dark when she got there, but in the dim light of the stars she made out the form of him she loved better than herself, leaning over the edge of the railing at the top.
"Is my dear lord still alive?" she whispered, "and is there anything I can do to help him?"
"You can do everything that is needed to help me," answered Dhairya-Sila quietly, "if you only obey every direction I give you. Do not for one moment suppose that I am in despair. I am more powerful even now than my master, who has but shown his weakness by attempting to harm me. Now listen to me. Come to-morrow night at this very hour, bringing with you the following things: first, a beetle; secondly, sixty yards of the finest silk thread, as thin as a spider's web; thirdly, sixty yards of cotton thread, as thin as you can get it, but very strong; fourthly, sixty yards of good stout twine; fifthly, sixty yards of rope, strong enough to carry my weight; and last, but certainly not least, one drop of the purest bees' honey."
Buddhi-Mati listened very attentively to these strange instructions, and began to ask questions about them. "Why do you want the beetle? Why do you want the honey?" and so on. But her husband checked her. "I have no strength to waste in explanations," he said. "Go home in peace, sleep well, and dream of me." So the anxious wife went meekly away; and early the next day she set to work to obey the orders she had received. She had some trouble in obtaining fine enough silk, so very, very thin it had to be, like a spider's web; but the cotton, twine and rope were easily bought; and to her surprise she was not asked what she wanted them for. It took her a good while to choose the beetle. For though she had a vague kind of idea that the silk, the cotton, twine, and rope, were to help her husband get down from the tower, she could not imagine what share the beetle and the honey were to take. In the end she chose a very handsome, strong-looking, brilliantly coloured fellow who lived in the garden of her home and whom she knew to be fond of honey.
All the time Buddhi-Mati was at work for her husband, she was thinking of him and looking forward to the happy day of his return home. She had such faith in him that she did not for a moment doubt that he would escape; but she was anxious about the future, feeling sure that the Raja would never forgive Dhairya-Sila for being wiser than himself. Exactly at the time fixed the faithful wife appeared at the foot of the tower, with all the things she had been told to bring with her.
"Is all well with my lord?" she whispered, as she gazed up through the darkness. "I have the silken thread as fine as gossamer, the cotton thread, the twine, the rope, the beetle and the honey."
"Yes," answered Dhairya-Sila, "all is still well with me. I have slept well, feeling confident that my dear one would bring all that is needed for my safety; but I dread the great heat of another day, and we must lose no time in getting away from this terrible tower. Now attend most carefully to all I bid you do; and remember not to speak loud, or the sentries posted within hearing will take alarm and drive you away. First of all, tie the end of the silken thread round the middle of the beetle, leaving all its legs quite free. Then rub the drop of honey on its nose, and put the little creature on the wall, with its nose turned upwards towards me. It will smell the honey, but will not guess that it carries it itself, and it will crawl upwards in the hope of getting to the hive from which that honey came. Keep the rest of the silk firmly held, and gradually unwind it as the beetle climbs up. Mind you do not let it slip, for my very life depends on that slight link with you."
Buddhi-Mati, though her hands shook and her heart beat fast as she realized all that depended on her, kept the silk from becoming entangled; and when it was nearly all unwound, she heard her husband's voice saying to her: "Now tie the cotton thread to the end of the silk that you hold, and let it gradually unwind." She obeyed, fully understanding now what all these preparations were for.
When the little messenger of life reached the top of the tower, Dhairya-Sila took it up in his hand and very gently unfastened the silken thread from its body. Then he placed the beetle carefully in a fold of his turban, and began to pull the silken thread up--very, very slowly, for if it had broken, his wonderful scheme would have come to an end. Presently he had the cotton thread in his fingers, and he broke off the silk, wound it up, and placed it too in his turban. It had done its duty well, and he would not throw it away.
"Half the work is done now," he whispered to his faithful wife. "You have all but saved me now. Take the twine and tie it to the end of the cotton thread."
Very happily Buddhi-Mati obeyed once more; and soon the cotton thread and twine were also laid aside, and the strong rope tied to the last was being quickly dragged up by the clever vizier, who knew that all fear of death from sunstroke or hunger was over. When he had all the rope on the tower, he fastened one end of it to the iron railing which ran round the platform on which he stood, and very quickly slid down to the bottom, where his wife was waiting for him, trembling with joy.
After embracing his wife and thanking her for saving him, the vizier said to her: "Before we return home, let us give thanks to the great God who helped me in my need by putting into my head the device by which I escaped." The happy pair then prostrated themselves on the ground, and in fervent words of gratitude expressed their sense of what the God they worshipped had done for them. "And now," said Dhairya-Sila, "the next thing we have to do is to take the dear little beetle which was the instrument of my rescue back to the place it came from." And taking off his turban, he showed his wife the tiny creature lying in the soft folds.
Buddhi-Mati led her husband to the garden where she had found the beetle, and Dhairya-Sila laid it tenderly on the ground, fetched some food for it, such as he knew it loved, and there left it to take up its old way of life. The rest of the day he spent quietly in his own home with his wife, keeping out of sight of his servants, lest they should report his return to his master. "You must never breathe a word to any one of how I escaped," Dhairya-Sila said, and his wife promised that she never would.
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The Attempted and Half Failed Aurora, Without A Father and Brother Who Is Only Half Alive, Probably Forgotten About His Life And Flying Teacher As Well As The Head Of RubyBlaze And HeadMisstress Of Blue Crystal Academy!!!
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Encouraging Words « Result #4 on Feb 17, 2009, 8:52pm »
Someone said that encouragement is simply reminding a person of the "shoulders" he's standing on, wow power leveling,the heritage he's been given. That's what happened when a young man, the son of a star baseball player, was drafted by one of the minor league teams. As hard as he tried, his first season was disappointing, and by midseason he expected to be released any day. The coaches were bewildered by his failure because he possessed all the characteristics of a superb athlete, wow power leveling,but he couldn't seem to incorporate those advantages into a coordinated effort. He seemed to have become disconnected from his potential.
His future seemed darkest one day when he had already struck out his first time at bat. Then he stepped up to the batter's box again and quickly ran up two strikes. The catcher called a time-out and trotted to the pitcher's mound for a conference. While they were busy the umpire, wow power leveling,standing behind the plate, spoke casually to the boy.
Then play resumed, the next pitch was thrown - and the young man knocked it out of the park. That was the turning point.wow power leveling,From then on, he played the game with a new confidence and power that quickly drew the attention of the parent team, wow gold,and he was called up to the majors.
On the day he was leaving for the city, one of his coaches asked him what had caused such a turnaround. The young man replied it was the encouraging remark the umpire had made that day when his baseball career had seemed doomed.
"He told me I reminded him of all the times he had stood behind my dad in the batter's box," the boy explained.wow gold,"He said I was holding the bat just the way Dad had held it. And he told me, 'I can see his genes in you; you have your father's arms.' After that, whenever I swung the bat, wow gold,I just imagined I was using Dad's arms instead of my own."
Dance With Me « Result #5 on Feb 11, 2009, 3:59am »
When we¡¯re young and we dream of love and fulfillment, we think perhaps of moon-drenched Parisian nights or walks along the beach at sunset.
No one tells us that the greatest moments of a lifetime are fleeting,wow power leveling unplanned and nearly always catch us off guard.
Not long ago, wow power leveling as I was reading a bedtime story to my seven-year-old daughter, Annie, I became aware of her focused gaze. She was starring at me with a faraway, trancelike expression. Apparently, completing The Tale of Samuel Whiskers was not as important as we first thought.
I asked what she was thinking about.
¡°Mommy,¡± she whispered,wow gold ¡°I just can¡¯t stop looking at your pretty face.¡±
I almost dissolved on the spot.
Little did she know how many trying moments the glow of her sincerely loving statement would carry me through over the following years.
Not long after, wow power leveling I took my four-year-old son to an elegant department store, where the melodic notes of a classic love song drew us toward a tuxedoed musician playing a grand piano. Sam and I sat down on a marble bench nearby, and he seemed as transfixed by the lilting theme as I was.
I didn¡¯t realize that Sam had stood up next to me until he turned,wow gold took my face in his little hands and said, ¡°Dance with me.¡±
If only those women strolling under the Paris moon knew the joy of such an invitation made by a round-cheeked boy with baby teeth.wow gold Although shoppers openly chuckled, grinned and pointed at us as we glided and whirled around the open atrium, I would not have traded a dance with such a charming young gentleman if I¡¯d been offered the universe.
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The Spring Ball Wardrobe « Result #6 on Jan 15, 2009, 2:06pm »
This is where you post what you will be wearing to the Spring Ball. The List is only a guideline, but it would be preferable for you to follow.
Rules for Male's dress Code: Colors and jewelry marked as appropriate please. A Dinner Suit is one with a bow tie. The Meeting Suit is one with a normal tie. Must have some sort of colour to point out that they are with thier house (eg, Red lining on Suit jacket for Nundos/tie the same colours as Sletheren etc) *If no Suit Tuxedo jacket and Trousers - Next to the Star. **Please include watches and any type of pendant/bracelet etc..
Formal Dress Only!
For the Males: Suit(Dinner/Meeting): * Waistcoat: Tie: Shoes: Extras**:
Rules for the Females Dress Code: Colors and Jewelry must be revealed. Please include hairstyle - we do want to know how you look .
For Women: Dress: Shoes: Jewelry: Hair Style: Extras:
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Re: Spring Ball « Result #7 on Jan 13, 2009, 11:07pm »
A Spring Ball, you say? Brent was never big on dancing, but being a prefect, he thought it would probably be best that he attended. He felt proud, being a prefect in his first year. That had never happened before, so it must mean Brent was a pretty good kid. Although, he was already running a little behind schedule; the ball had started about half an hour ago, but Brent didn't think it would matter. He laced up his shoe and left the dormitory, looking much more well kept than he usually did, but that was obvious, no student would wear a suit on a daily basis! Brent thought he looked okay; he decided it would be best to dress up, cause he assumed the ball would be formal. He wore a normal black suit, accented with a red tie to express that his school house was Chimara.
Brent left the Rubyblaze Common Room and made his way down to the Great Hall. It was decorated beautifully, with two bands up on the stage. Only one of them looked like they would be playing music that Brent enjoyed, but he'd deal with it. He walked a couple more steps into the hall, looking around for any familiar faces, but he couldn't find anyone at the moment. He decided to give up the search for now, and went over to a table with large amounts of flavorful treats scattered on it. He got a cup of punch, and a couple of his favorite snacks, then proceeded over to a smaller, rounded table and took a seat at it. It was a little far from the dance floor, but from the table he'd be able to see people coming into the hall. He took a couple M&Ms from his plate and popped them into his mouth, waiting for more people to join in on what would hope to be an eventful night.
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Spring Ball « Result #8 on Jan 12, 2009, 7:36pm »
The birds whistled proudly. Announcing the Spring Term had of course, begun.
Tables were laiden with food and drink around the sides of the spectacular Great Hall, the Top Table, removed for the time being, flowers decorating the step up to it, there stood a microphone, three feet behind it on the right was a guitarist, tuning up with his team mates quietly, another was on drums behind the microphone stand, another was on the keyboard to the left and the only female was standing chatting to the keyboard player, who was going through his chords.
The colors were bright, although the band was in 'suits', if you could call an undone tie, blazer and partly undone shirt as a suit as well as a ruffled style in their hair. The female didn't even look as though she had brushed her hair. But that was what the students had wanted. But also a classical band with an opera singer were on as well as the rock band. The opera singer was due to start the stint first.
Grassy greens, sky blues and even powerful reds and yellows were out in decorated the hall, which was warmer then the icy areas outside.
Seating was scattered, for students who wished to rest after dancing, behind the long buffet tables. They were round, with four seats for students.
The sun was setting, leaving a lovely warm glow to the Academy, the final touches were in place and the Term had begun. All that was needed, was the students and the atmosphere. It was going to be a formal event, so dresses and suits were on the agenda.
With a flick of the wrist, a slight hint of magic, a twirl of the wand, and a blanket of music.
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Re: Welcome! « Result #9 on Dec 28, 2008, 7:28am »
Here is the end result of the recent plot rethink: Hope you like it
'The Final Silence...
The Final Silence has fallen. Blue Crystal Academy is now a castle on top of a hill, and few students milling around. Times have changed since the infamous reign of Riku Harasori and with him gone, a new age will be begin. One full of rejoice and hope for both the near and far future.
Riku Harasori disappeared without a trace, even some of the students thought to be under his spells, gone. Cameron Ritazzi has vanished too after his failed attempt at making the Academy non-magical and so he was assumed to be under the power of Riku.
The Auroras have been sent home, with only a few stragglers unsure of whether to leave their post or stay although Head Aurora Damien Jack-Daw has stayed for the time being…supposedly although no one has actually seen him in a long while.
The Heads are gaining more control and power over how the Academy is ruled and the Students are getting back into the swing of learning, being taught and not fighting in the corridors…for now.
The grass seems greener on the other side now, the students are hoping to start again soon and with the new safety, there is a high likely hood that they will return to the safe haven of Blue Crystal Academy.
But…
Something is happening far away which could have an effect on the Academy. Could it be that the Magical Governments plans are coming to head, or things are going to go drastically wrong?
Only Students and Teachers could find out and fight back, if they really want to defend those that they care for and what they truly believe in…'
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