#stylesia

[leejieun-ia]

You should have picked Mercy ~ Jieun+Jamie+Styles

When the school decided to go to easter Island this was not the reality she had imagined.  Wind whipped her hair around her face as she squared her jaw and dug her feet into the ground. "I'm not going to tell you again, give it back." If only things were that simple. As her opposer dove at her the female practiced one of the moves she'd learned in class. One swift kick to his leg had the limb snapping off and flying one direction as she hefted him over her head and threw his body the other way. My how easy he flew considering the difference in their size. The leg bounced along the ground with all the mechanical sounds that used to annoy her in the academy and she resisted the urge to completely break it. He tried to stand,  hobbling off balance now thanks to the lack of his limb and again she faced him, anger evident in her tone. 

"I said give it back. I'm giving you one last chance." And how did thank her, he tried to throw a dagger at her. She had to move quick to side step the blade but she wasn't quick enough. A sharp yelp was given as the blade slashed through her arm and in return she returned the favor showing him how one was supposed to aim when they wanted their opponent dead. Her throwing knives whistled through the air landing their marks in his chest and neck and as his body slumped to the ground she cautiously approached giving it a good kick as if to seal the deal. "Stubborn fool, you just couldn't do as I said." It had almost been too easy, and hadn't he always bragged about how strong he was? Bending down her fingers began to search through the various pockets he wore searching for her item. Blood continued to leak from her arm mingling with the blood leaking from his various wounds but she could ignore that. She could feel it, knew it was there she just had to-

Her train of thought was broken when she saw someone emerging from the trees. Glancing up at a familiar face with wide eyes she managed to stammer out an excuse. "Uhhh...this isnt what It looks like...entirely..."

@jamie-ia @styles-ia 

[nvh-ia-blog]

Small World || Styles & Nevaeh

What to do. Ren took a night off from tutorial session. Eiji said he would be busy the whole night completing homework. Strawberryboop had no time for play; she was occupied browsing horse in the web and this time unicorns included. Perhaps, one round of training in the archery field? Nah, it was her rest day and Nova needs to regenerate to function well the next day. The pixie was left with nothing to do and it was weird… very rare.

Two minutes past seven in the evening, Nevaeh decided to leave the school grounds with her wings folded under a simple blue cardigan, balancing the simple white top printed with black stars, overlapping over her black short shorts. Her long silver white locks were down and slightly wavy from previously tied in a bun. The casualness of her outfit and pale blankness of her face only meant that she was going somewhere no one particularly knows her. There’s that certain bar inside the village that she had not visit yet, the Drunken Musica, and now she finally found the reason to go. She didn’t have anything to do and thought a glass of wine wouldn’t hurt to run in her system in hope to relax her mind and body, and to make her easily fall asleep in the process.

The bar was crowded like how she imagined it to be while on her way there. The laughter seeping out from bar alone before she stepped inside was a certain indicator of its population. It was so packed that passing through creatures involved your front and behind getting rubbed against them. Oh how she regret being in this kind of situation she just wanted to retreat, but the current of the crowd was pushing her more inside, at least, reaching her destination with only beads of sweat forming on her forehead, unharmed.

Finally reaching the counter and finding an empty seat on the very end of the counter, Nevaeh sat down patting her forehead against her clothed wrist, fanning her free hand as if it would make a significant force of air to cool her off. The night was surely getting cold, but the bar was extremely warming up with the accumulation of creatures in one room. The room was ridiculously steamy.

“Sir?” Nevaeh raised her hand, slightly waiving it to grab the attention of the bartender with his back in front of her.  He seemed to be the only one available at the moment. Surprisingly, his brown wavy locks instantly reminded her of a certain creature she promised to forget, but unfortunately she was unsuccessful to do so.  A creature from a long, long time ago who left a significant mark on her that she called him a thief.  She laughed remembering, thinking of all the creatures, why him and it was really impossible for a pirate to be off his ship. But all of a sudden that laughter immediately died down after the creature turned around, their facial expression mimicked each other, their eyes met and were questioning, and Nevaeh’s hand was pointed towards him, unable to find the right words to say except for saying, “you….,” as if questioning why he was there and she didn’t believe what she’s seeing at all.

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[meto-ia]

White Out [Meto &Styles]

Meto had grown rather fond of that curly haired bartender up in that big mountain village. He was never mean like some of those snotty people in the school, and every time he peaked into the bar he could still see that picture he'd drawn up on the wall. Yup, he was definitely a pretty awesome guy. So when Meto wanted to go out and play one day when Mina was busy and he couldn't find Mizuki, it was Styles that he went out and sought.

Which meant it was Styles that he was now tugging through the snow that was already covering the ground, skipping along happily and stomping into the white fluff with silent giggles. He didn't really know where he was going at this point as he wandered farther from the village - he was just having fun, oblivious to the dark clouds hanging heavy above them. For now, the flakes falling from the sky were the usual cheerful, light ones that were fun to go out in, and that was all that mattered to him. He stopped on the spot, holding a finger up to Styles to tell him to wait before flopping down on the ground, making a snow angel. He paused long enough to gesture at the ground next to him, wanting Styles to make one as well.

[hongbin-ia]

When he comes close to you he narrows his eyes and they turn from green to blue. "A little birdy told me she saw a walking fridge,"

"A walking fridge?" Hongbin replied, eyes wide as his brows twitched down in concern."I have not seen one, maybe you should keep looking... I don't know if you should trust talking birds though, I don't think birds usually talk."

[phxkai-ia]

Into the Inferno [Styles & Kai]

Compared to most people that feared and avoided the forest around the school like the plague, Kai spent an awful lot amount of time in it - especially now that he didn’t have his less than positive activities to do anymore. So it was really no surprise that he’d eventually find himself something that no one else had, that something coming in the form of a vicious little dragon… Thing. It was hardly bigger than a dog, all wrinkly scaly skin, sharp snout and little snarling teeth, knobbly, bony limbs, and Kai was pretty sure it was only a baby. As much as it had snapped and grumbled, Kai had still managed to befriend it with enough time and patience - also with the help of ramen, that the little thing apparently loved. Now snapping and snarling had turned into the odd pair playing together, chasing each other and finally collapsing together somewhere to snuggle, Kai often sneaking out in between classes to go give it its noodles and love on it and have fun.

He thought it was just the most amazing little creature too, it’s bright eyes and clever actions showing intelligence despite its aggression, and Kai finally decided he really needed to introduce someone else to his amazing new friend. His first thought had been Zitao, but he was kind of afraid that Zizi would ban him from going to the forest so he very reluctantly dashed that idea. Maybe one day, his little friend - Takeshi, as he'd named him, or Taka-chan for short - would be tame enough to come with him to the Academy and visit Zitao there! The next few names he'd thought up were dashed as well, for various reasons. Finally though, he'd thought up the perfect person.... The funny bartender, Styles. He liked adventurous things, could take care of himself, and he was an elf so they usually loved any animals too!!

As it turned out, Styles WAS indeed the perfect choice, because he had agreed immediately and now they were both on their way. "He's the cutest thing, he really is," Kai was saying eagerly as they went, just now starting to pick their way through the thickly wooded area in the outskirts of the forest. "Okay so he might try to snap at your fingers or your face or something a little bit whenever you first meet him so watch out for that, but if you're patient and stuff then he'll warm up to you right away I'm sure! You're really going to love him!"

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[amber-ia]

Styles, blissfully unaware of the street language of humans, blinked a few times before he answered; “Excuse me love?”

"'Sup homie." The healer said, trying a different greeting that still matched with her 'uncultured' American slang as she had so often heard it called. "You be a new peep at the academy?"