Magical Teacher Professor Landry! - Episode 3: Bad End?

[Teal Mage]

One of three Johannas strode peacefully through the transformed Field of Honour. Marble tiles clicked softly under her high-heels, as she moved toward the north-east pillar - and more importantly, the stairs it contained - fulfilling the much sought after role of reconnaissance.

Walk, walk fashion baby...

Coincidentially, this was a good opporunity for Jo to appreciate the in-battle entertainment.

Work it! Move that bitch crazy.

At the base of the spiral stairs within the North-East Pillar, Jo finally found herself close enough to get a better look at the pair of statues nearby. The standing one appeared to be male, by his broad shoulders and flat chest, and something in his stance seemed protective. While the other one, lying on the ground, and seemingly facing away from Jo, appeared to be female. This close, she was able to make out the marked difference in the colors of crystal making up the statues - bright pale blue, and muted blue-grey, respectively.

Walk, walk, passion baby...

Off in the distance, the mysterious singer floated on top of a piano bench - she was still going at it.

Work it! I'm a free bitch baby.

All of these details, alas, would not make the climb to the second floor of the Field go any quicker. Judging by the angle of the stairs, it would take a fair amount of time to reach the top - best start now.

* * *

Amber light surrounded the dark clad Astarte, as the undead girl cautiously approached the puma menacing her classmates, stiletto-boots tapping lightly on the tiled marble beneath her. Around her right hand, a mass of bandages spun and whirled, causing a low hum to fill the air. The puma's ears twitched softly, though there was no other sign that the creature had noticed her presence; it was still watching Sean and Jack.

Both in Tuxedos, one white and one black, the boys had yet to move from their positions on the marble tiles they sat on. Teeth clenched and eyes angry, Sean's lips moved softly, as he tried desperately to figure out how to handle this new threat. At his side, Jack seemed to be in a, slightly afraid, daze. Perhaps he had not quite recovered from the shock of the setting change?

Around the puma, black supernatural light rippled. A low grow issued from the creature's throat, as it halted, eyes pinned on the two young men in front of it. Pinpricks of color - a shade of blue-green so pale, it was almost white - blossomed inside its aura, spreading outward gradually. Moments after, the creature's aura had completely changed. The more artistically experienced Astarte might have recognized the color, it was called Magic Mint.

Claws clicking sharply against the marble tiles, the Puma's gaze whipped south - toward the chaotic void that surrounded the field. Muscles tensed, as the creature's pale aura flared. Several paces away, a new wall of stone shimmered into existence, running parallel to the field's edge. Connected to the pillar Sean and Jack stood against, and extending past Astarte, it was not a small wall either.

The creature launched itself toward it.

And passed through as it wasn't there - the structure didn't even ripple.

An instant later, three spheres of lime-green energy erupted, in quick succession, from the place the Puma had passed through the wall. Each was the size of a tennis ball, and moved swiftly - one aimed at Sean, Astarte, and Jack.

That was bad.

* * *

Another Johanna stood before the tall scarlet barrier that ringed the center-most structure of the transformed Field of Honour. The bulky white fur of her overrobe had slid back from her raised arm, revealing the razor-edged ice claws that now capped her hands. With delicate curiosity, the pale girl pressed her index finger against the shifting red wall before her.

Red energy flared, rays of white supernatural light bursting out from the point of contact her finger made. The heat from the wall, originally very weak, intensified. One of the beams of supernatural energy light fell upon her cheek, spraying pixels of white dust into air and painlessly cutting her cheek shallowly. Surprised, the Jotun's hand flinched back - and the light show abruptly faded. Quickly, the girl's eyes fell on the finger that she'd poked the barrier with.

The tip had vanished completely.

Opps.

* * *

Atop the eastern platform, Dal allowed his glamour to lapse, feature's becoming narrower and more delicate, as he assumed his true form. Deftly, the Fae spun forward, the gossamer skin of his wings swirling around him as he evaded the gapping mouth of the leaping worm - which suddenly found itself in the path of the acid jets from the other two stationary ones. The creature shrieked, and began to writhe as its bodily fluids leaked from the two gaping holes along its length - it appeared that the worms were not resistant to their own acid.

The masked Sorceress showed no reaction to this.

"Excuse me?" At the top of the stairs to the eastern platform, the final Johanna had appeared. Swathed in white furs and surrounded by supernatural chartreuse light, the path skinned girl faced the masked woman, dark eyes serious. "Is this structure the Amaranthium machine?"

"Jotun, Johanna Imirsdotter," The white eyes of the Sorceress watched the girl, as Dal charged toward her - evading a new barrage of acid jets from the remaining worms in the process. "You will be deleted." The Sorceress flicked her wrist in the girl's direction, and another of the ball-segmented worms appeared a few paces north of the white haired Jotun. The creature hissed, before leaping at Johanna - its acid spewing maw seeking to cut right through her robes, and get at the girl beneath them.

Reaching the the Sorceress's barrier, Dal pirouetted in place, rounding on the two original worms, looking ready to dash away at a moment's notice. One of those worms was inching closer to him - movements jerking and slow, while the other was on the move toward Jo's position. Their fallen comrade had grown still, surrounded in a pool of its own blood. "...perhaps we can fix that." Dal finished, glancing over his shoulder toward the Sorceress.

The masked woman's head cocked, and she spread her arms, flicking her wrists to either side. "Abnormalities will be deleted." She stated, a hint of confusion entering her flat tone. Two new worms appeared, one on either side of Dal. "Zero, one, zero, one, zero, one, one, one...." Her hand raised itself over her head, and a second wall of scarlet energy formed - connected to the top edge of the first, it formed a scene to shield her from above.

The worms launched jets of acid toward Dal, one from either side. "...zero, one, one, zero, zero, zero, zero, one..." White supernatural energy began to fluctuate around the woman's body, as the low sounds of chanted numbers floated from her mask. "...zero, one, one, zero, one, one, zero, zero..." Her hand was raised toward Dal.

That couldn't be good.

* * *

A jacket struck the robot menacing Shin. "What!?" Shocked, by the attack, he dropped his knife. Silvery hands went to the outside of the black coat, which effectively covered his faceless face. "Who turned out the lights!?" His hands tugged futilely at the obstructing suit.

Sao, decked out in finery, surrounded by an aura of blue light, and gripping a blade of light, appeared. Unmindful of her dress, the swimmer threw herself into a slide-tackle. The smooth marble floor served as a perfect conductor for her improvised attack, and the robot found its feet knocked out from under it.

"Oh!" It let out a cry of surprise.

It's cry was quickly silenced, as Shin's right fist lashed out, striking the robot's jacket hidden face with a solid crunch. Jay joined the assault, swinging his baseball bat powerfully, and striking the torso of the machine as it dangled in the air. The robotic butler was sent flying toward the wall of red energy to the group's east, and took Jay's coat with it.

"The humanitttttty!" Was the robot's last word, as it passed through the red barrier, leaving ripples in its wake. It struck the side of the large structure beyond the barrier's edge.

Then exploded.

A suspiciously easy vic -!

"My husband!" A female computerized voice cried out, filled with as much sorrow as a computerized voice could muster. "You monsters!" A series of thumps sounded around the trio of Sao, Jay and Shin, as five new robots, all dressed identically to the one they had just defeated, landed on the marble floor. "In his memory -"

The apparent speaker was the furthest from the group and had - what appeared to be - long black hair hanging from the back of her (?) face-less head. "- we must Kung-Fu fight!"

At her words, the four silent robots surrounding them brought their silvery fingers together in strange handsigns, and red auras flared around their forms. White shards, sharp as blades, filled the air in front of butlers, before a strong gust of wind swept up from their backs. "Broken China!" Their computerized voices cried - before the fragments of bone china flew toward the group in the center of their formation.

"Tea bomb!" The female voice declared, moments after, as the long haired Ninja-Butler made a handsign of her own. Painted with gold crane motifs, a white china tea pot appeared beside her, and she gestured toward Sao. "Get her!" There was a pulse of force, and the tea pot flew toward the sword baring Undine.

If that struck anything, it would explode in scalding hot green-tea!

* * *

High heels clicking sharply, Diana charged down the second floor hallway before her, straight toward the twirling and short haired shape of Hie. At her wrist, the slim black rectangle that had replaced her camera followed her actions, producing a third-person representation of the area around the red-haired directress. Kohana followed in the girl's wake, tail and hair billowing out behind the tuxedo'd dog-boy.

Taking to the air, Diana's leg lashed out in a vicious arc toward Hie. Pale-green aura flared bright around her, the dancing girl was caught full in the chest by the girl's kick, and sent flying down the hallway. A grin appeared on Hie's face, as she quickly turned the momentum from the kick into a back-flip, and landed in a balanced crouch, sliding back another few paces on the marble floor.

She grinned, flowing smoothly back to her feet. A pair of daggers appeared in her hands, drawn from sheaths secreted on her person. "Behind you!"

Hissing, the white and gold snake threw itself from the edge of the banister on Diana's right, toward the girl's pale neck. Mouth wide, the creature's blue fangs glinted sharply – it was going to bite her!

Hie's pale green eyes snapped toward Kohana. Her cousin had been charging toward her, before Diana's kick had knocked her further down the hallway anyway. Hie fell into a fighter's crouch, pale aura dancing brightly around her, and she grinned.

"Oh Kooooooh," Her grin broadened, "Don't let the City Girl do all the hard work!" Hie's grip on her daggers tightened, "Let's have some fun."

* * *

In the void to the west of the Field of Honour; Michael Jones floated on a cushioned chair arm-chair.

Seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, the artist's hands moved with deft precision over the sketch pad resting on his lap. Around his tuxedo clad form, an aura of magic mint light glowed. The pencil in his hand deftly traced lines that shimmered into existence every few moments, as the artist quickly created sketch-after-sketch of action scenes from the Field.

Around him pieces of paper floated, suspended in the void by whatever force kept Michael himself aloft. Pencil sketches of straight, sure, lines filled the leaflets, of Professor Landry dancing with Shuyin in the normal Field of Honour; Dal standing in front of a smoking machine; Shin breaking free of her vine-prison; Diana flipping over Hie; Jay striking Zet with his bat; Dal, facing down a masked woman and surrounded by giant worms; a door, set into a wall, surrounded by words; Sao, sliding to tackle a jacket-covered figure, a sword clutched in her hand; Adeline, holding a different sword, surrounded by ranks of robot butlers.

Michael tore his latest sketch from his pad, throwing it into the void to join the countless others. This one featured Hannah, in her new dress, holding a length of sharpened stone as she charged forward. Professor Landry, still in her original black dress, held a sword loosely before herself, a hint of a smile on her features. In the background, a winged Professor Shuyin hovered cross-legged, slipping tea.

Such a normal school.