✥ Ⓜ a p l e Ⓗ e i g h t s Ⓐ c a d e m y ✥ O/A

[Drax Umbrae]

We are, we are, we are made from broken parts.
We are, we are, we are broken from the start

Ⱥlexandeя Ðяаcul
Ⱦhe Ңeir Ϯo Ⱦhe Ðragon
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Theme song
Ensemble
Location: Auditorium
Speaking to: Ami
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Alexander listened to her rant and he shook his head."I stopped aging years ago, so who knows if my body can tan. Would be interesting if it could though."Alex said he noticed her pause at the mention of her ex. 'Something probably happened to him because of her.' He thought to himself while he continued to listen."Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news but fighting humans and fighting those of us here is completely different. Perhaps I could spar with you and help adapt, its always easier if you have some help." Alexander said softly as he watched the teachers come up and began to give their speeches. "Compelling is a form of mind control that vampires have can use to help with feeding and other endeavors, it does have its weaknesses though." He mused as he watched the newest teacher stand up and give a speech about dark arts and he rolled his eyes. Then Amelia mentioned him watching out for lack of control and he couldn't help but chuckle. 'Like you have ever fed from someone so fiercely their head popped of in a grotesque, but slightly comical, fashion' He thought to himself. "By all means feel free to test your powers on me. I honestly think it would be interesting, that and I'm a glutton for......punishment." the scent of Misumi's blood hit his nose as the veins and skin around his eyes began to darken and his fangs slid down. He gripped his chair to help himself calm down."Sorry I smelled blood, and I haven't fed in a while so I'm slightly hungry."He said after catching his breath. He needed to feed and bagged blood wouldn't do it this time. He needed fresh blood, but he didn't have a feeder anymore.


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And our hearts, our hearts, they were beating in the dark
'Cause we are, we're, we are built from broken parts.

Sir Dietary Supplement

[TheOutlawsRIfle]

"When you want to know how things really work, study them as they're coming apart"

Aaron Stormborn

It was time yet again for Aaron to return to Maple heights academy the trip out to the North pole over the summer for research into advanced metals had been interesting but not entirely fruitful meteor strikes it seemed did not yield the illusive source of the metal he had been studying for the past year. Sat in the luxurious leather seat on the private jet Aaron uncorked the bottle of wine he had been saving for the conclusion of yet another research project he poured it easily into a glass and took a sip of the dry fruity liquid I wonder what this year will bring in terms of new people and advancements of my research he mused to himself i wonder if i might find some decent company this year with a slight chuckle he looked out of the window to the speck in the distance rapidly approaching, this was the island containing the academy that he now called home "captain what is our time of arrival?" a voice crackles over the intercomm "we should be there within thirty minutes sir, would you like one of our stewardess' to wake you upon arrival?" Aaron took another sip from his glass "No George that's quite alright i feel well rested from my journey besides i'd rather watch our decent"

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Upon the plane landing Aaron stepped out onto the the tarmac of the runway, he hoisted his military duffle bag over his shoulder and swaggered on towards the car waiting for him he never quite got used to the heat of this place being from a much more temperate climate it always suprised and delighted him to return from his many assignments in the field to the balmy climate of this island a place truly of paradise compared to the barren places he'd usually frequent. The engine of the car stuttered into life as he approached causing Aaron to tut seems as if in his absence maintenance had slipped. "that car's engine needs some work doing to it, sounds as if the oil hasn't been changed in a good couple of weeks also the head on cylinder 5 is worn down you can hear the combustion quite clearly not being contained" dumbstruck the driver of the car muttered an apology before popping open the boot. Aaron carefully placed the dufflebag in the back and drew out his letter from off've the top of the contents, why he had to go through this tedium every year of showing his letter and presenting himself to the headmaster was beyond him it always took time away from classes, research and socialising. Now clearly in a mood he climbed into the back seat and signalled to the driver that he was ready to leave.