Avery Academy (O/A)

[Wasabi Nori]

where ✖ hallway
with ✖ no one...or everyone?
doing ✖ walking briskly, looking for a seat
wearing ✖ clothse
other ✖ listening to Come and Get It

tab "No, wait - stop - where - what about my - " Hilary called out and reached, futilely attempting to stop the staff member from whisking her suitcases away. "-stuff," she added quietly, dropping her hand in defeat.

tab She stood there awkwardly, numbly listening to the music on her iPhone and taking in the surrounding courtyard. It was so busy, it overwhelmed her and made her nervous. No one was looking at her directly but she could feel their eyes on her. There she was, fresh meat. A newbie. A freshman. Her parents had only just dropped her off and she suddenly found herself desperately wanting to turn around and chase after their car. This was awful. This was terrible. This was a mistake.

tab But she couldn't go back now. Hilary didn't even have to look back to see that the car was out of sight, gone through the barrier that kept Avery Academy safe from the normal world. She couldn't go back, this was the one shot she had at figuring out what was going on with her. Taking a deep breath to steady her shaking and calm her nerves, she took her first step forward. In her observations she had recognized a pattern: everyone was headed for the admissions office. That made sense. Hilary followed suit, taking her sweet, sweet time getting to the desk before speaking her name with more confidence than she felt. As soon as she got the papers she bolted.

tab Not literally, getting through the crowd was another hurtle in itself. No one paid her much mind, unless she stepped on them. That earned her some nasty looks and snide remarks, to which she was quick to apologize for while simultaneously pushing past as quickly as possible. Once in the halls, she scanned the area for an empty place, moving down the halls until she could find an empty place where she could sit and read her schedule.

[RoseHasNoPetals]

"The numbers just don't add up." Tiler Ransic spoke aloud, her words reverberating off the empty furniture precisely placed in her classroom. The following silence echoed while the outside breeze gently shook the window that offered little light to the room. The continuously rising sun stood as an indicator to Tiler that in just a few hours, orientation would come knocking on her door and urging her for her participation. It was not an anticipated event. Not with the test scores looking like this--

"Centuries. Centuries this school has been opened and you'd think students would have half a mind to ******** study." The professor spoke again, only this time through gritted teeth. She slashed and crossed off answers on tests, focusing intently on not pressing too hard as to tear the parchment. However, she saw no difference in the quality of a torn paper versus a paper with bullshit answers written down.

Professor Tiler Ransic was only 26 years old -- one of the youngest teachers in the academy -- with an impressive background that stood just as confidently as she did. Despite her fair skin and petite figure, she was not someone to cross, thus making her Study of Enhanced Creatures course a difficult and challenging class. She was well rounded in both physical and academic aspects, as well as a strong contender for leading the Elite Ten this year. However, Tiler wasn't even sure if the school would have an Elite Ten with the way the Entrance Exam scores were looking . In fact, no one had yet to break into the top one hundred yet--something unheard of in Avery's history.

It was Tiler's job this summer to come up with the Entrance Exam herself, as she definitely withheld the credentials for it, and Avery would never even think of giving the same test two years in a row. Okay, so the test was a little harder than usual but could she really be blamed for that? A school that was supposed to be training students on the basics of survival and knowledge of the supernatural world, how could anyone dare call her test too hard? It did exactly what it was supposed to do. Students would just need to work a little harder to get their ranks back to an acceptable number, that's all. The outrage that was sure to break out at the orientation though...

Tiler narrowed her eyes, pushing back the packet of test booklets and scooting herself away from her desk. She had to stop stressing about this. What was done, was done, the test scores stood as they were and there was nothing she could do about it. She walked over to the open window and stood, arms crossed, scanning the outside hallway for any promising faces. A diamond in the rough. Someone who looked so unexpectedly ordinary, they were bound to surprise her during the depth of the competition. She but her lip and looked harder, but it was hard to focus with all the frenzy surrounding the admissions registrar. So Tiler sighed and gave up, turning on her heel, grabbing a file, and walking out of the classroom towards the havoc. Her presence would be needed to set up for orientation soon. And she needed to give the Headmaster the news sooner or later--the students of Avery Academy were not looking to be too impressive this year.

[King of the Cassell]

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▄▄Seventeen // Senior // Demisexual // Immortal▄▄
Town Square // N/A // Content // Outfit



Some people always ask if there is life after death. It would seem rather redundant that you live, only to die, just to live again. You spend the mortality of your lives, living up to expectations that you either achieve, or don't, and the actions that you take, the good or evil in your heart, decide your fate once you die. While those who don't believe in the afterlife, usually humans, develop a sense of karma which often goes against, "Why do bad things happen to good people?" Mister Zenith Tyriatt, otherwise known as "Zen", forever age seventeen, with navy hair and eyes was probably the prime example of that saying.

He certainly wasn't expecting this. There was nothing quite like leaving the business to making an order to this. Shouts slapped the air, and so were wildly swinging limbs. 'Untrained idiots.' To think, he could have had the lackeys handle this if they'd been here now. Zen took a step back from the hitman after him, evading the hasty blow of a bat to his head. Was this what they equipped gangs with nowadays? Another man came lunging forward behind him, this time with a knife. Well—gravel came flying up as Zen took a sweeping kick up, lowering himself to dodge another lethal blow. The hiss of pain from his assailant, and the bruising blindness was the chance that Zen took, landing a solid kick to the man's ribs. He watched as one of his assailants flew backwards—then came the barely missing bat that came down way too close to him. Twisting around, his foot swiveled on the wet pavement to lunge a strangling hand onto his throat. ********. Didn't they know any chivalry? Zen lifted the miserable man up into the air, watching his face turn blue. Then he cocked his head. "Are you Nero's disposable pawns? Seems like it, having you attack me so recklessly." Zen's tone was light, almost conversational, though there was still no trace of a smile on his lips and his eyes were sharp, calculating even. He twisted his grip, watching the man make a pathetic attempt at trying to dislodge Zen.

"Granted, I'm not the strongest in Candido, but I didn't think I warranted a measly pair of dogs." Zen gave the man a once-over. Something struck him as being too easy. Strange. The man didn't look defeated. He looked...triumphant, which soon gave it away. The glint of metal underneath his coat had Zen tossing the mutt away, leaping back to escape the shot, a hand out to askew his aim. Too damn bad, he was utterly determined to get a shot in. The sound of bullets volleyed across the town square—damn dog was smarter than he first looked. ********. A gun that was far too quick for even Zen to outmaneuver, a blow hit him solidly in the shoulder.

Pain. Pain ripped anew, and crimson blossomed on his shoulder. The mutt was elated, his gun was falling in triumph. And then his eyes widened as Zen tore across the pavement, slamming the mutt to the ground with bone-shattering force. What a mistake that this mangy mutt had made. Pain only made Zen stronger, and turned what had been amusing banter into deathly force. A cruel smile cracked upon his face as he kicked the man's head violently. His neck, his neck was broken. You could see the tears, the scream wrenched from him as Zen's shoe heel ground down into his eye, gouging it from its socket. Broken limbs just weren't his style. Breaking an arm, breaking a leg. But gouging and carving a victim to ultimate pain was in one way, the most pleasurable of it all.

The other, struggling to get up and also the one who'd gone flying earlier, gaped. Bleeding and injured, how could this guy even move? Zen had a simple answer for him. Kill, or be killed. He inched away, turning to run. A valiant attempt, and a strategic one. There was enough time between him and Zen. But what he didn't take into account? The hesitation was to be his death as Zen's unnatural speed and the demonic glint in his eye had him to the trash's face in what seemed like a few seconds. Zen's hand was on his face, crushing his skull to the wall. He soon crumbled to the ground, the knife he'd borne earlier clattered down.

Zen squatted down, watching the still hint of breathing from his victims. They weren't dead yet, huh? Well then, he should be courteous. Grant them the reprieve of death, shouldn't he? Zen lifted the knife. And watched it stab itself into the man's hand, wrenching it into the floor. What was he saying? Noise. Just noise. Desperate pleas, but it wasn't pleasure. Like he cared. What he wanted to hear was the moan of his name, the writhing of lust. And this? Well—"Have you learned your lesson?" He left his foot on the handle, inching it forward to watch the deliberate slice across the other's hand.

The poor sap couldn't even answer. His mouth contorted, the now misshapen head was shouting at him. Huh. Zen studied the tip of his shoe, and wanted to scoff at the scuff marks that they now bore. What a useless mongrel this was. Zen sighed, realizing that this was just a waste of his time. To think, he could have already made it to the academy. A tragic waste of his time, indeed. Alas, Zen recognized life had its moments. Extracting a well-maintained pipe from the confines of his jacket—he would have been pissed as ******** if the bullet had hit there instead. He padded the delectable tobacco in, almost leisurely, and lit it up with the lighter. Sure, cigarettes were easier, but one simply did not enjoy the full pleasure of the tobacco. It was fruition that he looked for, not the escape. He relished it, the sweet, noxious scent of the drug was soothing to his nerves. And the pain. Learn a lesson, brats. Tobacco's alleviating. The smoke wisped away and downwards. And to some passerby, it was serpentine, winding around its victims before tightening its noose and lynching his foes. Maybe one moment, maybe two before the body stopped struggling and actually bothered to die. "Indulge in your deaths, boys. It's a damn shame that you didn't enjoy yourselves a bit more." Pointless deaths marred what could have been a gratifying life.

Was there a time in their lives that this kind of killing wasn't normal? That once they'd had a care for the lives that he had just taken? Debauchery and murder, had they gone too far?

Both convoluted bodies lay on the ground, a dismal sight in the town square. The steady water of a hose nearby made the crimson drip down into the sewers, and with it, evidence of the crime was being washed away. But never the sins. Never could it be expunged from his life. Too damn dark, he had already drowned in the black ocean and too far in its depths. Never could he salvage what he'd lost.

The darkened face of Candido's Zen, blood dripped down his chin. And then the creeping flash of a white, craven smile. He enjoyed this life. Damn anyone who told him otherwise.

And then all that was left of him was the pipe smoke drifting into the sky.

Zenith Tyriatt, a well-known student of Avery Academy, worked under a gang called 'Candido' when school was not in session. He was paid a high amount, the only reason as to why he had joined their fight against a warring power known as 'Nero'. And this day was like any other, fighting in the open streets of their community as if the police didn't exist. Not like they interfered anyway. It was great, except for the fact that he needed to get to the academy as soon as possible.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, marks the introduction of a very sinister man, an immortal man, to be exact.



ooc;; yeah, so he's not actually at the school yet, but this post was still fun to make = u =

[Pretty lntense]

xxϺɑʀεκ Јɑcκsоɴ Αםɑɢιоxxxxxxxxxxxx۰•●•۰

||Never doubt||the potential||within you||۰•●•۰

It really only got more and more hectic as the seconds slid into a minute. A strike from the left. One minute slid into five. A strike from the right. Five to ten. Below. Above. Left. A half an hour passing. One final kick to seal the deal. One hour marked by a quiet electronic beep from a bench only part way across the field.


Marek gave a sigh. It was his way of passing time, after all. He took a step away from the training dummy and looked upwards to the sky. Under normal circumstances, a vampire would be weak and defenseless in this kind of day light. Marek wasn't exactly a normal circumstance though, was he? No matter how ill the sun made him feel, his perseverance had given him a faint sense of immunity. Once winter would hit and the sun would grow weaker, his immunity would begin to fall and in the spring he would likely be useless again as it was every year he had taught here. It was only about five, or was it six now? He brought the bottle of water to his lips and drank long and greedily from it. No, seven now. It was starting again and here he stood at seven years working in this place and training these poor mutants born into a cruel world.


The teacher stretched out his arms, letting the training he performed routinely begin to ease away. He was one of the few who used the training yard regularly during the summer. Now that fall was upon Avery, these fields would be occupied soon by students once again. He snapped the water bottle closed and picked up the watch that had signaled earlier his practice was complete. He threaded it back around his right wrist and wrestled himself back into his shirt. If it were summer and with fewer students on campus, he wouldn't have bothered, but several new eyes meant a bit more modesty. It was only a quick jaunt to his car and back into town to his flat for a shower, a quick meal, and perhaps a catnap on the sofa before heading back once more in time to be present for the orientation.

...||ooc||
Training field||place||
At peace, zen-like||feeling||
none currently||with||

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[laurelinn]

XX▌❛❛ ZEPHYR HALLIDAY

XXXXX★┋I'LL SEEK YOU OUT, FLAY YOU ALIVE
XXXXXXXXXXXXONE MORE WORD AND YOU WON'T SURVIVE
XXXXXI'M TAKING IT S L O W » FEEDING MY F L A M E
XXXXXXXXXXXSHUFFLING THE C A R D S ♠ OF YOUR GAME
XXXXXAND JUST IN TIME, IN THE RIGHT PLACE ↗ SUDDENLY I WILL PLAY MY A C E
XXXXXX◟EYES ON FIRE, YOUR SPINE IS ABLAZEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!
XXXXXXXXXXXI WON'T SOOTHE YOUR PAINXXXXXXI WON'T EASE YOUR STRAINXXXXXXYOU'LL BE WAITING IN VAIN
XXXXXXXXXXXI WON'T SOOTHE YOUR PAINXXXXXXI WON'T EASE YOUR STRAINXXXXXXYOU'LL BE WAITING IN VAIN
XXXXXXXXXXXI WON'T SOOTHE YOUR PAINXXXXXXI WON'T EASE YOUR STRAINXXXXXXYOU'LL BE WAITING IN VAIN



“All fighting must be school approved and done so only for the purpose of furthering education. All unauthorized fighting will lead to consequences from the headmaster … Y’know, maybe the real reason you were accepted was to be part of a social experiment. The Adaptation and Socialization of a Young Female Warlock in a Non-Violent Setting: A Study by Avery Academy.”

“I wish I could see the world through your eyes,” Zephyr replied, busily shifting through clothes in her walk-in closet. “It must be so beautiful, what with your casual disdain toward everything.”

“I still don’t entirely understand why you want to go. This place seems so boring.”

“Well, generally, people go to school to learn,” she explained dryly, emerging from the closet with a stack of shirts in her arms. Logan sighed heavily, tossing the pamphlet he had been reading to the side.

“That’s not what I meant. I get why you want to learn more about magic. What I don’t understand is why you want to go to some school overrun with vermin. Gran and your mum have mastered multiple forms of magic without the help of caoraich. So can you.”

“I probably could,” agreed Zephyr, discreetly packing one of Logan’s sweatshirts in her bag, which she had magicked earlier with a handy extension charm, allowing her to store a nearly limitless amount of items despite size or shape. She was rather proud of the creation, to be quite honest. “But I think I could really benefit from this experience, even if it means dealing with people who despise me.”

Her cousin, surprisingly, had no response as he continued lounging on her bed, absentmindedly scratching Antares’ head, who was napping peacefully besides him. Logan’s dark red eyes were never the type to display concern or worry, but they narrowed in such a way as he studied her poster of the Eagle Nebula. He may be egocentric and slightly sociopathic, but Zephyr knew Logan cared about her. In that moment, she realized how much she was going to miss him. Logan was her only friend, besides Antares, and one of the few people who could make her genuinely laugh. At twenty, he was too old to attend the academy, and Zephyr doubted he would have applied even if he was of age. Honestly, his lack of interest was a blessing. He had little empathy for non-warlocks, and his presence would have made Avery a dangerous place. At least Zephyr could be civil and control her instincts toward aggression.

“It’s just for a year,” Zephyr shrugged, returning to her packing. What else would she need? She had plenty of clothes and books. She remembered to pack toiletries, her wallet, cellphone, laptop …

“Don’t forget your boyfriend.” From the corner of her eye, Zephyr noticed Logan throwing something from the bed. She caught it mechanically before realizing it was her Gandalf plushie. She frowned for a second then wordlessly shoved it into her bag, ignoring Logan’s knowing laugh. Fortunately, Zephyr was spared from any further teasing when her mother appeared in the doorway.

“Are you ready to go?” Her mother’s voice was relaxed and her calm expression betrayed nothing. If she was feeling nervous then it was well hidden.

“Uhhhh … Yeah, I have everything,” Zephyr answered after a brief glance around her room. She grabbed her bag, calling Antares as she and Logan followed her mother.

“I wish you could take a plane instead. Long distance teleportation is tricky, and it’s not the most comfortable method of transportation,” her mum remarked, smiling apologetically as she lead them out to the front yard. “Make sure to send a message when you arrive.”

Zephyr nodded and pulled her into a hug. “I will.”

Zephyr’s departure from Scotland was met with mixed feelings. Despite his support, her father was clearly apprehensive about her attending the academy. Zephyr noticed her parents sharing glances several times, communicating with each other through subtle expressions. Her grandmother was as composed and stoic as usual, displaying faith in her granddaughter’s independence and adaptability with a nod and few words. As for her grandfather, the man was as excited as if he were attending Avery instead. Logan, naturally, couldn’t resist a few last jokes.

“You’re such a jerk,” Zephyr pointed out, the comment softened by her fond smirk.

Considering the intricate calculations needed in creating it, casting the transportation spell was surprisingly simple. Her mother began drawing symbols in the air, pale blue light following her index finger. Zephyr watched, fascinated, as she tried to recall the meaning of each symbol from her studies. She wondered if mathematics could apply to this form of magic as well until her mother, with a casual wave, dispersed the symbols so they surrounded Zephyr and Antares in a column of light. A sharp tug in her abdomen left her breathless, and she barely registered her family’s parting words.

“Be sure to take advantage of the library. Learn about everything you can! And have fun!”

“Remember to message us when you get there!”

“And when you’re settled in your dorm!”

“And let me know if you need help burning the bodies! Ow! Gran, I was only kidding.”

Seconds later, Zephyr was standing outside the gates to Avery Academy. Her sudden appearance scarcely turned a few heads. Then again, why should it? This was a place for supernatural beings. Magic was a way of life for so many students here. Magic was normal - and not just the special warlock brand.

“Holy s**t! Antares, this is amazing. We’ve been here less than a minute, and I’ve already spotted nearly a dozen races – and I don’t have to kill any of them! I wonder if this is an accurate sample of the species diversity of the entire country or just this particular region …” The demon just hissed carelessly, seemingly unimpressed with the display of numerous colors and shapes that was the student body.

“Yes, well, when one looks like you, I suppose nothing is as impressive,” Zephyr quipped, digging through her bag for her cellphone. After texting her parents, Zephyr finally walked through the gates and onto the sprawling campus, Antares following her like a shadow. The school was surprisingly busy for such an early hour, particularly the courtyard. Normally, Zephyr hated crowds, but she was far too fascinated with the diversity to be bothered. Perhaps it would wear off as the novelty faded, but, for the moment, she was content to enjoy the atmosphere.



XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX▌ L O C A T I O N. courtyard
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX▌ C O M P A N Y. antares
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX▌ O U T F I T. walk walk fashion baby

[feithleann]

exotic★⊱e genevieveek▿ekbeaumont. )
exoticcatexotitexoticI PROMISE IF YOU'RE WITH ME WE CAN GET AWAY
exoticcavvvcatexoticiccatI CAN BE YOUR LOST BOY, YOUR LAST CHANCE
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xxxxxlocation ⊱ in search of a fox at the front gate x ▿ x company ⊱ ares x ▿ x outfit ⊱ outfit

Genevieve, or more commonly known as Beau to everyone, was feeling a rush of relief when she felt her feet pass over the barrier into the crowd airport. Beau has been doing this for almost three year. It started the year on a plane to travel the distance from France to American coast, and ended the same way, but she always had to beg herself to get on a plane, and once on one she had to make herself stay. Beau did not feel safe inside a metal tub that floated 32,000 feet over nothing but ocean. However, she did it every year, and year she had the same reaction that she always had once she got off the plane. She literally wanted to kiss the floor she stood on. The same reaction will return once she has to leave in May. Beau did not want to think about flying, or enclosed places anymore so she instead moved to the passage claim to collect her things. The first item that rolled out was was a carrier, and she would the little whines of annoyance before a small voice chime in. ", this is outrages! It was hot back there, and they do not feed you, and I think I am losing fur. Beau! Get me out of here!" Thankfully, she was the only one able to hear these pleads as most only heard howls and whimpers from the carrier. Beau pressed her lips together in a shushing motion as she leaned down in front of the cage that she placed on the trolley. "I can't do anything Ares, you have to wait till I get outside." Beau slipped a piece of a cookie in, an unhealthy snake for the aging familiar and started to gather the rest of her bags.

The only sound she heard leaving the airport were the grumbles of the small fox in the cage and the sound of the people running through the terminals towards their flights. Once outside, it was a little more silence, and she clearly flagged down a task. The trip was taken enough to know that it was pointless to take a sleeping pill; so once in the car with Ares curled into her lap, she shoved a pair of earphones in and drowned out the sensation of the moving car. Beau only paused long enough to tell the driver where she was headed and to remove a book from her carry on bag. It was only forty-five minutes.

Beau only lasted thirty minutes before she asked the cab driver to pull over. It was only a 30 minute walk to the school from here, and she would be fine, but she was not getting back into the car. In the middle of her deep breathing, the man removed her bags, and was paid. There was a moment that Beau watched him drive away before she took a small peek at the five bags behind her. "What do you plan to do?" Beau turned to Ares who was sitting beside her feed and looking at the suitcases with an look of disgusted and disdain. There was a slow, forming smile on her face as Beau spared a glance towards Ares. "Well, you are not going to carry it, and since my family doesn't trust me with transportation spells after the fruit bowl accident, I am going to doing a movement spell." There was a warily glance from Ares, and Beau huffed in annoyance. "I have mastered these spells, okay?" Beau bites down on her lips for a second as she concentrates on the spell working through her mind. The spell is slowly coming to life and her hands start to glow in the familiar, warm yellow color that she has seen so many times. The pattern on her back starts to come to life with power and the bags started to work themselves up off the ground. The hang, suspended in the air as Beau pats herself on the back. This pleased her, as not many of her spell wanted to work for her a great deal of the time.

The was a small pause to make sure everything was floating, and then she picked up Ares. Her steps her long, and quick. The longer that she remained on the road, the more questioning stares she would receive. There was also a time limit that she would miss is she walked her regular pace. It took her under fifteen minutes to reach the familiar walkway of Avery. It still looked the same. As if it would change over the three months that the students had disappeared over the summer. Beau felt a small relief when the wind picked up and cooled her down while she headed towards the front gate. Once her bags were taken, she went to head towards the administration office to get her paper work. Without looking down, she asked Ares, "If I asked you to go get my papers, would you?" There was no answer, and that confused Beau. There was also a witty remark from the small fox. When Beau glanced down, she noticed that she was standing alone in the middle of the gate.

Beau blink in confusion, and then let out an annoyed growl. "Ares, god damn it." There was a few choices words after the initial annoyance, and she soon took off in search of her familiar.


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[King of the Cassell]

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▄▄Seventeen // Senior // Demisexual // Immortal▄▄
Courtyard [front gate] // N/A // Slightly annoyed // Outfit



He was pressing the woman against the wall, his hands on hips that weren't his own as he gave the blushing woman a mischievous smile. Their lips were almost touching, his knee resting on the wall between the woman's legs. The pinkette's blush increased as Zen pressed himself against her a little bit more and the woman kept trying to figure out what to do with her hands before Zen decided for her. His hands left the woman's hips and grabbed both of her wrists instead, pinning them next to her head as he dove into the woman's neck, his lips brushing across the skin as the woman squeaked. Zen chuckled slightly as the woman moaned ever so softly, biting her lip as Zen went straight to her sensitive spot. "See, isn't this more fun than yelling at me?" He purred softly against her skin, causing Bri to shudder.

Before the woman even realized what was going on, Zen had pressed his body against hers and let go of her hands so that he could pull her face towards his. The following kiss was deep and lust-filled and the woman immediately melted into it, her arms wrapping around Zen's neck . One of his hands trailed from the woman's face to the hem of her blouse, slowly making itself behind the fabric, before a sudden, shrill voice had forced them apart. "MISTER TYRIATT AND MISS CHANCE!" Zen looked at the other teacher with a cocky smile, the woman's lipstick on his own lips as he gave the teacher an aggravating wave. "All right, all right." He said airily, before pecking the woman once more on the lips. "Maybe some other time~"

With that, Zen sauntered off, a rather cocky look on his face as he rounded a corner in the hall and looked at his new prize. Fifty dollars from Bri's pocket was now in his hand thanks to the boy's rather sticky fingers, and he seemed surprised that it was so much. He had only been expecting the woman to carry around a twenty, not a freakin' fifty! Today was certainly his lucky day, wasn't it? Bri and Zen were never really friends. In fact, they didn't get along much at all. But every so often, Zen could tempt the teacher into doing something like that. Believe it or not, that hot little, make out session had actually started out as an argument. If you actually knew Zen, it wasn't actually that hard to believe. The boy just had a way with words when money was involved.

Walking out into the courtyard, Zen pulled out his pipe and decided that he would probably just skip class entirely today. Yeah, that sounded good. He really didn't feel like doing anything today anyways, so why not? Besides, it was soon made apparent from all the freshmen grouping around him and asking questions about the school that he could pass for a teacher, what with his tall stature and professional clothing. Although, puffing clouds of smoke in their faces or pushing them to the side wasn't really a 'teacher' way of greeting the new students.

As he walked along the pavement, Zen soon felt a light force brush against his right leg. He faced downwards only to see a small, furry animal c**k its head up at him in feign innocence. He picked the fox up gruffly by the back of its neck and blew a puff of smoke in its face. Now, it could have been one of two things: either it was a student who could shape shift into a fox and was scared shitless by Zen, or it was presumably another student's pet and he was frightening the poor thing as his own form of pleasure. Not to mention payback for absently bumping into him, even if it was just a weak, defenseless little creature.



ooc;; so i decided to make zen a sadistic jackass who can take his d**k out of his pants if money's involved. x D


feithleann

[feithleann]

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xxxxxlocation ⊱ courtyard...preparing for her death x ▿ x company ⊱ ares, zen x ▿ x outfit ⊱ outfit

Beau was about to give up and just let Ares explore the ground. It’s wasn’t as if it wasn’t going to happen at some point during the day, but Beau was hoping that she would at least know where he went off to because he just disappeared from side in the middle of the busy courtyard. There was polite smiles as she pushed her way through the crowds. It wasn’t the time to start calling out insanely for Ares to tell her where she is because she wasn’t sure she wanted to make the sort of impression. The one where she talks to herself, and people think she’s one step closer to joining an insane asylum. It’s odd though, people in the school and change shape and use powerful super powers, but when someone starts to look like they are talking to themselves, they freak out. Beau just kept quite as she pushed through the crowd.

It wasn’t long before she heard the sounds of Ares, and he didn’t sound happy. In fact, he sounded like he was about to attack someone. Beau pushed the last of the people out of the way before she was finally able to see Ares. He was struggling in the hands of what looked to be another student. Beau didn’t stop to see who the student was, and just moved over to where they were standing. “You a*****e, what do you think you are doing?! ” Beau didn’t think before she clamped down on the arm that held her wiggling fox.

“Beau, thank god! This guy won’t let me go! He blew smoke in my face. I didn’t mean to bump into him and he grabs me like I am some sort of animal and blows smoke into my face! ”

The young female lifts her head, her eyes a lit in anger. “What did you do to him? ” There wasn’t anything from him, and Beau decided it would just be best to take Ares and leave. With her hand still clamped down on the man’s arm, she grabbed at the yapping fox with her other arm. There was talk from the small creature on how he was forever in her debt, and she just rolled her eyes, determined to punish him with no snack.

Beau moved to leave when something shut out and took a hold of her arm. There was a small gasp from her mouth as she stumbled back from the sudden movement. When she regained her balance, she tilted her head up to look at the man in front of her. There was something in her face that made him familiar to her, but there was also something that screamed that she was going to regret taking ahold of his wrist. Beau knew her body was pulling sources of magic to her in order to build a barrier, and she was starting to glow a light, pale yellow. And then it finally came to her. “Zen. ” There was a small part of her that felt fear at the sound of his name leaving her lips, but her face remained composed as she tightened her hold around Ares. “What are you going to do to me? ” She heard herself taunting him, and knew that she was really asking for someone to come around and just kill her. However, it didn’t spot her from asking. “I don’t think you could get away with murder in this school, and even if you could, I would likely haunt you bony for years to come. ”

Yes, someone just some jab a knife in her neck and end this.



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its like she opened her mouth and thought that it would be a good idea to be sarcastic.



King of the Cassell

[RoseHasNoPetals]

"If you assume this position, Ms. Roque, I hope you do understand the significance and seriousness of the role. You're my student--have been for a long time now. You know the school better than anyone, considering your incessant antics, however I'm willing to look past those years so long as you're willing to help Avery."

Professor Ransic pressed her lips in a thin line as she heard her own voice echo in the dark room. Across from her, sat a tall, slender onyx-haired women, beautiful in appearance but intimidating in demeanor. She sat unmoving, her eyes glazing over the countenance of the professor, yet taking no particular interest in anything that was being spouted at her. Her eyes simmered in a mixture of crimson elixir and her constant smirk mimicked her internal amusement. Oh, this was delicious. The teacher asking her for help? What a beautiful twist of occurrences.

For what seemed like hours, the two women sat there in pregnant silence, both threatening to stay as stubborn as the other. Tiler with her unexpected proposal and Dylan with her uncompromising behavior. They communicated through an unspoken language of glares, and glances until finally one of them gave in.

"Look Ransic." Dylan began, her alluring voice settling softly despite her crass attitude. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward as she spoke, stretching out every syllable for emphasis. "We've had our fun. We've played our little game of cat and mouse. And I can see how you can be so...emotional...over my moving on to senior year. Trust me, I feel the loss too. But Ransic you fail to realize, even after my years of incessant reminding, that my powers exceed the limit of Avery Academy's control. Your control. And I know it hurts your pride that even you, Ms. Hot s**t teacher on campus, couldn't muster up a single Necromancy technique for the sake of your student. But don't worry. I'm moving on to bigger and better things. And that doesn't include leading some ravaging pack of bops to do what Operation's supposed to be doing."

The silence presented itself once more but it was short lived as Tiler readjusted her position against the desk and fiddled with some of the objects on it. Outside, the auditorium buzzed with excitement as all sorts of teachers, using their mastered powers, prepared the rituals for the ceremony. Tiler had been able to sneak a word in with Dylan before her aide would be needed, but she wasn't getting anywhere with the time allotted. She didn't have time to run in circles.

"Look Dylan. This is my final offer. Help lead the B-Ops this year and I'll make it worth your while."

"I need specifics Ransic.

Tiler huffed. Hasty as ever, was she? "One semester. One semester of committed leadership and the dedication to the safety of our people and I will...pay you to leave the city. You know how risky it is to leave the super realm, and the next closest city of value is on The other side of the country. But do this for me and consider your life having a fresh start. I could lose my job over this, but the sacrifice is worth Avery's safety.

More silence. The unspoken language emerged once more, only this time, the tension lessened with the triumphant smile of the younger female. It seemed her senior year just got juicier. How delicious.


{{so this was originally supposed to be in Dylan's POV but her profile isn't ready but I felt the need to at least establish her somewhat}}

[Raa Jen]

gaia_angelleft Briar Rose gaia_angelright

Where| Courtyard
With| A bunch of strangers
Wearing| Outfit



Briar approached Avery Academy nervously, looking at everyone fearfully as they glanced her way. It was the start of the school year, her first year in a school to be honest and already she felt overwhelmed. There were so many people pressing in on her from every side, so much noise, she found it absolutely terrifying. It didn't help she was a complete newbie, a freshman, it made her an easy target for those older and more popular. What would happen if they did come for her? Briar had an idea, she'd lose control of her magic once again and probably hurt them.

The crowd was becoming to much for her, causing Briar to push through until she could dump her bags with someone who actually knew the school to put them in what will be her dorm. Once that was taken care of, free from their weight she immediately fluttered her wings and took off into the air above everyone. It was better up there, more room to breathe and stay out of everyone's way. It also made it easier to follow everyone to the registration office.

Once there Briar waited in the line until it was her turn before the desk. Nervously she spoke her name quietly and got handed the papers, bolting out of the crowd quickly. She glanced down at the bundle of papers as she flew, staring in utter confusion. Staring at the map made her feel lost, would she ever find where her classes were? At least the schedule made some sense, the classes following a pattern that would make it easier for her to memorize.

Despite her fears, Briar was actually excited to be here. Not only would she finally learn to control her magic, she was no longer alone with only her sister for company. A small smile lit up her face as she landed on a wall near the courtyard.

[Pretty lntense]

xxϺɑʀεκ Јɑcκsоɴ Αםɑɢιоxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx۰•●•۰

||Never doubt||the potential||within you||۰•●•۰

Marek strode with confidence across the courtyard. He didn't hurry, but he wasn't exactly walking without meaning either. Still, with a gait as long as his, he could never entirely walk slow either. His grey eyes flickered about beneath the sunglasses adorning his sculpted nose, almost taking in every aspect to a dangerous situation before it happened.

Hectic... He thought with a scowl that barely allowed the tip of his fangs to breech his lips. There was a towel draped around his neck and a jacket slung over his shoulders with a hat over his head attempting to block out as much of the sun's light as possible. Yes, the vampire could not wait until winter would arrive once more. It was still morning, before the high sun where Marek would be at his weakest, but that didn't mean he wanted to deal with its debilitating aura any longer than he had to.

The students he passed by only seemed to be a jumble of chaos to him. They were not whipped into the shape he so preferred them to be. An flirtatious quip here, an argument there, all of which were lacking what made these incredible students stand out above their human counterparts. They all had powers, yes, but none could hardly see the potential they had. None of them.

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Zen-like, minor irritation||feeling||
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[Pretty lntense]

Courtyard

None

Brooding

The papers regarding her classes were clutched tight to her chest with one hand, the other at her side tugging along a single case that held her belongings at her side. To any who looked upon the petite blond girl who walked with a sense of confidence that seemed to contradict her pose, she was just an average human. She was fair and pretty, but nothing you couldn't see on a regular jaunt anywhere else. But no, here she was at Avery, milling about the courtyard like every other specially enhanced student and this meant she too was special.

Finally nestling on a bench, both feet pulled up and hooked around the side as Star leaned most of her weight on the arm rest, she let a sigh escape her lips. If this school was supposed to be for all those special, why was she here? The more she saw of the student population and just how incredible their talents were? Well, it made Star feel rather... inadequate. A hand moved up to rest her chin on and her eyes drifted off as her lips pursed in thought. A broken shapeshifter among brilliant mutants. Certainly didn't feel like a way for her to take the spotlight at all! Her other hand absentmindedly looped a single curl around the index finger, then the middle, and so on.

She had come entirely across the country from having originally been born and raised on the east coast. It was closer to the arts, she had thought at first. It would be a great opportunity to be someone great. Someone important. Someone that everyone loved. The hair fell away from her hand and she let the slender fingers rest at her waist once more.

Here? She was just a wallflower.

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the ioose cannon"

[laurelinn]

XX▌❛❛ ZEPHYR HALLIDAY

XXXXX★┋I'LL SEEK YOU OUT, FLAY YOU ALIVE
XXXXXXXXXXXXONE MORE WORD AND YOU WON'T SURVIVE
XXXXXI'M TAKING IT S L O W » FEEDING MY F L A M E
XXXXXXXXXXXSHUFFLING THE C A R D S ♠ OF YOUR GAME
XXXXXAND JUST IN TIME, IN THE RIGHT PLACE ↗ SUDDENLY I WILL PLAY MY A C E
XXXXXX◟EYES ON FIRE, YOUR SPINE IS ABLAZEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!
XXXXXXXXXXXI WON'T SOOTHE YOUR PAINXXXXXXI WON'T EASE YOUR STRAINXXXXXXYOU'LL BE WAITING IN VAIN
XXXXXXXXXXXI WON'T SOOTHE YOUR PAINXXXXXXI WON'T EASE YOUR STRAINXXXXXXYOU'LL BE WAITING IN VAIN
XXXXXXXXXXXI WON'T SOOTHE YOUR PAINXXXXXXI WON'T EASE YOUR STRAINXXXXXXYOU'LL BE WAITING IN VAIN



If the courtyard had been crowded, then the cafeteria was nothing less than packed. It still felt odd being in such a mundane setting with so many supernatural individuals. No violence. No chaos. It was … peaceful, in spite of the noise.

As Zephyr navigated the busy cafeteria, her eyes momentarily locked with those of a redheaded boy. He was laughing with his friends, obliviously happy, but the smile instantly vanished the second he noticed her. Paling visibly, the boy quickly turned his gaze to the brunette sitting next to him. Zephyr scoffed, disgusted yet amused with the blatant display of weakness. Still, she was impressed the boy recognized her for what she was. Warlocks did not possess any distinguishing traits other than their unique magic. True, the red eyes and silver hair were common among her kind, but they were not exclusive to warlocks. Perhaps that boy could sense her magic … But it didn't matter. She doubted he would be the last person to identify her. Hopefully, all such meetings would be as anticlimactic. Zephyr really didn’t want to get expelled.

They can only expel you if you get caught, her mind whispered traitorously, but she quickly pushed the thought away. It was better to simply avoid conflict – unless absolutely necessary, of course. One should always be selective in their battles, as her grandmother would say.

Zephyr wasn’t particularly hungry, but a cup of strong, black coffee sounded perfect at the moment. After pouring a large cup of the legal stimulant, Zephyr made sure to grab a few apples as well. Antares was nowhere to be seen, having disappeared before she entered the cafeteria. Most likely, he was stalking some poor, unsuspecting student. Zephyr just hoped he didn’t make too much of a scene.

Naturally, the universe proved her hopes futile with an alarmed cry and the sound of dishes crashing to the floor.

“Something just slithered against my leg!” Zephyr heard the man’s shrill voice from the kitchen, but she ignored the commotion. It was only when she left the cafeteria, walking toward the registration office, that Zephyr allowed a smirk to finally grace her features.

“I’m surprised it took you this long to find someone to terrorize. Getting a bit picky with your victims?” She took a sip of her coffee, releasing a small, appreciative moan at the taste. Antares appeared next to her, materializing from dark, curly smoke.

The registration office was as elegant as the rest of the school. Zephyr suspected the founders were equally interested in showing off their wealth as they were helping the freaks of the world. As she joined the line to sign in, she reached into her bag and pulled out an apple. Antares’ head immediately perked up.

“This line might take a while, so I’ll make you a deal. For every five minutes you behave, you get an apple. One delicious, juicy red apple for five minutes of peace. Agreed?” Based on appearance, most people assumed Antares was strictly carnivorous, but he was capable of digesting fruits and vegetables. Apples were his favorite as well as Zephyr’s preferred bargaining chip. The demon wasted no time in agreeing to the terms, eagerly nodding his head.



XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX▌ L O C A T I O N. registration office
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX▌ C O M P A N Y. antares
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX▌ O U T F I T. walk walk fashion baby

[RoseHasNoPetals]

Dedication, loyalty--what's the definition?
┏━━━━ ♡ ━━━━┓
To be a warrior:
~~You must be swift as a coursing river,
With all the force of a great typhoon,
With all the strength of a raging fire,
And more mysterious than the dark side of the moon~~
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Just add another ring to our world recognition.

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For most people, life is about finding a purpose. A reason to live, an excuse to exist. It has never been about the length of your life but the quality to which you extend it. It does not come without great risk and even greater sacrifice. But somehow we manage to convince ourselves that the outcome is worth the heartache. The pleasure outweighs the pain. And we live our entire lives placing a euphemism on something that may or may not be justified in the end. And it is probably the greatest gamble anyone will ever encounter--

Unless your name is Arashi Kakate and you've just about given up on any sort of grasp for a purpose. Not because there's no point or the risk is too great, but because there's something you value more than your own reason for living--other people's. Arashi had about 1000 other priorities he deemed more significant than himself. It'd been years since he'd made a decision based on his own benefit. And as the years passed, he found himself more invested in his students and less concerned with himself. And this year proved no different.

So it came as no surprise the utter shock and disappointment that graced the depths of Arashi's perspective as he read through the ranks of his academy. The number one supernatural school in the country and he was starting out with numbers like this. He could practically feel the stress levels heightening to an uncomfortable plateau. And as he walked around the auditorium, files in hand and teachers of all kinds bustling about, he could almost guarantee a rough start to the upcoming year.

"Caleb Reeves? Three year Elite Ten student in the 30th percentile range? That can't be true. Dylan Roque, leading the B-Ops. Since when? Mr. Tyriatt shows promising skill despite the average rank...And Halliday's a new one. This is the most diverse variation the academy's ever have. Perhaps the level of competition has surpassed my expectations. In which case, how interesting--No no no. The podium goes on the stage not by the curtains. And those dining tables need to be perfectly parallel. And tell the waiters the food needs to be prepared...about...10 minutes ago. Let's go professors."

Arashi stuffed the roster back into his Manila folder and ran a stressed hand into his tussle of black hair. He allowed himself to move swiftly from the stage, to the floor, and out the double doors to check on the chaos exploding outside. Same as every year. Only this year, Arashi couldn't help but show his growing agitation.

Out of the corner of his eye, the headmaster noticed the tall, impassive figure that stood as his Combat Trainer. "Ah, Mr. Adagio. Late as always. What's kept you so long?"

the Ioose cannon

[Pretty lntense]

xxϺɑʀεκ Јɑcκsоɴ Αםɑɢιоxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx۰•●•۰

||Never doubt||the potential||within you||۰•●•۰

"Biking in the sun."Marek remarked, his tone flat and seeming to be unamused. The glint in his eye said the complete opposite, however. He was, after all, the first person to make fun of him being a vampire in day light. He walked in at his long elegant pace towards the headmaster just as he did up the last of the buttons on his shirt. He left the top two undone, per usual, and adjusted the vest over the top just to be certain it was straight.

"Your mood suggests you too have seen this roster, hm?" His mood mimicked Arashi's. Though there were some potential students to make into great combatants, it hardly seemed anything like previous years. A hauntingly full fanged grin came over Marek as he thought. Yet.

With a quick clearing of his throat, his eyes refocused and he flipped his collar once more. "You wish me to do the same as last year then? Or have you a new assignment for me?" His back was straight, his arms slid behind his back, one hand grabbing the other's wrist as he stood at ease before the headmaster. Ever the soldier. It likely wouldn't surprise anyone looking on if he started chanting "sir yes sir" at each command given by the other.

well this was shorter than I intended! sorry about that xD||ooc||
orientation||place||
weariness||feeling||
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