Licia School for the Magically Gifted [UNDER REVISION]

[R3L4P53]

Johnny finaly grew bored of the quiet of his dorm, he walked out of his dorm and locked the door behind him, poketing the key afterwards. "Now to find something to do" he said snapping his fingers causing small flames to dance along his fingertips, fire amused him, so it was a good thing he had a lifetime supply of it. he smiled as he watched the flames not paying attention to anything else until he saw a beautiful girl surrounded by what seemed like body gaurds as he looked down upon them he said to himself "Beautiful, rich, powerful, and almost certain to be stuck-up" he smiled at his own comment, he loved judging people for no reason, it was way too cold in his dorm and he couldnt find a dial so he figured the main office would know what to do.

[bicki]

Lee placed his large black suitcase in the middle of his empty bedroom. The walls were bare, leaving room for decoration, but at the moment only making Lee feel uncomfortable and out of place. The living room was the same, apart from large, brown boxes that were stacked neatly near the entrance to his new bedroom. On one of the boxes laid an unopened letter from his parents. Lee had avoided opening it for fear of the same ol' message. He got it at his other lodge in school and wasn't looking forward to it again. Not that his parents hated him, they were just distracted by bigger better things, being royalty and everything. Yeah, Lee still loved them all the same. Just couldn't stand the even greater distance.

He looked around his empty room and sighed, loud and exaggerated. This was going to be a long year and gladly his last. He was anxious to see his old friends.. Maybe make some new friends? Hopefully. The Licians might prejudge him, labeling him immediately as an evil Deamone. Yeah, his demonic powers gave people to question his kindness.. But that was just inherited from his bloodline. Something that couldn't go avoided.

Lee glanced down at his watch for the time and smiled. He quickly slipped on his black hoody and, with a smile made from gold, left his empty dorm to make meet and greet with the other new students. Just to try his luck of course. His plan: Good first impressions made the heart melt. Instant friendship. VOILA. A full proof plan that was sure to end horribly. He slumped against the hallway wall in defeat. Reality check was usually a b***h to him. "Alright, well.. here goes nothing."

Chest out, he started his decent.

[Countess Misery]

"JUST LET ME GO ALREADY!" Fayt tried furiously to push away from his mother's grasp. She finally let go, but not first without a final squeeze that knocked the breath out of him.
"Fayt, I don't want to hear anything bad from you or your teachers. You have a tendency to explode in people's faces. Try to stay away from other whom you dislike, alright?" His father's voice stern.
"Alright," Fayt mumbled straightening his clothing, only to be squeezed by his mother again. "MOM, I'm going to my Sophmore year of school, not moving out to another dimension! I'll be fine! Just let GO!" he finally pushed away and got slapped in the back by his father, yet again being relieved of his privlege of breathing. "Ouch what was that-"
Fayt was cut out from his father's loud voice, "Good luck, Son."
His mother wiped a tear from her eye and watched at her son left for another year of school.
-Jeez, what is their problem? It's one year of school, they've done this before, you'd think they'd be use to it.- Sighing lightly, he took out his map to remind himself of where he was going. He stuffed the paper into the pocket of his khaki cargo pants, picked up his heavy luggage and walked to the main desk."I hope I'm not with someone I'll hate. Last thing I need is to share a dorm room with an annoying person." Stepping through the door, he got his schedule copy, and the keys to his dorm. He walked to his dorm wondering if he would do for the three days until school started.

[capitan squish]

Out of the teacher dorms crawled the carapaced monstrosity that was Mr. Summers, his six black legs scraping along the pavement on every odd step, a sound like dragging a match across the side of the matchbox. He powered his way forward toward the front doors, wringing his bladed hands while nervously twitching his back plates. He was apprehensive about this new school. He hoped it wouldn't be like his last. It WAS an upper-class school after all. He pushed open the front door, leaving a few small scratches around the handle as he entered the hallway, squeezing the through the narrow door frame.

[AvalonWitch]

Through the militaristic thumping of her guards' boots on the ground she could hear complaints being launched by a male voice. They soon faded though, and she assumed they must have walked past whomever was causing the ruckus. Watching the ground as she walked, so as to not trip and fall, she was surprised by the sudden halting of motion and bumped her head into the back of a bodyguard.


"Sa-sa..sorry! Your highness!" He stammered


She bowed her head apolegetically, wondering why on earth someone would apoligize for being bumped into. I guess that's how politics work she thought as she looked up to see why they had stopped in the first place.

Without realizing, she had entered the Foyer, and she could see a young woman waiting at the desk. Just as she was about to walk up to request her schedule and dorm key, one of the footmen set down the luggage he had been dragging along and did it for her. Can't even do anything for myself! She thought with great displeasure.

[C_O_N_F_U_Z_Z_L_E_D]

A soft whistling sound flowed out of the mouth of a young girl. Helen to be exact, but what was a name more or less? She preferred people to simply call her Hel. But never mind names, another year was starting and she was actually quite glad for it. After having returned home, she'd itched for the school year to arrive; she wasn't as content with the wild, unorganized chaos that she'd lived in anymore.

She had her registration papers done already so was heading towards her dorm-which she would be sharing with three others, just like she'd done last year-so she could settle in. She grimaced slightly, thinking of what living with three others that she wasn't used to would be like. Oh, she knew she was a bit outlandish and blending in a little wouldn't be entirely impossible but it would simply be boring and if there was anything Helen despised more, it would definitely be boredom.

She found herself at the front of the door to her dorm and opened it to find...no one. For one glorious moment, she would, at least be alone to let the normalcy and the neatness of a dorm room sink in. Not that she didn't like neatness, oh no, as soon as the feeling went away, she'd trash her little corner of the room, it was just that it was something she didn't experience too often.


The soft click of padded boots tapped their way down the gravel pathway and through the door. The owner of these boots smiled disarmingly at everyone in her way, swishing past everyone swiftly. Of course, this could be no one other than Jhaarine Pavia, one of the new teachers this year.

Quite surprising that she'd be teaching in a classy place like this, really. She, after all, had been quite a nobody before teaching here. However, she seemed to be completely at ease by the way she seemed to know exactly where she was going and the exuberant confindence she fairly oozed out.

Truth be told however, she was a little bit caught off guard by the sheer size of this place. The higher classes were a little bit strange as well and she'd had to keep herself from frowning, as she didn't feel quite like grasping her fan just yet. Ah well, no use being nervous or anything. She was a teacher here and a teacher she would be. No student or teacher-any other kind of authority really-would intimidate her. And with that, her peaceful smile grew just a little bit wicked as she headed towards the area where she would simply announce who she was and that she'd arrived.

[capitan squish]

He lifted his arm up ad back, pinching a sheet of paper tucked under the edge of his shell and pulling it out, poking a few small holes in the paper as he delicately unfurled the fragile substance in his very anti-fragile hands. He tried to read it through the broken-mirror world he perceived through his sphere of eyes, shifting it about and holding it closer to his eyes. His mindless pedipalps reached for it, trying to draw what it tasted as organic into their mouth, but he jerked it out of their grasp, punching another few holes in the sheet with his claws. He cursed, a dry, windy sound. Frustrated, he squeezed his hands tighter, making the holes bigger. He was starting to realize this was not an ideal form for the first day at a new school.

[[+]Tashii[+]]

Franky stood in the foyer with her bag slung over her shoulder, her violet eyes looked around as she waited for her next instructions. This place was very different to what she thought it would be, it was an impressive school that Franky knew she would enjoy. Before long she recieved her dorm key and schedule, she looked over her classes as she began her walk to her assigned room, 4B... she thought looking from her schedule and around for her room. It took her a while but she finally found it, entering the room she nodded her head, a sign she liked it, Franky walked over to the bed to her left and placed her bag on the bed. The absence of weight to her shoulders was a great relief, taking her first proper look around the room she noticed the desk to her right, next to her bed, and then the other bed, I dont my room mate is here yet.. she thought shrugging. Franky looked around the room before getting to the unpacking of her things, which wasnt much but still something, the only reason Im middle class is because of my mothers title she once had...but that was some time ago.. she thought with a frown. Franky hardly remembered her mother or her father, she was young when they left her in this world, but she still had her grandmother.

[AvalonWitch]

It was when the footsoldier who had accepted her Dorm Key and Schedule handed the latter to another footsoldier, who then proceeded to stand next to her and hold it up to her face that Eden-Avalon decided it was time to exercise her now officially reocognized royal power. She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes and began to speak in a soft, haltering voice.

"Ah...uhm..." The words were not forthcoming and she cleared her throat to try and force them through "You may...arrange my dorm!" She'd found a concept and was going to hold onto it for dear life. "Men," she said in a more assertive tone, turning to address the footsoldiers who were carrying her luggage, "you are to go to my dorm and arrange it for me."

She paused, searching for another order which would give her room to breathe. Fidgeting nervously she turned to the bodyguard at the front of her protective circle, glaring as intensely as she could she said to him, though she was obviously speaking to all of them. "As for the rest of you...you are...dismissed?"

[bicki]

'Okay, not that much action..'Lee thought, strutting down the hallway for some familiar faces. It was no use, they were probably busy with unpacking like normal people. Unlike his friends, Lee was something like a social rat. Not at all into it in a self centered sort of way, but just an overall nice guy direction. He wanted to make as many friends as possible so his last year go off like a fiesta bomb. And it was the only way to do it. Having all the fun only friends could provide.

This only gave Lee more motivation to converse with new comers. And when that button was hit, nothing could stop him. But before this, he'd have make normal and head back to his dorm for decor duties.

The sound of his trotting echoed through the hallway, bouncing off the framed walls. Surely disturbing those in their dorms. But this was the royal hall.. The rooms were probably sound proof. Anyways, his enthusiasm was way too high enough for Lee to even care.

Lee's door was unlocked, the way he left it, but from inside he could hear voices and a large amount of movement. In order not to startle them with an insane barge, he slid the door open just enough to peek through the crack. Inside, staff were busying themselves with unpacking his stuff and organizing them onto the NEWLY PLACED FURNITURE. This gave Lee more than enough reason to take a step forward and throw out a few questions...

"HE-"
But before Lee could finish, they all disappeared.

[AvalonWitch]

She watched the men as they shuffled about nervously, finally the heads of the two groups repeated her orders in harsh barks and they all quickly ran to do as they had been instructed. I must... She thought in awe as the two leaders bowed and followed their respective groups. learn how to do that.

Her Royal Highness Princess Eden-Avalon Celeste-Deamone was now fully visible and realizing this she shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously. As she looked around the Foyer, her long, chocolate-colored hair swished about her lower back. Sharp green eyes took in the grandfather clock that stood proudly before her. And the morning light coming in front the stained-glass door in the front gave her pale skin a touch of rosy color.

She caught her reflection in the polished wood and sparkling glass of the time-keeping contraption and began to blush. She had never really looked at herself before, though she frequently caught herself staring at people. She examined her reflection carefully before making a face at it, sticking her tounge out and wrinkling her nose she thought: I look like a true half-breed.

[[+]Tashii[+]]

After about five minutes of unpacking Franky flopped back on her bed, her half opened violet eyes looked at the ceiling above her. What is my purpose in life... she thought all of a sudden, she had never thought of that till now but why? There was no answer. With a soft sigh she pushed that thought away till she could answer it, but she knew it was something to do with her White Magic, it had to be. Sitting up she decided it would be best to go for a walk, get her mind off things and even try and find her way around this place. Grabbing her key she placed in her pocket before exiting the room, the halls were empty and so quiet with only the soft sound of her feet conecting with the floor.

Franky decided she would start outside and work her way back in the building, walking out into the fresh air she sighed in content. Franky enjoyed being outside rather inside, something about the peacefulness of the air and nature always pleased her. The first thing she noticed was the statue or rather a fountain in the center of the Interior Court Yard, walking up to it she studied it closely, after all she was slightly an art person, her hand moved to the water and ran around in it lightly. It was slightly cold but still sent a shiver down her spine, her eyes continued to watch the statue as a bit of blue bangs fell into her face, bringing her free hand up she brushed it back like it hadnt even fallen.

[OhKey_WeeHow]

Earth walked slowly through the english garden, his adorning gems and fine metals klinking against one another as he strolled, admiring the many shades of colors the seasonal blossoms adorned. It was quiet out here, away from the bustle of "settling in" they called it, whatever they called it, it gave him time to compose his first class. Earth wanted to make a good first impression on the students and the other teachers.

Elematal magic and Control, those were the classes, his classes, he hoped that he hadn' t taken on too much with two classes for his first real time. He didn't deny that he was knowledgable on both, but to teach it so that younger generations could grasp it? This year would be a challange and he prayed that he was up to it, if for nothing else but for the student's sakes.
Earth sighed, gardens were suppose to relax one's mind but his was all tangled in a thousand thoughts. A smooth stone laying in the grass caught his eye and stooping, Earth picked it up and rolled it in his hand, letting the texture consume his senses as he concentrated on the stone; it's wieght, it's hues and shape.......these calmed his mind and he was able to continue his "relaxing " stroll through the garden.

[AvalonWitch]

Recalling the fair-haired and blue-eyed appearances of most of the Royal Licians and the dark and red-hair and obscure eyes of their Deamone counterparts Avalon couldn't help but feel that her lineage was on display for everyone to see. If her hair had been curled, her skin a bit darker and her eyes a shade lighter she would have been able to pass herself off as a Southern-Lician. If her hair had been black, her eyes darker and her skin a little paler she might have been able to pass herself off as a resident of Northern-Deamone. Unfortunately she lacked those defining attributes and so had to settle for the obvious mixed-lineage apparently in her features.

Forming her small, delicate hands into fists she tried her best to reassure herself that everything would be all right.

"All I have to do..." she murmured softly to herself. "Is get through one year." She unclenched her fists and raised her head, adopting a more royal posture. Just one year...

[Shainaz]

Nao sighed slightly, dumping his bags down on the in his apartment room type thing and looked to see if Janette was around... evidently not. She would turn up when she saw fit he supposed.

The first thing he had to do was check to make sure his beautiful art room was all in order. He left the room and set off down the hall ways, his hair cascading down his back in a long flow of black tendrils. His movements where soft and gentle, though he looked very much like a Darkling, his movements, the way he walked and held himself was far from it. His purple eyes scanned the hallway as he walked, looking about him, his feet directing him to where he needed to go, as they already knew the way from the 5 years he had worked here.

He remembered the first time he had stepped through these halls. He wasn't one of the lucky ones that got to go school here... but he was lucky enough to teach here. He remembered as he stepped through those great double doors 5 years ago, he had been enthralled. He had been delighted.
He passed along through the main corridor, heading for the art room, after, he would go check the Archery range he supposed.

He made it to the art room, and he looked about, no one had bothered to move anything. Good, he would have been very very upset if they had. He checked over a few last things before locking the door and heading back down.

He stretched a little, letting out a small yawn, maybe it hadn't been such a good idea not to sleep at all last night...