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[YafullaWalrus]

The waves rocked the ship, sending a distinct taste of salt into the air. The familiarity adding to the homesickness that was already building in an area just behind her lungs. She wasn’t happy to be leaving her youngest siblings but the sense of thrill had her fingers twitching with anticipation for their docking. What a strange place for her to be brought to. The whole situation held one of suspicion and uncanny insecurity for her. There were many questions in her head, circling around as she spent her time floating along the waves. The constant evasive thoughts were causing her head to begin to pound, trying to find solutions but coming up with void as the problem was a mess to her. Such a girl as herself, what use would it be to send her to this school?

The vessel she was being swept away on held three other’s, two being humans and one other that was some sort of angel. It may be a bit presumptuous of her to assume the blonde on board was not of human race, but she had lived with an angel for a few years now and the similarities in the presence they held caught her attention mostly right away. Aside from the angel, the two other humans drew her attention like a moth to a flame. She had rarely seen another of her race, aside from her siblings, in such a long while that it was a bit unbelievable, although she was ‘supposed’ to be attending an all human school if she was to assume that ‘kin’ appealed to race. The only other girl on the boat made her self consciousness grow, with her long brown hair and cute appearance, the complete opposite when it came to herself. It unconsciously made her pick at her worn, black skinny jeans the hung on her straight frame. Compared to the girl, she truly looked like one of the male gender. The final other character on the ship was one of a lanky male, standing out among the other passenger’s with a mask on his face, covering up mostly all of his features. What skin she could see was obscenely pale and looking quite ill. She felt bad for the guy, wondering if he was physically ill and what the purpose of his gas mask was.

Her time spent on the boat drew to a close and she felt a new form of excitement sweep her off of the swaying horizon and onto steady ground, bags hanging off her thin shoulders, basket ball clutched in her hands, as her worn sneakers slammed onto the ground. She kept her strides steady as she got used to the even level, no more rocking along with the movements of the ship. She could see the academy from the base of the hill she was on, the grande architecture curling her gut. It was strange. She was still not used to elaborate things, despite being in the cushion of such luxury for the past few years. She was sure that settling in would take more time than it had when she was with Kora and Athan.

She passed many as she trekked her way up the hill, muscles in her calfs twitching as they stretched, her time spent sitting on the boat leaving her legs, and the rest of her body, stiff and achey. Perhaps after settling into her dorm she could see if the gym was open, shooting some hoops would help relieve some of her stress and take her mind off the worries that were instilling on her, most of which were swirling around her young siblings.

She swept along with the crowd, following as she attempted to peer over the taller beings. Blowing her bangs away from her face, she scrunched her face up, feeling the chain, attaching one of her lip piercings to an ear piercing, brush coldly against her cheek. She was aware of the stares she was getting, the odd looks, due to the metal that had been pushed through her skin. They often came whenever she went out so it didn’t bother her much anymore, it wasn’t as though she new any of the other students attending yet anyways. She was hoping, quite possibly praying, that she’d be able to find a place here for herself. But she wasn’t the luckiest and maybe all of her luck had been used up getting the letter to her in the first place.

‘cool’

With wide amber eyes, she looked up, tilting her head back to get a better picture, at the staff member that towered before her. Flames licked up his neck, appearance to dance before her eyes. Tattoos were interesting, and this man’s captivated her for that moment as he spoke, shoving a package gently into her small frame, settling it on top of the basketball. The man began to glare, she realized, after her continued staring and grumbled at her to move along. Flashing a grin, she began to meander off further onto campus, eyes flickering around at other students. Everyone was so interesting, so pretty as well. All of the girls she had seen held attractive, feminine appearances, hell even some boys were prettier than her, but everyone there sparked her curiosity.


location// on campusxxcompany// no onexxfeeling// curious

[Nellasaurus]

The white haired dragon patted her cousins back gently as the girl dumped her contents of her stomach into the sea. Even Zephyr wasn't feeling 100% because of this boat and its annoying human made engine. The smell was nauseating, why we're they on a man made boat anyway? If they were dragons going to a school of their kin why the need for a boat? They could fly or swim to get there the boat wasn't needed and did more trouble then help. With dragons noses so sensitive the school should understand it make most of them sick, she couldn't wrap her head around it. Before she delved deeper into her suspicions her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice next to her.

”What would I do without you, Zeph?” Seraphine whispered. Seraphine, her cousin but might as well be another one of her sister, even though she was much closer to her then her sisters. Zeph knew that the drakaina was having a harder time then she was with the stench from the engine so instead of answering verbally Zephyr smiled and continued rubbing the girls back.

Yawning she flashed back to hours earlier were she'd flown over to mt.Olympus to meet with Seraphine so they could wait for the boat to come. While Zeph wasn't as excited about the school as Seraphine, understandable after so many year of home schooling. Her brothers said that school, normal school, wasn't all bad and while she had her doubts she did agree to come. Though in her heart she'd miss her mothers teachings and the way she ran things. But that didn't matter anymore since there was no turning back. She looked off into the distance and surprisingly enough saw a landmass.

”I think I see the dock in the distance. Look.” Zeph said to Seraphine pointing over towards the landmass that was getting bigger as they got closer.

The girl looked relieved, though you could tell how bad she was feeling. The thought of getting of this sickening human boat brought a smile to the dragons lips. Humans, annoying creatures who can barely take care of themselves. Zephyr still couldn't stand them, they're annoying tendencies and always trampling through her home being loud and obnoxious. Often Zeph would scare them off the mountain just to get some piece and quiet , one would think with as many stories as there were of dragons on that mountain those spineless beings would leave it alone. They were dumber then she thought. Snapping back to reality Zeph noticed her cousin lifting up, no doubt wanting to fly off and get on this boat she couldn't blame her for it. But Zeph tugged her cousin back down to the boat .

”Once again, it is a rule for you to keep your feet on this boat, there is no flying away.” She said.

Their boat pulled in just as a few others had. The boat gave out its 'honk ' sound, making Zeph and Seraphine cringe at the same time. Stupid human vessels, her suspicions about the school came back from the back of her mind she pushed them back from where they came. Even if its suspicious there's nothing I can do now anyway so forget it and try to find a good side. The minute the boat docked, still rocking from the waves, Seraphine grabbed her hand and dragged her down to the dock. First ones off the boat, how special. Walking down the bridge connecting the boat to the dock Seraphine wobbled and finally setting foot on the dock she took another wobbly step and then fell to her knees.

Instant worry clouded Zephyrs head. "Are you alright?" She said instinctively reaching out her hand to help her up. Zeph could see she was a little scratched up, cuts on her knees nothing to serious that wouldn't heal in a matter of minutes so she decided that the girl was fine other then a bit of sea sickness still.

The continued walking up to the academy, Seraphine getting more excited as they got closer. They reached the school gates soon after where there were teachers giving the students boxes. Well more like shoving the boxes to the students instead of giving seeing as her box was practically thrown to her which made her frown. Ignoring it she and Seraphine reached a fountain and sat down to examine the contents of the boxes.

”This school is huge! Just look at this! For once we’ll get to be around all types of drakon’s!” Seraphine smiled looking around. At least she was having fun it made Zeph smile.

”These are all the types of drakon’s, look at all them! Everyone looks so different, and they all seem to have different powers. I didn’t know that was possible for our kind. This is amazing!”


In there was a summer and winter uniform, a few information booklets that Zephyr would discard later on, a code of conduct and some papers to fill out later. Lastly there was a small bracelet at the bottom which Seraphine oogled.

”Awe! How cute! Look at this!” The drakon exclaimed putting it on instantly. There was a moment where Seraphine looked sick again. 'Sea sickness?' Zephyr wondered. She shrugged the thought off and put on her own bracelet. Her stomach felt like it dropped to her feet and she felt weak. 'Not normal'Her suspicious feeling came back and she examined the card the bracelet was on top of. It said that this bracelet was an identification bracelet to be worn at all times. She sighed and put everything back into the box. 'Things will probably be explained later so no use worrying about it now.'

[Tsunpai]

TIME: 10:28 AM

A slight breeze brushed through the air as the last bunch of students made their way through the
gates of Lestava Academy. Along with the gust of wind followed a familiar sent that Luther – and
only him – could recognize immediately as it passed. His nose instantly wrinkled as the smell made
its way through his nostrils, clearly bothered by whatever odor it was that this man had on him. It
was the fragrance of an old friend that he still continued to see to this day, however he wasn't the
same man as he was about a year ago. There was something far off about this friend – he was far
too broken to be the same person that this vampire knew and respected some time ago. The look
of disgust shifted into a darkened, mourn expression. Yes, Luther was more than sure of what it was
that changed his friend, but he still tried to convince himself that didn't have the slightest clue of what
exactly happened to his friend. There was one thing that Luther was certain about, though. The pair
of footsteps he heard behind him and the two others alongside him only concluded his theory.

Turning his neck just slightly, so his dark eyes – almost completely black – met with a pair of ruby
ones. The two others, Kaede and Natsume, turned their entire bodies to face the male that had
approached them with news. “What is it, Shiro?” Kaede had asked in a tone of confusion, though
he surely knew that he wouldn't be receiving an oral response back. The byakko named Shiro only
gazed at the guidance counselor for a mere second before looking back at the history teacher. His
expression was always the same no matter what situation was taking place. Not once has anyone on
campus witnessed him break into a smile or laugh; he never seemed to have any curiosity built in
him enough to make him lift a brow, nor did anything seem to build up enough stress inside of him
to make him want to break down or tear someone to shreds. There was nothing in his eyes and, from
what most believed, nothing in his heart. At least, nothing significant, anyway. Was that the occupation
of a security guard? Or was that just the way of the white tiger? Nobody knew and no one dared to understand.

After giving a slight nod towards Luther, who knew what was going on, Shiro turned on his heel and began
walking away, leaving the other two in bewilderment. After he disappeared into the courtyard, Natsume let
all of her annoyance out at once. “Why is it so difficult to understand that guy, huh!?” She began ruffling
her own hair as a way to let off steam and then immediately threw her hands to her sides, balled into fists.
“How does he expect to ever get married when he’s as emotionless as a robot?”

Those words sparked a thought into Kaede’s head, immediately giving into the fantasies that made plenty
more sense to him than an algebra textbook would. “That’s it, Natsume-San! Maybe he is a robot!” A high-
pitched laugh escaped his pale lips. The look of excitement he gave would be the look a scientist would have
after the discovery of something new and useful. “Luron must have made him, right!? We all know that you’re
completely incapable of finding love for yourself, so of course–“

Before another word managed to come out of Kaede’s mouth, Natsume gripping enough of his shirt to fill
both of her hands, pulling him closer as her face start to redden from anger and embarrassment. “As if
you’re one to talk, ya’ pipsqueak of a raccoon–“

“Kaede. Natsume.” Luther’s stern voice interrupted their quarrel. “That’s enough.” It was demanding, and
almost angry enough, to cause the both of them to tremble in fear. They had both forgotten he was even
standing there in the first place. A moment passed and then Luther turned to face the both of them face-
to-face. They both stared, wide-eyed, as if they were about to receive punishment, but once he dropped
his arms to his side and spoke up, their faces lit up with elation.

“It’s time. Luron has returned.”

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TIME: 10:45 AM

Once the time got closer to the event of the Welcoming Ceremony, members of the faculty scattered
left and right. They began gathering and leading the students – most angered, confused, or feeling
just a slight woozy – to the auditorium, which sometimes served also as Lestava’s Ballroom. From the
entrance of the ceremonial hall, students were greeted by Alicia, the science teacher, as well as Emmalia,
the language teacher. Alicia stood there in a tall posture with her arms crossed and holding a stare filled
with exhaustion towards each student that walked passed her and into the auditorium. As for Emmalia,
who stood there with hands shaking behind her back and greeting everyone with a small ‘W-Welcome!
Please feel at home!’ in an anxious tone and small nod. She felt unable to make proper eye contact with
most of the students that walked by, too frightened to stare into the eyes of the furious ones.

On the other side of the wall, the students would be stared upon by two of the tallest men in the room –
one being Shiro, and the other was another security guard that simply went by the name of Florence. Shiro,
who was holding his katana tightly by his waist as if an enemy invasion would happen any moment now,
stood there as silent as he could. Some could probably assume he was more of a statue than an actual
living being. On the other hand, Florence – whose spikey, flamed red hair was gaining a lot of disturbed
looks – leaned his back against the wall, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest, listening to the
complaints and concerns each student mumbled as they stumbled in. The grin plastered on his face could
only show how much amusement he was gaining from the students already.

Upon entering, the students were then divided into groups, depending on their race. The ones handling
this operation were the music teacher, Esther; the art teacher, Penelope; the nurse, Adina; and the agriculture
teacher, Lucas. However, before they were separated from one another, the mathematics teacher Matthew;
the home economics teacher, Alvin; and Physical Education instructor, Julian, did quick checks on each student
to make sure that they were already wearing their so-called identification bracelet. Anyone who had yet to place
it on were then forced to by one – sometimes more, if necessary – of the faculty members.

The last remaining faculty member, Ariella – the librarian – was standing on top of the stage, which will
be where the headmaster speaks from. She had a clipboard in hand, being sure to take down as much
information and notes to merge together into one file for the headmaster. She made a proper checklist
of the students that had arrived, as well as the ones that were causing problems for the staff already. It
was troublesome, but she did it for the sake of Luron witnessing what his hopes and dreams have already
brought. He did predict issues in the beginning, but – from the words that his lover told him to what he
told his faculty:

“Just have faith.”

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TIME: 11:03 AM

Three minutes late. Luron was already running three minutes late. It wasn’t much of an issue for the faculty,
but for some of the students, it was on a very much different level. They were tossing out questions and demanding
answers. Things weren’t getting violent – which was better than some of the deans expected – but this was still
too much for easy-going creatures like most of them.

Within another minute, the lights had given out and the room went pitch black, causing the entire room to fall
silent. Almost as if on cue, an unfamiliar laugh to the students broke out, the noise coming from the front stage.
However, just a moment ago there was only a female on stage; this new voice was far too masculine to belong
to the woman that was just there. Suddenly, the lights had flickered back on quickly and there stood a stranger.
Sadly, his current appearance didn’t look the least bit professional. He was clutching onto his stomach tightly while
the other arm, gripping the pedestal in front of him, was what was holding him up from toppling over in laughter.
Was this all some sort of joke to him?

Immediately, Luther had dashed over to Luron's side, grabbing him by the shoulder and trying to force his best
friend to get situated. “L-Luron!” Luther had whispered over to him, starting to feel secondhand embarrassment
for his poor friend, who was making a fool of himself in front of his own students. “Get yourself together already,
you imbecile!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He spoke between whatever bubbles of breath he could manage to use to speak out. It
took another moment or two before he did finally calm down, and by then, the expressions of the students only
seemed to have soured. “Hello, students. I’m Luron, but you’ll most likely be addressing me as headmaster
from now on. Uh–” He took a quick glance at Luther, who was standing by his side with a stern look of disappointment.
“You’re all probably wondering why you’re here, right? And why – from your own accusations – I’m a
compulsive liar, right?” A cheeky grin started to develop on his smile. “Well, no. I’m not. Really.” It continued
to grow until it looked like pure arrogance. “You see everyone here, well, yeah – this is your new family. You
guys are the ones assuming things about same race and all that, that’s not my fault, you know. Your
parents should have raised you better!” He shook his pointer finger at all of the students while the other hand
rested on his hip. A small sigh escaped his lips and, for one a quick moment, Luron gave everyone in front of him
one apologetic smile. “But I do suppose the ignorant can only spread ignorance.”

A sudden uproar of complaints tour through the air, but Luron ignored them as they kept coming. After all, this
was his territory. He was basically more than a headmaster here – he was a king. He was the one in charge of
the school; the faculty; the students; the curriculum and the future of whatever Lestava will bring. He did think
about ending the welcoming ceremony there, but there was one last intention he had to bring up with the students.

“Ah–! About your wrist bands, I’m sure you are all well-aware about them being for student identification, correct?
Well, there’s a little bit more to them than you think~ You see, not only do they keep track of your whereabouts,
as well as store information about who you are and just exactly what you are, but… Well, they also manage and
reduce how much magical energy you naturally have. That way, you’re unable to use any to harm one another –
That, and to be on equal terms with the humans as we start the school year. I mean - ” Luron rigorously threw
a pointer finger towards them, which resulted in a few of the humans flinching as if he threw a fire ball of his own.
“Just look at them! They’re so weak and powerless, and what’s even worse is that there isn’t anything they can
do about it. Isn’t that a little too depressing…?” He shook his head. “What I’m trying to say is that I see more
than enough potential for each and every one of you in the future – in a world where everyone can live together
regardless of where or what they’re born as. Doesn’t that sound like a dream? Well, that dream starts here.”

And with that, Luron gave one last bow of his head and then began to make his exit, but now before giving
them one last cheeky grin that will become quite the signature for him.

“Welcome to Lestava Academy.”

CURRENT TIME: 11:57 AM

[nyukkun]

◢ oo Alexei breathed a deep sigh, running his hand through shaggy black hair. Of course this would happen. He knew something was wrong the minute he got off the boat. Blinking slowly, he stared up to the thin golden wire that wrapped around his wrist. While it hung loose, it wouldn't budge when he tried to take it off, his wrist a blistering red being proof of that. He was stuck here now, the headmaster had made sure of that by taking away his tail. ”I guess I could still swim but... these legs aren't the same.” he frowned, staring down at his skinny little human legs. Yes, a tail was definitely better for swimming. Not that he would be doing much of that anyways.

Dropping his bags to the ground, the adolescent rolled back onto the ground, sprawling himself on the grassy field beneath him. What was he suppose to do now? He hated the feeling of being so constricted but he wasn't so immature as to go and make a fuss about it. Stretching his arms out above his head, he fixed his sights on the cloudless sky above. It wasn't an awful place to live. If nothing else, it was certainly a pretty environment. He snorted at the notion of a school campus being 'pretty'. It would be something his sister said, and it was her bright idea that he go attend a boarding school. Really, he'd just have to go about this as he did with everything else in life; take it in stride. Rolling on his side, he looked over at his surfboard. Well, if nothing else, this made surfing a whole lot easier. Alexei didn't really appreciate it when he would be washed under and his legs would transform into a tail. Maybe if he just stopped being such a baby about it and just hurry off to his dorms, he could still catch a few waves before curfew.

With a smug smile on his face, the freshman flipped himself back up on his feet and grabbed his bags. He had received a map of the school campus with the dainty golden bracelet when he got to the academy gates, and if he had any sense of direction, the dorms were just directly north of him.

Trudging down the field, Alexei eventually found his way to a pale cream coloured road, much like the one on his map. ”Looks like I'm going the right way...” he muttered, glancing over the top of his map. The map was detailed for it's size, and featured noticeable landmarks to help the students out, making the trip to the dorm rooms not terrible hard on Alexei. Fountain one way, forest the other; the only thing that dragged him down was his luggage and guitar. When he had finally made it to the steps of the students' dorm rooms, the boy was almost certain that he was about to drop to his knees for a sip of water. ”Maybe I'll take a break before I go surfing, get to know the roommates.”

As he entered through the cedar wood doors, he searched through his pockets to pull a crumpled sheet that had all his student information neatly scrawled down on it. Left wing in room 204. Didn't sound too hard to find. Spinning on the balls of his feet, Alexei turned to the left and pulled himself up the winding stair case. It seemed he was the first to make it to the dorms, not a single soul in sight when he had arrived. At the top of the staircase was a long corridor, identical doors lining the walls that ran down it. Adjusting the luggage in his hand , he began to move through it, looking for a door with '204' neatly lacquered on it.

Knock! Knock!

”Hello? Anyone in here?” he called out, his voice cracking slightly under the built up pressure. No answer. Taking in a deep breathe, the student hesitantly turned the knob of his door. Who knew what his roommates would be like. What if one of them ate mermaid flesh? What if one of them was a pyromaniac? Obviously, he was in over his head when he decided to just walk on in. When the door creaked open to reveal that he really was the first one into the dorms, he couldn't help but feel just a bit relieved. He wasn't ready to deal with other people just yet.

The room was sparsely decorated. On either side of the room was a bunk bed, plain white sheets provided, and between them a cheap rug that looked like it would feel nice beneath your feet. Taking off his shoes at the entrance, Alexei was quick to claim one of the lower bunks in the room, piling his guitar and bags of luggage on top. It was a thin frame, but that was plenty for Alexei, and the stiffness of the mattress reminded him of home. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the merman decided that he should start to unpack. Just lightly, enough to make the room feel like his. The closet space looked narrow, but would be plenty for two or even three boys. All that worried him was that his board might get in the way of some. Rubbing his neck, he walked over to the closet and swung the door open. It was deeper than expected, which was good, since that meant he could stick his board in there.

Grabbing his board and bag full of clothes, he shoved it in the very back of the closet, being sure not to take up room. The school had a uniform, so it wasn't like he'd be wearing his own clothes to do much more than lounge around in anyways. With that finished and out of the way, he turned back to his bed and began to unpack the rest of his things. In his bag were a few of his favourite things. Hats, that his sister had brought for him on her trip to new york, and memorabilia that reminded him of home. A little plastic lobster that his father had snuck in there sat at the top of his things, much to Alexei's dismay, but he still put it on a shelf for display anyways. It wasn't as if his father would be seeing this.

When he was done, the shelves of the room had been decorated with a stack of comic books, for late night reading, a jar of homemade marmalade, for late night snacking, hist hats stacked ontop of each other, and of course, the plastic red lobster. Snorting at his poor interior design skills, Alexei gave himself a small pat on the back and decided he would grab something to drink before he ventured back out of the dorms. Having already made his spot apparent, he opted not to lock the door on his way down. He had noticed a kitchen on his way up, and decided that would be his best bet on such an unfamiliar island.

Entering the kitchen, he was taken aback by the bareness of the open cupboards. ”Awe... no way.” he grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Making a bee line to the fridge, he threw open the door and was greeted to a gust of cold winds. ”Nothing.” Rolling his eyes, he turned to the cupboard doors and grabbed a clean white mug. Good thing he wasn't a picky guy. Turning on the tap, Alexei filled the glass with cold water, chugging it down with a ravenous thirst. Still, nobody. Hell, if it had been anybody else, it would've been downright lonely.

Taking a minute, he sat down on the counter top and took a look around. Maybe they were all fighting trying to get off the god damn island. He chuckled, musing at the thought of it. Placing the mug back down in the sink, the teenager hopped back upstairs to go check if anyone else had walked in. Maybe a roommate or a neighbour. Maybe one of the other mermaids he had met on the ferry ride over. In a way, he was sort of hopeful for some companionship, but being alone was alright too. He just couldn't get used to being in a building as big as his village alone.

”Still? Nobody? he voiced, eyes searching the room. At least his things had gone untampered with. Shrugging his shoulders, Alexei stretched over to the closet and grabbed his surfboard. He had polished it just for the trip, and was ready for whatever sort of wave Lestava had to throw at him. He didn't bother changing, since he was almost never without swim trunks and flip flops, so he was in and out before anyone could interrupt. As much as he would love to hang around to meet his roommates, there was more of the academy for the shaggy haired teen to see. Scoffing on his way out, he hoped that somehow that the waves would wash away the magic imbued ID he was given and he'd be let go to swim home, but in his heart, Alexei sort of knew he'd be here for quite the while.

Rushing out, his flip flop came flying off his foot as he made his way down the stairs. Ah! Alexei squeaked, bending over and swinging to his side to pick it up. Concentrated completely on himself, he hadn't even notice the other student who had just entered into the dorms until he heard the thundering smack of his surfboard against said student's chest.

Smack!

Going wide eye, Alexei quickly slipped on his navy blue slipper, and straightened up to an upright position, Only to once again slap the poor student across the face with his board. ”Oh s**t...! he winced, knowing full well just how much a hit like that could hurt. At least he hadn't brought his big surfboard to school... or else the guy would be out cold right now. Turning his board right side up, the lithe boy did his best to catch the stranger as he staggered from what was probably a mixture of shock and pain. ”S-sorry man. You okay? I didn't see you there... d-damn, that looks ugly!” The mermaid cringed, pulling back slightly at the look of the other boy's glowing red cheek. ”Uhm... ice! I'll get you some ice, there's probably some in the kitchen. Just stay here, ok?” he stated nervously, dropping his board and running over to the kitchen.

Now familiar with the layout, he swung open the freezer door and reached into the back, feeling around for ice. ”s**t...” he mumbled, pulling out a tray of cubes. Smacking it on the table top, he searched the drawers for a plastic bag. By the time he had found one, the ice cubes was already starting to melt and slid easily out of their tray. Repeating the words 's**t s**t s**t' under his breathe, Alexei quickly rushed back to the injured boy with his makeshift compression bag.

”Hey, I got you some ice. Oh... yeah, you're really gonna want to ice that. I am so sorry.” The words spilt out of his mouth, as he tried to sit the boy opposite to him down and get the dripping white bag on his face. He hadn't been expecting anyone to just come in without saying anything, growing up in a town where everybody knew your name and treated you like family made you jaded that way, and he genuinely felt bad having hurt him like that. Alexei would have to be more aware from now on that he was living with strangers. He always came in and out without saying a word, so no reason why others wouldn't do the same. Getting on his knees, he continued to hold the bag of ice up to the other student's face, completely forgetting that he might be god knows what, and he asked, in as a concerned of a voice as he could, "you sure you're alright, man?"

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LET'S JUST STOP AND THINK, BEFORE I LOSE FACE
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I T R Y T O R E A C H O U T B U T H E ' S I N H I S O W N W O R L D

[YafullaWalrus]

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The headmaster was an a*****e. An intelligent a*****e, but still an a*****e. The way he went about things was conniving, but it got the job he had wanted to do done. As it stood, he had a school and he had the diversity in his student body. The headmaster was dangerous. He would have to keep that in mind. 'a dream, huh.’ He thought to himself, thumb pressing into the pages of his book, letting them flutter until they were all pressed together, closed. It had been a long while since he’d had a dream that was so absurd as that man’s. He ran his finger along the spine of the book, eyes falling half lidded. Absurd, perhaps, but surely one to admire. However, things aren’t as simple as sticking a mess of races onto an island and keeping them there.

He had filtered out of the area quickly, the mass of other student’s bothering him much more than the current situation. He could feel the bracelet slide along his wrist, the piece of jewellery, or rather a shackle of a sorts, taking up much of his attention. He was sure he would get used to such a thing but for now, it was an annoyance. An aggravating annoyance. He would have to be careful when he was reading, he was sure a page could easily get torn if it snagged on the circlet at all. Hefting his bag higher onto his shoulder and peeling apart the pages with his thumb, he decided to make his way towards the dorms. Hopefully most would be trying to find a way off the island or a staff member to complain to.

He was bothered, perhaps more so than he would be if it had been any other day of the week, however it was sunday, and it made an anxiety bubble into a thin layer beneath his skin. There were many types of reactions the other students could have to being stuck with so many others. His eyes glazed over the top of his book, observing other students as he made his way back to the dorms. There were no happy faces that he could see, in fact, many were pouting at their situation like children. Sighing under his breath, he returned his gaze to his book, feet already taking the path, that the map he had previously memorized, leading to the male dormitories.

Smack!

All the breath in his lungs escaped him as a hard, flat object slammed into his torso. His fingers tightened to keep a tight grip on his duffle bag and book, struggling slightly from the shock of the hit. He hadn’t been expecting anything upon entering the dorms, never the less to get attacked. Before he could reorient himself, another hit came, this time however, it cracked across his face, forcing his head sideways and causing his grips to faulted, sending his book and bag falling to the ground. His body faltered for a moment and although the boy that was trying to help his swaying, he couldn’t help but smack away his help. “ fjandinn ” He muttered, hand reaching up to hover over where the board had hit him as his eyes fell to where his book was laying in a crinkled heap.

The boy was speaking, drawing calm pools of blue to him. Atlas held his tongue, sarcasm ready to escape his lips, but the boy seemed to be feeling quite bad for hitting him…twice, so he stayed quiet. Instead, he reached down and carefully picked up his book that had fallen, running a hand gently over the ruffled pages to smooth them. Honestly, he just wanted to go home already. ugly. This kid sure had a way with words. He already knew that it was most likely going to welt soon. Thank god for his grandmother and those god damn medical herbs she had made him bring, or else he would have to deal with a bruise for a while. Honestly though, it was simply too much of a coincidence that he was the one that got hit with a surfboard. It was just unlucky.

He watched as the other male went off, saying something about ice and for him to stay there, but Atlas would much rather collect his bag and leave. Shoulders dropping, he peeled his backpack off of his shoulders and set it on the floor beside his bag. Turning his attention back to his book he gently opened up the story, running his thumb over the fold line that had appeared due to its fall. Adding pressure, he mentally urged the line to disappear. Although his cheek was stinging, it was easier to ignore than most would expect. Looking up as the black haired kid reappeared, he gave him an unimpressed look. He was lucky he even stayed, let alone allow himself to be sat down across from him. He watched with displeased pools of blue as the boy reached out to hold the ice to his cheek, hovering slightly over him and invading his space. Did this kid think he couldn’t hold a bag to his own face? The hits had surprised him, sure, but this was ridiculous.

Despite thinking this, he still didn’t protest, only watched with a drawn expression, completely unamused with this boy, as the bag of ice was pressed, perhaps a little too hard, on his heated cheek. The kid looked like he felt quite poorly for the injury he had caused, so Atlas resisted the urge to push him away. Staying silent as the boy rambled shortly, he could feel the perspiration from the bag start to run down his neck, leaving streaks of water disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Already, there was a numbing sensation coming to his cheek, hovering just under the pain the pressure of the bag was bringing.

“ I’m fine, krakki ” He replied shortly, reaching up to wrap his fingers around the guy’s wrist, pulling his hand away from his cheek. The fact that some unknown stranger was so close was setting his nerves on fire. The fact that he didn’t know what exactly this kid was, also made the situation even more uncomfortable. " You can leave now. ” He muttered, pushing the male’s wrist back to him and giving him the same look he had before, completely and utterly, unimpressed.


location// dormsxxcompany// a krakkixxfeeling// unimpressed . annoyed



ooc:// krakki = kid / fjandinn = damn it

[Renalune]

❀Location: Auditorium > Dormroom | ❀Company: No one yet | ❀Mood: Upset, but trying to cope | ❀Outfit: ♥ | ❀Voice:♥



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Before she could even get a legitimate word out, Claire noticed one of the school's faculty members as they begin ushering other students in one particular direction. She assumed that the auditorium sat a bit further that way, as she over heard them mention it as the students were being redirected. Looking back to the brunette a short distance away, she decided it would be best to cease her attempts to interact. As concerned as she was with the girl's earlier fall, she was probably alright. She was standing and walking without a limp in her step. If it were Claire, well she probably would have been worse off. The witch was a bit more dainty and frail than a regular female; physically of course. Being pampered her entire life didn't help her case at all. It was safe to say manual labor never suited her, and falls or anything painful were something she especially didn't take to very well.

Releasing a small sigh, Claire turned on her heel and began making her way toward the auditorium. As she traveled, she started to wonder. Something felt a little strange about the other girl. A feeling she got as she previously contemplated her interaction. It was similar to the feeling she had earlier when she doubted a few of the students being witches. She felt no magic coming from the girl at all. Claire's senses weren't like those with animal traits, but she wasn't blind, nor was she numb to the presence and feel of magic. It was simply something she had been able to recognize since childhood. The other girl may have not been a witch, but Claire certainly didn't give the possibility of her being 'human' the first thought. Surely if the school had lied, humans wouldn't have been mixed as well? Right? Maybe it was merely other non-human races being mixed.

Yeah just keep telling yourself that princess.

Upon making it to her destination, Claire was shoved into a long line of students, making their way inside in an orderly fashion. She didn't exactly enjoy her time in line. Everyone was too close together, and pulling what luggage she did have along was a bit of a hassle- while trying not to hit or bump into anyone of course. It was during this moment she had noticed the clear difference in the size of everyone's bags in comparison to her own. The rolling suitcase she had was quite big, but easy to transport with the wheels. She could possibly fit double, or even triple what some people had in that one case. And that wasn't even all of her luggage...

After a few minutes of waiting in line, she finally made it inside, only to be stopped by one of the faculty members. The man had very light blond hair and a pair of blue eyes that hid behind black framed spectacles. She looked up to him and tilted her head ever so slightly, “I-Is there a problem?” she inquired. Fearing she might get scolded for the floating bag that still trailed behind her after all.

Fortunately, the man said nothing regarding the bag, even though the fact that it was floating was quite obvious. Instead, he opened the box she had been carrying and pulled out the golden bracelet from inside, “Calm down Miss, its just a standard procedure.” he replied before gently grabbing the hand she had been pulling the rolling suitcase with and pulling it forward to snap the bracelet on, “There we are. Its required for all students to wear these.”

Blinking with a short pause, Claire slowly processed the man's words and actions, finally finding their relativity in the matter, “Oh, is that so? I'll do that then. Thank you.” she replied before a strange feeling suddenly came over her. It wasn't entirely bad, but it definitely had its cons. On one end, she suddenly didn't feel tired at all like she did when she arrived. She was completely awake and not at all struggling to stay bright and alert. However, on the other end- she felt a sudden emptiness overcoming her. The loud sound of her bag hitting the ground behind her only confirmed the emptiness she felt.

Jumping as the sound of her falling bag startled her, she whipped around to see it lying there- motionless, “W-What...? Did I lose concentration...?” she questioned, “Y-Yes, that must be it. Not a problem. I'll just....-” she stated as she snapped her fingers, with hopes that the bag would once again lift itself into the air. But nothing happened. Staring in disbelief, Claire just couldn't figure out what was going on. Her magic wasn't working!

“Huh...? What...-” but before she could ask anymore questions, she was being shooed away by the faculty member- to make way for the next person. Claire could do nothing but comply after she looked back to see the rest of the students waiting. All of them looked anything but pleased. She felt even more displeasure when she saw this. So, she bit her tongue and (with much difficulty) lifted her fallen bag, rushing out of the line to be sorted with the rest of the students. At this point she was a little frantic on the inside. Her magic had never just stopped like that before. What was going on?







Baffled as the headmaster's speech began and then left in completely and utter shock as it ended, Claire stood there, her mouth slightly agape. The headmaster had completely fooled them all, and he even laughed about it. Like a hatter, but without the charm. All of this had just hit her in the face and she was unable to express the exact feelings she now felt all at once. Her magic was gone, and now she knew what caused it. Lifting her hand to see the golden bracelet that clung to her wrist, she frowned. Such a deceitful piece of jewelry. Just another example of beauty and the thorns it often possessed, “Oh... How awful...” she complained. She actually kind of felt like crying, rather than letting her temper go like some of the other students around her. She would swallow those tears though, as much as she now feared the presence of the humans that headmaster had mentioned. She had to keep her level head. All in one day, her two of worst fears had been realized; she had no magic at all, and there were humans among the crowd of people she was forced to share the next two years with.

Rather than openly showing her disapproval of this entire situation, like many others, she decided to quicken her efforts to leave this place. If she could find the dormitories and make it to her room, perhaps she could have a quiet place to think things through. If she dropped everything and whined now, what would her father think if he saw? Just what he originally thought; that Claire wasn't built to handle stress or disagreeable situations. She was much too delicate in her father's eyes, and maybe she was in reality. However, she had change that part of herself. She would find her room and relieve her stress in silence. A nice cup of tea would do the trick.

Even though she now struggled with her luggage, she trudged her way from the auditorium and all the way to the large dormitory building. This journey was the hardest one yet. She had dropped her bag and box many times while trying to consult the map, embarrassment accompanying her as she went. She had never struggled so much before. She felt a mountain of relief hit as she made it to the actual building. Next was the stairs to the second floor...

Fortunately, a staff member, like a knight in shining armor, had been passing though on his way from delivering another student's belongings. Making an offer to help the poor British girl carry her things up the stairs, thanks to him Claire was finally able to make it to the room she had been assigned. Standing in front of the door itself, she looked exhausted, “N-Never again...” she muttered. After confirming the room number on a sheet of paper, she found earlier in her box, with the number on the door- she was home. If you could call it that.

Setting the box down and pulling out a key, she proceeded to unlock the door and drag her belongings inside. It looked as if the rest of her stuff from the docks had been delivered as well. Well that was a comfort at the very least, but still not helping. Shutting the door behind her, she let out a heavy sigh, “I'm....So tired...” she said, sounding as if she really were going to cry. However, that wasn't the case, as she sucked it up and turned to go lay her suitcase flat on the floor and undo it's latches, 'What awful circumstances... The absolute worst. What should I even do...?' her thoughts echoed in her head. Opening the large suitcase, there laid some of her belongings; all packed neatly and orderly. There was a lot of clothes and other miscellaneous things, some of which already making her feel just a little home sick.

Now rummaging through her things, she pulled out a few clothes and set them down beside her as she sat on the floor. Pulling out a few more, she noticed a small pile of letters that had been hiding underneath them. Temporarily forgetting her 'tragic' situation, she took one of the letters in her hands and unsealed it. Taking the paper out and unfolding it, she began to read:

“Dear Young Miss,

It saddens me to see you leave the Truelock Manor, still being so young. Having looked after you since you were but an infant, I always feel the need to protect you, as I'm sure the Master does too- despite his actions. It especially brings tears to my eyes when I think of how you will be left alone for your birthday in the coming days. Please, do make friends so that next year, you won't have to feel so lonely. I will be helping plan a wonderful party in honor of your return, once you've finished your studies. I'll try my hardest to be sure that the Master attends. Please enjoy the early birthday gift I've packed with your things in the mean time.

With all of my love,
Catherine.”

Having read all of the note, Claire's homesickness grew. She knew she would probably face homesickness at some point, but now the feeling was much worse. She missed Catherine, and everyone else back home for that matter. Catherine's baked goods, chess matches with Alastair, and even her chats with young Benjamin. Who knew leaving home would be so hard? But, at least the memories alone were enough to comfort her a little. Sighing, she decided to fold up the letter and find somewhere to keep it safe. She was very close to Catherine, so anything Catherine made or gave her meant a lot. Before she could move however, she suddenly remembered the other letters this one previously sat on top of. She should probably just unpack and read them afterward. But, one more couldn't hurt, right?

So, she grabbed the second letter and began to read as soon as she opened it:

“Dear my beloved Mistress,

I will miss lying in your lap on warm afternoons, your delicate hands as you ruffle my fur with your affections, the sounds of your book pages as they turn, and even the smell of tea in the library.

But in your absence, I will most enjoy having your bed all to myself. As well as using your room as a new hiding place for my toys, Alastair's keys and many other various belongings. Oh how much fun will it be to watch as they frantically search. Not much to enjoy in the life of a normal house cat. Its quite a shame for them that I'm not a normal house cat, don't you agree?

Adieu~!

Oh, and happy birthday, my dear dear Mistress!

Love,
Sebastian.”

Her mouth practically fell open as she read this letter. She appeared to be in a small state of shock, “So you're the one who keeps hiding things around the house! And why my room!?” she exclaimed, as if the letter's sender was present, “Blasted cat... How on earth did you even write this...?” she muttered afterward, before turning the paper over to see the phrase, “By the way, Lillian from the kitchen staff acted as my lovely writer. She sends her regards...- Of course...” she read out loud, commenting on it at the very end. That cat was such a menace at times, but she still loved him quite dearly. Yes, the cat could talk, ever since one of her ancestors had enchanted it with a voice. Whether or not it was a virtue or a vice, she was never quite sure. That was a story for another time though. Now it was time to unpack and await to see if she was doomed with a human roommate, or some other creature. Preferably, she would take a creature over a human- if it meant well.

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♕OOC: I BROKE 2K WORDS...WHAT? O A O

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Seraphine let out a deep sigh. Her head was pounding, her face still looked somewhat green, and it seemed like her legs hadn’t adjusted to the still ground, but it didn’t feel like she was still on the ship with the waves rocking her back and forth, instead she almost felt weak. Weak as if she were a hunted animal, also known as prey. This thought brought questions to her mind and for now she only set theories that she had developed.
The water fountain behind her sprayed water, each time it sprouted out and sprinkled down to the surface water, it made a soothing sound. The sounds flowed together with the birds high in the trees, and concentrating all of her focus on that, well…it soothed her.

”Looks like your pretty excited about this, huh, Seph?”

Sadly, Seraphine’s quietness and focus was disturbed with her cousins’ words. This caused her eyes and head to take action and turn to look at her cousin’s face. Sometimes, Zephyr’s beauty was too much for even Sera to not stop staring. The way her pearl white hair fell was perfect, nothing ever stuck out, and her eyes were just astonishing. Everywhere she looked, they actually looked like a dragon’s eyes, very unlike Seraphine’s where her hair is a light white/lavender shade and her eyes were mauve. Yeah sure, they were pretty, but they weren’t as eye-catching as Zephyr’s. Plus! Her breasts were huge! Something that Seraphine envied since hers are small, but at least she had more agility from having small human breasts. When ever the two are in their original forms, aka drakon forms, breasts didn’t matter, so she didn’t worry. But in human form, something about them made the body feel pleasure and/or better looking; something about confidence, as most humans say.

The lavender haired female looked away from her cousin and looked forward, toward to where the school gate was and people were coming through. Now the amount of people coming through was less than in the beginning. It seemed that most people who flooded in were already headed to their own places, or to find friends, or something. Almost everyone seemed happy and friendly, almost too friendly, which gave her the chills. Hopefully this wouldn’t be like one of those books where the people around her turn out to be robots and then kill you, or something. If that would happen, she’d probably just fly away, but still. Thinking about it scared her.

Soon enough, as people had ceased to come through the gates anymore, the gates closed and the adults and/or teachers started to usher every soon-to-be student, or students already, Sera didn’t even know what to call her own self yet. One teacher came to the students around the fountain and told everyone to head to the auditorium. With that in thought, Seraphine stretched her legs and then got up. The box was now sitting where her butt had been less than a minute ago. She looked to her cousin and smiled,

”I believe we should head there as well. Don’t want to get yelled at on the first day, don’t you, Zera?”

The cousin held out her hand, and grabbed the other hand that reached up for help. Their skin was both equally as pale, but their textures were different. Also, Sera was wearing gloves over her hands, they were just fingerless gloves though. She didn’t like her palms being exposed, especially since a human body cuts too easily. Luckily, since she was still a dragon her skin was tougher than most, but it did still tear and bleed easily, unlike her favorite scaly skin.

The two soon began to walk to the auditorium, there boxes and bags with them at the moment, honestly, Seraphine had left the box in a trash can, and only took out everything else that was in there. The bracelet was on her, the clothes, and whatever else was in the bag, were stuffed into an empty bag. The two walked arm in arm, exactly like sisters and best friends would, and finally entered the auditorium. Teachers were quickly guiding students where they were to go, Zephyr and Seraphine were sent to a specific zone, and silently they listened and headed to the area, since the two were first to get to that specific area, they got chairs closes to the isle, that way they would be able to leave their bags next to them and in front of their legs as they sat.

Darkness fell upon the room, and with that silence. After about a few seconds of silence, a laugh broke it. It pierced the room with an alien-like feeling. The sound sent chills up and down her back, but soon settled as her human hairs settled down. Her eyes had had already adjusted to the darkness, and there she saw a man standing on stage. A small argument filled on stage, two masculine voices range, and everyone around still kept silent, not wanting to disturb the argument and possibly make it worse. A single light went on, and directed on a male on the stage, he seemed to be an imbecile, just like the man before had stated, but something about him was pleasing to the eye. Soon enough, his words echoed into the auditorium, and everyone instantly became mesmerized.

Hello, students. I’m Luron, but you’ll most likely be addressing me as headmaster
from now on. Uh–“

He looked away, and then once more back at the students who had begun to whisper and mumble to each other.

”You’re all probably wondering why you’re here, right? And why – from your own accusations – I’m a compulsive liar, right?”

Seraphine looked at him with confusion in her eyes, a liar, just what was he talking about? Her thoughts were disturbed once more as he began to speak again.

”Well, no. I’m not. Really.”

That’s when all her questions and thoughts clicked together. This school wasn’t just for drakons. There was no way that every drakon had powers like these people around her had, nor would they dress the way some of these people did, no matter what culture they had come from. Everyone would have had some kind of tattoo or imprint on them that would show that they were a dragon, something that only drakon’s knew and had. No one else knew what the tattoos were for, that way they won’t be hunted while in their human forms. Seraphine’s confusion turned into anger, and that anger was shown in her eyes, but she did nothing. Instead she stayed calm and collected, though she felt like spurting fire everywhere. How could this have happened?! The letter was written as if there were races; just like her own. This man, the man that stood on the stage at this moment, was one cunning b*****d.

” You see everyone here, well, yeah – this is your new family. You
guys are the ones assuming things about same race and all that, that’s not my fault, you know. Your parents should have raised you better!”

Arrogance. Arrogance filled his voice, and that pissed her off more. But soon, she began to be inspired by this trickster. He had his way with the mouth, words, and people who heard him. Something that she only wished to be able to do, all she can do is be a bit*h to those around her, and then they allow her to take authority.

”But I do suppose the ignorant can only spread ignorance.”

Chaos had spread through the crowd; everyone was screaming and shouting their complaints. It’s true that they were all tricked, but this was only entirely their fault, this Seraphine had accepted as pure fact. Thinking that that was the end, Seraphine collected all of her stuff, but paused as the headmaster continued to speak.

”Ah–! About your wrist bands, I’m sure you are all well-aware about them being for student identification, correct? Well, there’s a little bit more to them than you think~ You see, not only do they keep track of your whereabouts, as well as store information about who you are and just exactly what you are, but… Well, they also manage and reduce how much magical energy you naturally have. That way, you’re unable to use any to harm one another – That, and to be on equal terms with the humans as we start the school year. I mean - Just look at them! They’re so weak and powerless, and what’s even worse is that there isn’t anything they can do about it. Isn’t that a little too depressing…? What I’m trying to say is that I see more than enough potential for each and every one of you in the future – in a world where everyone can live together regardless of where or what they’re born as. Doesn’t that sound like a dream? Well, that dream starts here.”

A laugh escaped her lips, someone else had her way of thinking, and this someone else was the headmaster himself, just how hilarious! He also thought humans were weak, desperate, and useless. But what was his reason for them to come to this school? It’s not like it’ll help any, sure a few people will accept them, Seraphine might even accept them, but that doesn’t mean she’ll like them. They were stupid creatures, their knowledge and brain capacity was small compared to hers, and she only liked those with bigger knowledge. The other races, she wouldn’t have a big problem with them, but Seraphine would probably hate some of them. It all depends on their personality, and the way they act. That’s when Seraphine decided that she would think that all the people at this school were drakons.

The only thing that really got Seraphine, that she did not like, was that they couldn’t use their powers. That also meant that she wouldn’t be able to turn into her original form, be able to fly, control fire and poison, or use her other natural abilities. The only things that she would be able to use are her heightened senses, for this school year Seraphine would have to act like a human. A human with extra abilities, such as super strength, hearing, smelling, technically all the senses but heightened, and her skin would be stronger and thicker than most. Just what in damn nation was this?! The female let out a sight and looked at her cousin, rubbing her forehead as she did so.

”I’m getting a headache, I do believe I’ll head to my dorm room now, unpack, and then sleep.”

Zephyr nodded worriedly, and showed sympathetic eyes towards her favored cousin. Seraphine just smiled at cousin, grabbed her own belongings, and headed out of the auditorium. It seemed that she was the first to act out, as before she left she heard the headmaster’s last words,

”Welcome to Lestava Academy.”

Before exiting through the doors, Seraphine let out a chuckle, this year would be an interesting year indeed. Who would have thought that things would have ended like this, but how would the rest of the year be like if this was only the first day?! A sigh escaped her lips as she exited the doors. Being the first one out, she accepted the warmth of the sun shining down on her through the cracks of the clouds. The wind blew her hair, and goose bumps ran up from her toes to her hair. Being a drakon, she only liked warm weather, any weather that begins to become colder she hated. It was too cold for her sensitivity, yeah sure, she could live through it, but Seraphine only hated the cold. It wasn’t the end of the world if she were to be stuck in a rainstorm or in a blizzard. Well…blizzard maybe it would be the end of the world.

Before long, the female approached the dormitories and walked right into the building. Upon her entrance she sensed that there was no one around. They were probably all still at the auditorium, or just getting out. Seraphine let out a sigh, and then walked around the dorms, wondering where her room was. As far as she knew, she was on the girl’s side of the dormitory, so that was a good start. Now all she had to do was to look for the dorm room number 201. Finally, the young drakon had found her destination and grabbed the door knob, it turned easily as if it were welcoming her proudly and happily to see what is in it. As soon as Seraphine walked in, her body got rid of the dreaded tiredness and woke up to allow joy enter her. This room was just beautiful, all her life she had lived in a cave, but this room had windows and furniture. Well…she was civilized in the mountains; she had furniture, kitchen supplies, etc. But, being inside an actual room instead of being surrounded by rock made her happy for some odd reason.

As Serphine entered the room, closed the door, and locked it. Now, don’t misinterpret that; yes she locked the door, but it was out of habit, a habit she received just a couple weeks ago when her parents started to train her to use human bathrooms, where she had to close and lock the bathrooms door. No, she didn’t do her private things in the forest and like an uncivilized beast, instead she had grown up used to being able to take a piss and crap comfortably with the doors open since her family was barely ever home. Seraphine walked to the center of the room and smiled to herself; this would be her new territory. Her new home to call her own, but sadly she’d have to share it with someone else. Hopefully it wouldn’t be some human, oh god, if she was roommates with a human she’d probably die from their curiosity and stupidity.

The drakon looked around the room; of course since her roommate was still not here, in her territory, she would be able to choose the bed first. Instantly, she chose the one farthest from the window since the weather would be cold during the winter time, and human made windows were so thin that they let cold air seep through. Seraphine walked over to her new claimed bed, and dropped her things on the bed; she took out her ipod and began to unpack her belongings. The female stuck the ear buds into her ears, and turned the music on loud and walked around the room claiming things her territory as she placed her things on certain objects and furniture. Of course, the next thing after unpacking, she grabbed all the heaters that she brought, and the ones that were in the closet of the dorm room, and placed them all near her bed. Hopefully it’ll be a hot night, it felt good to be all hot, and since she didn’t sweat easily, the heat didn’t bother her. Of course, being a drakon was also a plus to that factor. By the time she was done, and the current song went silent and prepared to transition to the next song, she heard a pounding. Taking out one ear bud, she heard that the pounding was not from her songs, but from the door.

”Oh! Crap! Did I lock it or something?!”

Seraphine thought as she rushed to the door and opened it, of course being the outside b***h that she was to strangers; the first words to speak are probably the worst words to say. But hey, this female just couldn’t stop herself; it was an impulse to say whatever came to mind, and without thinking about it. When she opened the door, she examined the person before her. The other female’s skin was darker, something she had never seen before, especially since she had been isolated in the mountains for so long. But her hair was cutely cut, something Sera would never be able to pull off, but she liked it. Overall, this female had very beautiful standards, but being a girl and judgmental, she agreed that Seraphine, herself, looked better. But of course, who wouldn’t say that they looked better than the other person?

”You know, it’s not very lady-like to pound on the door like that.”

Ahh….there it was. The first words of greeting, just how wonderful, right?! Seraphine opened the door wider and walked in, as she walked slowly deeper in the room, she heard the comment that her possible new roommate had said.

”Maybe you should start listening a little better.”

Oh, this girl was good. Her remarks were excellent, but no way in hell would she dominate Seraphine in anything. Seraphine grinned and turned around once she was at a good place in the dorm room.

”Welcome to my new territory. I’ve already claimed it all as mine, as you can see with my belongings. But I do believe I am supposed to give you something. So here, I give you permission to live on that bed, you even got the window. Also, I’m splitting the room, so you must only be on that side, unless you want to use the bathroom, then I give you permission to cross it. Or if I beckon you over.”

As Seraphine stated everything, she didn’t even look once at the girl, instead she pointed to the other bed and the other half of her territory. She didn’t want to come off as rude, but this was her face to strangers. Seraphine was bitchy to those she did not know well enough. It’s not her fault; it was just the way she grew up. The dark skinned female said made Seraphine laugh silently to herself.

”Oh thank you for being so gracious.”

The drakon kept silent, not wanting to respond with a ‘you’re welcome’ or what not. Instead, Seraphine heard the girl behind her shuffle to the bed, and with that Seraphine walked over to her bed and sat on it; gently turning on all the heaters to keep warm.

”By the way, my name is Seraphine Argyris, you may only call me Seraphine, or Ms. Argyris. I hope we won’t have any problems. Now, I’ll be taking a nap, so please do not wake me up, for I get rather cranky and you do not want to see me cranky. Good night…err….good afternoon.”

And with that, Seraphine laid down on her bed, heard her roommate speak a sentence or two, or possibly more. She knew not for she didn’t pay attention, all she knew was that this girls name was Zola and other than that she didn’t hear anything else for she fell into her nap right away. The bracelet had taken away much of her energy, especially since she mainly lived off of the energy of the air around her, now it was silent and she couldn’t hear it’s words or it’s effort of lifting her up. This was a tragedy, so as she slept, Seraphine dreamed of flying again, up in the skies with the air spirits right beside her happily, and the warmth of the sun upon her wings and body, warming and soothing her gladly. Oh, what a wonderful dream.

[Nawa-chan]

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" So the Headmaster's crazy, eh .. ? Just great. We're gonna die. "

Ryou sighed as he sat on the grass under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, his bags in a small pile next to him. It took him a while to get out of the auditorium since he was still feeling some of the effects of the bracelet that his aunt had graciously put on for him. He frowned as he looked down to his wrist, eyes narrowing as he eyed the golden accessory shining brightly against his skin from as it reflected the sun. He grunted and fell over onto his side, shifting some so he could look up at the sky through the leaves with a somewhat tired expression on his face. He sighed again.

" At least the clouds look nice today .. "

After laying there for at least ten minutes, Ryou sat up again and looked to the bracelet once again and briefly recalled what was inside the box his aunt had left with him before the welcoming ceremony. From what Natsume had briefly told him before shooing him off to the direction of the auditorium was that everything he would need was packed neatly inside. He grumbled softly. “ More uniforms … how lame. “ he huffed softly, reaching over to his backpack and pulling out two small pamphlet – looking papers. Putting one back inside, he opened the other one labeled School Map and his eyes widened in surprise. This school was definitely bigger than what he originally assumed. Scratching his head, he vaguely wondered how long it would take him to remember all the locations on campus before deciding that he’d deal with that when he really needed to.

Studying the map for a moment, Ryou tried to plot the most convenient course to the dorms so that he could quickly drop his things off in his room before poking around on the campus some more. Grabbing his backpack, he unzipped the smallest pocket and rummaged around before pulling out a pencil. “ Okay .. Okay, so I’m like right here .. ? “ he circled a spot on the map on the area labeled Courtyard. “ Aaaannd .. “ he tapped the eraser against his lower lip before drawing a line from the circle that followed a path between buildings and other landmarks before drawing another circle around a building labeled Dormitory. Laughing a bit in excitement, he quickly packed away his pencil before shouldering on his backpack and duffle bag, taking a moment to properly adjust them before he walked off, keeping the map out so he could use it for reference.

“ Yosh! Off to the dorms! “

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“ .. Where in the name of Okami Inari am I? “

Ryou sighed, sitting heavily on a bench before dropping his things at his feet. He looked at the map again for the seventh time in twenty minutes and narrowed at his eyes at the paper. According to the map, the dorm building should have been right in front of him .. but ..

He scratched the back of his head. “ This mini courtyard area is nice, but .. it’s not the dorms. “ he muttered as he hung his head. He’d been wandering around for fifteen minutes already, and he had made little to no progress on making it to the dorms. What the hell was up with that? What’s the point in giving students a map if it wasn't even accurate? That’d only succeed in wasting everyone’s time and energy. ‘ As well as irritating people, too. ‘ he thought as he sat back and stared up at the sky. ‘ .. At least the clouds look nice .. ‘ After a moment, he sat up and folded the map together and stuffed it in his pocket as he stood, picked up his bags and exited the small, closed – off courtyard that he had stumbled upon.

The only plus side to getting as lost as he did, Ryou mused, was discovering a little vending machine that was around the corner some ways away from where he took a brief break. Curious about its selection of beverages, he went over to it, glancing at each drink as he thought about which one to get. “ Uwooo, there’s so many .. I really want these three .. “ he said, eyeing a small bottle of milk, tea, and juice. Pulling out his wallet, he inserted the money into the machine and then looked at his choices uneasily. “ Okay, okay .. here it goes! “ he said while closing his eyes, three fingers pressing the three buttons simultaneously. The vending machine whirred softly for a moment.

Kathunk!

Slowly opening his eyes, Ryou hesitated before reaching in and grabbing his drink, grinning some as he shook up the milk before opening it and taking a drink. Adjusting his hold on his possessions, he continued to walk, eyes widening in surprise as he wound back up at the auditorium where the ceremony was held. He cursed softly under his breath in Japanese. “ This school is so lame. “

“ Ryou – chan .. ? What are you doing with all of your things? I saw you leave some time ago. “

Noticing the familiar voice, Ryou turned quickly to face Natsume, a near – pout on his face and an irritated whine evident in his voice. “ That’s just the thing! I left to go to the dorm, but this stupid map – “ he pulled the folded paper out of his pocket and waved it in her face, “ – isn’t even accurate! “ Natsume’s brow furrowed and she took the map from him and opened it up. “ What are you talking about? Each box has an accurate .. “ she trailed off as she eyed the paper, head tilting some in confusion. “ .. I don’t know what this is, but it’s definitely not the right map. Here, you can take mine. I’ll show this one to Luron after I finish up here. “ she said, handing him her copy of the map. Frowning softly, he took it and opened it up, just wanting to get to the dorm so he can drop off his things, and maybe even take a small nap. That sounded really nice right now. “ Oh. So then .. the dorm is actually not that far from here .. “ he sighed and then hung his head. All that time he spent earlier .. at least it wasn't that much of a waste.

Natsume giggled softly and then put a hand on his head. “ Well, at least you got to see some of the campus before tomorrow? So it wasn't all that bad. ~ “ she said with a smile, giggling again as her nephew glowered at her. “ Anyways, I have things to do, so hurry up and get to the dorm so you can take it easy, okay? Ganbatte, Ryou – chan. ~ “ she said, waving as she stepped away from him. Groaning, he turned and started walking to the dorms, which was thankfully not that long of a walk away. ‘ So tired. .. I wonder who I’m rooming with? .. Hopefully I get there first for first bed choice. That’d be so great! ‘

Finally arriving to the correct building, Ryou took a moment to open his milk bottle and take a drink, relishing in how refreshing it was. It was so good! Humming in delight, he continued to head inside, feeling a little more energetic after taking a drink of his milk. He’d definitely have to buy some more of it later because, it might’ve just been the brand, but that milk tasted delicious. .. Maybe he’d go to another vending machine and buy another bottle after his nap. Maybe he’d even explore the campus a little more, so he wouldn't be so hopelessly lost tomorrow when classes start. Yeah, that sounded like a great idea. As he entered, he took another drink, failing to see the two boys crouching down some feet ahead of him. He also failed to see the surfboard that was lying on the ground, and wasn't aware of its presence until after his foot came into contact with it.

“ Shimatta! “

And then he went flying, his opened bottle of milk flying out of his hand and up into the air as his body lurched forward at the sudden loss of balance and proceeded to crash into the two students before him, sending all three of them to the floor in a painful heap. Ryou tried to break his fall, but after crashing into the others, all it did was aid him in hurting his wrist and arm as he fell awkwardly on top of them. He hissed in pain, barely noticing that his milk had spilled over all three of them and their things as he tried to push himself up and off of the other two, cursing softly. “ Kusoooo .. it hurts, it hurts! Who just leaves stuff lying around like that?! Owhhh .. “

[fynnchbird]

ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ ➛ Docks // Auditorium // Dorm Room ＣＯＭＰＡＮＹ ➛ Tau [ her familar ] // Sera ＭＯＯＤ ➛ Annoyed // Angry // Happy to see an Old Friend

The sound of the crowds began to steadily rise as more and more students got off the boats and on to the docks, and with the growing crowds more and more varying energies began to arise. With the rising sounds and energies Zola's patience began to shorten. Loud was just something she didn't like; from voices to music, loud noises were just something Zo hated. Shaking her head Zola continued on, now pushing her way through the crowds of people to make her way to the school gates. As she made her way to the school gates, the feeling of “not rightness” got stronger and stronger. These witches and wizards looked so...odd, even as witches go. It was a plethora of crazy eye colors, hair colors and tattoo's all mixed in with people who look extraordinary normal. Though Zola couldn't pass judgment on other who look out of the ordinary with her silver streaked hair and white eye, something she had her father to thank for. But as she gazed upon all of the peculiar faces around she couldn't help but think about the Wheel of Fortune she drew back on the boat 'well this will definitely be interesting'.

As she made her way to the gate Zo couldn't help but see the train wreck that was started by a small brown haired girl kicking a boy in the face and ended as she ran away from the scene. “Very interesting” she said to herself as she made her way to him. Zola couldn't help but notice the gas mask that the boy was wearing, choosing not to comment on his apparel she helped him up. “Um, you might want to make sure to put some ice on that. Oh and next time it might benefit you a little to be more observant.” With that she nodded and continued on.

Finally, Zola stood at the gate of Lestava, bags at hand as she waited in line. While figgiting both out of nervousness and impatience, Zo noticed the bands on all of the students wrists. Thinking back she remembered something about the bands being some type of student I.D and that it was mandatory to wear them. Taking off her bag Zola shuffled around in it until she found a small black box with the school logo on it, it didn't look like anything special but she still put it on. As it laid on her wrist a weird feeling spread through her body and the feeling of the energies started to melt away. Though she was relieved at the release of all of the energies, Zo couldn't help but be worried at their sudden disappearance. Taking out a pendant of her favorite crystals (amethyst, black tourmaline, and sunstone) she worried over them as she shuffled with the rest of the students into the school grounds.

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Welcome to Lestava indeed! Zola balled her fist around the pendant, trying to let the positive crystals work their magic the ever heightening annoyance. There were so many questions that swirled around in her head and so much anger, but many of them she could answer herself. Why would he not tell anyone about the mixing? 'Because nobody would let their kid come to the school', Why no magic? 'Because of the idiots who utterly hate humans.' Why even try to mix the races? That question could be answered just by looking around. Vampires, shape-shifters, witches and demons all of these races that have almost unlimited use of magic or some type of “unnatural” abilities. There anger was palpable even without being able to read energies, and at lest without their powers it wasn't as much of a powder keg as it could be. And then there were the human, looking over to them, they looked so scared and lost. A pang of guilt and sadness tugged at her heart as watched these weak creatures. Though, she didn't feel all to bad for them, they also started some of the worst wars, both amongst themselves and with all of the races. Taking in a deep breath Zola eased her grip on the pendant and concentrated at the tasks at hand. Shouldering her bag and taking hold of her luggage, Zo made her way to dorm room.

It didn't take long for her to find the dorm building, Zo had to wonder how much it had to cost for someone to make such a grand place just for learning, she would have to say a lot! As she saw another crowd beginning to grow in front of the building she looked top the sky 'Where could that bird brain be...' the thought of being around all of these unfamiliar faces, made her think of the bird that had been her companion for a good part of her life, with a gulp Zo picked up all of her things and let the crowd engulf her as she went to look for her new home away from home .Zola looked from the piece of paper in her hand and back up at the door she was standing in front of. 'Well this is it' she thought as she knocked lightly on the door and waited for her new roommate to open the door. There was no answer. Again she knocked, a little harder this time to make sure the girl had heard her. Still no answer. Zola glared at the door in front of her, she knew that there was someone on the other end of the door, otherwise why else would the door be locked. Nostrils flaring Zo banged on the door as hard as she could, around her she heard door creak open as others checked to see what was going on. Zola couldn't help but blush red, she didn't want any of this attention, she just wanted to get in her room and recuperate from the day. Finally she could hear shuffling from the other end of the door and with a click the door opened. On the other side of the door another girl stood, she was rather pale with long grayish hair and interestingly purple eyes. She seemed nice enough, until she opened her mouth.

“You know, it’s not very lady-like to pound on the door like that.”

Zola felt a muscle tense in her jaw and her hands ball into a fist. There were a lot of feeling flooding through her body all of them dark and raging. But closing her eyes for a second and taking in a deep breath and looked at the girl who would be her roommate

“Well, maybe you should start listening a little better”

And with that walked through the door and into her room. As soon as she entered the room she felt a horrible heat and sweat droplets instantly beading on to her forehead. Zola only half listened to the girl as she spoke, which was probably a good thing after she heard key phrases like “My territory” and “I give you permission to live on that bed”.

“Oh thank you for being so gracious” Zo said sarcasm practically dripping from the words. Turning over to her bed, she knew she was going to need commandeer a few fans and air conditioners if the princess was going to keep the heaters on like that. Making sure to open the window and light a candle so that Tau could find her before she sat on her bed, Zola started to unpack one of her bags. As she finished unzipping it, she was please to see the pile of bones in front of her. As she got started assembling the the rib cage of a cat, she heard a fluttering come through the window.

“About time you got here” Zo said in a stage whisper at the black and white bird that perched on the foot of her bed. Though she wouldn't admit it her hear ached happily to see him.

“Sorry, I didn't expect it to be so. Well huge!” the bird said as he stepped from side to side on the end of the bed. “It, looks like a lot of people aren't to pleased to be here after the orientation. Spill everything that happened!” As she picked up another piece of rib Zola began to tell Tau everything that happened on her first day of school.

Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven’t seen the best of us yet
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OOC // hope you guys like it. and hope that it is understandable.

[Tsunpai]

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tab Celestia felt her heart drop the moment she heard the bona fide truth from the Headmaster himself. Sure, it did result in her feeling a little offended due to his sudden outburst about humans, but half of her kind suddenly flinching – herself included – once he pointed at them only proved his beliefs highly accurate. Humans were weak and powerless, especially against a race that wasn’t their own, that much was true, but they continue to try. Wasn’t that what always made humans courageous? Or was that ideal only something that humanity believed in as some façade for hope? Aspiration and desire for happier days became Celestia’s motivation to live on, and this entire time, she believed that that was a common thing for everyone –not just for humans, but non-humans as well. Didn’t they have life-long dreams? Luron made her think so otherwise. If Celestia were to confess her determination for wanting to live up to her goals, would a non-human agree with her or laugh at her? Most likely the latter.

At least, she believed so.

Before the ceremony had reached it closure, Luron began to explain in detail about the purpose of the thin, golden bracelet that danged upon every student’s wrist. To a mere human like Celestia, it was just as they originally described once she arrived at Lestava: an identification wrist band. However, to the rest of the student body – those that weren’t the least bit human – it was basically a shackled that contained their ability of magical energy. Sure, Celestia felt less endangered due to Luron’s actions in doing so, but the non-humans were far from pleased with his idea. Celestia could feel the atmosphere in the room darken as angry words were thrown at him by the others once he was making his exit. Of course, all he did was shrug it off and kept walking. The seventeen-year-old was somewhat admirable of his courageousness, but lacked any respect for him just like majority of the others did at the moment. Well, at least that was one thing they all had in common.

When she stepped out of the ceremonial hall and gazed at, Celestia felt too unsure about what to do now. She was already well-aware by now that it was far too late to turn and run towards the docks in hopes that a ship may still be docked there and would be more than willing to bring her back home. Even if they did, she was certain that Luron himself would suddenly appear and stop. He was someone that she did not want to come face-to-face any time soon, let alone at all. He wasn’t just the Headmaster of Lestava Academy, but the King of the entire archipelago. He had the power to do whatever he wanted; create whatever he wanted and even obliterate whatever – or whoever – he wanted out of his sight to dust particles. The last thing she wanted right now was to get on his bad side – if he even had one – and become a victim of his rage. Death was never a friend of humanity.

Within minutes, Celestia decided that her best option for now would be to go with whatever plan the headmaster had in mind for the students and the school year. There was no specific place she had to be with classes being off for the students to get familiar with the campus, so she decided the first place she should get comfortable with is the place where she’d be sleeping – the student dormitory.

The walk wasn’t long or unpleasant. As a matter of fact, she actually enjoyed the view of the scenery she noticed while walking there. Even though this land was put together by a male – and a non-human one at that – you would think that the flowers were arranged by an older woman with a passion for gardening. The more she looked at it, the bigger an unsettling feeling in her stomach grew. It was nostalgia. Being raised on a farm influenced Celestia’s interact in nature, although she barely spent time on the plantation itself, the hard work that her parents had put into it showed immensely. A garden wasn’t a necessity for farms, nor was it something that benefited the humans that their crops were delivered to, but just because her mother adored it so much, Celestia’s father put just as much effort that he put in farming into his masterpiece – a beautiful garden of her favorite flowers for his wife.

“I wonder if…” Celestia’s voice trailed off as she continued thinking. Was it possible that Luron had made these flowers himself for someone who was dear to him? The thought lingered in her mind, but it was close to impossible for Celestia to actually believe that that man – Luron – was capable of falling in love or even feel such a sentiment. Even if it was true, where was his lover now? She was nowhere in sight during the welcoming ceremony. Surely he would have introduced her, but he didn’t because there was no one. He was a non-human and they were far from being able to love someone with their entire heart, which was something they highly lacked in according to the tales that Celestia has heard of a child. The memory of demons that had tormented her family’s farm and chased them out of their home only proved her beliefs accurate. Non-humans weren’t beings that were made to love and dream like humans were. They just weren’t. It was impossible – almost like a fairy tale, even.

Upon entering the dormitory, Celestia was greeted by a mixture of loud noise. There was a crash followed by random shouting in languages she couldn’t even understand and then mumbles of words she could barely make out. When her eyes spotted the source of the commotion, she noticed three boys piled on top of each other along with a surfboard and milk randomly spread across the floor.

“A-Are you all ok–“ As if on instinct, Celestia opened her mouth to ask if they were fine, but quickly shut it once she had made eye contact with one of the boys. He had a dim shade of blue hair as well as matching pair of navy eyes to suit his expression, which shot through Celestia like daggers. The look on his face caused Celestia to immediately regret even bothering to assist them and shrink back into her own focus. She was too frightened to even give them another glance and scurried up the stairs and into the right wing of the student dorm building. Without much trouble, she managed to find her room just fine and – to her relief – was the first of her roommates to show up.

Celestia plopped down on the bottom bunk of one of the beds and took in a deep breath of air, slowly letting it out as her eyes opened to analyze her new surroundings. The room wasn’t as extravagant as she imagined like the rest of the campus was, but it was much better than she had originally anticipated. The room wasn’t as small and cluttered like she imagined, but the bunk beds did make it seem a bit more stuffy. The floors were changed to carpet and there was even a desk to probably assist with late night studying or homework. For a group of people who probably never attended a regular institution for education, the headmaster and faculty sure did know what was needed to run an academy. However, if there was one thing she wished they did include was the name of the students who’d be rooming with each other. Celestia was highly positive that it wasn’t safe for someone like her to remain in such a place like Lestava, but if she had no choice, she would have at least liked to have known who’d be her room mates. After all, if they were to be against humans, then would Celestia have a place to stay at all?

The thought bothered Celestia, beginning to make her paranoid for whoever her roommates could be. She dropped her only bag onto the bed that she was just sitting on and then made her way out of the room, into the hall way and down the stairs. She gave one quick glance to the boys from before, only to reassure herself that they were probably fine by now, and then made her way over to a back door that led to a garden just for the dormitory. The young girl followed a small path that felt like it could lead on into a maze, but settled for the quickest bench she could find and rested there. Her eyes gazed across the plants and flowers that were rested in front of her, letting the memories of her farm flood her mind once again.

A small sigh escaped her lips before taking two of her fingers to lift up her scarf, covering her mouth. "I guess it's too late to wish myself the best, huh...?"




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[Renalune]

❀Location: Dormroom > Garden | ❀Company: Celestia | ❀Mood: Calmer, but not thrilled. | ❀Outfit: ♥ | ❀Voice:♥



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Claire's unpacking had been going quite slowly. The use of magic was so much more efficient, but seeing as how she had none at the moment, all she could do was bare the tedious task of sorting and putting away with her own physical efforts. She suddenly didn't envy people without magic one bit. How did they do so much on their own? Perhaps that was her slightly spoiled thoughts seeping through as she silently mourned the loss of her power. This wasn't even that bad of a physical task, but until she was able to cope, anything would feel like a bit of a chore. She was going to have to learn to do certain things on her own now. That's right! As horrible as the situation was, maybe it could provide her with the experiences she desired to have. Now if only humans weren't such an object of fear...

While putting some of her books on the shelves, that the school already provided, she peered out the window briefly, only to double take when she noticed a particular area outside with an array of flowers and other plants. Setting the books in her arms down on her bed, she then walked closer to take a better look at the outside. Seeing the sight in full brought a look of curiosity to her facial features; her feeling of dread and homesickness temporarily subsiding. It was a garden, and quite a lovely one from her window's view. Believe it or not, this sort of cheered her up a little. She knew she would miss the garden back home, but perhaps this one had an atmosphere, which was just as good.

Looking back at all of the clothing and various other items she had yet to unpack, she thought for a moment, “Well...- I do suppose I could finish up later. I'm already quite tired from the last series of events...” she thought aloud. Today's events really had been a lot to take in. The entrance ceremony had put a bit of fear in her, which resulted in a slight loss of stability and confidence she normally had. It was the mere idea of humans. Horror stories filled her head from her childhood; the burning of hundreds of cats that people thought to be evil or witches in disguise (also know as “Cat Wednesday” which started in France), the burning of generally anyone who befriended cats (especially black cats) and many more. That was all a very long time ago to be honest. But in her family's history, quite a few Truelocks had been burned with little mercy. It was a scarey thought. She even felt sorry for witches in human fairy tales, when they were made out to be the villains. Witches weren't all villains! Even with the ones that were corrupted, the clash between humans and non-humans always tied into their reasoning somewhere. Then again, pretty much any race had their own reasons for disliking one another. It was the way the world worked. But, for now, she had to put these thoughts out of her head if she ever hoped to get through the rest of the day.

Finalizing on her decision to take a break, she thought exploring the garden outside might be an interesting endeavor. Perhaps she could find a really nice reading spot out there. She truly did like reading outside during the spring and early autumn, before it got too chilly outside. Just as long as it was nice and quiet, then that would be splendid. With the resolve made to visit the garden, Claire dug out the book she had been reading much earlier on the ferry. She never did finish it and it would save her a trip by bringing it if she really did find a nice spot outside. She had to distract her frantic thoughts and bring herself back down to more logical thinking. Nothing good ever came from acting out of fear or jumping before thinking things through.

Before walking out of her room, she first opened the door and stuck her head out, peaking in both directions to assure herself that no one was there. Honestly, with the bracelets there shouldn't have been anything to be afraid of, but she didn't feel like running into anyone just yet. There was another girl in the hallway, knocking on one of the doors. Perhaps someone signaling to their roommate that they wished to enter. Claire decided to wait until the other girl entered her own room before even taking one step out the door.

Once the other girl was out of sight, Claire slipped out of her room and shut the door with a quiet 'click' before she traveled down the hallway. Making it to the stairs, she paused for a moment to see a group of three males that appeared to have fallen over. It seems as if someone had spilled something everywhere, as they looked a horrible mess. She would have said something, if it wasn't for the sudden outburst of the male that appeared to be the rather intrigued person from the docks. Apparently something hurt, but he seemed fine when he started questioning someone carelessly leaving their stuff in the way. One of the other males didn't look particularly too friendly either, so that sealed it- she was just going to pass through and head outside.

Strolling pass the odd scene, she made an attempt to locate the back door. Her bedroom window faced the back of the building, so it made sense that the garden would be outside of a back door. It didn't take long for her to find it, much to her own relief. It appeared to be cracked open though. Whoever last entered, or exited, must have neglected to shut it properly. No harm done though, as this was a place to be entered freely. Exiting the building, she found a small path that had been pleasantly decorated on it's borders with flower bushes and other plants. She followed the path and soon found herself inside of the actual garden itself. It wasn't quite like the garden back home, but this was lovely. She would miss the blue roses her father produced with a bit of magic, but any rose could bring a smile to her face really.

She clutched her book gently as she took one more look around; however, she stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted a familiar face sitting over on a bench. It was the girl from earlier, the one that had tripped. She didn't look anymore thrilled than Claire was on the inside. Perhaps Claire could try talking to her now. She couldn't possibly one one of those humans right? The witch couldn't possibly be that unlucky. Reassuring herself that the girl just couldn't be those frightening, yet “weak” creatures Headmaster Luron spoke of, she decided to try getting a bit closer. But before she took a step, she heard the girl mutter her words:

"I guess it's too late to wish myself the best, huh...?"

Claire frowned, “It's quite unfortunate to look so sad, in a place so lovely...” she spoke softly. She wasn't exactly experienced with cheering people up, but she hoped the girl would perk up a little too. Honestly, perhaps they both needed that. Claire had been tricked just like her as well. After making her presence known, she walked over and took a seat on the other side of the bench, making a note to give the other girl her space. There was a brief silence before Claire figured it would only be polite to carry on the conversation she started, “I guess I should listen to my own words too. I'm not exactly thrilled with our situation either...” she added with an awkward smile as she gazed at the same flowers the girl seemed so fixated on before. Glancing over at the girl, she realized she had yet to even give her name. How could she possibly forget such a common courtesy, “Oh, I'm terribly sorry...- I must appear quite rude. My name is Claire Truelock. How do you do?” she greeted.

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♕OOC:MY BFF CEL! ;D

[Nellasaurus]

Zephyr sighed to herself. Leaning back letting the water hit against her from the fountain. It felt good almost refreshing after the horrid experience of that human boat. Maybe I'll take a shower later... She glanced to the side at her cousin. The girl was a few months older then her and she showed little to no resemblance to her in the slightest. Probably because their mothers where only half siblings and two totally different types of dragons. Though Zeph was always mistaken as the eldest probably because of her body type. She took after her mother, who was busty and curvy in all the right places, unlike her other sisters who took after her fathers side but even without a lot of curves her sisters were eye catching. So was Seph and her sisters too were very beautiful and gorgeous.

”Looks like your pretty excited about this, huh, Seph?”

Breaking the silence and Seraphines line of thought it seemed. The lavender hair drakon didn't answer but looked to the school entrance where they had moments ago walked through. Follow the girls gaze Zephyr noticed that less and less new students were coming in, as were less boats docking. Looks like almost all the students are here. They watched until no one came through the gate and no new boats docked. Watching the students she noticed that they were a little to calm and happy about their new situation. Some would be fine and happy and all that but not pretty much all of them more then half should be shy or nervous or something along those lines even if this was a school for only dragons. The gates closed and she could see the faculty ushering everyone inside of the auditorium. A teacher, with a name she didn't know yet, came to the fountain and started getting the other students around it to move toward the building. Zephyr and Seraphine included.

”I believe we should head there as well. Don’t want to get yelled at on the first day, don’t you, Zera?”
Seph said having gotten up without Zeph noticing. She reached out her hand, which Zephyr took and grabbed her other one helping her pull herself up.

They'd placed the contents of their boxes, other then the bracelets that they had around their wrists, into bags and thrown the boxes away. Walking arm in arm with Seraphine into the stuffy and noisy auditorium she felt slightly calmer then she'd be alone but that didn't stop the blinding head ache that soon followed entering. The two dragons where pointed to a specific section of the large building. They were the first two to get there and they sat down next to each other in chairs closest to the isles so they could leave faster when this was all over with.

The lights in the room blacked out leaving the student body in darkness. The students quieted down enough and then a laugh broke out, echoing off the walls making it seem more ominous then it already had been. Piering through the darkness she made out a man and the sounds of and arguments floating to her ears. A single light broke through the darkness and a idiotic man walked out onto the stage and began to speak. Everyone listened intently and quietly not wanting to miss a second.

"Hello, students. I’m Luron, but you’ll most likely be addressing me as headmaster
from now on. Uh–“

He looked back and students started to whisper

”You’re all probably wondering why you’re here, right? And why – from your own accusations – I’m a compulsive liar, right?“

Zephyr watched closely truely curious if she would get an answer to her suspicions

”Well, no. I’m not. Really.”

Zephyr knew that she wasn't being suspicious for nothing or just being over protective, and there was something up. A smile grew on her lips loving to see where this was going to head. She felt excited even though a few short minutes ago she was silently pissed and feeling sick, after so long Zephyr was excited for something. This couldn't end well.

” You see everyone here, well, yeah – this is your new family. You
guys are the ones assuming things about same race and all that, that’s not my fault, you know. Your parents should have raised you better!”

The arrogance of his voice almost set her off laughing. The humor was dancing off her eyes as she held back. She wondered if she was going to hold out until this was over.

”But I do suppose the ignorant can only spread ignorance.”


She couldn't believe how well she was tricked. Though she had some guesses to the real point of the academy she could hardly believe someone would be dumb or bold enough to do something like this. She couldn't tell if it was pure stupidity or shear act of brilliance.

”Ah–! About your wrist bands, I’m sure you are all well-aware about them being for student identification, correct? Well, there’s a little bit more to them than you think~ You see, not only do they keep track of your whereabouts, as well as store information about who you are and just exactly what you are, but… Well, they also manage and reduce how much magical energy you naturally have. That way, you’re unable to use any to harm one another – That, and to be on equal terms with the humans as we start the school year. I mean - Just look at them! They’re so weak and powerless, and what’s even worse is that there isn’t anything they can do about it. Isn’t that a little too depressing…? What I’m trying to say is that I see more than enough potential for each and every one of you in the future – in a world where everyone can live together regardless of where or what they’re born as. Doesn’t that sound like a dream? Well, that dream starts here.”


She looked to the side to see Seraphine laughing as much as she wanted to. She got it too, least Zeph knew she wasn't that crazed for laughing during something like this. She knew Sera schooled with humans for a while or so, having found them interesting while Zeph couldn't stand to look at them. Stupid, idiotic beings that they are she found it a miracle that they've survived so long. Looks like its her turn to try and school with the living meat sacks and she knew this year would not be fun. She looked at the bracelet that made her incapable to transform into her true form and made her almost the same as those meat sacks with only heightened senses to make it through the year. She was going to have it rough this year and not being able to transform will make it worse.

Seraphine sighed ”I’m getting a headache, I do believe I’ll head to my dorm room now, unpack, and then sleep.” Zephyr nodded, pushing back her earlier euphoria for a minute to worry about her cousin. She'd gotten up and walked out the door belongings in hand, one of the first ones out and the first show of defiance. Zephyr follow moments after and walked silently by herself hoping to get to her dorm room and have a few moments alone before she'd find out what being was her roommate.

”Welcome to Lestava Academy.”


The words ringing out just as the doors closed. The warmth of the sun enveloped her as she made her way to the dorms, finding it not to hard to reach. 203 was her own room that she'd be sharing. She walked up the stairs and turned right and reached the door. She walked in shut the door behind her and locking it. She dropped her belongings on one of the beds and opened the window that was between the two. She jumped onto the ledge and leaned against the side of the window letting her leg hang over the edge and her other bent up to her chest. And then she laughed, letting all of it out.

"Hahahahaha, this is great."

[YafullaWalrus]

An actor. That’s what she had seen in the headmaster as he greeted them, exposing his trickery, the coy wording he had picked out to make fools of those attending. But were they really the fools? As it had appeared to her, the headmaster was the one playing the fool; an actor. She had watched him with shadowed eyes as he began his intro, crying of laughter on stage before them. A madman. The ‘compulsive liar’ comment was rejected to her. no, he knew exactly what he was doing, it wasn’t a compulsion at all. She was sure, and she was right. The shot at parents caused her skin to crawl slightly, a shrink in her spine as she bowed her head. She shifted uncomfortably, eyes returning to the powerful figure on stage as he began speaking once again. It wasn’t long until her eyes returned down at the bracelet around her wrist. I suppose it’s no skin off my bones. She thought dismissively, before the race of humans was brought up, snapping her attention to the speaker once again. The stabs he took at her race, although true, were a bit harsh, especially with what he followed with. As much as his sight would be nice, such a thing seemed like something impossible for her, whom was so weak, to grasp.

She was swallowed by the crowd, getting pushed around due to her small stature, and run out of the auditorium with others in the group. She idly wondered what other races were attending the school, although it was practically impossible for her to guess now that their abilities were restricted. Asking would probably be suspicious, if not looked upon as, perhaps, an invasion of privacy for some people. Who knows how one would take it? The fact of the matter is, is that she’s one of the weakest student at the school, and for the other humans attending, she was sure they were not used to living among other races. At least she had those few years of experience already, although none were around her age or older when she was living with Elpis.

Breaking into the open air, she quickly squeezed herself off to the side to gain some space. Dropping her bags onto the ground, letting her basketball fall to her feet where she caught it between her ankles, the small teen settled her bottom onto one of her bags to catch her breath. It was overwhelming really, the much too grand scape of buildings. It still brought a shock out of her, how nice things could be. She still had plenty of memories about her life before living with Elpis that haunted her daily and her old school couldn’t even be seen as a ghost of what this school would be, run down, in fact, it was much, much worse. It made her believe herself to be too undeserving of her attendance here. Why her out of every other girl in her town, in the country? Rather, out of many in the world it seemed as though this headmaster had the pick out of anyone and yet she had the letter addressed to herself. Perhaps she’s being ridiculous with herself, there must be some quality that got her there…right?

Rolling her basketball idly, she scanned other students who swept past her, ignorant to her presence. They all seemed to have some idea of where they wanted to go, most to their dorms it seemed, but Ten really didn’t feel the need to rush to her new living quarters. Perhaps she was nervous, actually she was really nervous, but putting off meeting her roommate was something she felt the need to do, even if it meant carrying her luggage around. I wish I could shoot some hoops. She thought glumly, giving her ball a spin with her hand, keeping it in one spot with one finger. She wasn’t in any state of denial, actually it wasn’t very surprising to her that this school didn’t hold just humans, in fact, it was probably more surprising that it did.

Pulling herself up, she gave in to the common quota and gathered her bags onto her shoulders once again, picking up her basket ball last. The weight was heavy on her shoulders but she carried it like they held nothing, lithe muscles taking the strain. She would most likely disappear in the crowd, she was sure, if it wasn’t for her striking appearance, although that goes without saying that it would still be stupidly easy for her to get lost among much taller people. Despite this being a fact off the court, on the court she used this ability to the best of her ability and it worked wonders. Maybe that compensated for her lack of growth even in the slightest bit.

How unlucky. She thought, setting eyes on the three males, covered in an apparent white liquid, she assumed which was milk due to the smell, in the entry area of the dormitory. What a mess. Her eyes ranked over the group of them as she passed by, trying to avoid the small puddles of milk as she went. They seemed wrapped up in the situation as it was so she made no move to try and talk to them. It was milk. They’d live. She passed by with no problem and made her way up the steps, heading towards the female wing and to room 204.

So, judging by the amount of beds in her room, it seemed to her that she had more than one roommate. The room wasn’t particularly cosy, but the two bunk beds took up a decent amount of space in the room, not that she minded. A bed had already been claimed it seemed by another girl, a bag settled on the bed. Not a lot. Ten thought to herself, eyeing the bag before turning her eyes onto the bunk above. Clicking her tongue, she slid her bags off her shoulders, one by one until both sat together on the floor at the head of the bed. Huffing, she reached up, stretching up on her tip toes, to push her basketball onto the top bunk before climbing up after it. It was a bit weird for someone of her short stature to choose the top bunk, especially since she would need to actually use the ladder to get up, but she liked the height and cosiness. Settling down, she spread herself out on top of the mattress, rolling her basketball onto her stomach as she stared up at the ceiling. She was slightly worried about rooming with others, as she had a bad case of insomnia and still had a spell of night terrors on the occasions when she could sleep. She didn’t want to bother her roommates with this issue of hers, so hopefully she could figure something out. Huffing, she decided she would deal with that when the times came and for now, she would wait for her roommates and amuse herself with spinning her ball on her finger, eyes staying half open as she watched the colour blur.


location// Dormitory - Girl's Wing - 204xxcompany// no onexxfeeling// relaxed

[Tsunpai]

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tab Memories piled on top of one another in Celestia’s mind as her gaze shifted between flowers to more flowers. For a moment, she had actually believed that she was back on the farm with how similar the garden seemed to have represented her home-land. But it was when she heard an unfamiliar voice interrupt her thoughts that she snapped back into reality. This wasn't France. This wasn't her home. It was Lestava Academy. A place far, far away from home and a place that she’d have to remain at until the end of her school year – which seemed father away from her than her home.

The voice that surprised Celestia, causing her to even jump a little, belonged to a young woman who looked close to Celestia’s age. Her hair was what caught Celestia’s attention the most. It was so long and looked soft enough like the fur of a cozy animal. The longer that Celestia remained staring at the girl began making her feel self-conscious. She never had long enough hair due to how much it took to take care of it, unfortunately resulting in her own mother having to cut it. The longest Celestia’s hair has ever gotten was just a few inches passed her shoulder and that was it. Another thing that caught the human’s attention was the clothing that the one before her was dressed in. Unlike Celestia’s attire – which simply consisted of her old school uniform back in the human civilization – this girl had much fancier clothes, which must meant that she was a being from a wealthy family no doubt. Compared to her, Celestia was what others would consider just plain.

Slightly embarrassed for looking too long, Celestia looked back down at her hands, resting in her lap as a light shade of blush crept across her face. Once the girl completed her short, yet sweet introduction, Celestia slowly looked up at Claire. She didn't look like a non-human, nor did she seem to act like one from the stories that she heard of their behavior: devilish, impudent, and down-right heartless. This female – Claire – seemed far too elegant and proper to be on the side of the non-humans. She had to be a human, right?

“Ah…! No, not rude at all!” Celestia spoke up, shaking her head and holding her hands up in defense. “U-Uh, my name’s Celestia. Celestia Mathis.” She gave off an awkward chuckle before continuing on. It is a nice place, although I can’t really say the same for the rest of the school… Or the headmaster.” A quick look of disgust took over the teen’s facial expressions as she thought about Luron. He tricked everyone. Not just the students attending, but the families, too. She couldn't say the same for everyone, but Celestia was sure that if her parents were to know the truth then they’d probably try to get their daughter back home safely, but would that even be possible? There probably wouldn't be a way of communication between children and family now. Heck, even if there was, Celestia was certain her parents would die before being able to see their daughter face-to-face again. If anything, they’d probably just send an angel to retrieve her instead of wanting to risk their lives themselves. Of course, she wouldn't have mind if that were to ever occur. She’d rather be able to live another day in seeing her parents happy faces, but it was sad to know that her own parents would rather put another life on the life than their own. Even Celestia wouldn't consider herself to be someone to stoop that low.

Turning her attention back to the silver-haired girl, Celestia decided to try and form a friendship with her. She wasn’t certain about the girl’s background, only creating her own accusations in her head, and decided that would be the best place to start if she ever wanted to make a friend. “So, uh, Claire, was it? Where are you from? Your accent’s pretty adorable, so I’m almost positive that you’re from Europe, too, right!?” The girl’s cheeks were tickled pink and a small giggle escaped her lips. “I haven’t met any other humans here from Europe – or any at all, for that matter – but I’m sure there’s bound to be some for us to befriend later. What was your civilization like, huh? Oh, or were you raised outside of one for a while, too? You know, I was raised on a farm–” Instantly, Celestia clasped her hands over her mouth, realizing how talkative she was being already on their first meeting. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be a problem for this Claire girl. “Ahh, sorry. I’m guess I’m just pretty happy to be meeting another human in such a place like this.”





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[Renalune]

❀Location: Garden | ❀Company: Celestia | ❀Mood: Suddenly terrified. | ❀Outfit: ♥ | ❀Voice:♥



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The girl's stare didn't seem to bother Claire too much. She had noticed it, but she refrained from saying anything. She didn't really mind it, and she could tell this person didn't mean any ill will by it. She actually seemed quite docile and slightly timid, as Claire noted the way she jumped in surprise. Although, the timid like behavior could merely be due to the recent events. One doesn't necessarily enjoy being lied to, now do they?

After having sat down and introduced herself, Claire watched and listened as the nervous female proceeded to speak in response. She was relieved that her act of forgetfulness didn't offend the other girl, but her expression remained calm and almost void as she continued to give her undivided attention. Claire wasn't exactly one to express emotions very often with new people, but she didn't exactly give off an air of being unapproachable. It just took a little bit of time and interaction to see her more expressive side.

As the girl gave her name and went on, Claire took a moment to examine her briefly also. Her clothing looked to be a uniform of some sort, and what stood out to Claire the most was the red scarf around the girl's neck. It seemed a little early for such attire, but she chose to be understanding of other people's preferences. Besides, the scarf appeared quite cute on the girl. Bringing her focus back up to the other girl's face, she tilted her head ever slightly. The girl's disappointment in the situation was understandable, Claire was very certain many people were beginning to feel that way about now too. She would have been lying if she had said she wasn't bothered by any of this.

“Celestia, a very lovely name. It's a pleasure.” she replied, commenting on the girl's name. She had actually never heard of the name before, but it sounded similar to the name 'Celeste'- a name whose origins lie within the Latin language. It was quite unique sounding to her ears, and the fact that the original variation meant 'heavenly' or 'divine' seemed to fit quite well. This person appeared to have a very honest demeanor from what Claire could tell.

Nodding in response to Celestia's first question, “Ah, thank you, this is the first I've ever received such a compliment.” she began, not exactly use to be complimented on her accent. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling though. If anything it did make her feel a little flattered, “Yes, you'd be correct. I've lived in England my whole life. My father is an English man, while my mother was from France.”she added.

Nothing about this person struck Claire as bad at first, and the conversation felt like a fairly pleasant one. However, when the word 'human' came out of Celestia's mouth, Claire froze. Did she just really hear her say: 'human'? No she was certain her hearing was just fine, as evident by hearing the other girl say the fearful word a second time, “H-Human...?” she muttered, not exactly voicing this question very loudly. She wasn't sure what to do, or what to say. The girl apparently thought she too was a human, and had been asking her about her civilization, as well as her life style. Claire suddenly found herself unable to speak. Just what was she to say?

This person was human after all, and Claire was a witch, “I-I...” she stuttered, unable to find words as she jolted up to her feet and took two steps back. She had to conceal her identity. What if this human were to suddenly become not so sweet, upon the revelation that Claire was a witch? Claire didn't even want to think about such things, as evident by the fear she held for these creatures. Thoughts raced through her head, telling her she had to make immediate distance from this person- now!

“I-I'm sorry, but I have to go...” she said rather quickly before giving the girl a timid nod and turning on her heel to leave in a rush, her quickened pace signifying her level of sudden discomfort. Why, just why did it have to a be a human? Claire had never been this close to one in her entire life, and she never wanted to be ever again. Human civilizations were cruel to those who practiced magic, and Claire did not wish to be another victim. With that, she quickly disappeared back into the dormitory building. Reading in her room now sounded like a much more pleasant, and safe idea.

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