※Sanctuary Academy※ (O/A all races)

[DoctorTonyBonesHolmes]

Out of sight. Out of mind. Out of time.
To decide. Do we run?
Should I hide? For the rest of my life.
Can we fly? Do I stay?
We could lose. We could fail.
In the moment it takes to make plans or mistakes.
Either way, options change, chances fail, trains derail.

✿_________Ʌʀʈђʋʀ Ϛʈɑɳʃєƴ ΣԀԀіпɡςʈєɾɳ
------------------------✖_______The Headmaster

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Arthur, who had fallen asleep sometime in the very early hours of the morning, woke with a start in his rather large chair situated in his office which was, at the moment, quite a mess. Which was only because of all the paper work required to get the school going for the year, which was good distraction from sleep which he normally tried to avoid because of nightmares, but seeing as he fell asleep he must have been over doing it again. He should probably listen to some of his staff about actually getting more then five hours a sleep a week. Though with his habits formed it was unlikely that he would brake them.
He blinked several times rubbing the sleep out of his eyes which was out of habit sense none had formed there sense he was turned. He glanced around his office before getting up and rubbing his stiff sore neck gently moving the folders and papers into piles of done and not done. It had turned out by the end of it that he had done quite a bit more work then he had expected to find with having fallen asleep halfway though the night.
He sat down again reaching out without thinking and grabbed the tea cup that was sitting on the desk from the night before sipping it gingerly before making a face. It was cold, and had lost a bit of its appeal during the night. Standing he took up the saucer the cup had been sitting on and headed out of his office to get some more from the kitchens. He could also get some blood packs at the same time too. No one needed a hungry grumpy vampire on there hands with it being the first day for quite a few students and some staff members.
He might even run into a few of the longer term teachers that sometimes stayed at the school like Samuel, now there was a interesting man if you observed him. He was grumpy and hyper, rude and hash, yet gentle and kind. He was a storm of conflicts, but that could only be expected from one as old as him. He wondered if maybe when he was his age he would start being a bit more grouchy in the company of everyone instead of his fake ways of just putting on a smile for everyone. 'Eh. he probably would never loose that quality, it was build into him to pretend, with the era he grew up in. Fake smiles came often to the more adult in that time, though when he was younger and more care free they came as easy as wind blows a leaf on a tree. Now the fake smiles came easier then real. Having ones heart broken dose that.
Oh well no use to keep going down that path, don't need to be more depressed then normal on the first day of school. He glanced around the hallway he was now walking in trying to find something to take his mind off where it was going, and where it was going was to thoughts of William. Now it was to late he was already thinking of his name soon the memories of his smile and his laugh would come to him, and then the day he found out that he had died, he hadn't even gotten to say a proper good bye that day. It was probably the thing he regretted the most was that. He never got to stay a proper good bye, and he never told him how he felt, and now it was slowly eating away at his soul.

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[GaffTapeGirl]

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I kissed a girl and I liked it,

The taste of her cherry chapstick...

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Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,

It's what we all come to in the end...

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It was dark inside the limo, even though the sun was bright outside. The tint prevented anyone from seeing into the interior, although that failed to prevent a sixteen year old Cole from hunching down a little bit further in his comfortable leather seat. Across from him, his twin sister was sewing colorful patches into the ratty old shoulder bag that she refused to throw out. Claire looked up from her sewing and gave Cole an all too familiar look. "Would you please stop fidgeting, Colt? You're making me nervous, and that is saying something," she scolded playfully, brandishing her needle at him. Cole made a face at her and sat up straight again, looking over his shoulder to look out the window to see where they were. "Sorry, Claire Bear, but well I am nervous," Cole admitted, sinking back into his seat. "We've never been to a place like this before. We don't know what to expect or if anyone will like us or -"

"Oh give it a rest, Cole!" Claire said, putting her sewing down and looking wearily at her twin. "Even if all those things do happen, sitting here worrying about it is not going to make things any better. What will happen will happen, and we'll deal with it then, like we always do. Besides, you've always got me. Doesn't that count for anything?" she asked, batting her eyes playfully and giving him a smile. Claire knew how to melt him even when he was at his most stubborn or frightened. He could not help himself and found himself returning the smile and relaxing almost instantly. "You're right. As always, of course," he replied, resting his head back against the cushions and staring up at the mirrored ceiling. "I know I can count on you for anything" Claire giggled and threw a wad of patches at him. "Now you're sounding sappy! Just relax!" Cole laughed and threw the patches back at her.

In next to no time, the snow white limo pulled up in front of the elegant Academy and glided to a halt. The driver got out and walked around to other door to open it for the twins. First Claire edged out and into the sunlight, wearing a chaos of bright purples, pinks and whites. She looked like some kind of punk fashion model, but she was laughing as she turned around to help her brother out of the car. Cole was dressed more modestly in a jeans and a hoodie, looking nervous and rather lost. Although there were many similarities in their physical features, the twins were night and day with dress and personality.

Grabbing their luggage, the twins entered the school side by side, looking around with wide, crystalline blue eyes. They had seen schools this elegant before, and even lived among their halls, but here held a new sort of shock and awe for them. Here they would be among people like them. More importantly, however, they would be together for the first time in almost eight years. It was like a dream. Anything could happen to them in this place, but they had each other. Together they could handle anything, or so they thought.

[Child of Gehenna]

'I see him again, he's dead.' He'd had a lot of jobs in his life already, dozens, maybe even shy of a hundred, but this was by far the last one he'd ever imagined for himself. Stretching a little and rolling his neck as he stepped out onto the practice field, the new 'teacher' was still rather bemused at his position. Oh well, back to violent thoughts:

'Rip off that metal arm and beat him to death with it.' Hehe, yeah, that'd be good. Smirking at what a good plan it was, simple and sweet, the Martial Art's teacher, Nova, had already tested out most of the equipment the Headmaster had provided the phys-ed department with. Bored with most of it, but standard equipment was... well... standard. Pulling out a red and white box from his jacket pocket, he knew smoking was banned in three of the four corners of the world, but lit up anyways. It was ironic that a chronic bully was now a teacher. Funny too.

'Man, they're gonna hate me.' Hearing a car roll up a ways off across the grounds, Nova'd head over to the fence at the edge of the yard and lean against the chainlinks, watching the pair make their way up the drive and up to the doors. Shame they were too far for him to get a sense of them. Two sisters?

[AnimeSandPrincess]

♫X♫It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!-- ♫X♫

「Dєʂȡєɱɵпɑ Αɱɑяɑ Ȼɾɩȿʈѳvѳ」

I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet

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I ARISE from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.

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O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!

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On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast

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Desdemona let her eyes gently flutter open as she yawed and arose from her bed. She let her wings spread out so she could stretch. Ah how she hated those wings and what they signified, angle being kicked out of heaven well make that her parents being kicked out of heaven and their ultimately tainted and sinful curse to be past on to their child. Desdemona almost looked as if she floated out of bed and striped her self of her clothes before she headed to the bathroom to take a shower.She turned the water to luke warm and walked in and closed the shower curtains.Sighing as the beads of water hit her skin Desdemona soon began to cleanse herself and wash her tangled wavy straight hair. When she was done with taking her shower she opened the shower curtains and stepped out and dried herself and her hair. She put on her corset like Gothic Lolita styled dress complete with her matching arm warmers, and then placed her headband that was designed with roses and lace and completed with a rosaries hanging from the side.She then took care of the rest of her Hi-gene matters and left the bathroom. Desdemona then grabbed her shoes and put them on before walking out her room to obtain her room key and roll list from the Office.

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The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream

[GaffTapeGirl]

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I kissed a girl and I liked it,

The taste of her cherry chapstick...

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Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,

It's what we all come to in the end...

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As Claire and Cole mounted the stairs of the school, Cole felt a prickling on the back of his neck. It was that uncomfortable feeling that he was being watched by some one. Cole turned his head and looked about the grounds, but he did not spot anyone who seemed to be watching them overly much. Claire saw Cole's head turn and she also looked, but when she did not see anything unusual she turned her gaze back to her twin brother. "Come on, Cole, there's no one watching us. Besides, we're no weirder here than any body else, I bet. We'll be fine," her voice was gentle, reassuring, but at the same time, slightly disapproving. Claire loved her brother to death, and yet this whole paranoia thing she did not understand much at all. She was too bubbly and care free to think much about the dark brooding thoughts her twin brother tended to think.

At his sister's words, Cole pulled his gaze away from the school grounds and back on to her. He sighed. She was probably right. She usually was. It never did him much good to be paranoid. If bad things were going to happen, they were going to happen, and there was very little he could do to stop it. And yet, he could not help but be afraid that bad things would happen, and he wished that he could do something about it. "Yeah... I suppose so," he replied with a sigh.

However, he could not help but look back over his shoulder one more time as they pushed through the doors of the school building for the first time. He did not see anyone, though, and soon his attention was ensnared by the interior of the building. After all, this was going to be their new home. It was not as fancy as some of the buildings he had been inside before, but still, it had a certain grandness about it that could not be denied. It was the kind of place that he could lose himself in, and avoid people. Claire, on the other hand thought the place was wonderful and gorgeous. In her mind she started listing off various architectural pieces, causing Cole to grin slightly and shake his head.

Claire glanced at Cole as she heard him chuckle slightly and she smiled at him and stuck her tongue out. "What? Dad made me take that architecture course last year back in Italy," she said with a smile. "I can't help it if I actually pay attention in class," she teased, as they wandered down a hall way. Her high heels caused a clicking sound to echo throughout the vast hallway, as there were not many other people around to muffle the sound. It did not bother Claire, but it unnerved Cole a little. Although, he had to admit it was better than dealing with crowds. He could never explain why, but he had a deathly fear of crowds. All those bodies crushing in around him... ugh it was strangling.

Cole was grateful for Claire's playfulness today. It made it possible for him to focus on that instead of his nervousness about the whole situation. "I did too pay attention in class. Just because I find some classes more interesting than others does not mean that I completely space out. And look at you, are you even taking an academic class this year?" He inquired, giving his twin a look. He loved Claire, but they were like night and day. He had missed her so much while they were in their separate boarding schools in Italy, and now they were together, she decided that she was going to take completely different classes than him. He could not blame her, but still, he did not like to be alone among strangers.

[DoctorTonyBonesHolmes]

The blue rose rare, one cannot gain...

If glove or guard be worn~

Tis only when one risks the pain...

Of flesh against the thorn~

♔_________Ϛɑɱʋеʃ Ϻоʀʈіɱʋѕ Ʀɑʃʃоɴ
---------------------------✖_______Herbology Teacher

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Ϛamuel woke with a soft groan. He had a splitting headache, which was no reassurance with the new students coming today. He knew he shouldn't have had so much to drink at that pub the night before. He should have stopped at two pints like he said he would when he when to go there. Though with the karaoke and the great friendly atmosphere he got just a wee bit carried away, which he sometimes tended to do on accent to keep from getting so rapped up in the loneliness he felt inside. Not that he would ever admit it out loud that he was lonely, or that even with all this teaching of the younglings he still felt it, even if he at least had something to do to try and distract it.
He opened and closed his eyes a few times keeping a hand over his eyes, very grateful for the fact that he had remembered to get thick curtains this year. The last few years he kept forgetting wake up hungover like this and have the bright sunshine blaring into his window which only made it worse until he could get some sort of food and tea into his system. He wondered how swamped the kitchens were so far. He hoped not very much. He wasn't quite sure if he could stand the noise of clanking utensils and the chatter of all the students and other teachers. Which reminded him that there were new ones this year. He probably would be getting up and lending them a friendly hand, even if the state he was in he might growl and grunt in response to everyone of there questions. It was better then laying in bed all day.
So Samuel sat up which only made him slightly nauseous. The kind he normally only got if he was on a boat or ship, how he ever managed to be a marian he would never know. Then again everyone was just getting drafted or rallying right up to fight, not that he even wanted to, he would probably never forgive himself for what he did back then.
He rolled himself out of the bed ending up with his feet on the floor so he could stand up straight. He was still in the cloths from the day before, he sniffed them wearily before scrunching up his noise. He defiantly needed to show and change before he did anything else. Which slowly he set off to do opening the bathroom that was jointly there for both people in the room to use, not that anyone else was in his room at the moment but that was just how it was set up. He took a slight cold shower first in hope to help the hungover just slightly before switching it to hot, almost not wanting to leave the spray beating his body's sore muscles.
With a soft sigh he turned off the shower and got out drying himself off and he stood in front of the mirror giving himself a look over. He looked like crap today, maybe even worse then that. The bags under his eyes from his lack of sleep were more noticeable and his eyes looked dulled out, along with his skin looking too pale like normal made him look like he was sick. Which he wasn't, other then the pounding headache from the hangover he was pretty much fine, or as fine as he was going to get any time soon.
With another sigh, he ran his fingers though his short hair walking back out into his room with the towel wrapped firmly around his waste. He rummaged though the draws his cloths were in, looking for clean ones that would be good to wear today. He finally settled on some of his more eccentric cloths that made him look more like he was the ring leader of a carnival then a teacher.
Once his cloths were on he grabbed some of his jewelry picking out some rings and a necklace to put on from his large collection he had accumulated over the centuries. Then he grabbed his squire spectacles that were tinted a dark purple slipping them. They had no real purpose when he wasn't working with pacific plants or rocks, he was just quite used to wearing them so he put them on often just so he wouldn't lose them.
He rubbed his temples a few times with his fingers before walking over to the door, pausing a second before walking back over to the nightstand by his bed, pulling out the drawer there and taking out a few things he would need for the day stuffing them into his pocket before he shut the drawer and turned back around walked back over to the door and opened it up. He hissed faintly at the bright light that had flooded the hallways, his room wasn't so bad because of the curtain he bought, but everywhere else was bright and sunny because of it being daytime. He wanted to growl at it to go away, at least until he got his morning cuppa. Though how quickly he got it all depended on how many students where here today this early.

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[DoctorTonyBonesHolmes]

~☆~


Always laughing in the midst of power,

Always living in the final hour,

There is always sweet in the sour,

We are not goin' home.

All the people that he see in the night,

Hold their dreams up to the light,

The old beast is searching for sight,

We are not goin' home.



✿_________Пαгєήԁгα Ʈђєтα LυԓҌαггσш
Ƙơςϲђєі Ƭɧαіпє Θαкԁѳшп____________✿
----------------✖_____Brothers by blood. United though Time.

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Narendra and Koschei were currently on there way to this new school that Narendra' father sent them both to, more specific sitting in the back seat of a black sadan, that was being driven by Narendra' normal driver who Koschei still didn't seem to like, something about his smell and his emotions bothered the younger boy. Narendra drew Koschei into his arms and held him close, lightly stroking the younger boy's black hair. Koschei breathed int his brother's sent, and the protective feeling that when with it. They would probably stay like this until they got to the school, which nether boy minded at all, both happy to be near the other, Narendra especially happy that he could help the younger boy like this. He could remember when Koschei first came to the house, Narendra was the first person that he scampered over to, apparently because he had such happy emotions in general and smelt nice, it took ages to get what that meant out of Koschei, because he didn't like to talk about himself that way, thinking himself a freak though Narendra insist that Koschei is just special.
The car started to slow indicating that they had arrived. Narendra could feel that Koschei was reluctant to move from the place he had burrowed against Narendra' slightly larger form. Though as the car stopped Narendra didn't have to say anything to get Koschei to pull away and open the door and get out of the car. Narendra quickly fallowed him moving to get his bag before Koschei could try to carry both of them on his own, which he had tried to do when they were taking them down stairs at their home, which seemed to far away now. Narendra grabbed Koschei's hand, though Koschei didn't like most people touching him his touch never set off a flash back or made him flinch probably because he had urned the boy's trust.
"Come on Koschei, let's go fine the office." Narendra said softly knowing Koschei would cope with going by new people better and being in a different space then normal if he gave him a plan and where they were going from one place to the next, rules to fallow, orders, Koschei never seemed to do to well without a little bit of them a day, which Jack did his best to keep to a minim, remember how Koschei first though that he was Narendra' new pet and not his brother when he first arrived, now that took some explaining to get Koschei to understand.
"Okay, Narendra..." Koschei mumbled faintly looking at the ground as his brother pulled him along behind him, making sure to keep him from being able to bum into anyone if they came from in front of them. Narendra was always nice like that, always protecting him from danger, and others. He wasn't to sure about Narendra' father still even though Narendra said he could trust him, that man just didn't smell right, it was a good thing he didn't touch him often or that man's anger that radiated off him when he got him might seep into him just like his father's did. He didn't think that would be a good thing. Though here he might fine someone like his brother, though he could fine more hateful evil people that just want to hurt him too. He better stick close to his brother the hole time he's here.

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[Child of Gehenna]

(( >__> I actually find that the dark-green doesn't show up very well, am I allowed to change it to just green or would you rather I simply stick to what's on the profile?))

Heading inside to escape the brisk September chill, the Martial Arts teacher had to snuff out his cigarette before entering the building, he then popped a breath mint in his mouth just in case his habit went over poorly with Headmaster Eddingstern. He didn't know the man very well at all, only having met him once he was hired- an encounter which had ended poorly... -and then again to put in a very unusual request about groundskeeping.

Bleh, he knew he should be in the library, but instead Nova wandered a bit and came around another corner, giving pause as he quite nearly walked through the pair of twins who were saying something about Italy.

“Ah, you two lost?” Agh, he wanted another cigarette. Bad teacher, very bad. He didn't look much like a teacher anyways, not even a coach which was what he was supposed to be. Plain blue jeans, black square-toed boots, an open zip-up sweater over a likewise open plain black collared shirt and white wife-beater under that. He didn't even have a whistle and neither his ID nor key-ring were anywhere in plain sight. All he needed was a hat and they'd be justified in calling security.

[GaffTapeGirl]

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I kissed a girl and I liked it,

The taste of her cherry chapstick...

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Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,

It's what we all come to in the end...

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Claire was in the process of opening her mouth to deliver a retort to her twin brother when the twins were very nearly bumped into by a gray haired man. Despite his hair color, he looked to be fairly young, probably in his twenties by the look of him. Something about the way he was dressed and the air he carried himself made him seem to be dangerous. That and it was plain to see that this man was not some couch potato, but was in reality quite muscular.

Cole stiffened slightly at the appearance of the stranger. The boy was not very tall and he was built like a stick, all skin and bones. Cole could probably very easily be taken apart by this man. That and he was uncomfortable around strangers, even in the best of circumstances. Claire on the other hand had the dancer's build and grace. Her muscles were strong, but were built for grace and strain, not for fighting. Although it did give her a very nice figure, making her flaunting pink and purple miniskirt, combined with the black fishnets, quite flattering. Despite his dangerous look, Claire did not fear this man, although she probably should. A thought from her, caused Cole to relax a little, although, not by much.

"Ah, you two lost?" the stranger asked them. He smelled like smoke. Claire smiled and tucked a strand of hot pink hair behind one of her ears. "Yes we are, actually," she replied, her voice a strange mixture of accents, although the primary one was English. It was not unappealing in the girl, just different. As she spoke she looked around at the surrounding hallways. They all looked the same. She would never be able to figure out where everything was. "We were looking for the office, where we are supposed to sign in and get our key. Could you please help us?" she asked, turning her crystalline blue eyes back on the stranger and smiling again. Standing beside her Cole was silent, and slightly brooding. He was picture opposite of bright, bubbly Claire.

[Child of Gehenna]

“Office?” Hmm, he knew where that was, or at least he should. His sense of direction was poor for someone who'd traveled for so much of his life, but his sense of money was spot-on. Office meant payroll, and that meant he could find it with his eyes closed and a sack over his head.

"Should be around this way, but there're a few turns along the way." Gesturing down the hall he meant, Nova took it upon himself to walk with them. He'd been more or less alone since he'd arrived and sober on top of that, so he was completely bored. "And lemme guess, you've already chosen your courses?" He'd been to enough of these schools to know how the routine went, highly skeptical that it'd changed too much since he'd left. "I'm gonna hazard a guess and say the twig over here is piling on the academics and computer courses, and the butterfly is going to hide away in the drama and arts department?"

Um, no. Make no mistake, that was not how a teacher was supposed to adress students. Had the Headmaster chosen that exact moment to pass by Nova probably would've changed several colours just to keep his job.

[DoctorTonyBonesHolmes]

The blue rose rare, one cannot gain...

If glove or guard be worn~

Tis only when one risks the pain...

Of flesh against the thorn~

♔_________Ϛɑɱʋеʃ Ϻоʀʈіɱʋѕ Ʀɑʃʃоɴ
---------------------------✖_______Herbology Teacher

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Ϛamuel whos hangover just seemed to get worse and worse as he walked down to the kitchen gave up trying to keep his eyes open, which helped quite a bit in the end not to have the bright light drowning out his senses though any noise that reached his ears still made his head pound in a unpleasant way. He wondered if maybe he should have laid off a little bit of the drinking the night before. Ha. Like he would ever turn down a evening of fun fill gambling and booze. Maybe today his new recipe he had been working on would work and he would be able to simply cure his hang overs as quick as a snap which he wouldn't do at the moment because it would make his head ring. It was to bad that one of the few teachers he had been friends with had moved on last year to retirement, his magic powers to heal anything would be a thing from heaven if he was only here. Maybe he would have to send him a letter to ask if he knew a cure that his fairy magic could learn, it was worth a try, and maybe even a pop down to the library to see.
he opened his eyes because he heard foot steps in front of him, great it was the Headmaster, now that he had been here five years he knew to try and avoid the kitchen if that was where the man was heading, as normally he had his first meal of the day, which was blood. He shuttered to think of what happened the last time he saw the man feed. It was a good thing that he and a few other where there to stop him from sinking the hole school into the ground which would have crushed everyone. Yep he should avoid the kitchen for now, or maybe just turn into his fairy form and fly faster then his walking pase.
Wait! That was it! His fairy form could get rid of his hangover. Why did he always forget that? Oh well. He turned down the hallway nearest to him walking down it as he concentrated on changing into his smaller form which lucky his cloths would stay on him now that he had figured out the spell to do it. He remembered the first few times he tried to change to fairy form made him stark naked and very cold, it was not to fun but he learned quickly that way.
Once he was morphed his wings did most of the work for him as he flew down the hallway quicker then he could ever run. He grin his pounding headache was gone and now he could pick up those folders in the office that contained a list of his students for the year. Which he should have picked up yesterday but he had been to busy celebrating the kids coming to the school, though he never needed a reason to drink, but it made it easier to find excuses to tell say Arthur the headmaster if he was cot, which the man never seemed to. Oh well his lose I suppose the stuck up stiff upper lip English man. For all he knew with how he talked about his personal life he could be Jack the Flippin' ripper. Now wouldn't that be dandy.
He turned down the hallway that lead to the office from the lobby and as he was not paying attention to who was in the lobby. So he flew smack into a hard back which made him fall to the floor. He blinked up dazed at a man, a boy, and a girl. The younger were obviously students but the man who he had ran into was a teacher, just great, maybe he could try to pass himself off as a student sense most never see his fairy form, and he knew for a fact this would be Nova's first time, in less he had shown him when he was to drunk to remember, which he hoped not.
"Sorry!" He squeaked up at him and the others, starting to stand and dust himself off, hopefully there would be no grabbing or man handling, really he hated that, and it seemed like everyone he had shown his fairy form in the past to wanted to pick him up and cuddle him, it was so irritating.
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[DoctorTonyBonesHolmes]

Out of sight. Out of mind. Out of time.
To decide. Do we run?
Should I hide? For the rest of my life.
Can we fly? Do I stay?
We could lose. We could fail.
In the moment it takes to make plans or mistakes.
Either way, options change, chances fail, trains derail.

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------------------------✖_______The Headmaster

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Arthur glanced behind him as he walked, he could hear formiler foot steps approaching, so with that earthy smell that just wafted to his noise he knew that somewhere behind him had to be Samuel, and knowing Samuel he would be turning tail and running from him if he saw that he was heading to the kitchen. That man just did not handle his feeding very well if he saw a glimpse or got a whiff of the blood. He remembered having to stop the school from being crushed by the man's nature powers. He was one of the few people he would never ever want against him in any sort of fight, not that he wouldn't try to avoid the fight at all cost if there was one, it just he'd seen Samuel move the earth in ways one didn't think possible,and with the iron and other such minerals in human blood he could easily control any humanoid life form to the way he chose, it was a good thing Samuel did not seek out power because of that fact. though he knew of a few fairies that had lost in though out history that had to be stopped, though with any race there was the bad with the good, it seemed one could not have one without the other.
He turned and headed down the last hallway that would lead him into the kitchen, some of the janitors of the school were working on this hallway currently, probably because this hallway was rarely used by students and only by staff and most of the staff didn't care what the hallway looked like. He nodded in way of greeting as he past them sweeping into the kitchen and tossing the old tea down the drain before the cup was taken away by one of the many works and he was brot another one just the way he normally like it.
"I'll need a blood pack too." He said in a cheery English voice, which made most of the staff that hadn't noticed him before look up and all scrable to get what he needed as he sipped his tea. He nearly rolled his eyes at that. They all seemed to think that he would fire them if they didn't do there jobs perfectly, but that was the last headmaster not him, he wouldn't have the heart to fire most of them, maybe next year they would trust him more.
He set the tea cup down on a counter top as one of the staff came up to him holding the blood pack in one hand and glass in the other. "Do you need it warmed today, Sir?" The staff member asked him and he merely nodded his head and he was off to the microwave to do so. With a sigh Arthur re-picked up his tea taking a sip lightly, so much better to have it warm, well warm anything really, after being turned he could that his own body being so cold most of the time was nearly unbearable, but luckily he had learned ways to deal. Like wearing thick cloths and multiple layers which he did normally anyway so it wasn't much of a change.
The staff member came back holding out a glass of blood for him to take. He smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you." He said to the man softly and the man practically beamed as he squeaked out a 'Your Welcome, Sir' before scampering off again.
Arthur shook his head a little a fake smile forming on his lips as his thoughts drifted, carefully drinking the warmed blood from the glass as he set his finished tea down which was taken up a second later and replaced by a new one. Not that he noticed. All his thoughts where on William at the moment. His hand came down to his right pocket on his vest pulling out the gold pocket watch, running his fingers over the cool metal surface, do his best to not let any of his sorrow show in his face. Though he doubted he could hide it from his eyes anymore. Though it was hard to see his eyes with his glasses on sometimes so maybe the reflective surface was doing some good now.

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[DoctorTonyBonesHolmes]

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Always laughing in the midst of power,

Always living in the final hour,

There is always sweet in the sour,

We are not goin' home.

All the people that he see in the night,

Hold their dreams up to the light,

The old beast is searching for sight,

We are not goin' home.



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Ƙơςϲђєі Ƭɧαіпє Θαкԁѳшп____________✿
----------------✖_____Brothers by blood. United though Time.

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Narendra and Koschei walked up the stairs and entered the school. Narendra glanced around the lobby he could feel Koschei tensing up next to him because of the sound of people talking, he knew that it would be better to avoid the voices but he bet he he fallowed them or walked past them quickly enough they would find the office. Narendra stroked his thumb across Koschei's hand gently prodding the mental walks and going though to comfort Koschei's mind wile they started to walk towards the sound and as long as part of there skin touched he could do this, actually they could do it without the touching it just took a bit more concentration.
They come up on three people and a small thing on the floor. He could tell it was a fairy by how it looked, it was rare to see fairies working in the worlds other then there forests. He wondered what one was doing here but he didn't ask he just pulled Koschei past them carefully. Glancing at Koschei who had sniffed the air as they did, he knew what he was doing, smelling the air to tell what they were, though he really shouldn't, it was funner to figure out when know by something so simply but then again Koschei was skittish and would feel a need to figure out what they were to feel safer.
They finally made it to the office and Narendra stopped in front of the secretary to get there schedule and dorm key, luckily they were staying in the same dorm, which they didn't have to. His father had a villa near here, a very nice one to, but his father had though it would be good for Koschei to get used to being around people, Narendra could not say that he felt the same way.
Narendra couldn't tell what Koschei was thinking about, as his face was not up but looking down at their feet and the floor. Narendra could only hope that Koschei wasn't beating himself down again inside his head, though because it had been him that took his hand, he would also be cursing the people feeling the disgust, mostly because Koschei still though of himself as a pet most days, no matter what Narendra did to try and make him think otherwise.
Narendra looked back at the secretary, putting on one of his most brilliant white toothed grins as he spoke up. "Hello there, I'm Narendra Lungbarrow, and this is my brother Koschei Oakdown, we need our schedules and dorm key please." He had requested in a very chipper happy tone glancing back at Koschei a moment before watching the secretary get up to get what he had asked for.
Koschei who had been beating himself up for the people he had sense his disgusted at them chanced a glance around the room. He knew he still should not look at things, even though his brother said that he should, just like it wasn't his brother's fault for him being such a freakish thing that everyone was disgust that he was even touching him. Narendra just didn't understand that being what he was that he shouldn't be touched because he was dirty. Though when he tells Narendra' this it always makes Narendra angry, but it's never directed at him, so he never knows what to do with it. Though it always made the drums angry too.
Koschei was glancing back at him he could feel it, knew it in his gut and in his chest that he was now looking at him. He could feel flints of emotion's pass by Narendra quickly, none of them like other peoples, no his were always happy, love, worry, and things of that nature. It made him want to barry himself against his brother, stay in the safety he was allowed in thoses arms, free from the rest of the world's emotions. Narendra grounded him, kept him calm, and not confused or over whelmed by all of this. He knew from reading the books Narendra had given him about himself that only blood relatives, or mates could do this. It was a very good things that he had Narendra because he didn't think he would ever get a mate. Though he didn't know really, the book had said his mate could be anything or anyone, he just hoped that they were kind and nice like Narendra, or he might have to be a pet again, that thought made the drums flair up, they didn't want him to be a pet, they wanted him to be a master over everything.
Narendra looked back at his brother again once he had the key, he could tell that his brain was working on overload, without really thinking much about where why were or who would see he pulled his brother to him stroking his hair with one hand the other wrapped tightly around the younger boy's waste. This would calm those thoughs if they were bad, he knew this from the short time they had been together at home. Any time Koschei was scared he would do this and Koschei would calm down instantly. He knew why to, he had read the texts that he had given Koschei to read about himself in hopes that he would fine out that he wasn't something dirty but special, but it didn't work all to well.
Narendra could feel Koschei sniffing at the crook of his neck were Narendra had moved his head when he pulled him into his arms. He would just let them stand here like this for a bit, let Koschei be at peace and not notice anyone else for a wile. This was why he had argued that they should do little steps of getting Koschei with places with more people, but his father had just thrown him right in. He was just glade that he listen to him when he said that he should go along. Though he was quite sure it was only because he was favorited not matter what he tried to do to get his father to stop doing that as it was very bad for Koschei.

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[DoctorTonyBonesHolmes]

Out of sight. Out of mind. Out of time.
To decide. Do we run?
Should I hide? For the rest of my life.
Can we fly? Do I stay?
We could lose. We could fail.
In the moment it takes to make plans or mistakes.
Either way, options change, chances fail, trains derail.

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------------------------✖_______The Headmaster

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Arthur finished the glass of blood setting the empty cup down next to the fresh tea sitting there steaming. He left his other hand come to hold the plan gold watch, opening it up to wee the white clock surface with the plan black numbers etched under the smooth clear class which he ran his thumb over gently. Flashes of Williams face haunted his mind at the moment, his laugh, his smile, them just plan being themselves riding there cicals to that old Burt tree on his property that was only his wile he was working for the collage. The hurt that he felt when he told him he was going to join the war effort, which had been so pointless because after that war had ended another came just a few years later, and another came after that. It seemed like humans just couldn't stop fighting each other, and because of it, his love, the man that made his heart sing and took his breath away was gone.
Someone touched his arm making his jump as he looked up to see a lot of the staff looking at him concerned, he wondered why, he though he had been doing a petty good job of putting on a happy face this morning. "Are you alright sir?" One of the younger girls asked him quietly, the first to brave to speak, the rest of the staff looked to petifided to talk, what could have flashed across his face to cause that reaction?
"Yes, I fine." He said slightly stiffly now realizing what must have concerned them. His face was wet, which meant he was crying, which was bad because he did not cry clear tears, no they were lased with the blood he now drank. He sighed and snapped the golden watch shut making most of the staff around him jump as he put it carefully in his pocket, pulling out a cloth out of this other wiping his face carefully as he noted to the staff and took his leave.
Walking from the kitchen into the hallway, waiting for the door to shut behind him before breathing. He wouldn't be able to look at the watch again today if that reaction would happen again. He didn't need the questions that would stir from it, and it was obvious by the whispers behind the door that the gossip had started up for the year. He took a deep breath and sighed again, pushing up his glasses to lightly rubbing the bridge of his noise as he started to walk down the hall heading back to his office to work.

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[AnimeSandPrincess]

♫X♫It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!-- ♫X♫

「Dєʂȡєɱɵпɑ Αɱɑяɑ Ȼɾɩȿʈѳvѳ」

I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet

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I ARISE from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.

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O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!

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On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast

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Desdemona continued to walk the halls slowly hearing her own steps in their rhythmic pattern of one two, one two as she walked."Angel of Music, Guide and guardian. Grant to me your glory" "Angel of Music, hide no longer.Secret and strange angel" she sang in her beautiful voice that has centuries of training from the true angel of music himself.Desdemona loved the play Phantom of the Opera, it wasn't Shakespeare but it was just as magnificent. She was actually hoping to do a school production of the play this year,she still needed to go over with Headmaster Eddingstern about but she had a good feeling that it would go well with him.
Desdemona smiled to herself she couldn't wait until she was able to teach her new students.Acting would be so much fun this year, she new the students would love the monologues, that was one of the parts she was most looking forward to.To be able to help the faces of the feature indulge in something they really enjoy and to be able to teach what she was once taught herself made her very happy.

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The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream