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[Kazza Reaper]

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xmy s∞ul is full of whispered song
xkazzamy blindness is my sight
xthe shadowskaz that I feared so long
xare all alive withzak light

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Illya probably had the most boring roommate ever and that was just plain and simply not fair. This guy—she forgot his name, it was about as boring as the rest of him so it was no fault of hers that she’d forgotten so easily—was so boring she’d taken it as fact that there was no such boring as him. She figured it was nearly impossible to make him see fun. Challenge accepted.

Seriously, who the hell doesn’t even bother to stay awake long enough to meet their roommate? Not to mention that it was rude, and she’d almost felt bad for turning on the light on him, figuring he was still out mingling or something, before she figured that it wasn’t her fault he was so boring he had bored himself to sleep. There was nothing for it but to strip down to her undergarments, crawl under the covers of the vacant bed and mimic his boring self.

Going to bed so damn early, she had then woken up ridiculously early, even by her standards and she was used to waking up early enough to stretch for a good three hours before going to her stretching session with her personal trainer. And her boring as all hell roommate was already ******** gone. Seriously, this guy must be some sort of socially recluse douchebag or something. Who didn’t even want to make the effort to meet their roommate. This was going to be a long ******** year at this rate. She wondered if the roommate’s changed by year or if she was going to be stuck with him until one of them graduated. Not that she knew what year he was in or anything since, hey, she hadn’t actually met the guy yet.

She listened to the birds chatter and sing as she finally petered out her internal raging about her terrible roommate that she hadn’t met, a rage she was sure to revisit many more times before actually getting over the slight, and had to come to terms with the fact that she didn’t have a change of clothes. Which meant that she had to wear the same outfit that she’d been wearing the previous evening. Which was depressing. But at least the wrinkles her skirt had obtained after she had hit the floor while dodging a projectile weapon in the shape of a battle-ready sword were minimal. And—this was probably the most exciting part—she’d forgotten that she’d been wearing bloomers the entire time, so she could bend and twist to her heart’s content and still be considered decent, by a very loose technicality indeed. But not really, since there was dirt and dust and grime and who knew what else on the floor that didn’t belong on her exquisitely expensive clothes.

She rolled out of bed and landed in the splits, arching her back so that her chest was flush with the side of the mattress and keeping her arms sprawled on the bed, and groaned. She didn’t want to wear the same clothes two days in a row. She was in dire need of getting into town—she remembered something about getting an allowance at the school or something—and buying a new wardrobe. They should give more money the first year they were there, it wasn’t Illya’s fault she needed and entirely new wardrobe, after all. She wasn’t the one that dragged herself into another dimension.

Finally, she conned herself into getting off her a** and into the adjoining bathroom where she started the shower, steamed the hell out of the thing and gave herself as thorough a scrubbing as she could with the generic s**t they’d left for the students. That was another thing she’d need to purchase: real soap, real shampoo, real conditioner, and a ******** washcloth. There was no way in hell she was going to use that mesh ball thing… gross.

One depressingly short shower later, and Illya was back in her slightly rumpled blouse and skirt, complete with bloomers and trio of petticoats to give the skirt its shape. Staring as the damp, lifeless mess of hair dripping into her nice blouse, she threw her hands up in the air and stomped out of the room. To hell with it, her clothes were day old and her hair was wet and she was going to find this tour and get it over with. Then she was going to do some serious shopping. And put in some job applications…. Probably come back and bathe and change into clean clothes and then go back out and put in some applications. Hopefully there was somewhere nearby that could actually use someone with her skills. A contortionist could dream.

She retraced her steps to where she’d found out the prior evening that she might just be dead, the place where supposedly this tour would be starting and spent some time pacing her restless nature into something that didn’t want to start bending and stretching and ruining her pretty clothes with more than water.

Nine o’clock rolled around and the principal was just sort of… there, and Illya pretended that she wasn’t, or he wasn’t, or what have you. Simply speaking, there was no interaction to be had between the contortionist and the mysterious principal. She was glad when other people started trickling in, some alone and some in groups and she was pretty sure that a few others had been there before the principal and she hadn’t noticed them. Actually, they might have been there before her, for all the attention that she was paying. One of them might have even been her roommate, not that she would know because she didn’t know who he was. The jerk. And no, she wasn’t about to let that go.

Tour time came and went and she learned where the dorms were, luckily because she hadn’t already figured that out the previous night, and the academic buildings and the administration building and they found themselves in that same gymnasium they had accidentally stumbled upon the night before. She managed to not shout out that they already knew it changed, because most of the student body actually didn’t already know this little fact, and she wasn’t supposed to know either.

Tradi said something about powers, and her attention piqued. Had he mentioned that the night before? She didn’t recall, perhaps the dummies throwing swords at her was something to do with her power…. Stopping projectiles in the middle of flight? Seemed lame. She wanted a cool power, dammit. Could she trade hers in if she didn’t like it? Maybe she could make barriers like the principal could, maybe it was figured that a sword would be easier to stop than a bullet or thousands. Stranger things had happened, like ending up in the Spirit World in the first place, but she wasn’t going to comment that aloud either. She was doing a splendid job of keeping her mouth shut so far. She didn’t think it would last much longer.

After his demonstration, Tradi said they’d be exploring—make that touring—the realm under the watchful eye of a teacher. Well, they could make that fun. As long as her fellow juniors were complying enough to play as well.

She found herself standing with a group in front of a teacher that introduced himself as Shosuke Ezakiya. And then he waited for everyone else to show up. And waited, and she felt like plopping down on the cement with a huff to wait out the interminable minutes, and she would have were she wearing different clothes.

“Either we don’t have the smartest students in the bunch, or there are fewer of us than you’d think. I’m getting restless,” she stated bluntly, right before she chuckled and managed not to sit on her head, if only because of her clothes. Seriously, she needed to change. Like, now. These people needed to hurry up and this tour needed to start.

She shifted from foot to foot, glancing around occasionally, wondering where everyone else was. Or if there was anyone else. The group was small, granted, there were fewer students than she would have thought a school was allowed to have. It was still more students than she was used to being around, having spent the last bunch of ages being tutored privately so as not to disturb her training and her show schedules. She sighed, she wasn’t entirely certain what was acceptable social behavior anymore. Okay, that might have been a slight exaggeration, but it wasn’t going to stop her from not censoring herself if her fellow students found it necessary.

[Batparge]

John Chevalier

Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die,
We look up towards the sky for answers to our lives.
We may get some solutions but most just p a s s u s b y,
Don't want your ABSOLUTION cause I can't make it right.

From his room John could see a few other students going about their own tour before they disappeared out of sight. Personally, he’d rather not wind up getting lost or spending his night learning about the campus when they’d almost certainly have an official tour or something later the next day. Rather than wait on his roommate to show up he simply went to sleep early, as he was prone to do, and woke up before sunrise the next day. Rolling out of bed, he saw that his roommate had come in some time that night but was still very much asleep. Not wanting to disturb whoever it was underneath the blankets, he kept the light off and did his best to not disturb them when he searched the room for any other clothes. He had hoped to find something fit for a morning run but when he turned up empty he resigned himself to a quick shower to help wake himself up. He kept the shower on the colder setting so that there wouldn’t be enough pressure for the sounds to wake up his roommate before wiping himself down with his own hands to dry off as much as possible.

Once he believed he was adequately dry he stepped out, keeping the lights off as he tiptoed out their room. When he was finally out in the hallway, he slipped on his shoes and took the stairs down to the ground floor. From there he did his own little survey of the campus, exploring as much as he could to make a mental map of things before the sun came up. A little afterwards he circled back to the cafeteria just after they opened their doors in preparation for the students. Being so early, he had to wait a little bit for everything to be cooked but once it was ready he practically had a mountain of food stacked on one plate. Since he regularly exercised to stay fit and help lower his stress it was important to eat at least a small meal every few hours to not make his body panic from want of food. It may have seemed odd to a passerby, or at least very gross, if they saw John mix his food until it looked as unappetizing as possible before eating it but at least he passed on anything he deemed too unhealthy to eat.

After downing a glass of water, he made a mental note to either eat very little for dinner or work twice as hard for missing his morning run. There weren’t many other early risers he noted as he left the cafeteria but even if they were around that would not change his situation. Either he was already dead or he wasn’t, if anyone’s word could be trusted but he’d have to wait to confirm that little bit of information. Not wanting to venture off campus just yet, he slowly walked another circuit before heading back to the dorm when he saw that a small crowd was forming before the man introduced himself as the principal. Figuring that another announcement was going to be made, he picked a spot just far away enough from the other students while he waited. Unsurprisingly, it was the official tour of the campus and though he had already walked around it a handful of times John had never ventured inside any of the buildings so it was best to know what went where. Trailing close behind the lead group of students, he kept an ear out for what was being said.

He had already graduated in the living world, if this wasn’t the living world, so he had no idea what kind of classes they could offer him that would be of any use but he did like the look of the sports fields. Of course, the building next to them was the gymnasium where’d he’d probably spend most of his time if he couldn’t find a way back home. When it came time to enter the gymnasium he couldn’t help but left an inquisitive eyebrow as the obstacle course changed before his eyes. Whatever was going on was beyond any technological capability he was aware and if that was true…

Suddenly he became much more interested in what this man had to say, and he already said, and so John watched on with his full attention. The capabilities of the obstacle course were one thing, but the man’s ability to generate barriers like that were quite another, and he finally accepted he could not truly be in the world of living where physics was kind enough to exist. He wasn’t a genius but it didn’t take one to catch the meaning of the principal’s word choice. Either the students all had powers or he was going to eat a candy bar. Pushing down his innate dislike of being around new people, John cautiously approached a group he made out to be the Seniors. Once he was close enough to hear the idle conversations he stuffed his hands in his red hoodie, listening on while trying to remain unnoticed. His interest peaked when one of the girls mentioned leaving if their escort showed up. While he had no desire to wait around he especially disliked the idea of staying ignorant of their current situation even more, prompting him to speak up, ”I agree. The sooner we find out about the area around us the better. Besides, I was never one for standing around.” He did not bother to introduce himself, at least not yet. It wasn’t necessary for anyone to know his name when they should be walking and finding out more about their situation. Hopefully they wouldn’t take him for the talkative sort.

I'll make a beast out of myself,
I'll make a beast out of myself, kazza gets rid of all the 【pain】 of being a man.

[Craftims]

Well, at least she was happen to see him again, that already put her above others in Ishmael's book and it was only the second day. So far she also seemed to display at least some sense of humor, if they were going to be rooming together for the next who ever knew how long it would be nice to have someone to laugh with. Then again he wasn't the most socially adroit person, so it would probably be a bit awkward or slow going in the beginning. It didn't help that she was very pretty. However the conversation flowed on as Dashuri picked up her end and introduced him to the apparent underclassmen, who she didn't seem to know the name of either. The visual proof that he wasn't alone in not knowing anyone else in this whole strange situation, dream or reality, was enough for him to begin to relax. Right as he began to say, "It's nice to meet- he was caught off guard by green ball of raging human fury.

Ishmael was to dumbfounded to say anything. He'd never encountered anything like her before, granted he'd been saying that for awhile now first with this world, then a roommate and random person (Michael) off the street who he wouldn't mind talking to for once. But this person, she was something else. His father had once warned him to stay away from the mentally unstable, but he hadn't ever mentioned they'd go charging up to him claiming to be defenders of justice. Thankfully Dash rose to his aid and allowed for his mind to click over into thinking rationally again and he found himself caught between the desire to laugh and to move away very quickly.

After his would be attacker tripped and fell to the ground he decided that chuckling was the best choice and then shook his head at Dashuri's comment, "Maybe she's a morning person." After she introduced herself to Rita Green-hair Defender of All he found himself hoping that the girl would just decide to leave, he had a feeling they wouldn't be getting along any time soon. Rita seemed like she'd hold a grudge for whatever she thought he did to her, and he was reluctant to give her his name and have her spout it about to bring even more unwelcome attention down on his head.

Moving slightly away from Rita now, he scratched the back of his head he cast his eyes about trying to spot the teacher that was to give them what was likely to be an equally boring tour of the city. But hey, beggars can't be choosers and he really wanted to check out this so called city of the dead. "Fancy so company?" he asked Dash, "I'm curious to see what's out there, and a group is always better right? It helps to deter robbers, he leaned in to whisper "and wandering justice bringers." Though it seemed like he wasn't the only person interested as another came along right after inviting himself along.

[Atropa Gloria]

The alarm was set strictly for 8:00 am, although she hadn't exactly gotten a good night's sleep Aeval still felt the need to be punctual. After all today was the day that Tradi, the school's headmaster, was giving a tour of the school to all the students who felt like attending. Of course Aeval wasn't one to skip out on such an important event, so once arriving at her dorm she immediately found her barren dorm room and thankfully an alarm clock. She didn't exactly like sleeping in such an empty room, it felt awkward to be somewhere you weren't familiar with, but it seemed that all the students didn't exactly have a choice and therefore the empty room it was. Regardless, there wasn't much sleep to be had with (most likely) the majority of students on campus, how could they anyway? Being told you are possibly dead or alive and trapped in some limbo isn't exactly what every child wants to hear, it was a scary thought to begin with not to mention all the other things one would have to consider. The whole idea of not being able to see your family, friends, and generally everyone you used to know was really….different. Of course, Aeval still didn't exactly know how this place worked she figured it would basically act as a normal town just with some boundaries, aka the shoulder badges.

Regardless Aeval managed to roll herself out of bed and fix herself up, she didn't really have much to do considering she was transported here with the clothes on her back. As frustrating as it was she was excited to venture into the city and buy herself some new clothes, a toothbrush, and other necessities. She didn't really know if the school was going to fund their little trip or anything but she really hoped she could find some cute clothes, it was a nice chance to get a new wardrobe - who would turn it down? So now, straightening her red bow she looked in the mirror and formulated a weak smile. "Okay, today's the day we find out about our new life." She straightens out her skirt and exits her dorm room. Aeval didn't exactly have the time to look around her dorm or meet her roommate, if she even had one, so she just skipped the awkward hello's and exited the dorm quietly. The halls were much quieter (thank god) and Aeval was finally able to navigate herself around the building.

As she studied the halls Aeval noticed all of the other students faces, most of them seemed to have calmed down and began to mingle while others seemed just as lost as she did. "I wonder when classes will be starting..." She placed her hands behind her back and continued on in her little adventure, after a while she discovered the cafeteria, the library, some classrooms, etc. The school was truly beautiful, and the more she explored the more excitement grew to begin classes and interacting with others. Aeval wasn't exactly the greatest when it came to any type of social interaction but this was a fresh start so why not? Regardless, the more and more she explored the less she thought about the time and what she thought to be a few minutes was actually the entire hour. She checked the clock and immediately rushed over to the main entrance of the school, joining the other groups of students that were gathered in front of the Headmaster.

“Hello, students, I hope the morning finds you well. Now we shall begin the tour of the campus. If you will be so kind as to follow me…”

Luckily, she was right on time to hear his introduction. Aeval shuffled herself over towards the front of the crowd and paused to listen to his words. He seemed a lot more comfortable with the mas of students this time around but even so Aeval was excited to see that her Headmaster was genuinely trying to help them. So, as she filed in with the rest, she smiled and nodded to him in acknowledgement. So as he concluded his introductions he began to walk backwards pointing out some of the important buildings to keep in mind: the Headmaster's office, and the post office. Next, Tradi herded the mass of students outside and gestured towards the Academic building (where all the classes would be taken) and once he had pointed out a few he led the group over to the gymnasium - now that was a site. It was fully equipped with everything an Olympic games would ever need to function! And as Tradi explained that we were able to access all the equipment it made Aeval's skin crawl, she was pretty athletic while still in the real world so she was quite content to jump right in and get some exercise.

The real kicker came as Tradi introduced the obstacle course, there really wasn't much too it until he added in the important factor if it changing to suite whoever stepped 'up to the plate.' Of course, to demonstrate Tradi volunteered himself, so the students all took a couple steps back and watched. Pillars and guns instantly popped out of the ground and just started rapid firing bullets - just a rain of bullets shot through the sky and all were aimed at Tradi…the horror. Aeval was hesitant, she took a step forward for a minute before realizing all of them came to a stunning halt due to Tradi's barriers. She watched in amazement, there was nothing in the world that could steal her attention away from this moment, it was stunning. It felt like the moment lasted forever, she took every detail of the mock battle until he chose to stop thanks to the scoffs and jealous comments fom the other students. She really hated the fact that he stopped but Aeval supposed the tour did have to move on. So as he moved away from the pillar she took another look at the obstacle course, it was completely and utterly destroyed, she just couldn't believe her eyes and it only made her more excited as to what she was able to do.

Aeval's concentration was cut short though because as mentioned, the tour must go on! What had been decided was that all of the students would be divided into groups of four based on their grade level. Therefore the groups went as follows: Freshman, Sophomores, Juniors, and finally the Seniors. "Well that's good, I got Eza-sensei." With a sigh of relief she waited until some of the students departed off to their teachers and then she happily skipped over to Eza-sensei with a smile. She didn't exactly catch the last thing Tradi said - hopefully it wasn't that important. So she joined a bunch of other students in front of Mr. Sho, she wasn't exactly sure how to start up a conversation with one of them but she had to try. So she approached a boy with shaggy black hair (Felix) and caught the last thing he said. "Wait a minute...dangerous? I'm sorry but an arena?"

[Sweetest Potato]

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⇢ ⇢ wearing School uniform⊹ where Gym area⊹ with Ronan and others⊹ feeling Nervous/anxious/upset⊹
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It had been a day that Bambi tried to forget. Waking up in a completely foreign place with no recollection of how or why she was there. Of course, things were explained. Things. She was either dead or alive and for whatever reason she was in, what this so-called headmaster deemed as the Spirit World. It was quite a shock for poor little Bambi, who's faith in God all but sputtered in an instant. She tried her hardest to wrap her head around it, tried to understand. If this were heaven, why was it nothing like she imagined it to be. And why would heaven have people who were alive. And where was God? God who she prayed to almost every night, to bless her family and all those suffering in the world. God, the creator of earth and the heavens and everything in between. Bambi had never felt such emotional distraught in her life. Faith seemed useless, unless of course she were dreaming. Many times that day she pinched herself, slapped her face, screamed at the top of her lungs. But she did not wake up. So, it seemed it wasn't a dream after all.

Instead, this was reality. How did she get there then? The last memories she had of herself on Earth didn't add up to death. She had been getting ready for school, yes. And Lunette had come in crying as she usually did. It broke her heart to see her sister so sad all the time. And as usual she turned to comfort her and then... Nothing. It sort of goes black there. Fuzzy. Like that part of her memory had been erased. But why?

There were too many questions and not enough answers. Like, for starters, why was she, and everyone else for that matter, at school? What part of the afterlife says it okay to go back to the one thing a child hates the most! What kind of sense does that make? Everything was so bizzare and unrealistic. It had undoubtedly made Bambi a nervous wreck. She had gone and found her dorm and holed up there all day, crying, screaming, cursing. Why did this happen and why did nothing make any sense? When would things be explained more in depth?

The night came and she was introduced to her neighbor and dormmate Ronan. Unfortunately for him, he was the only soul she'd seen all day and immediately felt an attachment towards him. Sort of like he was a protector of some sorts, you could say. Like he could make her feel better even in this tragic and confusing time of their lives. Or.. deaths. It was more than likely overwhelming for the poor boy, her lips just kept moving, words kept coming. And at the end of it all, a revelation the next morning.

It was early, they were apparently supposed to get up for some sort of meeting. Bambi was curled at the very end of the bed, fetal position, with her blankets curled around her body like a protective cacoon. It just wasn't any bed of course. It was Ronan's. Yes, in the middle of the night she had snuck over and gotten into bed with him. Not because she was perverted but because she was afraid. The darkness had been an irrational fear she battled throughout her entire life and it was no different in this world it seemed. It was just as black and feral as it was on Earth. Who really knew what lied in the shadows. This world could be hell for all she knew. Demons could of been lurking under her bed. But Ronan's seemed safe enough. Besides, if he were there he'd make sure she wasn't eaten by any scary monsters--or demons rather. Irrational yes. But it was compeletely real to Bambi.

She had gotten out of bed fine enough, but what exactly was going through Ronan's head was a mystery. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that Bambi was a little overwhelming and clingy. But he couldn't really escape her. Poor thing, really. Ah well, she hoped that underneath all of this he'd become her friend. Or that he'd at least become immune to her... near emotional insanity.

Bambi was quiet while she got ready, showering quickly and redressing into the clothes she had arrived in. The school uniform she was last in before whatever it was that happened to her. And apparently they had no other clothing.

She brushed her hair out and when finished, waited around for Ronan to get ready. She really didn't want to go out alone. With all those people. Who could be demons. She laughed at herself, feeling crazy again. They weren't demons. They were dead. Maybe. Well some of them were and the others weren't? How did that work again? She scratched her head, trying to remember some of what the headmaster had spoken about the previous day. Honestly, not a whole lot had resurfaced. She was too busy drowning in her own sorrows to really grasp what was supposed to be happening here.

When Ronan was all finished, she followed closely behind him, a part of her wishing she had enough guts to reach over and take his hand. She didn't want to be lost in the crowd of people who were just as confused as she was. Quite frankly when he was the only one who was familiar in a sea of faces, she'd rather she could hold onto him. There was a possibility of him getting lost. Biting her lip, she debating on reaching out and grasping his fingers, but decided against it. Instead, she lightly grabbed the back of his shirt, her feet following so closely behind him she nearly tripped over him several times. They began to go on some sort of tour, the headmaster giving the, er, students some insight on the school they'd be attending. He droned on about what things were, what they were used for. It wasn't enough to keep Bambi from spying on the people next to her who seemed just as uninterested in the school as she was.

Their last stop is what got her. He had stopped inside the gym, people filed in and very suddenly things became wild. Bullets flew out of seemingly no where, this so-called obstable course seemed more like a death trap than anything. Panic filled her tiny body. She couldn't dare look! What if something bad happened and they were about to witness some sort of afterlife death! Oh goodness. Her heart felt like it was palpitating in her chest, beating so loudly that the rush of blood in her ears was the only thing she could hear. She was, in fact, having a panic attack, but it was mute in comparison to the noise around her. Her eyes were large and glassy while adrenaline bursted in her veins. And all the while she watched the events in front of her. The headmaster had beaten the course and was unharmed. Slowly her heart beat fell to a somewhat acceptable rate, but she remained awstricken. What did she witness? They all had powers he said? Why in hell would she ever want to go through something like that! That guy was crazy! Did she look like someone who was stable enough to handle stress? No! Of course not, of course not.

"No, Ronan don't leave me," she murmured, looking at all the students dispersing. She frowned, looking up at the taller boy. She felt so vulnerable knowing that he wasn't going to be around. Who was going to protect her from the demo--students? If they all had powers how could she be sure no one was going to do something stupid like the headmaster did? Was it possible to die after dying? Swallowing, she looked around, laughing nervously. "What if people are crazy like that guy was? What's all this talk of superpowers? I'm so confused." Her frown only worsened as her train of thoughts continued. She felt so helpless again. Just like she did the day before. None of this day so far has answered the questions that had been boggling around in her head. And now she was going to be separated from the only person she was familiar with!? What did she do to deserve this? Another wave of anxiety crashed against her and where the ends of her previous panic attack trailed off only began again. She was breathing erratically, looking around frantically. "Don't go, okay? Just don't go because I'm afraid and I'm upset and I just-- I can't do this okay? I mean, I seriously can't do this right now. I mean what the hell was that? Some weird magic? This isn't supposed be what it's like and it is and I just--!" It was quite the pitiful sight. Her fingers balled up into a tiny fist, clinging to his shirt, and her eyes were closed, fresh salty tears staining her cheeks.

Her heart couldn't handle all of this really. Perhaps she was still in shock. Or maybe the idea of being alone scared her even more. Because honestly, who wants to die alone?


|| O.ut O.f C.ompassion:: AHAH first post. excuse any grammar issues||

[welian]

xxx“Ah! No, no, this just won’t do! Oh no!”

xxxIn a blind panic, an ebony-haired young woman flitted about her apartment. She kept a calm composure most of the time, but today – today was so important!

xxx“I can’t be late!”

xxxSable had her fingers pressed to her lips, just barely refraining from cleaving off half her fingernails in pure terror. What if this was a bad idea? What if she shouldn’t have ever accepted that offer? What if she was a terrible teacher, or all the students were delinquents and agents of anarchy? How would she ever maintain a classroom? Would she get fired after the first day? What if none of her students or colleagues liked her? What if they thought she was a terrible person and made fun of her?

xxxAs the newly-hired art teacher stared at her closet, tears sprang to her deep indigo eyes. How could she ever choose between aubergine and navy?! What would Josef Albers think of an acclaimed artist such as herself making such an elementary mistake? As an educator of the arts, she would be laughed right out the building before the bell even rung!

xxxA palpable gloom hung over Sable’s head as she picked out a completely black dress – very modest, and very typical, she thought. Her own mother would have approved of this classic choice. The woman eyed herself in the mirror as she began to get dressed – the only irritable part was tying the corset, but after so long in the afterlife, it was all part of the routine. Perhaps she could have gone with something a little more casual, but she truly wanted to at least try to make a good impression at her new job. If not, well… there was also back to the gallery. There was a show opening this weekend anyways. Surely she could go another hundred years standing in the corner while others merely nodded politely at her work and debated the exact colors she used… not.

xxxShe glanced again at the clock. She couldn’t possibly be late, that would be disastrous!

xxxONE HOUR LATER:

xxxA young woman a dark dress replete with lacing, corset, and bustle emerged from a shadowed exterior wall of Residere Academy, her short black hair framing her pale face and dark eyes as she melted through the bricks and into the bright morning light. There was a soft rustle as she stepped onto the ground gracefully and opened a small, sheer black parasol – once again, casting her face into shadow.

xxxSo…. Technically, she was late anyways. It was a quarter after nine when Sable finally arrived on the scene, bracing herself for the worst. But rather than waiting outside to scold her, Mr. Sfiducia was just escaping the obstacle course, advising the students against going in there. A bit of sadness rose in her heart, as well as a light flush of pink in her cheeks. She would have liked to have seen Mr. Sfiducia’s entire performance, just… out of curiosity. Perhaps she would seen him again soon though – today, instead of classes, she and some other teachers were to escort the students around the city, to…. Show them the roped, she believed the expression was. Hopefully none of them would actually want to go on a boat though, that would be unnerving.

xxxIn the meantime, Sable glanced around. There were lots of students, and she recognized her colleagues that she had met just recently – or at least one of them, as Mr. Ezakiya made an excellent beacon. He was quite tall compared to herself. Though, come to think of it, most of the other teachers were taller than her.

xxxBut – ah! It looked like the students were forming their groups now! Where was the confidence and poise she had affected last night, watching the students go to sleep? (Not that she hadn’t stayed and watched over the dormitory for another hour or anything…)

xxx“So… Soph…”

Sable lowered her parasol over her face like a wilting flower and sighed. No, she could not afford to lose her nerves here at school. That would be shameful. Her will returned, Sable docked her parasol jauntily on her shoulder, and forced herself to smile. Her voice never carried far, but at least it was no longer a pathetic whisper.

xxx“Good morning,” she greeted everyone serenely.

{ooc: quoting all the people I think are supposed to be playing sophomores - you guys don't actually have to reply if your character isn't anywhere near Sable, pffft.}
{location: a little outside the crowd, but in the general vicinity of the school's courtyard, near a wall - can't miss the crazy short goth lady}
{company: probably nobody unless sophomores actually report}
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Sweetly Despaired

aokise

I Am Homestuck

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Morning. Sunlight peeked inside the white room she was so accustomed to. However the situation was different this time. This time Rosalie wasn’t sleeping on the bed, she was sitting beside it. Sadly sandman had put a spell on her nonetheless. A series of ruffling sound emitted but few moments later it wasn’t there anymore. Whoever was sleeping on the bed must have left, leaving the sleepyhead all by herself. The monotonous rhythm of soft breathing became disorderly as the girl stirred in her position. Her eyes opened in thin slits as she blinked once and then again and let out a soft sigh. Suspending her upper body weight with both of her cold hands she pushed herself upward. The drowsiness still remained. She yawned and instinctively covered her mouth with a free hand.

“…” Rosalie’s lips formed a thin line while she stared down at the empty yet slightly messy bed. Her eyes widened as yesterday’s incidents started to pour in. Suddenly she felt her head throb, while she let out a small grunt. Her emerald orbs moved around every corner of the room trying to locate another human being but no one was there. Letting her hands fall on her lap she stared at the apples on the bedside table, now turning brown. Standing up she walked towards it and poured herself some water. While drinking she started to retrace her mind. “I am dead…but somehow I am…alive, I can actually walk and I need to find Ronan.” She thought while her eyes hardened. She wondered what happened to the girl she met yesterday, was she okay?

It kind of bugged her that she didn’t get to talk to her, or at least ask for her name. She needed to apologise to her, her impolite behaviour was just unacceptable. Nimbly she set down the glass on top of the table again as her eyes fell over the clock. “8:45 am…” She whispered. She felt like she was forgetting something but her mind was too clouded. Putting a finger over her chin she softly tapped it trying to contemplate whether she was really forgetting something or not. Then it hit her. “…I-I am..late!” Was the only words that left the girl’s mouth followed by a few quick footsteps towards the exit and a loud slamming noise. Luckily no one was in the room. Rosalie absolutely despises being late, which applies in every case. Kind of a bad habit rather than a good habit.

Luckily she found spare clothing in her dorm room though she didn't feel right wearing it, after taking a quick shower she managed to attend the tour around the school. This so called school is remarkably big in size. The man who claims to be the headmaster demonstrated an amazing performance of his abilities. “Power…” Rosalie lifted up one of her hand wondering if it was her ‘power’ that hurt the girl. Biting down her lower lip the girl let her hand gently fall by her side. “Great…” She thought feeling hopeless. Her eyes jumped from one face to another while she tried to avoid contact with anyone. A rather hard task to do in a crowded area such as this but she wants to refrain from causing anyone trouble. Being a so short and petite didn’t help her situation, she was almost invisible to others.

The girl walked around occasionally being flung to the other side by another but she stayed focused on finding…three people. The mysterious stranger, her twin and the teacher. “Eki—Eza—Um…” The girl stuttered trying to pronounce the person’s name. She wasn’t sure about how to say it right.


ooc: Omg late as hell! Sorry life got a bit bumpy. Also I might change the pic again. orz
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Now seemed like a pretty good time to, uh, get the ******** out of there.

Goodbye, girl that I never knew. Good luck with the mice. Death by mice. Icky. Icky. Gross. Uh. Hasta la vista. Adios chica. Yeaaaah, I'm just gonna, uh, go now.

It was hard to run with heels. Chunhua Song would know. But still, the girl took off at Dashuri's call, walking as fast as she could. "Ah! I better go meet my roommate. It'd be unfortunate if he were to be left waiting. Thank you for allowing me to accompany you." After that, she gave a quick bow to the rest of the group and followed Dashuri back to the dorms. Finally reaching her room, she waved goodbye to Dashuri. After all, they were on the same floor, so it was only natural that they'd go the same way until the two broke off.

Entering her room without a moment's hesitation, she gaped at the male who was standing there. Right. Her roommate was a guy, alright, she could handle this. Giving a lengthy bow that probably lasted for over two minutes, at least that's what it felt like, Chunhua straightened her back and gave her introduction. What next? Oh! Right, Giselle stuck out her hand after Chunhua introduced herself...so naturally, Chunhua should do the same! Sticking out her arm, she gave him a firm handshake. Plopping on her official bed with a sigh and taking off her boots, she then began to recount what exactly she had been doing. Encasing her entire index finger in ice, she waved it around excitedly for him to see. Finally, she decided to try something out. Making a fist with her right hand, she then froze the fist. Sure, it took time, but in the end it worked! Which caused her to giggle in pleasure.

Before she knew it, the two were falling into easy chatter as they laid in their respective beds. She told him about her older brother, and what her life was before Residere. Or, at least as much as she could remember.

________TIMESKIP!!

Oh god, when did she fall asleep?

Groaning when she heard her roommate's voice, Chunhua gave him the best focused look that she could possibly muster, which was more of a lazy eye, and pulled her covers over her head. Curling up into a fetal position, she closed her eyes once more and listened to his musings. Finally picking out that they were late, panic swept over her and she sprung out of her bed and dashed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Oh god. She was still wearing her old, casual clothes. Dang it, she really liked this outfit too! But it was old now. But whatever, maybe if she hurried, her hour long showers could be cut down to ten minutes!

Oh. Right. The junior was joking.

This look I'm about to give conveys how much I hate you. Oh boy, if looks could kill, Felix would be sleeping for another year. Or whatever the headmaster said, the nights events before was pretty foggy. Except for...her power! Scrubbing her hair with the warm water, she shut the shower off and almost cackled in mad glee as she layered the inside of the shower head with a thin layer of ice. That'd show Felix Howell to mess with Chunhua Song! Oh gosh, she was now feeling pretty bad about it. Oh gosh. What was a girl to do? Should she attempt to melt it? Could she even do that?

Deciding to bear the consequences of her slightly devious mind, Chunhua toweled her body off and changed. Stepping outside of the bathroom, she gestured for Felix to use it. Ignoring his protests, Chunhua located a hairdryer. Drying off her hair, she then patted it dry with a towel. Scoffing when Felix stepped out, she put her armband on and started putting her feet into her boots. "Still! It feels nice taking long showers. Besides, it's not like there's a clothes shop inside of the school. Where am I supposed to buy new outfits? Like I said last night, I'll probably get a job as soon as I can and find a clothes store, or something like that." Finally putting on her other boot, Chunhua took a few steps and nodded in satisfaction. Alright! So she could go at a leisurely pace to their destination. Yuuup.

No.
Let's not race.
How do you like them apples?

"I'm...wearing heels." She managed to say, but the boy already took off. Opening the door, she spotted him turning around and waving at her to hurry up. Gripping the door tightly, it helped her concentrate hard enough to form a tiny chunk of ice right under his heel. Hah, take this! Watching as he stumbled to regain his balance, Chunhua practically sauntered over to her roommate and gave him a smug grin. "There's no rush, is there? A minute later, she huffed as Felix gave his idle threat. "Unless you have pyrokinesis as a power and come at me with murderous intent, I really doubt that you're gonna destroy me." Staying close to Felix, once even grabbing on his shirt to ensure that they would not be separated, she then cringed at the headmaster's words.

“I realize some of you may have already seen it, but this is no ordinary course. It changes depending on whom steps on to take it. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Well s**t.

Giving a nervous laugh, Chunhua turned and whispered to Felix. "It's like he's omnipotent. Or was it omniscient? Omni-something." Sticking close to her roommate, Chunhua watched as he dealt with the bullets. Gaping at Felix's comment and lightly slapping his arm, the Chinese girl shook her head. "Don't say such cruel things like that. He's trying his hardest to deal with all of the bullets, but I think he's gonna die. Haaah, that'd be so bad! The headmaster dying in a brief show of his power." Still, it was much different actually being in the midst of the confusion than standing there watching it. Her expression morphed into one of pure awe, wondering how strong Tradi truly was. She had to become as strong as him! It'd be fun to use her power to its full potential, after all.

But could she really? The obstacle course changed into one with fire, and fire melted ice. Not to mention that it gave her a big shock. With so many distractions and a dry climate, could she really hope to take on the course? Returning the easy going grin of her roommate's, she paid close attention to the words. Oh! So she'd meet some of her fellow classmates. In the last group, there were no sophomores. Even Felix was a junior! It'd be good to get along with them. Giving a small gasp of surprise, she almost stumbled to the ground, but caught herself as she touched Felix's arm. The first touch of affection. If Chunhua was any different, she'd probably be blushing severely. "Looks like we need to split up. Don't run into trouble, yeo-dong-sang." But instead, she let out a small noise of annoyance at the cheek-pinching, weakly swatting his hand off as he finished. "I don't run into trouble all the time. I should say the same back to you, gege."

Splitting up was a mutual thing, and Chunhua frowned as she tilted her head. Professor Suman. Professor...Suman? Alright, who was that? Clapping her hands together as she made up her mind, she then decided to embark on a journey. A quest! For Professor Suman and the sophomores. Which was easier said than done. Bumping into someone who was covered in tattoos, she said a quick sorry, but then stopped to admire his tattoo'd body. "Wooow! You have so many tattoos." Pausing, then remembering her manners, she gave a small bow. Then, extending her hand, she introduced herself. "I'm Chunhua Song, a sophomore. It's rather awful that I might have to go and find a Professor Suman, but it's nice to meet you, regardless." Chunhua gave a small giggle, lifting a fist up to her mouth in an endearing sort of manner. "I have tattoos too! But it might look sketchy if I show you them now...ah! But not like it's a tramp stamp. I have one around my ankle and another...well, it's slightly embarrassing to say where it is! But I have two. How many do you even have?"

Chunhua Song. Making friends by talking about tattoos. What a girl.

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❝━━ xx Despite all the thoughts spinning rampantly in his skull, Ronan slept that night. For a little while.

After a while of roaming the halls, and eventually following a remaining trail of students into the dorm room, Ronan looked at his pamphlet and found his own. He was heavy with thoughts at first; they weighed him down, distracted him. He actually ran into a wall once. He eventually got over it, however. His eyelids had started to droop, and his limbs began to feel heavy. The entire day, he could feel this tiny anxiety pulling at his heart, a small amount of adrenaline coursing through his body and burning a hole in his concentration. He couldn’t remember how he ended up here, but he remembered his sister’s face – and he had to know if she was here too. But he had been looking, roaming random hallways in search of her. He never found her, and it plagued him until he found his dorm room and got a glance at his bed. He suddenly realized how tired he was, and how ready he was to delay his worries until sunrise. If she was here, he would know tomorrow. And maybe he was selfish for hoping she was here...but at least then she would be safe.

Then he met his roommate. Bambi Ricci, she had told him, and that wasn’t the end of it. At first he was surprised, but eventually he grew disinterested. How could she latch herself to him so easily? How could she keep a steady flow of words so endlessly? He shifted his weight uneasily, focusing his eyes to hers. He nodded, threw in a few ‘uh-huh’s, and occupied his thoughts with the image of his soft, comfortable looking bed. He wasn’t particularly interested in learning her life story, even if this was his roommate for the rest of his time here. Quite frankly, he was trying to get over his own life story and had no plans to add another into that mix, especially not now, when he was exhausted and just wanted to shove the world away. At her conclusion, Ronan let an audible sigh escape his lips, stretching out his arms before throwing his heavy backpack to the floor.
“I'm Ronan. That’s a camping bag, there’s food in it if you’re hungry. Goodnight.”

But it wasn’t over. In the middle of the night, he felt a shift in his bed. Light hadn’t even started to break, and the room was almost pitch black. What could be intruding in his bed at this time of night? None other than Bambi. Being half asleep and dull witted, he got himself ready to groan, and yell aloud. However, as he sat up and adjusted his eyes to the darkness, her sleeping figure seemed too peaceful to disturb. She did look scared. Earlier, she had seemed so relieved to see him. No, that wasn't it. He was just too tired to deal with this. What exactly is her problem? He wondered, but didn’t bother to think of answer. Instead, he retracted his legs to give her more room. Having a girl in his bed was weird enough; they didn’t need physical contact as well. That was his reasoning at least.

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Ronan’s eye peeked open. No matter how cliché, he wished desperately that he could wake up on the cramped tent floor, and half expected to. This was the first time in his life that he was disappointed to wake up in a comfortable bed. Thankfully, Bambi was no longer in it. He couldn't believe he let her stay last night. After lifting himself into a sitting position, he dragged his eyes across his new prison, which now visible thanks to the bright sunshine pouring in from the window. It was better than dirt in some ways, worse than it in others. When Bambi had finished preparing, he figured it was his turn. He wasn’t sure what he could really do to tidy up…did dead people care about hygiene? Was he dead? Shrugging, Ronan silently acknowledged her presence and ventured into the bathroom for his first spirit world shower. It wasn’t very exciting. Unfortunately his rucksack didn’t carry an extra set of clothes, so he had to redress in his previous outfit. Gross. But it's not blood stained or anything.

Of course, as Ronan left the room, Bambi trailed closely behind. The students crowded around the entrance to the dorm, and eventually he felt a hand grasp the cloth of his shirt. He raised an eyebrow as his roommate stumbled numerous times in attempt to stay balanced. He suddenly realized how his father felt when he was yelling at tailgaters on the road. It was beginning to grind at his nerves, so he spoke up, keeping his eyes straight ahead. “If ye took a step back er two, ye wouldn’t trip so much,” He whispered, irritation apparent at the edge of his voice. He didn't bother trying to mask the Scottish accent as he usually did, so it was debatable if she could even understand him. Ronan wasn’t sure if he had said something to give her the idea that latching onto him like a parasite was okay. It wasn’t – not to him. He followed outside, and then into the gym where a little show was in store.

All too suddenly, bullets were fired. Numerous bullets, speeding through the air faster than Ronan could react. He did have one reaction, however, and that was to reach back and grab his roommate’s arm tightly. “Rosa—“
The bullets were dodged. He was not harmed, and neither was anyone else. Despite this, Ronan couldn’t get his heart to slow down. It might as well have exploded out of his chest right then and there. As he turned his head to see if his company was alright, his mind almost shut off when he realized she wasn’t his sister. He immediately released his tight grasp on her arm, yanking his hand away with wide, dazed eyes. For a moment he just stared at her, but the sound of the bursting bullets pulled his attention once more. He took the bullet show as a welcome distraction until it was over. He almost didn’t notice the little detail about being “well-versed in your power.” It didn’t really cross his mind until he was turning in the direction of his tour guide. Unfortunately Bambi’s quiet voice reached his ears, and after seeing how terrified she was, he couldn’t let himself just walk away.

Frustrated with his own hesistation, Ronan let out an sigh and turned back to the girl, wondering just how long this would go on for. He didn't want to deal with this anymore; he wasn't the right person for this. He nearly regretted his angry thoughts after seeing her troubled face. He only stood still as she spoke, eyes averted. But her voice became frantic as she tried to make sense of the situation, and as his emerald irises found her face, his emotions deepened as well. Irrational frustration along with even more pity wracked his consciousness, and his blank expression softened. “Are you seriously...crying?” He was no longer aware of her fist grabbing his shirt, only the familiar trail of tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Look,” Ronan said finally, unsure of what exactly would be the appropriate thing to do in this situation. He was overcome with a new understanding of her, although he hoped it was only temporary. He placed his hand loosely on her shoulder, speaking in a slower voice. “I don't know what's goin' on.” Ronan shook his head softly, working his brain to come up with some solution that might be useful. He could think of nothing, however, and it proved to make him even more frustrated. She was obviously distressed, and there was virtually nothing - that he knew of - he could do to calm her down. And hopefully get her off his back. “Unless you're a junior, I can’t walk with you. But I can take ya over to your grade’s tour guide and stay with you until the tours begin. Then ye have to go alone.”

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Sweetly Despaired

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His strange sleeping habits had messed with him again. What an exciting night. Waking up possibly dead and then falling asleep early without really talking to anybody. Looking at the clock, noting how early he had woken up he decided to clean up a bit. Two hours. What can I possibly do for two hours? Waking up without the sound of other people around him was really strange. Living in a orphanage for most of his childhood, you get used to the sound of another's breathing or ruckus in the middle of the night. It almost made him sad that he couldn't help the workers in the morning tending to the little ones; making breakfast, or just making beds. Maybe he could request a room change so he could have a roommate, so he wouldn't get lonely as easily. It's not like he'd baby them or anything. Imagine how uncomfortable that would be.

After taking a shower and reluctantly putting the clothes he had on yesterday, he made his way out to the courtyard. Again, no people to interact with. He shrugged it off and just told himself that he was just early. There'd be people in a bit. Sitting down at a bench, well more like lying down and hogging the bench, he looking up at the sky; partially clouded he noted. What a nice place he ended up in. Normally he'd dread to go outside, seeing as it was either raining or snowing most days. Sure it was a bit chilly here, but definitely not enough to make him want to go back in. Even with just the thin jacket he had on. Sort of zoning out he hadn't even realized the people starting to file out of the buildings. What better time to go and find the place they were supposed to meet up?

Finding things, not his forte. Somehow he'd always end up somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. Or maybe he'd say he was lost, but was purposely there to mess with somebody. Although I am new here. It might be in my best interest to not-- Peaking around a corner he noticed a room with a plaque outside saying 'teacher's lounge' --On the other hand, he might as well find his way around this school. Smirking the tiniest bit he sneaked into the room, but unfortunate for him there were too many witnesses in the room for him to be all that sneaky. At being caught they sent him out, even with the pout he sported on his face.

Sadly his individual tour had ended and he made his way to where a good portion of students were crowded. Finding his way through the crowd to where he was supposed to be proved to be a challenge though. Even with his height he still was pretty lanky and didn't have a very 'assertive' sort of air. Students till shoved at, and elbowed him as he made his way across the river of students. With perfect timing he adds. The headmaster had showed up to give them a tour of the school, which James really did appreciate seeing as he was probably the only student to not explore. The tour was pretty casual until they were all introduced to the obstacle course, which most definitely caught his attention. He might say he was pretty impressed to other people, but in his mind he couldn't even comprehend what was going on. James could barely keep up. He watched in silent amazement after the performance was over. I wonder how long it took him to be able to do that.

Finally ending the tour and being assigned to a specific teacher, he scanned over the crowd looking for the group that looked most like sophomores. Freshman, for the most part, usually being the most unorganized, were all over the place. Seniors most of the time seemed to be the ones to get along the easiest, the most mature and much better at getting their s**t together. Juniors were usually like the seniors, but notably less mature. Then there was his group of sophomores. He knew this all since he was a junior, before he had came here. Making his way over to the group he thought to be his group and a lady, presumably Miss Suman trying to gather the sophomore's attention. Again, making his way across. This time proving much harder seeing as he accidentally bumps into somebody. A quiet "--sorry" he mumbles, but it's quickly lost in the conversation that the girl strikes up with him. After listening to her he replies with "Hi..Chunhua..?" He says, hoping he got her name right. "I'm James Crocker. I'm also a sophomore, and being fortunate to being this tall I've already spotted Professor Suman." Being quite proud that he can actually pride himself over. She tells him about her tattoos, but leaves his mind to think about the 'sketchy' location of one of them. Raising an eyebrow at this he can't help to think for a moment as to where that could be. "I've got.. let's see," counting on his finger to think of how many he's got, "if I'm counting correctly I've got eight. Although I don't need to point out two of them seeing as they're visible." He says pointing to the one on his neck and crossing his arms, but showing his sleeve tattoo at the same time.

Looking over his shoulder to where the sophomores are gathering. "Hey, we should probably go find our group, come on." He goes to grab for her hand, almost to lead her like he would a kid, but retracts his hand semi-casually. Being a gentleman he murmurs quiet, "excuse me's," and "pardon's" as they make their way over to their group.

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yamasennyamasennyamasenn╳ya ╳ma╳yamasenn▶xx'MY GLASSES...' tab tab ▶xxOUTSIDE tab tab ▶xxCROUCHING tab tab ▶xxSOME GREEN HAIRED GIRL + CRONIES
S'right, I got my name all in this b***h
yamasenn yamasenn yamasenn yamasenn


Finnegan Murphy groaned to himself as his new roommate thudded about like a herd of elephants wearing cymbals round their knees; the annoying girl had clattered into the room about four minutes after he had slipped into his bed the previous night, and she snored. He’d called his bed the second he’d entered, but had left his part of the room otherwise untouched. He didn’t plan on staying long; he would find a way out of here, and get home. He was far more intelligent than the rest of the cretins around him, especially those he had seen yesterday. And having totally avoided the noisy girl he was supposed to share a room with, he also managed to get up after her, therefore not meeting her at all. She was, however, the noisiest person he’d probably ever had the misfortune to meet. Before she left the room, she spent a good few minutes talking to herself out loud. Finn could have strangled her. But, as always, he stayed quiet, didn’t move, and simply got ready after the door had shut behind her. It didn’t take him very long to don the previous day’s clothing – though he grimaced slightly, finding a small stain on the sleeve of his shirt. It looked a little like grease, and, recalling his death – or perhaps near death, as the case may be – he sighed. He couldn’t think where he’d messed up the robot, or what had caused it to explode so fantastically. But he never really got the chance to admire the explosion, especially since everything went black a few seconds later. Glancing at the clock, Finn intended to check the time before leaving.

Instead of seeing the hands pointing neatly at the time, Finnegan instead staggered slightly, as a wave of head rush overtook him, making his skin prickle and tingle with a flash of warmth. He felt like he was going to faint, but inside his head, the mechanics of the clock dismantled themselves and showed him how it worked exactly. Clapping a hand over his glasses, and smudging the lenses, Finn swallowed hard, and turned his gaze away, instead heading for the door hurriedly. He stared at the wood, and not the handle or lock – which also sprung into his mind and showed him how it operated – and managed to stagger out into the corridor, and head in the same direction his annoying roommate had gone, staring at the floor and trying not to look at the lights, the fire alarms, or anything else similar to that. It had happened a lot yesterday, Finn had hoped it had been his imagination, or being over-tired, or something similar. Apparently not.

Finn joined the tour somewhere near the back, keeping his head down and his hands in his pockets. A few times someone attempted to greet him, to which he merely pursed his lips in response and turned away, nodding a polite hello, but otherwise ignoring them. One girl patted his arm sympathetically, whispering about how she was shy too, and Finn looked up at her, and gave her a condescending look; she’d taken her hand back and moved away sharpish, which suited Finn just fine. But it wasn’t until the headmaster began showing off in the obstacle course did Finn look up, and he regretted it; instantly he was taking in every aspect of each thing that he came up against; especially the guns. All at once, the information about their construction and how they worked filled his head, and he couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the shape of the barrels of the various types of gun. Finn wrenched his gaze away and clenched his fists, staring at the floor and breathing hard. He felt sick. This was horrible – sure he knew pretty much everything about these items immediately, but this was in the worst possible way. Information overload! He shook his head and closed his eyes, and stayed there for a long while, letting the morons around him flow around him like a living stream.

When he came back to himself and composed himself, people were fragmenting into groups; he had no idea where to go. He began heading towards a tall man with long hair, smiling cheerfully at everyone else, but he’d gotten about five steps when someone’s voice grew above the swell of noise; it sounded vaguely familiar, but Finn couldn’t place it – especially when he spotted someone’s wristwatch, and the tick of cogs pushed its way into his head. Rolling his eyes, Finn frowned, and managed to ignore it this time; since he already had the information, it was easier to focus on the present, he guessed. The voice seemed to come from an obnoxious green haired girl with goggles. She seemed like the typical arrogant type. Finn set off again, only to bounce off of someone’s shoulder; they shoved him blindly, and he staggered backwards towards the girl and her little group. Catching himself just before it was too late, Finn sent an icy glare towards the idiot that had shoved him, but he wasn’t even looking. Spitting out an insult beneath his breath, Finn began to move away when the girl’s fists shot out and nearly clipped him. Letting out an ungainly yelp (though the girl was probably no-where near hitting him, it was still a surprise) Finn staggered back again, hitting into someone else behind him, and bouncing forwards once again. His glasses slid off and clattered onto the floor, by the green-haired girl’s feet, and Finn squinted, scowling. ”Jesus Mary and Joseph…” he muttered, shuffling forwards to grab them. He glanced about to get a bearing on where exactly they led – his vision was awful without them – and he crouched just as someone’s foot moved. There was a crunch. Finn froze. Someone, some complete moronic imbecile had trodden on his glasses, and had most likely broken them. Still reaching his hand out, still crouched, Finn squinted at the blob of shoe on the twisted, blurry frame of what was once his glasses, still a little shocked.





<ooc> hA we all know who's actually stepped on Finn's glasses.
<ooc> we agreed beforehand that it'd happen sooooo
<ooc> ALSO I finally posted as Finn! O:



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[svnoyi inali]

OOＡｎｄ ｓｈｅ ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｆｏｏｌｓ
SVNOYI█ ▐ █████ ▐ ██████ ███████ █Ｗｈｏ ｐｌａｙｅｄ ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｒｕｌｅｓ▐██ ▐ ██
OＡｎｄ ｓｈｅ ｗｏｎｄｅｒｅｄ ｊｕｓｔ ｗｈａｔ ｗｏｕｌｄ'ｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ
OOOOOOＩｆ ｈｅ ｓｅｔ ｔｈｅｍ ａｌｌ ｆｒｅｅ
O● Ｉｎｔｏ ｈｅｒ ｆａｎｔａｓｙ
▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇OＦｒｅｅ ｔｏ ｄａｎｃｅ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｏｄｓ ａｇａｉｎ

Where// Gym Emotions// Meh. . .
Doing// Watching With// Sable, Various people

Music// Fang's theme- FFXIII OST

An amused chortle escaped parted lips as Aiyana watched the students reactions. Some of the students seemed excited, others looked nervous about the thought of powers, even still others seemed more confused than they had been before entering the gymnasium. Memories were pulled from the back of her mind when she looked at the students before her. How long had it been since she had been in a similar situation to them? Well, maybe not similar, but if nothing other than learning of her demise. How long had she wondered through the spirit world until Tradi had come to her and asked her to teach at this school? Years had blurred together and she had long since given up on trying to keep track. What she did know was that Tradi had entrusted her to guide these young ones in their search for answers. Aiyana did not think that she was the right choice for this job, but the headmaster had obviously seen something in her that she was not aware of. Whatever the case may have been Aiyana needed to trust in Tradi's judgement.

Forcefully pulling her attention back to the present Aiyana glanced around just in time to see Shosuke Ezikiya shoot her a warm smile. Aiyana, in turn, gave a brief wave of the hand and nodded in acknowledgement. Sho intrigued the woman. From what she had gathered from the whispers among other faculty members the dreams teacher was a trained fighter. Aiyana, being from a time were her people were in constant battle with the Puritans, was versed in the ways of combat as well. To her knowledge the two of them were the only teachers who seemed to have had any formal training before death. For this reason, and this reason alone, Aiyana willingly acknowledge this man as an equal, though she would never openly admit to this. The myths teacher wondered from time to time which of them was more skilled. Of course, she believed she could best Sho if there was ever a need to, but she would never truly know unless she saw what he was capable of first hand.

Cerulean eyes moved through the crowd until they fell upon a vision in black. Ms. Suman moved from the back of the crowd. Had she been tarty to the tour? It was not as if she could judge the young woman for it, after all she hadn't even bothered to show up for the assembly. Even still Sable seemed a bit out of sorts from her usual self, or at least what Aiyana had observed of the woman previously. Hiding herself behind her parasol she seemed almost embarrassed to be here. Keeping her distance Aiyana watched the woman with mild interest. People watching had become somewhat of a hobby of Aiyana since her arrival in the Spirit world. She was normally able to glean some kind of superficial information on the people she watched, for instance Sable did not seem all to comfortable with having to lead the tour group. Of course, simply going on a what she believed could easily prove wrong, but she enjoyed watching nonetheless.

A sigh escaped the dark skinned woman's lips once Sable spoke. The teacher lacked confidence in her speech. If she was expected to be a leader for these students how could she appear so bashful. Long strides shortened the distance between the two teachers until Aiyana was within reaching distance. Hello Ms. Suman. A soft, calm voice escaped her parted lips. A hint of a foreign accent licked at the syllables of the each word as proof that english was not her first language. It would seem as though I was not picked to lead a group of students. Would it be acceptable if I accompanied you to Charon? Pausing for a moment she tried to think of a reason as to why she would need to go to the with them. Giving a small, brief smile she nodded in the direction of where her class would have been. I need to grab a few things before school officially starts up. Just little this and thats. . .I shouldn't be in the way. Placing a hand on Sable's shoulder she gave a comforting pat. Taking a small step in front of the art teacher she cleared her throat. I believe Ms. Suman will be the chaperon for the sophomore group. If you would all please gather over here we may start the tour.

[Devils at Midnight]

Time Skip

All students are now at the tour unless they are planning to go elsewhere. Let the excursions begin!

[Kazza Reaper]

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xmy s∞ul is full of whispered song
xkazzamy blindness is my sight
xthe shadowskaz that I feared so long
xare all alive withzak light

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Right, it should be known that Illya was not a patient woman, not by a long shot. In fact, she was quite impatient, and that was probably fairly obvious as she stood there in her Lolita and tried her damnedest not to start stretching and forcing people out of her way as she did so while they waited what seemed like forever. She stood very still, a miracle in and of itself, with her arms wrapped around her waist, occasionally shifting from one foot to the next to keep the blood flowing. She let out an exasperated sigh and wondered what the hell was taking so damn long for the rest of the juniors to grace them with their presence. And what was the teacher thinking, just standing there waiting, she wondered. If Illya were the teacher, she would be standing up on the low stone wall and shouting for the students to hurry up. But she wasn’t the teacher, and the temptation was definitely still there. But she wasn’t going to do it.

She was roundabouts ready to ditch the tour completely when they finally started moving. And a good thing too, because Illya would have likely gone on her own tour and ended up ridiculously lost. She probably wouldn’t even be able to find her way back to the dormitories at this point, but at least she was still on campus. Off campus… well she might never find her way back to the dorms. But that wasn’t important because they were finally moving on.

She’d have to find another way to get into trouble then.

The first stop the Junior Tour would be making was Halcyon Park, however you said that, and, looking at the place, a devious grin formed on her lips. She trotted ahead of the group after she had looked around and come to a decision, she swung herself around, arms behind her back, and spoke in a voice just loud enough to carry.

“So, my fellow Junior students. I don’t know any of you yet, this might change, I might like you, I might dislike you, who’s to know? So, what say you? Let’s play a game~” she sang the last sentence, twirling around again.

“Who’s up for some Hide and Seek~?” she shouted and, without waiting for anyone to answer, knowing it was quite possible that no one else was fun enough to join her in the game, ran off for a stone archway.

She ran through the arch and into a copse of trees. It was fairly thick, but not dense enough that she had to worry about snagging her skirt on the branches or something, and she didn’t intend to stay therein for too long. She just wanted to be out of the line of sight as she lurked and looked for a real place to hide.

When she stepped out of the copse of trees, the brick she stood on let out a note of music into the air. She wasn’t the only person in the area; there were several people that were playing to their own tune as they touched everything to let loose a different note. She found it fascinating, and distracting, and decided that she shouldn’t hide there. Giggling like a fool with every step sounding a different note, Illya skipped to the other end of the musical… place. She didn’t know what to call it, but she liked it, even if she couldn’t play an instrument for the life of her.

Several more minutes of walking after she was away from the musical place, she found herself at a pond. There were ducks and people feeding them, and though she had nothing to give, she decided to sit in the grass a ways back from the water and watch the wind play ripples on its surface and hear the ducks argue over the choicest piece of bread.

It wasn’t exactly hiding, but hey, if necessary, she’d contort herself into a box, as cliché as that was, and it was very, very cliché. For now, she’d enjoy the day and see if anyone else had joined the game. She hoped they did, she didn’t want to be stuck with a bunch of boring students as classmates. Her roommate was bad enough, did she have to be cursed with an entire class?

She drew up her feet, wrapped her arms around her legs, and rested her chin on her knees, watching a mallard preen.

[Kirikeno]

MOST DAYS I'M CALLED ┓ kirienokirienokirienokirieno FOR MY BEAUTY PERHAPS ┓ kirienokirienokirieno
kirieno┕ ＷＡＲＲＥＮ ＹＵＡＬkirienokirieno┕ＹＯＵ ＭＡＹ ＦＡＬＬ
kirienokirienokirienokiri┏ .BUT PLEASE BE AWARE ✲ THAT LIFE ISN'T FAIR ┓
kirienokirienokirienoki┗ riIT'S NOT MY FAULT IF I DON'T GIVE YOU A CALL ┛
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Just a small blurb that was written before the timeskip that I got stuck on and isn't all-too relevant.

Satisfied with the outcome of his guiding, Warren stood by the entrance as students filed into the dorm building. He believed they would be able to take care of themselves and figure out their dorm room on their own - hopefully they all had enough sense to look at their pamphlets like Tradi had asked - but he figured he should at least linger around just for a little while longer, in case something were to happen. Before all the students were led inside, however, a familiar face stuck out in the crowd and a warm smile spread across Warren's lips. Approaching him was a fellow colleague, and a fine one at that. It was almost instinctive that Warren's eyes focused to the bandages wrapped around the other man's arm but of course, he wouldn't mention it right away. A proper greeting should always come first, after all.

"Ah, Pietro; is it quite the pleasure. It appears that it is you who was experiencing displeasure. It's not the first time that you were faced with a crime, so I'll tell you again to take me with you for good measure." Of course, he meant his words as a friendly voice of concern. It wasn't as if he thought Pietro needed a guardian or anything. In fact, he was quite the capable man.It was simply that Warren knew quite well how dangerous Charon City could be sometimes but then again, at least his colleague wasn't wandering around Eversus. That would have called for another level of concern. Now that the students were guided into the building, Warren took a quick glance around the area before looking back at Pietro with his usual welcoming smile. "I was getting a bit bored with this form but alas, now all the students have a dorm. So perhaps if you're free, you may accompany me as I go elsewhere and allow myself to transform." There weren't many people in Charon City who was familiar with Warren's power. At least, they didn't quite understand the details. Pietro, however, was one of the few residents who was informed with the details, so Warren is often less cautious around him, but in very subtle ways.


After an early morning round of the campus grounds, Warren had made his way towards the obstacle course. He knew that Tradi would be introducing it to the students during the tour, but he also knew about the small group of students that had wandered there the day before. In order to prevent any accidents from occurring, the teacher had taken it upon himself to monitor the area until the Headmaster came along with the students. Once he heard footsteps outside the room, Warren slipped behind the door as it opened and once enough students had piled in, took the form of an adolescent of their age in order to blend in. Oh, for heaven's sake. Must you really go that far? No need to show off. He thought as the guns went a-blazing and the dark-clad man jumped about. How reckless of him, letting his shades fall like that. Warren mentally deducted a few Stylish points for that.

Oh, this isn't good. How will I get out of here? I suppose I'll wait. Warren had gotten bored of limericks by the end of yesterday. Today feels like a day for haikus.

Silently, he followed the crowd of students. He wanted to do a little bit of people-watching before slipping away and returning as a teacher. As he stood by the sidelines, his disguised eyes skimmed the students and soaked in as many faces as he could, though only a handful actually made eye contact with him. In those cases, he simply gave a faint smile but looked away quickly as to not invite any conversation. It wasn't long before small clumps of students were formed and quick mental notes were taken. The blond and brunette. Green and the broken glasses. The ones with tattoos. The mental notes continued as he singled out traits that would help him identify the students in the future. His eyes continued to wander and although he was exceptionally skilled at taking in a lot of information, the amount of new faces was a little overwhelming. He decided to end his observations once he saw that the other teachers were making their entrances, so as silently and briskly as he could manage in the crowd, he slipped away and returned as the face the students had learned to identify as Warren Yual.

Once he was in sight, he clapped his hands twice to catch the attention of the students and kindly asked for the freshmen to group together. "My apologies. Please, freshmen; do come with me. Let's be on our way." With a faint smile, he waved his hand gracefully to signal that it was time to begin the tour.


TIMESKIP


The walk to their first destination wasn't too far away, but it might have been enough to make some of the students a little restless and perhaps a little nervous. Who knows what sort of paranoid thoughts they might have been having? Many a times did Warren reassure them that no harm would come there way and should there be any, he would do all in his power to protect them. There's no reason not to, of course. Along the way, Warren said nothing of himself aside from the fact that he was a teacher who would be teaching the senior course, Truth. Of course, he had given his name once more in case anybody had forgotten but aside from that, he was still a completely mystery to the students he led. Aside from that, his words went through once again what Tradi had mentioned during the assembly and the tour. He emphasized on the fact that the armbands would prevent the students from leaving the boundaries, but also reassured them many times that although many of them must be anxious, it his part of his job to speak to the students if any troubles should arise. "Please do not worry. I am always here to help, if that's what you want." Accompanying his suave tone was a charming smile to match and although one would think his overall composure would be relaxing, he couldn't blame the students who showed physical signs of doubt and anxiety. He was a bit of a mess when he had first arrived as well, after all.

Finally, the restaurants and shop came into view. With a few small hand gestures, Warren signalled for the students to pile along the side as to not block the paths of any other beings walking about. "This is our first stop; downtown of Charon City. I'm sure you'll have fun." He started while gesturing down the road. "There are many shops. I suggest you buy some clothes, before you run out." The students had to have realized by now that the only clothes they had were the ones on them, as unfavourable as that may be. "Don't be scared to ask, if you have any questions. I'm here to guide you." He would have loved to add an "after all" at the end, but sadly that would be far too many syllables to keep his speech poetic yet structured as he intended. Being Warren Yual can be a bit of a pain every now and then but alas, he endures. "There is no hurry. Please, look around all you want, but avoid alleys. Those are dangerous, and although you may be tough, please don't be reckless." The last thing he wanted to have to do was tear a student away from one of the ruffians of the city. With that, he turned his body to the side as if to open the way to the many stores and restaurants that were sure to capture the interests of the students. As they would gradually start dispersing, Warren did his best to keep track of where they went and for any possible dangers around the area.


Location: Downtown Interaction: Freshmen



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ＴＯＤＡＹ I AM ❝ WARREN YUAL ❞kirienokiri
BUT THAT MAY NOT BE THE CASE TOMORROWkirienokirie