Utopia Academy [MOVED ON 04/04/15]

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[Nebula Arisen]

Companions: Lilia >> Lilia, Iolandi and Fwindae
Location: Etiquette Classroom
Theme: We Walk
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Jamal glanced up when his dance partner made a soft sound, her hand squeezing his. He couldn’t quite read her expression, but it looked a little sad. Had he offended her?

"I... I am not familiar with my countries dances…" she quietly admitted, as though she were ashamed.

He frowned, his gaze darting back down to his feet to make sure he wasn’t in danger of stepping on her toes. It hadn’t been his intention to make her feel badly over the matter. Not everyone danced. He certainly wouldn’t have started himself if his sister had not...er, encouraged him to do so.

"Oh- I apologize, Mister Yaron. You must think of me as strange." Lilia said, and though she gave a gentle laugh, it held little joy in it.

He met her eyes with his, and oh, how he ached to wipe the sadness away from her. He never could abide a woman’s sorrow.

"No, not at all," he said gently, feeling quite bold in giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

She smiled smally, eyes sliding shut, and he admired the way her long lashes rested lightly upon the top of her cheeks.

"I have always been very sickly, and was never allowed to do things that could possibly bring on harm to my weak body." she explained in a lighter tone.

Jamal felt sympathy well in his heart. Though he could not understand the pain of being ill all your life, he knew how it felt to be confined to a bed for weeks on end, forbidden to rise and do anything that could bring harm to himself or to others. There were still some nights where he woke and thought his wrists were manacled to the floor, spells etched into the metal that would keep him confined until someone let him loose.

"Ah- but I have been doing much better these last few months! And it was nothing contagious. I mostly suffer from heart and lung troubles. So please do not worry!" Lilia hurried to add, her eyes fluttering open.

Did she fear that he would pull away from her, and reject her for her illness?

"I--"

Distracted as he was by their conversation, he had not been looking down to keep track of their footsteps, but he certainly felt it when his foot tangled with hers. He gasped as she fell forward, but thankfully he was able to bear her weight and keep his own balance so that they didn’t fall to the floor.

Lilia quickly jerked back, her face flushed. Jamal was probably a bit pink himself.

"P-p-please forgive me Mister Yaron! I was not paying attention to where I was stepping..." she said fervently, those lovely blue eyes of hers beginning to shine wetly. "How shameful of me."

Jamal shook his head, resuming the proper position for the dance. This time he remembered where to place his hands.

"There is nothing to forgive, my lady," he assured her. "Sometimes we must stumble if we wish to become good at something. If anything, it is my own fault. I should have kept a closer eye on our feet."

He began to lead, this time at a slower pace so that they may speak and dance without worrying too much over tripping each other again.

"As well, I wish to assure you that my first concern regarding you is not whether your illness is contagious or not," he continued, meeting her gaze warmly, and hoping to ease the sadness dwelling within her. "But your comfort and wellbeing is."

Jamal thought for a moment, recalling her earlier shame over being unfamiliar with her country’s dances. He could hardly blame the girl considering what sort of life she must have had, being confined to bedrest.

"As well," he said again, "there is no shame in not being familiar with something. I know I am ignorant to many things. I am confronted with this fact everyday that I remain here. My ignorance is not limited to a foreign place, either. Back home, my mother weaves the most sublime of tapestries and robes."

He smiled, a familiar longing ache for better days squeezing at his heart.

"When I was a boy, I would sit and watch her work at her loom, and it was as though patterns and scenery burst from her hands. It looked like such fun, too, that I would beg her to try it," he chuckled. "And for some reason she let me. By the time she finally pulled me away, her loom was hopelessly tangled with thread. I think it may have taken her two days to detangle it all. She never did let me--"

A loud crash interrupted his story (though he had likely been boring poor Lilia with his longwindedness), and Jamal pulled Lilia away a few steps, looking up to see Incendi and the princess having some sort of heated altercation. Even as other people approached them to intervene, Jamal did not feel too concerned. After all, Incendi’s powers were currently nullified, and the Phoenix Princess had gained her title for good reason. In fact, Incendi’s choice to pick a fight with her was likely of the good for Jamal, for any influence he may have had over her was now surely weakened.

He looked to Lilia, who appeared shaken, her face paler than it had been before.

"It seems Madame Videre has that well under hand," he said, eyes flicking back to watch the princess and Incendi be sent off to different areas of the room.

"Come, have you any tales from home?" Jamal asked, drawing her back into the dance, and hoping to distract her. Someone as gentle as Lilia had no use for dwelling on conflict.

He listened patiently as she spoke, smiling and reacting when appropriate, and keeping a closer eye on their feet so that they wouldn’t fall over each other again. Considering how she had reacted the first time, he wasn’t sure how well she would take it another time.

All too soon, Madame Videre drew everyone’s attention to her, and announced a change in groups, as well as determining that it was time to exchange partners. All of the necessary information was written on the board, which was made quite useless to Jamal.

He gave a quiet sigh, and resigned himself to having to admit his ignorance to one more thing to sweet Lilia. He felt she wouldn’t think unwell of him for it, or at least wouldn’t say as such aloud, but he still felt some measure of embarrassment mute his voice for a moment.

"Ah...my lady, I am afraid that I cannot read the common tongue," he finally managed to say, his usual placid expression hiding any shame he felt. "Would you know who my next dance partner is?"

Thankfully, she did, and he smiled warmly at her. "Thank you, Lady Lilia. Both for being so kind as to help me, and for dancing with me."

She led him to a beautiful woman with sun kissed skin and long brown hair, and a dark haired man. Jamal took a step forward, inclining his head respectfully.

"Please excuse my interruption, but I believe it is time that I dance with this lovely woman."

[Alien Mayo]

With: No one specificallyxxxxxLocation: ClassroomxxxxxFeeling: Unsure of what she should do

OOC:


”Mistress, I believe we have gathered enough information from this town. Shall we begin our journey back in the morning?”

”Yes. We do not want to stay here for longer than needed. All of you rest well tonight. We will leave before sunrise.”

(All) ”Yes, Mistress.”

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It had been a long journey, however Esther Crawford and her team made it back safely. Before leaving for the royal palace, she first would go home and clean herself up. One must look proper when presenting themselves to the royal family.

Standing in front of the door to her home, she closed her eyes and sighed before opening it and walking inside. ”I have returned.” she said aloud. Rustling could be heard from further inside the house, followed by the sound of several doors shutting. She stood in the doorway for a few moments until it had become completely silent in the home.

This had become routine in the family house. Whenever Esther returned, everyone distanced themselves so as not to fall victim to her ability. It was tiring to have to keep their emotions under control, and they found it to be easier to just keep away. Even her own team only stayed near her when on the job. Although it was rather saddening, Esther respected their wish to stay away from her. It was understandable. She quickly cleaned herself up before heading out the front entrance of the house. As soon as she shut the door behind her, she could hear faint noises coming from inside.

The royal family seemed pleased with what Esther had shared with them. Another job well done she believed. However, she couldn’t help but overhear chatter about the kingdoms prince, Fwindae and princess, Ashia. From what she gathered, it seemed that the two had been attending a school called Utopia Academy. This thought didn’t sit well in her stomach. Esther had heard rumor of this school, and it was nothing good. Though she knew the King felt his children should be able to handle themselves, was it really such a good idea to send both heirs to this school? Even if one of Abyss’ nobles had been sent along, a duke by the name of Exanir from the Kostos family, was that really enough? She could not help but feel a bit worried over this matter.

Only a few days had passed before Esther came to the conclusion that she would also attend Utopia Academy. She could not sit by while the heirs of the kingdom were in any possible danger. She knew her presence would not be missed much at home, and that the others living there would take care of things while she was gone. Esther gave orders to her team to continue gathering information as usual without her assistance. It would only be a matter of time until she would be picked up by an escort sent by the school. She had to make sure everything was ready before her departure.

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”After you Madam.” the escort said with a bow as he opened the door of the carriage for Esther. She gave a slight bow of her head before stepping inside and taking a seat. The escort continued to pack Esther’s luggage into the carriage before getting in himself, sitting across from her. He gave her a grin before stating ”We are all ready to go, Madam!” He was a rather cheerful gentleman. Hopefully it would stay that way for the entirety of their trip.

Esther remained silent for the most part. Responding to the escorts chatty behavior with an occasional nod or smile. However, as time went by, the escort seemed to talk less and less. His facial features growing more sad. Eventually he began to spill his sorrows onto Esther. Explaining how his cheerful attitude was only a cover to hide his sadness. His wife had recently left him and took their two children, leaving him all alone. He continued on and on about how hard it was to keep up the happy facade, and how much he wished his wife would return to him. It only became worse, until it came to the point where he began questioning his own reason for living. Which resulted in uncontrollable sobbing for the last half an hour of their trip.

Once they arrived, Esther bowed her head toward the man before stepping out of the carriage. She knew she was the reason behind his outburst and heartache. The best thing she could do for him was not to offer him words of comfort, but to bring herself far away from the man. Servants came from the inside the school to retrieve her luggage. She expected no less from a school that catered to royalty. Thanking the servants for their time and effort, she made her way inside the school.

Another servant quickly came up to her as she entered the school, insisting to show Esther to her first class. Was she really that late? The carriage ride must have taken longer than she originally anticipated. As she and the servant walked down the hallway, Esther kept herself a good distance away from the woman. Even though she continued to ask Esther to keep up, she continued to keep a slow pace. Although the servant did not know of her abilities, it was best she never find out. They continued making their way toward the classroom, when Esther couldn’t help but notice a small spider sitting on the wall. Quickly walking up to where it sat, she reached her fingers out toward the arachnid and it crawled onto her hand. ”Why hello there, little fella.” she said cheerfully. The servant looked at her as though she were insane for touching such a thing, however it did not bother her. Esther was not afraid of the eight-legged creature. In fact, its bright colors appeared more beautiful to her than frightening. The servant seemed to be shocked, but did not speak up about it. Instead, she turned her head before continuing to lead Esther to the classroom.

Once arriving, Esther entered the classroom quietly so as not to disturb anyone. Students filled the room, dancing with partners. Glancing around at the steps that were executed by the students, she gathered that this was the waltz; a universally accepted dance. However, there was just one problem with this set up. Esther would have to get very close to someone. She could only hope she would be put aside for being late, or paired with someone who held a strong heart. Her eyes scanned the room for only a few seconds before she spotted the one she had been looking for. Fwindae Valnim. She noticed the smile held on his face. At the moment it seemed there was nothing for her to worry about. For now, she would focus on getting herself established into class.

She quietly stood by the door, waiting for an opportune time to come forward. Should she make her arrival known to the teacher? Or just wait quietly for the teacher to come to her? Looking around the room, she noticed there were quite a few people who could be the teacher of this class. How was she to know which of them it was? It seemed standing quietly until further instructed was her best bet. Esther looked down to see that her little friend was still resting on the top of her hand. ”Ah.” she said before pulling her hand closer to her face. ”I had almost forgotten about you, my friend.” she said as a slight smile formed on her face. The arachnid was so beautifully colored, it was stunning. ”However, I must bid you farewell for now. Wouldn’t want to put you in danger if anyone were to spot you.” she whispered to the creature before crouching down and letting it crawl under the door of the classroom and back into the hallway. Standing back up, she stood straight against the wall and fiddled with her fingers as she awaited further instruction.

[street riot]

xxxx☪ xxxxＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ: Etiquette Class
xxxx☪ xxxxＷＩＴＨ: Sirah > Willow > Alice > Deniz, Gunter, and Maren
xxxx☪ xxxxＷＥＡＲＩＮＧ: Clothes
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Peeta waited for Videre to give him an answer. She stared at him, with interest. Seconds passed, then minutes, until finally she became aware of herself. She hid behind her fan as she made quick apologies and lead him to his partner. Peeta said nothing about it. Travelers who came to stay at the estate were very often taken with his appearance. It was a rarity, even in Luna, for someone to be born with traces of the cosmos laced into their features. Many young Lunarians possessed a light to them--silver hair that shimmered like moonlight was a common trait. Crystal pale skin was a characteristic he shared with much of the kingdom, but he was...cursed? Blessed? He wasn’t sure. His unusual eyes had garnered unwanted attention from his family and their fellow practitioners. He spent much of his early childhood trying to learn different ways to walk with his eyes closed before settling for a downcast gaze.

“Mister Hubble, this is Lady Sirah. Lady Sirah, this is Peeta Hubble. For the time being, he is going to be your dance partner. I have faith that you will both do well in today’s lesson. Carry on!”

He bowed to Sirah as she curtseyed, this time keeping one hand behind his back and the other folded across his chest. He didn’t know where she was from, certainly not Luna with her complexion. In a situation where touching a stranger could be insulting...well, he preferred to keep contact to a minimum with people anyway. He played it safe.

”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sirah.” The words were rehearsed though no less-lacking in charm. He came from a family of well-practiced pretenders. There were things he’d rather be doing than polishing his dancing. He didn’t even like dancing, if he was honest. However, as far as Sirah or any partner of his was concerned, there was, of course, no greater honor. ”May I have this dance?”

She took his outstretched hand, and responded with an answer that he suspected was as familiar as his own formalities. Then she stared, making three today who’d been distracted by the abnormalities in his face. Peeta forgave her more easily than he did Videre, as he was staring at Sirah’s unusual clothing in turn. Strange get up. Nothing like what the people wore at home. He wondered where she was from. The darker skin tone made him first think of Stilicidium. She wasn’t one of the students, though Videre had referred to her as Lady. Servant then, not that he minded that, but he was curious as to what the staff thought of their new headmaster and his idiotic pony show. Maybe--

She noticed he’d noticed her staring. “Forgive,” she said with a light laugh. A small reply, just as simple as her accepting his dance. Clearly there was no language barrier between them, and yet… Neo had mentioned once, that there were...peculiar places where the people were trained to speak a certain way. The more Peeta played with the memory, the more his dance partner took on a different shape in his mind. If he was right about her, she had certainly moved up in the world. Not everyone in that position was so lucky.

“Eyes.”

There again, another short description. Though the subject matter had him shaking his head. ”The apologies should be mine. Unfortunately they have a knack for being an unwanted distract--”

He was cut short when he felt her fingers under his chin, tilting his gaze skyward. “Beautiful,” she said, and Peeta shifted his gaze to the side, fighting back the color from his face.

The compliment he was used to. People he didn’t know taking his face, tilting it this way and that, in their hands and examining him, commenting on how well he would please Hecate when the time came. This though, it was different somehow. ”...Thank you.” He didn’t know how else to respond, and was glad that the class was interrupted before his loss of words became too evident.

And the subject of that conversation was far more intriguing than how beautiful his eyes were. He watched as all the teachers left the room, out of the corner of his eye as he danced with Sirah. When he’d afforded the girl enough attention they parted ways with more niceties. Now he could focus on the incident at hand without interruption, namely eavesdropping on the conversation that was meant to be kept private. In Luna anything said behind closed doors was almost always something meant to pull one over on you later. Abrupt teacher’s conference in the hall? After Utopia’s track record he didn’t trust that for a minute.

He walked to the other side of the room and leaned against an empty desk, providing cover for his summons as he watched the others dance with his arms crossed over his chest. His irises shifted, swirling through space to settle on the constellation Perseus. The very first hero of legend. Usually Peeta didn’t summon the human stars, but for reconnaissance… Well, he could trust Perseus was skilled enough to remain unseen. He’d been crafty in all his tales.

Perseus stood behind his back on the desktop, no more than an inch tall, silhouette like a spinning black hole dotted with stardust. ”Et scribae mittere in aula. Volo famam,” (The teachers in the hall. I want a report.) he said, quietly so no one around would hear, and Perseus dropped to the floor without a word, sneaking through the legs of the chairs and desks and behind bookshelves until he slipped under the door to the classroom and disappeared from view.

Now the part he hated. Waiting. And what to do with his time? He scanned the classroom, eyes lingering on Mordecai. Networking. He wasn’t surprised, though he was dancing rather well for someone who burned to death in a fire not too long ago. To think he was mourning such a person not a month ago. He snorted and looked away, his opinion of Luna and its citizens remained unchanged.

Utopia, it would seem, offered a wealth of distractions, however, as a muscular woman nearing his height came up to him with a deep bow. Peeta leaned against the desk casually, arms folded across his chest, eyebrows raised. His gaze shifted from side to side, and he inclined his head slightly to see if anyone was behind him. No one. She was bowing to him then. Well now. Wasn’t that interesting.

”May I have this dance?” she asked.

Peeta wasn’t fond of dancing, especially when he didn’t have to, but this could be something worth pursuing, if not just to occupy his time while he waited for Perseus. ”So long as you don’t expect me to curtsey,” he said, falling into her attitude the way a chameleon falls into color. People were more accepting to those who acted like they did. Etiquette wasn’t always about perfect manners. Something Madame Videre was likely to not understand.

”Pffft, nah. Do you wanna take the lead, or shall I?”

Straightforward. To the point. Nothing flowery, probably competitive, and with her physique on top of it she was most undoubtedly Maritan. He challenged her immediately and forwent the bow altogether. ”We'll just have to see which one of us is better at it.”

She grinned, and he knew he’d hit all the right social marks with her. ”You’re on.”

Peeta offered a rare grin of his own in response and took her hand, letting her lead first. It was refreshingly simple to know exactly what was expected of him and be able to follow through, but they had barely taken their first few steps before she asked, ”So, you’re Peeta Hubble, right?” So much for simple. He paused. How did she know his name? How did some random girl from Mars of all places know who he was? He wasn’t a prince, and even as a duke he wasn’t well known.

”Do we...know each other?” he asked. She laughed and told him his hair gave him away, which didn’t answer his question at all. He looked at her with a cynical eye, only managing a few more steps before the teachers came back into the classroom.

Gunter’s second idiotic display of power was calling on another clearly Fukanzen student as victim.Peeta was noticing a pattern here, first Lavill, then all the Funkazen students assigned to sit away from the others. Now punishments for non-existent rules. His harsh treatment was garnering him any favors. Even a Stillicidian was affronted, and he doubted the tan man blocking Fux’s way didn’t recognize the girl’s Funkazen features.

The room had a heavy silence over it as Peeta studied the varied reactions to push down his own, some scared, some angry, some worried more about their future selves than the girl in question. Nearby the Lucifian heir looked particularly green around the gills. The royalty of Lucifia was renouned for being classically perfect. Alice being everything a prince and princess should be by fairytale standards. This must be particularly hard to stomach, a fact which was proven when Alice took a step forward as if to put her two cents in as well. Peeta’s reaction was immediate, a gentle hand on her shoulder to stop her from interfering.

If it were Delilah or Neo in that girl’s position… There was no reason to make it two instead of one. ”Getting yourself put in a cell does not help her get out of one,” he said quietly, and he moved forward instead, slipping his hands in his pockets as he approached Gunter from behind with an easy slouch.”If you’re putting on a show to make an example of someone,” he began, walking around to stand near the Stilicidian at doorway. The bigger man was handling things on a surface level, and Peeta leaned against the wall by the door. ”Then you can be certain it’s a display no one here will forget.”

A room filled with royals. Did he think this girl had no friends? That her kingdom would not catch wind of their represenatives’ treatment? What of the Musicians and their matriarchal society? Surely this was not the way they would see a woman of any social standing treated. For various reasons across the cultures, there were a select few who would tolerate Fux’s continued behavior. All eyes were on him, and in the coming future it would be wise for him to watch his back.

[Kurisumasu]

Where: Visio's Class
With: Willow
Wearing: Outfit
OOC:

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Eirwen wasn’t pleased with his sudden outburst. It was to be expected though. ”Kaden stop it,” she hissed at him and he just smirked in response. Was this the first time Eirwen had ever been so forward with him? Most of the time she seemed almost hesitant to speak at all, but this.. he quite liked the show of confidence. ”D-Don’t provoke him into coming over here...” Spoken in a pleading whisper, her confidence was gone just like that. At least he wasn’t the only who wasn’t afraid to voice their opinion. "Cheers, Kaden!" Called a female voice in agreement.

After offering some reassuring words, the two of them remained silent for the rest of the dance. Kaden couldn’t help but notice that Eirwen’s skin felt a few degrees hotter than it usually did and was also a lighter pink. Maybe she had a bit of motion sickness from all the dancing. It wasn’t terribly uncommon, so he slowed his steps a bit just in case. After another twirl and few more steps the dance came to an end and he bowed while she curtsied. “Thank you for the lovely dance Eirwen.”

"Students, your attention please! It appears that there was an unexpected shift in persons available for the lesson. Please review the board, for I have changed a few groups to continue the lesson accordingly. As of this moment, whether you have completed the steps or -- for whichever reason -- are just beginning, please end your dance and begin moving to your new partner as I have written on the board. Thank you."

He recognized the voice of Madame Videre announcing the partner change. He was supposed to dance with.. Willow right? He looked in the direction of the board to find out if that was still the case, but it was pointless to try and decipher letters from the overwhelming haze.

”...I don’t think anything’s changed for us,” Eirwen said, easing his mind a bit. ”I guess our group will just rotate partners now.” He nodded, “Alright the-” A figure appeared in front of him before he could say anything more. It kneeled forward into what he assumed was a bow and then asked for a dance. Well, it looks she found her partner. Now where was his? His eyes surveyed the room looking for the familiar spot of red that marked Willow. The colors were dancing all around him, hardly people shaped as they moved about. Some were still while others combined into one at the ticking of the metronome. In one corner he caught sight of a large flaming mass so bright in it’s color that it was almost painful. That wasn’t it… He quickly looked away only for his eyes to land on yet another red shape although not as full in comparison. Nope… Kaden remained where he was until a tap of his shoulder alerted him to a person behind him. He turned and there was that familiar speck of red which stood out brilliantly against a sea of black hair, Willow. "Hey, Kaden, looks like we’re up."

He smiled. “So we are.” Thank the heavens! There was no way he was going to find her on his own. He bowed and then offered her his hand. “It is a pleasure to dance with you Willow. Shall we then?” He led them to what appeared to be an empty area, and after a brief period of confusion was able to properly position his hands. At such a close distance he could tell that she was about the same height as Eirwen, but was far more muscular than her, a quality he was not used to seeing in women from his own kingdom.

“So you are friends with Eirwen correct?” Kaden asked once they were settled into the dance. “I hope she hasn’t caused you too much trouble, he chuckled jokingly. His balance was still off, and his movements were as slow as ever, but Willow seemed to have the skill to compensate for it. “You will have to excuse me. I’m really not the best lead with my current circumstances. I hope that it doesn’t deter you too much.”


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[Naturana]

☾♦ωhere:♦☾ Classroom
☾♦ωith:♦☾ Alone >> Sirah >> Peeta >> Peeta & Sirah >> Ven >> Esther >> Ven & Esther
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Winter Attire




A curt smile was plastered upon her delicate features as she watched the students curtsy and bow to move on to another partner. She nodded approvingly and continued to jot down squiggly numbers on parchment by just as squiggly names. She stepped away from the desk to circle the room and watch the transitions take place, especially with the shorter ladies. Her smile grew when looking upon the students she already knew would excel. Mister Arom, Miss Alto, as expected. an apologetic look in her eyes took over glancing at her angel and the servant man, Oh Alice, I am sorry to inconvenience you with Sir Ramirez... she would be lying if she said she did not feel that Sir Ramirez was being selfish with his request that no student know that he can understand them. Rather rude, actually.

While walking around the room, she did not notice the door opening or the servant girl entering. Soft scratches at parchment were interrupted by a softer voice.

"Madame?" a female's voice. Visio turned her head to the girl and offered a smile to the familiar face of Sirah. "Assistance." the servant curtsied ever so pleasantly, "I am Sirah."

A sad fact of life is that the help often shows more etiquette than royalty...or rather, it seems that way here in Utopia.

"Thank you for arriving in a timely fashion, Lady Sirah." she nodded to the girl, "Thankfully, in a more typical setting than our last meeting." she smiled curtly at the memory. Her sewing needle still had remnants of blood from sewing an open wound, and an orphaned tea cup still sits upon her vanity in memoriam to the precious set she lost that day. "Well, as you can see, currently my lesson is of ballroom dancing, but a gentleman was in need of a lady." she explained, unsure if the girl was prompted before being sent to the classroom. She grabbed a rag off the small board that held the chalk and wiped away the word 'servant'' and replaced it with Sirah's name. "Just wait here a moment, your partner will approach you shortly."

With that, the teacher returned to her routine of walking around and marking grades. But it was not too long before the student who was to be approaching Sirah approached Visio instead. The teacher maintained her composure, though her thoughts were that of harsh themes. It was common for the Lunarians to be rather uppity, and she expected such was especially true of royalty.

"Madame Videre?" the dark haired duke asked.

"Yes?" she asked innocently. He paused and bowed when she was facing him, and gingerly placed her hand upon his forehead in a Lunarian greeting. Even she could not keep a smile from such a polite gesture.

"I apologize if I'm interrupting anything, but if you'll allow me to introduce myself...I'm Peetaromulous Hubble,"

Despite already knowing your name, personal introductions are always welcome. Well done Mister Hubble.

"If you would be so kind, would you please refer to me as Peeta?"

"As opposed to Peetaromulous? Yes, certainly." she said slowly, wondering if Sir Ramirez would mind forging a new nameplate. "Is there something else you wished to discuss? Do you need assistance with anything?"

"I came hoping to inquire about the lesson."

"Ah, go on?"

"Unfortunately I'm unfamiliar with the face associated with my partner's name, I was wondering if you would do the honors of introducing me?" the woman could almost swear she saw a shooting star in his eyes.

Just a moment... her thoughts trekked elsewhere. She thought he was vaguely familiar from somewhere, but she would know if she had met a royal. At the very least, a born royal, as opposed to a rising royal such as the case of Miss Crest. Then she remembered, in the dance room. She saw him, floating about in a place a student was not meant to be at that hour, and he disappeared as soon as she went to find him. But he looked so lost, where would he have gone? Her heart raced with a rushing realization, Oh my Mother Moon, he is a Starling....

Starlings were characters from a story told around her hometown. It was very much possibly isolated to her corner of Luna, or possibly something only peasants knew of to influence their children to stay in line. It was a simple legend about Mother Moon sending the stars to test the children and see if they were worthy of joining their mother in her real kingdom. They were described to look like any ordinary man or woman, except for a very defining map of stars that laced their hair and eyes, to remind the Lunarians where it was they belonged. The story went on to claim that any Lunarian that was personally approached was a likely candidate to meeting Mother Moon in her kingdom when their life on this planet was complete. Oh, but that is impossible...it makes no sense..why would a Starling be a royal? Simply unheard of...and yet... She thought back to that lost face. Did this little one lose his way home...? it had been too many years since she heard the story. Her companions from home would be rather curious as to why she would ask them to dig up the old storybook.

She thought in silence, giving the boy an analytical look as her theories ran wild. Her face flushed when she realized she had been staring, and the fan quickly covered her cheeks.

"Yes, of course! Oh, of course. My apologies." she looked around while fanning herself. His partner, who was his partner-- Sirah! "Lady Sirah, this way, please." she smiled, quickly regaining her composure as she led him to the servant girl. "Mister Hubble, this is Lady Sirah. Lady Sirah, this is Peeta Hubble. For the time being, he is going to be your dance partner. I have faith that you will both do well in today's lesson. Carry one!" she chimed before walking away and trying to fan the embarrassment away.

Her desk made a nice escape destination, where she could sit and fan away as innocently as she possibly could. Thankfully she had Headmaster Fux preoccupied with the lesson, hopefully he did not see her misstep in position. However, her desk was not free from anyone. In fact, there was a new face standing in front of it. A teacher's work is never done, especially within her own classroom. She approached him and excused herself before walking around her desk and pulling out the roster. She scanned the names briefly, going over who she knew was here and who was still missing.

"Mister Ignaught, I presume?" she asked, lowering the scroll. "I dare not ask why it was that you were tardy." she stated coldly before marking off a point by his name, "Unfortunately, there are no other ladies available. You will have to wait a moment while I call for another servant." she explained while rolling the class roster neatly. When she looked up, however, another face was revealed to her. "Hm...or perhaps not...please, wait here."

Visio walked towards the girl, narrowing down who she may be based on the fact that Miss Crest's hair was as silver as the moon's surface, as opposed to the darkness of the night The Mother is surrounded in. The girl was waiting patiently, probably unaware of which professor was the one assigned to the class.

"Miss Crawford?" she asked the girl, making sure she had the name correct. "Tardiness is not something I take to kindly. Follow me to my desk, please." she ordered before turning and walking briskly to her desk. She made it a point for her shoes to click under her to emphasize her dissatisfaction. "Miss Crawford, this is Mister Ignaught. The both of you will be partners for the current rotation -- the lesson is a simple waltz."

The Etiquette Professor walked to the board and wrote their names in a separate group of their own while she went over what she expected of them. It was exactly as she told the students in the beginning: Gentleman asks, lady accepts. Bow, curtsy. Where to put hands, how to step, how to close. What she did not tell them, or any of the students, was that conversation was typical of this dance, and those that seemed engaged were getting bonus points. But, that's exactly why they were not told: they would not be a 'bonus' otherwise.

"Now, do not dally." she scold them after she turned around, "You have missed enough class as it is."

[Kumako Shock]

To say that she was surprised when he stopped dancing would have been an understatement. She hadn't been expecting it at all, and so she fell into his chest. Aleithia tried to scramble back off of him quickly, but quicker than she expected his hand was on her head. The added weight was a strange sensation. It wasn't exactly unpleasant. Actually, if anything it was pleasant. Just, well, extremely foreign.

"I am sorry for the sudden outburst." His comment surprised her. The petting surprised her more. Now that she wasn't smashed into his chest anymore, she glanced up at him curiously. Was it not her place to apologize in this situation? Or did he mean that he hadn't intended to call her a failure? Questions swam in Aleithia's head, and none of them she could answer herself. On one hand, she knew he wasn't lying about his apology. On the other, she didn't know what to say to him. Did she accept an apology she didn't think she deserved? Should she point out that logically she was the one at fault? A whole new set of questions came to mind. She didn't have anything that made sense to say, so she decided to keep her mouth firmly shut.

Just as suddenly as they had stopped, Jay was leading her back into a dance. However, now he was correcting her. She found herself unable to mind his corrections, as they did seem to help in the slightest. Comfort was still an issue in her dancing. While she knew having someone else in her personal space was going to take some getting used to, he seemed to notice that she wasn't as graceful in her own movements as some of the other girls on the dance floor.

"We can’t do as much if you are continue to be stiff as a rock miss..."

He started up again, this time going on about how she needed to take a deep breath and look at him. While she had been instructed to look at her partner, it was so hard to keep her chin up when she didn't know what his feet were doing. What if she stepped on him again? What if he got even and stepped on her? It was unlikely he was that vindictive, but she couldn't just assume either.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by fingers. Fingers on her chin, specifically. She blinked, her gaze slowly being brought to his by his own hand. Was it normal in other cultures to touch people so casually? Was it normal to be so surprised by someone else's touch? He didn't seem to mind it, smiling so casually at her and reminding her of the steps once more.

"Students, your attention please!"

The partner switch could not have come sooner. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the second half of her dance with the Symphonian prince, but she was still reeling from the mention of her own failure and she was hoping her next partner was less confusing as a whole. Other than that he had been quite helpful.

"Just when things were beginning to get a little bit better. It seems that we are going to have to continue things later if you do not mind in accepting my offer earlier." He pulled away, dipping into a bow. She wanted to respond, but didn't know how to accept such an offer. Instead she decided it was best to curtsy. She would bridge needing dance lessons later.

“Aleithia, I am to relieve you of Mr. Rosario, if you do not mind.”

She pulled herself out of her curtsy, whipping her head around to the voice. Eleanor had surprised her a bit more than she would have liked, but she didn't say anything. She slowly shook her head, letting the other woman know she did not mind the interruption. She did feel a bit bad that Jay probably wouldn't understand what she meant with the twist of her head, but she trusted Eleanor would.

She turned to leave, but was caught off guard when he still had more to say to her. "I had a very interesting yet, good time dancing with you." She turned back to him. Her eyes scanned over him for a minute, confused. She hadn't expected him to, well, like his feet being brutalized. She nodded, not able to find the right words to say.

"Princess Hathethi!"

She didn't even need to look at the new list to find her partner. A familiar, chipper voice called out her title and last name. Kind of odd considering she knew him to be her brother's right hand man. Unless, of course, something had changed under her nose. She highly doubted that, with how closely Edward had been talking to both Eleanor and her brother maybe an hour ago. Aleithia didn't have any time to think on it, as he was before her, grasping her hand. Was it also common in Phronese to be so touchy-feely? If it was, she had never gotten that memo. Apparently Mister Darboux had gotten it twofold. Not only was his hand on hers, he pulled her in without even bothering to bow. Or ask for a dance. She hadn't even curtsied yet.

“I’m not as gentlemanly as Prince Rosario…nor possess such a fancy title, but maybe I’ll prove to be more fun, at the cost of formality. I hope that’s okay!”

She decided to remain silent. Aleithia wasn't sure how excited she was to be pressed against someone her family was close with. He would see how unskilled she was. Maybe, if she was lucky, she had absorbed some of Jay's tips. If only osmosis worked with dancing. She fumbled often, and she couldn't help but continually glance down to check her steps often. He was moving her around so quickly she wasn't sure how she was keeping up, if you could call what she was doing keeping up.

She was about to nod, but he picked that time to launch back into a speech. She could see why he had written a book. He never shut up.

"Why the long face?" If she had been the type to shoot people looks instead of staring at people rather blankly, Edward would have earned a look. Yes, she was still quite frazzled by her imminent failure. However, her face didn't feel any different. Surely she would feel it if she were frowning. She would have hovered on the thought more, but he decided he wasn't done with his own. "Y’know, that’s a funny idiom. Long face. Where do you think it came from? Have you ever even met anyone with a long face? Just seems like a weird idiom to me. Don’t you agree? Or do you think I have a long face?” She would have cut in to answer his question, but he apparently wasn't done talking. It almost felt like he just enjoyed listening to his own voice. He possibly also enjoyed gesturing, as he had removed his hand from hers and decided to cup his own chin. At least it wasn't hers, she'd had enough contact for one day.

“You’re not too fond of talking, right? Maybe we can just do cool dance moves!” It was almost like he didn't notice how much she was tripping over herself. Admittedly, that was to her advantage as he wouldn't out her horrible dancing to Cassiel. At the same time she couldn't help but wish that he would, just so that he would slow down.

"Y’know, Princess, I learned this dance from a man who hailed from Ichijin." Not only were they uninstructed in an Ichijin dance, he honestly seemed to think that she was able to keep up with him in a different dance she had never seen before. She didn't have time to dwell too much on the insanity of the idea. Not only did he look her in the eyes, making her uncomfortably glance away, but he started leading her abruptly into a new dance she had never seen before. If she had thought she was stumbling before, she was even worse now. “I think he called it doki doki. Still haven’t quite figured out what it means. Not too sure on the steps, he always just encouraged me to do what felt right. Do you do that often? Or do you think what feels right and is right don’t match up all too often? Or maybe everything you do is right since you are our princess! But then maybe your brother just keeps me around as a fail-safe. See, there’s another funny expression. Fail-safe. To fail safely. How come there’s fail-safe, but no one talks about win-risk? Y’know what I’m saying? If not, I can show you this new trick I learned!”

"It is not that I dislike talking." She finally stated, now that she could find the room to do so in the conversation. She didn’t say anything else on the matter of her liking or disliking talking. Instead she skipped over to the next topic. His verbal assault was over. Now it was her turn.

”The idiom ‘to have a long face’ doesn’t have a definitive origin. It is heavily implied that it comes from the deep creases of a frown elongating the face. However, most people use it to crack jokes about horses.” Admittedly, she didn’t understand where the horse bit came from. Yes, they had long faces. Aleithia just didn’t understand what was apparently so funny about equating people to horses. She decided to ignore that he was trying to ask her about herself.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about being put upon a pedestal. She certainly didn’t feel right most of the time. Especially not after her dance with Prince Rosario. If anything she felt significantly more wrong the more she thought about it.

She shook off the thought. ”It’s entirely possible that risk is implied in winning, as can you truly win if you aren’t risking something?” The opinion felt strange leaving her mouth. She didn’t usually like to speak baseless conjecture, but his endless talking spurred her into speaking her thoughts aloud. Clamping her mouth, she found that her rebuttal wasn’t as lengthy as she had expected. She didn’t know what else to say. She could tell him that she didn’t particularly want to see his trick; that they were supposed to dance instead of perform a circus act. The problem was the small part of her that was curious what his trick could be. She had picked up on the dialog between Edward and Eleanor, though admittedly she hadn’t completely pieced his power together through the bits and pieces she had been around for. It probably would have been easier if she associated with either of them more. What she did know was enough to make her want to see what he could do.

Curiosity was such a bothersome thing. The distraction of what he could want to show her made Aleithia trip. Finding her balance, she glanced up at him making sure to avoid eye contact. Settling her gaze on his ear she slowly nodded, hoping he would understand that she wanted to know what he could do.








Location ⇌ Classroom
Companions ⇌ Jay>Jay, Eleanor>Edward
OOC ⇌ I apologize for the light novel.

[corianna lynn]

Where: NO one>Michael Gasio>Classroom
OOC: back with a bang
Wearing: dress


Finding the darkest corner of the room was no challenge for the abyssian. She stood silent listening the pronounced headmaster speak his words of welcome. A boy stood near him. A redhead she recognized vaguely. Gray eyes watched the boy being introduced as the fire starter two months earlier. If he was the culprit why had he returned to Utopia?

From a heightened fever of returning friendships came a display of force Ashia could not believe. Instead of disallowing the boy to return to Utopia Gunter moved to make an example of him. Eyes narrowed in sudden hatred of the headmaster and his show of force. Freedom seemed more like a prison sentence and this Lavill was the sheep being sacrificed at Gunter’s alter. Looking around she saw disapproval in the eyes of most and hatred in some. Was it Lavill or Headmaster Fux that these emotions were extending to? For her she could not approve of the headmaster actions. To her it looked like prey being shoved at a pack of wolves and the wolves being told to sit and roll over or become just like the sheep.

It wasn’t that Ashia felt Lavill shouldn’t be punished for his derived crimes. No he deserved to be punished if he was guilty, but this taking a wolves fangs away was more like a tragedy then a punishment. The headmaster stood in front of the school and proclaimed his guilt and shoved him at the people he tried to kill. Was this their test? To see if they would come to heel under his rules or kill the one responsible for the catastrophe of the peace ball. Only time could tell what her classmates would do and Ashia zoned out of the following discussion unable to bring sense to her mind.

Soon after class was announced and Ashia became aware of the fact she still held her guitar. Had she known there would be class Ashia would have never brought it with her. It was not appropriate to bring instruments to class and with what little knowledge she had of Madame Videre she knew the teacher would never approve of her bringing it. With a sigh of indignation Ashia turned away and walked to her room intent on stowing the object before class. The walk was of little note a quiet peace before being told how to properly represent herself to dignitaries and other royals.

The letter that had been placed under her door and the eyes not far down the hall watching her room escaped her notice as she hurriedly placed her precious friend back in its place and twirled to leave. Unfortunately for the girl the letter wouldn’t let her escape its pull. Light glinted off written words and curiously Ashia picked it up wondering why it was there.

Danger lurks within the walls of Utopia. The target…….you

A searing pain ripped through Ashia’s skull and she stumbled back dropping the letter and gripping at her head. Screams echoed in her mind twirling around her as if they were in the room. Screams to run screams to evacuate were hallow in a chorus of flames rushing to life. Lavill Incendi’s form took place his twisted smile taunting her as he threw yet more fire around her. Hands gripping at her hair moved to her mouth in shock. Was this what happened the night of the ball? More images formed around her as students began to run rushing past her frozen body and screamed for her to follow. More images passed the fires and Lavill faded from view. The rush of Utopia’s corridors flitted by her minds eyes trying to guide her somewhere. As the room came into view her feet began to move unbidden. At her door the image stopped and a hooded figure stood in the shadow of candlelight. One hand reached out to her. “Find me before it’s too late”

Once more her feet moved but not towards Madame Videre and her etiquette class. No they moved towards her new destination as a small voice within her willed her to turn around and go back. The raven haired girl removed the voice from her mind as though enchanted by a greater power. She walked past servants trying to stop her and direct her to the class but Ashia continued on unable to hear them. All she heard was the roar of a fire and screams of her classmates.

The room itself was far past sight and cut off from even the servants of utopia. The dark damp corridors never reached Ashia’s senses. The room came into view and Ashia stood in the doorway staring blankly into the dark. IF someone had live there, or was there at all it stood empty of such evidence. No this part of utopia was abandoned long ago. Ashia entranced by the vision could not bring reason she stepped into the room and a blinding light filled her field of vision.

“Daughter you could have been killed”

“Mother?”

“I want the man who tried to harm my children dead”

“What?’

“Ashia you must. Kill Lavill Incendi. Let me help you. Let me guide you daughter. I’ll show you the strength of our kingdom if you but let me in. Kill Lavill destroy the boy who almost destroyed your freedom”

“I…..I can’t kill someone”

“Yes you can Ashia. I’ll show you how just let me in”

Ashia drew back from the voice and her body began tremble. Fear overcame her and in so doing brought little control. Turning from the room she ran. Tears began to stream down her face. She couldn’t hurt someone she didn’t truly know. She wasn’t there she didn’t know. Servants came back into blurred vision as she ran the halls with no intent of going to Madame Videre’s class. She had to leave. Something was wrong here and she didn’t want any part in it. Before she realized where she was or where she was going arms encircled her slender body and the pillowed the collision as much as possible before murmured words became audible to the frightened princess. “Why are you running dear girl? Are you hurt?”

The voice was unrecognizable and Ashia turned to look up into soft golden orbs filled with concern. A soft smile form on the man’s face as he brought his hand up to stroke the tears from her face. “Forgive me. You appeared ready to run straight into a wall. I felt it was my duty to stop you before then. Please let me take you to class” His words were gentle and kind. Almost the way a father would speak to a child who had just awoken from a nightmare. Silently she allowed the man to keep an arm around her as he guided her towards Madame Videre’s class. They walked slowly no doubt to give her time to recollect herself and strangely she felt she owed this man an explanation. He hadn’t asked but doesn’t someone need to know? Maybe the headmaster? No she couldn’t tell the headmaster. Who knows if any of them would believe her. “I…” she wanted to say and the man stopped briefly to look at her.

“I fear it is my duty as the assistant headmaster to ask why you were running with such determination away from class and why you were in that part of the school. It can wait if you don’t wish to explain or we could slow the pace some more to give you time.” He spoke that same gentle voice. And Ashia nodded silently beginning her story.

His golden eyes grew wider with each sentence. And his face darkened at the implication the message gave. “and then you caught me” she finished as the stopped infront of the door. The man stopped his hand on the door and Ashia stood silent preparing herself for the lecture she was about to receive.

“Let me handle this Miss Ashia. I do have a request though. Bring the letter to the headmasters office. Ask for Michael Gasio. I have a friend who can look into the matter and I’d like to see this vision for myself. Trust me atleast to keep you safe. I’d hate to see any of you hurt.”

With those words Michael opened the door and allowed Ashia to enter. She shrank against a wall trying to escape notice but Mister Gasio had other plans. She listened as he cleared his throat to gain everyones attention and she hung her head staring at the floor.

“Madame I’ve found your missing princess.”

“Forgive my tardiness Madame Videre. It was not my intention to show you such disrespect” she muttered with a curtsy. She felt Mister Gasio’s hand on her shoulder. The gentle squeeze of comfort he gave her.

“Please Madame. Headmaster Fux if you could accompany me out in the hallway I’ll explain the situation. I’m afraid there’s much to be discussed about this one’s absence. In fact I think it’s best if all the teachers in the room came with me into the hall.” He finished and Ashia felt him leave her side. Her eyes never moved from the floor and she stood hugging herself wishing she could disappear from sight.

[corianna lynn]

Where: ???
Wearing: suit
OOC:


Contemplating his first move in Utopia Winters sat at his desk the letter across its wooden top. She should have been dead already, and the whole of Gaia ignited in the flames of war once more. Unfortunately her brother seemed more formidable then he initially thought, and his parents desperate to keep the truth from their innocent daughter. He sneered at the thought of Ashia Valnim and the lengths taken to keep her safe. However now he had another chance, and this time he’d use her as his arrow struck into the heart of Abyss.

A knock at his door brought him back from the negative thoughts of destroying a kingdom, and he stood buttoning his suit allowing the gentle demeanor of Michael Gasio to slip into place. He’d have to be careful here with so many eyes and ears all over the place. If only they knew they were all playing a chess game, and only he knew the rules. Let the sins of the royals decide their fate. he thought before opening the door to the servant and smiling warmly. “Assistant headmaster lunch is being served.” Came the news and Winters nodded in reply. Stepping over to the mailboxes he silently grabbed up the letters to be deliver slipping his own message into the pile, and handed it to the servant.

“Very well thank you. If you could please make sure the mail is delivered and the halls cleared of studentsl.” He instructed before setting out to the dining hall. No doubt she had vacated her sleeping quarters and he had time to make his appearance in the dining hall so as not to raise suspicion of his absence.

Carefully he kept calm while the giddy anticipation of what was to come welled up inside of his belly. Slipping into the dining hall he stood at the doors watching Gunter’s grand display. How unfortunate for the boy, but necessary at the same time. That’s one way of getting their attention he thought frowning at the reactions. Some dared to stand at Incendi’s side. Winters could use that and for a moment his gaze lingered on Maren. That was certainly an intriguing opportunity. He’d have to capitalize on that soon before the moment passed his clutches.

As class began Winters briefly inquired if his assistance was required. With an even quicker no he turned from the students and moved through the school instructing servants to make sure all students made it to class. Maneuvering himself to the students living quarters was easy enough. He wanted to make sure the girl got his message. The servant he sent to deliver the mail was the only variable in his plan so he wanted to make sure things moved accordingly. Golden eyes watched from a distance as the girl slipped into her room. Sighing he turned from the halls and moved to pace the ones she’d no doubt be moving through.

Minutes felt like years as they passed before the raven haired girl made her appearance. He watched the servants try to convince her to go to class, but those eyes told him all he needed. He moved to help the servants get her to class but the vacancy in her gray eyes confirmed the spell had worked, and he watched her glide past him. Atleast the servants would be a witness to him “trying” to help.

Moments turned to anticipation as he remained stoic in his duties. He spoke with servants about the safety of Utopia’s students, and asked for certain things to be straightened all the while keeping an eye on the lesser used rooms of the school. she should be back soon he thought before hurried footsteps caught his attention. So the vision finally released its grasp on the girl and it was turn to see the plan to fruition. Turning down the hall he knew she’d come through he stared at confused servants before catching the girl in his grasp.

One step back he moved to pillow the collision and keep the girl from knocking them both to the ground. Feeling her trembling body in his arms he had to fight back the need to cause further harm to her. Twice now he tried to kill her and now she was here close enough for him to finish the job. Instead he gently cooed to her trying to calm her shaken nerves before pushing back and staring softly into her frightened eyes. “Why are you running dear girl? Are you hurt?” he asked brushing away her tears. It would do no good to entrap her and then kill her. No he needed to grab ahold of her mind while it was weakened.

“Forgive me. You appeared ready to run straight into a wall. I felt it was my duty to stop you before then. Please let me take you to class,” he said turning to her side and keeping one arm on her back. He kept silent for a time waiting to see what she would do. Always best to know the mind before sinking your claws into it after all. When she tried to speak he stopped and decided she would need some prompting. Afterall he was a stranger to her how could she trust him unless he gave her cause. Another warm smile to her he kept his voice tender as he spoke his next words.

“I fear it is my duty as assistant headmaster to ask why you were running with such determination from class, and why you were in that part of the school. It can wait if you don’t wish to explain or we could slow the pace some more to give you time,” he spoke with concern for her well-being. He needed her trust him, and if she did not tell him her story he could not tell the teachers what happened. Her words came slowly at first. Starting with putting her musical instrument away she spun a tale that made his eyes widen with shock and concern for the girl. If this truly happened (and he knew it did) the implications given were dangerous and needed immediate action.

As they neared Visio’s classroom she came to the part of the servants quarters the vision lead her too. She spoke of a voice wanting her to kill Lavill Incendi and his face twisted from shock to grave disappointment. SO someone was trying to get an impressionable young girl to do their dirty work. The investigation into this matter would be long and arduous for all involved. Afterall the school was teaming with people that would want the poor boy dead.

Inwardly Winters knew he had her. He noted the parts she left out. The part about it being her mother’s voice, and of her kingdoms true power never escaped her lips. This could mean two things. Either she was trying to save her kingdom from becoming a threat to Utopia, or she wanted to find out the truth herself. From what he knew of Ashia Valnim the latter was more likely. This girl never took a piece of information and just let it go. They stopped at the completion of her story in front of Madame Visio’s classroom and he took a moment to collect his thoughts.

The enchantment worked, and the information his adorable new weapon held would launch the teachers into an investigation in which everyone was a suspect. How quaint. The other remained uncertain. Ashia Valnim was the last variable. What would she do next with this? A test perhaps?

“Let me handle this Miss Ashia. I have a request though. Bring the letter to the headmasters office. Ask for Michael Gasio. I have a friend who can look into the matter and I’d like to see this vision for myself. Trust me atleast to keep you safe. I’d hate to see any of you hurt.” He whispered before opening the door and holding it for Ashia to step through. He watched as the frightened bird shrank against a wall trying to escape notice. She really did hate the spotlight being cast upon her. With a small sigh he cleared his throat to gain the attention of the class.

“Madame I’ve found your missing princess” he said extending his palm to the girl and bowing his head respectfully to Madame Visio. He listened to Ashia’s muttered apology and placed his hand on her shoulder for comfort. With a small squeeze he looked back up to the teacher and frowned gravely. “Please Madame. Headmaster Fux if you could please accompany me out in the hallway I’ll explain the situation. I’m afraid there’s much to be discussed about this one’s absence. In fact I think it’s best if all the teachers came with me into the hall,” he finished before turning from the girl and moving back to the door. He pushed the door open and held it once more for those who would come with him into the hall and gave one last worried glance to the girl who stood trying to shrink further into herself. She’d need to be watched until the matter was resolved.

[Naturana]

Gunter Fux

Location: Etiquette Classroom >> Outside classroom
Company: Fane >> Meadow >> Teachers
OOC:



The headmaster continued to view the classroom from his position by the desks. Visio didn't waste time in rewriting the names on the board. Though, that cursive-esque writing of her's ate up an unnecessary amount of seconds per word. He read down the names, taking into account that ones that were missing due to absence or leaving suddenly. He didn't expect to be throwing anybody in a cell on the first day, but perhaps that's what these kids needed to understand that they were not the rulers in this nation. His eyes narrowed at his own name, not pleased that it was forced upon him. How was he supposed to keep an eye on things if he had to dance with the students? It was unbecoming. She could have called for more servants!

Thankfully, she found partners for the students that arrived later than usual, including the newfound trouble maker Fane. The kid's sarcastic comments were unwelcome, but he could not smack the grin off his face. Though he would love to. He quickly scanned the room for the boy's partner. Her face floated in her mind like the element of the land she was to rule one day. Hair as pink as the underside of a seashell, but as sickly as a child's first visit to the fish market. He quickly spotted her with the duke with the brace upon his wrist.

"You're partners with a young woman with light pink hair. The one standing with the blond boy." he turned his head pointedly in their direction for Fane to follow. He turned his head back to the boy and narrowed his eyes threateningly, "Go. Now." he ordered.

Gunter stood tall over the students as he scanned the room for the duchess he was paired up with. A Lucifian girl, probably fragile and naive. He saw her departing from her partner, the Phronesian Copy Cat, and waited before approaching. His shadow consumed the girl, who gave him the very same terrified expression several other students had displayed already. He was used to it, especially with the ladies that he could snap in half with a twist of his wrist. He didn't feel the least bit guilty, more insulted. He expected more out of the royal women of Gaia, they should be used to addressing men larger than them. What about their fathers? Strong leaders of the land, and yet they still tremble as if he were the first man of authority they ever came across.

"Meadow-- stop looking like a scared little girl!" he tried to be civil, but the fear oozing out of her agitated him. Sincerity turned to sudden scolding, "You're royalty, meant to lead hundreds of men and women in your kingdom. How can anyone rely on your leadership when you tremble like a wet rabbit?" he paused, catching the disapproving look from the etiquette teacher. He cleared his throat and sighed in frustration, "But that's not the current objective." he said in a calmer tone and started to bow.

"Madame I've found your missing princess." the voice of his assistant shot over the heads of the class like an arrow. The headmaster was greatful to have one capable member on his team. "Please Madame. Headmaster Fux if you could please accompany me out in the hallway I'll explain the situation." perhaps Gunter thought too soon.

"Can't it wait?!" he snapped upright, a vein visibly pulsing in his forehead as he glared at the man.

"I'm afraid there's much to be discussed about this one's absence. In fact I think it's best if all teachers came with me into the hall."

That does not sound any better. his brows furrowed in agitation. Gunter was not happy about the idea of leaving the students with servants. One didn't look like she could handle things if they were to get crazy, and the other wanted to pretend he was incapable of communicating outside his kingdom. Useless. All useless. Despite this, he began walking towards the door, gesturing for the other teachers to follow him outside. He made sure his assistant could see the displeasure on his face, a private conference later that evening was sure to come.

Once outside, Gunter stood close to the door in order to peer into the class from the small window. He'll be damned if they started scheming or using their powers just because they are out of sight of the teachers. Their reaction in the ballroom was evidence enough that they would be trouble, but most of them acted as sheep and allowed themselves to be shepherded to class. The Musique Prince was a concern, along with that Assassin, and anyone they started to associate with. His biggest concern? They manage enough free time to start an army. He wouldn't be surprised if they were talking about that as they danced.

"Make it quick."

[andipouf]

Eleanor looked at the pair. Aleithia’s surprise, Jay’s confidence in his new partner. Had her princess been entranced by the prince of Symphonia so much that she had not heard Eleanor approach? That certainly couldn’t be true, after all they had only met a moment ago, and Eleanor herself didn’t weigh enough to make more than a soft clicking sound as her heels graced the fine stone placed on their impromptu dance floor. Surprise was natural, expected really. Or at least it would have been in a normal situation.

Another theory, that was far more on the side of likelihood, was the fact that Princess Aleithia hardly ever spoke with more than one person in a year and usually, on a good year, it was Eleanor who had the pleasure of speaking with her and weaseling out what little she could get from the stoic and shy princess of her homeland. On top of Aleithia’s aloofness to the outside world, she could be considered twice as socially inept with the opposite sex. Most likely brought on by the distant relationship with her brother that she had been trying to cope with for most of her life, and the unsettling disillusionment with her father, the king, and how he had very little hope in her and had focused much of his attention on Cassiel. Everyone focused on Cassiel, everyone ignored Aleithia. It was a wonder how the princess didn’t hate men all together. But enough on that.

Aleithia spoke nothing to either of them, That isn’t very polite, princess, she thought and narrowed her eyes a little, but the princess’s brown head ducked out from the group before mention could be made. Eleanor looked back to Jay with a polite and charming smile, not unlike the one that she had used on her previous partner just a moment ago. “Please forgive her. She has her own circumstances and we all have room for learning.” she offered and apologetic excuse for the way the brunette had dashed off. Eleanor opened her mouth to say something but Edwards loud greeting to his new partner, the same princess, had stopped her in a way that only loud people could pause a conversation. Her dark blonde head, full of hair that had been perfectly placed and had not moved, save for the small bit beside her head, the entire day, moved to look at her silly friend and his comical way of trying to get someone to warm up to him. While Eleanor loved her friend dearly for his many uses and happy demeanor, not every person was perfect.

Save for the one. She would have to make sure that Cassiel was being treated adequately after her second dance with Mister Jay Rosario. Eleanor smiled again as this time Jay spoke, asking for the dance that they were required of for the duration of the class period. Eleanor curtsied back, “Of course,” she smiled and took position with him in practiced elegance only achieved through practice of the skill in other situations that demanded the task of dancing. She allowed for a moment of silence to pass between them, much like before, to make sure that they were in sync before adding a distraction with conversation, exactly like before. It was almost like her mind was trying to test a method of what answers she would get from the specific equation that she was using.

“I would ask how your trip was to school, however that is a dreadfully boring topic, and perhaps too pedestrian for the occasion since you will most likely be asked over and over again ‘how your trip’ was and ‘if you were comfortable’. I must say that I shall not start our conversation with something like that.” she said, giving a more coy look to her polite smile. “Perhaps, I could come up with a more interesting topic for us to speak with. Or maybe only slightly more interesting considering that anything too interesting might upset our new, and slightly paranoid, Head master.” she continued waiting for a favorable response before continuing on with a smile and a head nod. “My princess, Aleithia, she has had trouble in the past with anything that might be considered too intimate. So you can see how dancing would prove to be a small problem. Because I am worried about her and how to progress her learning so that I can help steer her in the right direction, as a friend, I was hoping that you could tell me a bit about how your interactions went.”

Eleanor’s grey dress swayed with the slow movements of the dance while soft steps under the fabric moved in time with the prince. “I know this sounds a lot like prying and perhaps even rude to some cultures, however there is very little that I would not do for the people close to me, especially Aleithia.” Eleanor looked over at the princess with a worried expression. Perhaps there was a twinkling even, in those brown eyes, that looked a lot like concern or worry for a family member. Even if they were not related by blood, Eleanor still felt as if she was the one closest to Aleithia, or at least the one who understood the princess the most. in her quick look, she noticed a movement. A specific movement of teachers out of the room. An interesting direction for all of them to go. Eleanor wondered how long it would be before all hell broke loose within the students.




With: Jay
Where: Classroom
Wearing:Winter formal wear
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[Kurisumasu]

Rajin (Jean) Leonard

Where: Classroom
With: Artemis
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The king looked down at Jean where he kneeled before him, head lowered and on one knee. It made him feel so small and insignificant, so much so that he wished he could give him a piece of his mind just to prove that he wasn’t some filthy little insect that could be walked all over. No.. he couldn’t do that. He was bargaining.. no, begging the man. In response the fibers from the rug underneath his feet bristled around him, imitating his annoyance. It was a good thing he was a great actor. “Your father’s actions have caused great embarrassment to Phronese.” Tell me about it... “If you can prove yourself worthy of taking your father’s place as duke I will allow it, but keep in mind any slip ups in Utopia will result in the immediate stripping of your family’s wealth and title.”

Jean lifted his head to face the king, a look of determination written across his face. “I understand, I will not fail you.” In truth however, he did not desire the position. He just wanted to do what he loved and that was art. It was one of the few things that he looked forward to each day, and it made life in Phronese more bearable. In fact, he would be perfectly content living on the cold streets if he had only his sketchbook and a pencil with him, but he couldn’t allow his mother to end up that way. She was a delicate person, she wouldn’t survive out there. His face softened at the thought.

The next morning, Jean woke up to find that the living room had been completely destroyed. Empty wine bottles littered the floor along with broken dishes and half-eaten food. A plant had been tipped over, staining the carpet, and the curtains were torn, balancing haphazardly on one end of the rod. Several items from the mantel piece were also missing, perhaps stolen. In the center of this disaster, was his father, who was passed out drunk, slumped over the coffee table. He growled and kicked a stray bottle into the wall, instantly shattering it. Still he did not wake. His livelihood was at stake and yet the man could rest easy, knowing his only son was there to clean up the mess. Jean cursed under his breath and poured what was left of the expensive wine down the drain. “Wasting money like this…” He was so angry he didn’t even notice that the glass was beginning to transform in his hand, darkening and becoming an impossibly deep black. He quickly dropped it into the sink and then turned away. It was bad enough he had to deal with this new power of his.

Soon after pouring the last bottle of wine down the drain, Jean went into his room and pulled out his suitcase. He had run away multiple times before when the stress of his kingdom’s expectations became too much for him, but now ironically, he was using it for another purpose. In this compact storage unit he stuffed expensive clothes, a few sketchpads, and other essentials. From now on he would have to wear his mask more often, the same mask he always wore when apologizing to the people his father governed. He was to be a perfectly mannered and charming noble. The type of person that all stuck up people of the upperclass appreciated. Just before leaving he visited his mother’s room to find her still asleep and curled up in bed under a heavy blanket. He admired her peaceful expression for a moment and then kissed her forehead with a whispered farewell. No one would be awake to see him leave.

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A strong jerk awoke him from his thoughts and the carriage slowed to a stop. From behind he could see another carriage in the window, much closer than it should be. Did it hit them? His escort stiffened, then quickly exited the carriage. “I am going to check it out. Do not leave here,” he said sternly, reaching for the dagger hanging off his hip. Jean had heard rumors that a young duchess had been killed on her way to Utopia. It made him somewhat uneasy.

“Of course.” he replied, turning his head to admire the featureless landscape, buried underneath several inches of snow. Although the carriage was warm, he couldn’t help but squeeze his arms tighter. Spring couldn’t come soon enough.

It wasn’t long before the sound of a distressed female reached his ears, and he turned his head to look out the window again. It must be the owner of the carriage...

He decided to investigate further and stepped out of the vehicle, blatantly ignoring his escort’s orders. The man glared at him when he joined his side but Jean ignored him, instead returning it with even more enthusiasm.

”Is everyone alright over here? I do hope we haven’t startled you all too horribly.”

Ah yes… the girl. She was rather sweet looking, and her voice had a soothing tone even though she seemed anxious. It looked like he would he have to put on his mask sooner than expected. He furrowed his brow and puckered his lips slightly, a worrisome look. Yes, this would do nicely.

“I am alright Miss, but I must ask if you are alright as well? It appears your carriage got the worst of it.” The wheel was splintered and cracked, utterly destroyed after having been rammed into his own vehicle, which didn’t have so much as a scratch on its metal surface. A fine example of the superior quality and durability of Phronesian made products. In such bad shape he could tell there was no fixing it. The whole wheel would have to be replaced. I guess.. there really is no choice. He held back a sigh and turned to the girl with a small smile. “If I may suggest you are welcome to join me in my carriage. The weather is quite frightful and I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”

There goes his last few hours of peace…

It was no problem keeping up the charade in the time it took to reach the academy. He had plenty of practice on other nobles whose parties he had attended, and by now it was almost second nature to him. At the back of his mind, he could only hope the girl was someone who was worth lying to, someone who would be able to further his goals. He simply hated pretending to be what he wasn’t, but it didn’t feel like he had an option if he wanted the news sent back to Phronese to be the good kind.

He offered his hand to the girl, whose name he had learned was Artemis and carefully helped her down the steps of the carriage to make sure she wouldn’t slip on the ice. “Is this your first time attending Utopia?” He asked while admiring the grand decorative design of the building. It was truly a place built for royalty.

Soon after stepping into the building, a servant arrived with news that class was already in session
and offered to show them the way. He could hear the teachers’ voices before he even reached the room as they gathered outside. I wonder what that is all about… It sounded like it was a serious matter so he didn’t bother with announcing their arrival. It appeared the students were in the middle of a dance lesson. Well then, he could manage this much. He leaned into Artemis with a whisper. “Maybe they won’t realize we were missing if we start dancing with the rest of students.” Without warning he took her hand in his and placed his other on her lower back, pulling them both into an elegant spin before settling into a proper waltz stance. “Pardon me,” he smirked. “I do hope I am not too forward.” Of all things that were expected of him, dancing was something that he quite enjoyed. There was nothing quite like the elegant movement of the human body as it swayed to music, or in this case a metronome.


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[TwistedProfessor]

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Where am I?:Classroom
What Am I Doing?: About to get my groove on?
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"To the fields of battle!"-Ven

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Ven felt kind of strange being around other students, strange in the essence of not belonging there. Perhaps it would be the account that he was away from the age groups around him when he was back at home. Although, he was still very interested in conversing with them, learning new advantages and perhaps friendships, or what he would like to call, alliances. Ven’s thought were scrambled everywhere, first of which, who he was going to be partnered with, and is this person will even be compliant person in general. As he waited, the instructor walked up to him, "Mister Ignaught, I presume?". Ven gave a slight nod in confirmation, she then continued, "I dare not ask why it was that you were tardy." She said while marking something on her checklist.


“Ah.” Ven wanted to followup with an explanation, before he had left, he had compiled a list of things that needed to be done while he was away. More importantly they were a list of do’s and don’ts, along with instructions on how to continue the plan that he had set up to stabilize everything while he was away. He found himself writing till the night before, and towards the end he then realized that he was losing track of time considering he finally finished a few hours of his appropriate departure. He had also would have arrived a little bit earlier if the ones who were taking him there would know exactly where the school was. Then he figured, this instructor has probably heard it all for excuses of tardiness so it was best to accept the deduction and carry on. Visio then looked at her checklist again,


"Unfortunately, there are no other ladies available. You will have to wait a moment while I call for another servant. Hm...or perhaps not...please, wait here.” He did as he was instruted and once again waited. "If there is no one I can dance with, does this mean she is going to give me a practice dummy?" Ven wondered, he looked around to see if there were others doing the exact same thing. "How embarrassing, I am late, and now I have to probably dance with a dummy. I really hope Willow does not see me doing this, or I am going to have a rough first impression to the students." She then had returned with a female, which was a giant relief to him. "Miss Crawford, this is Mister Ignaught. The both of you will be partners for the current rotation -- the lesson is a simple waltz." Ven gave a slight bow in aknowdledement to Visio. He then turned to Crawford, “Hello Miss Crawford, as she stated I am Ven Ignaught, would you care to dance with me?” Ven extended his dance as he bowed. His tone and complexion was calm, but in his mind was rather something completely different. “I have not done a waltz in a long time.” Seeing how Ven spends his time away from the dance floor, and into the killing floor. He had a knowledge of dancing that had not completely left him but remained in bits and pieces. You can’t obviously kill someone with dancing; however, there are a lot of crazy tactics he had seen, in fact he took a slight note to that. Maybe you can destroy your opponent with dancing, with that point saved, he then awaited her reply. He had hoped that her personality will be as flattering as the way she looks.

[Culex Xeluc]

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"It is not that I dislike talking."Oh! She responded! That must mean his barrage of questions was not so much as to scare her away. Great! ”The idiom ‘to have a long face’ doesn’t have a definitive origin. It is heavily implied that it comes from the deep creases of a frown elongating the face. However, most people use it to crack jokes about horses.” While the answer did interest him, Edward had been hoping that the Princess would elaborate on her initial line of thought but oh well. This was good too! He hadn’t heard the part about horses before.

. ”It’s entirely possible that risk is implied in winning, as can you truly win if you aren’t risking something?”Ooh, she went after his second idiom too! And what an answer! He smiled as she responded, even more so when he noticed her clamping her mouth. Indecision. But for what? To go on with that line of thought or perhaps to jump again? Maybe she was curious about his trick! Or perhaps, more likely, she was uncomfortable with his incessant talking. It seemed to be the Phronesian way to not like incessant talking. “I’m certain that’s what your father thought when he asked me to work with Cassiel, though I don’t think Mr. Dirac thought the risk was worth it at the time. ” Edward wasn’t sure if she knew of his beginnings at working directly with the royal family, but if she had the same habbits as Cassiel and Eleanor, then perhaps she may know almost everything about him. Given her lack of participating in royal matters, he’d wager probably not. Certainly though, she was probably aware of Dirac, the ex-head of security who lost his job when Edward managed to sneak past all his defense and steal scrolls with vital information. Edward had cost the man his job with that fiasco. He felt a little bad about that, but at the same time…he had no other choice. “But I think when it comes to this line of work…” he began, being very vague as to what ‘this line of work’ referred to, “ You’ll find it’s not so much about risk as much as it is about sacrifice and how it shapes you.” He thought about his own words for a moment. The princess probably wouldn’t understand. It was probably best to just move on. He was curious, however. Would she turn out like Cassiel, or more like Eleanor?

“But that’s boring! And more importantly, it doesn’t deal with horses so we can’t crack jokes about it. Let’s go back to long faces. ” Then, using Mordecai’s copied power, he made her think that his face was elongating vertically. “This! Do I have a long face now?” He was doing this for two reasons: The first being for science. Illusion-based powers usually had varying degrees in strength, and he was curious about Mordecai’s. The second reason was merely for entertainment. “Or is it supposed to go this way?” With that, his face started going back to normal but then going horizontally. “Wait. Help, help, I’m stuck!” He gave her a look of horror as his became more and more stretched, before it popped back to normal. “Just kidding! You shouldn’t take things so seriously, Princess Hathethi! Life is serious enough as it is.” That last line held more truth than he’d like, but it was also his mantra. “But I suppose it’s your seriousness which must make you good friends with Eleanor. How did the two of you become friends, anyways?”

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[Kurisumasu]

Where: Visio's Classroom
With: No One
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Mr. Fux was not pleased. His steps were heavy and dominating as he grew closer and closer by the second. A happy person would have quick, light steps as they hurried excitedly to catch up to the person they were meeting, but those steps.. Meadow wondered if the headmaster even knew what happiness was.

With every step she hunched her shoulders lower and squeezed her eyes tighter desperately praying to the gods for mercy, wishing she could just turn invisible and run away.

“You did what!?” Her grandmother’s shrieks of outrage kept her rooted to the spot. If she offended the headmaster there was no doubt in her mind that she would be forced out of school and sent home. Her family would be upset with her and so would the prince and princess! An embarrassment! That’s what she would be! Then she would never be let outside again! She would die all alone in her room!

With this thought, she clutched the rocks around her neck even tighter. It felt like her legs could give out beneath her at any moment.

"Meadow-- stop looking like a scared little girl!"

“Eee!” She stepped back on impulse, nearly jumping out of her skin. How long had he been standing there?

"You're royalty, meant to lead hundreds of men and women in your kingdom. How can anyone rely on your leadership when you tremble like a wet rabbit?"

“Hundreds..?” She repeated in a tiny voice. She never thought of herself as royalty. If anything she identified more with the commoners who tended the fields and raised livestock. Even attending Utopia felt like a dream. She didn’t feel worthy of being so close to Alice or any of the other kingdoms’ royalty. She wasn’t a leader, she was just Meadow. Her head hung dejectedly looking to the floor.

Mr. Fux cleared his throat and then sighed in frustration. His next words were much calmer in tone, but it did little to ease her nerves.“Sorry…” Meadow whispered. He had just begun to bow when a man called for him and the other teachers into the hallway. “Can’t it wait?!” He yelled angrily, causing Meadow flinch at the noise, but the man insisted and Mr. Fux soon left with the others for a meeting outside the classroom. She waited until he was out of sight before collapsing to her knees with a huge breath of relief. “This is too much pressure for one person. How does the Madame expect me to dance with someone like that?” He'll eat me alive.


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[Witchy Nightmare]

Location::. Etiquette Class
Company::. Jean, Rest of Class
Thoughts::. Smooth move sir Jean...
Emotions::. Excited, Nervous, Curious

Out.Of.Character::. Shh...

She laughed “Yeah, last time we’ll trust a carriage from the Council that’s for sure.” She spoke softly and looked back at her carriage. He was right, he had gotten the worst of the accident and it would take hours to repair. She sighed softly as the coachman attempted to find a way to fix it but Artemis knew it would not be that easy. When he offered for her to continue the journey with him she was hesitant “I couldn’t impose.” She began. However as the time ticked but she knew she wouldn’t have too much of a choice “Alright… I suppose you’re right.” She gave in before having the footman transfer over their luggage so they could be on their way.

The ride was a long silent one for the most part with only trivial small talk to break it, something they were both conditioned to do since birth. The usual ’How has your trip been? What do you think of the weather?’ all very appropriately dull questions in society. She kept a smile on despite the awkwardness and watched out of the window as snow fell ever so lightly. She did enjoy the sight of snow, it was quiet and gentle as well as mysterious and beautiful. The stark white blanket reminded her much of the moon against the midnight sky.

When they finally arrived to the school Artemis could not help but stare in awe of the grand building. A chill ran over her skin as the gentle breeze flowed in from the opening door. She smiled as Jean helped her from the carriage “Yes.” She nodded “I wasn’t able to attend the first time but given the recent events I’m here now.” She spoke softly and let her green eyes find his and noticed he had at least a good five inches on her. She tilted her head “What about you?” but before he could answer a servant informed them of class already beginning.

She gave a nod as they quickly made their way to the class as the footmen brought their belongings to their rooms. She noticed a small gathering outside of the classroom and immediately found Madame Videre’s fiery hair. She felt her heart pause for a moment knowing what her former teacher would say of her tardiness. They all seemed deep into a conversation as Jean pulled her into the class without initial notice.

” Maybe they won’t realize we were missing if we start dancing with the rest of students.” he suggested before pulling her into a spin and entering a proper Waltz formation “Pardon me, I do hope I am not too forward.” he added to her.

Rather impressed, Artemis smiled before addressing the first half “Trust me when I say Madam Videre misses nothing. I assure you she will address our tardiness.” She spoke quietly. She moved elegantly with him as every point in her body was in perfect formation from her head to her finger tips to the slightest turn of her toes. She had been conditioned over and over again by the professor herself about how to dance perfectly. She looked back to her partner “Besides, I think it is best if the man is at least a little forward.” She smirked.

She continued to move with him in tempo to the metronome and played a soft melody in her own mind. The timing was like a song in its self tick… step….tick….together….tick…..step….tick…turn…. their bodies moved like one. She looked back to Jean as they moved “So, as I asked before. Is this your first time here as well?” she asked again since it wasn’t able to be answered earlier.