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Naiya heard a small thud and turned around just in time to see to boys collide. She began to giggle a bit, and unfortunatly, it got out of hand. She began to laugh, hard. She calmed herself down a bit and walked over to them, a small smile on her face. "Do jou need any help? Dat was a hard fall dere...heh." She couldn't help but giggle. Her hair moved some in the slight breeze, along with her ribbons. She messed with her hair, putting the stray strands behind her ears. Her kimono ruffled in the breeze a bit, but not enough for it to bother Naiya.

Devante walked casually up through the gates. With one hand tied up behind his back holding up his pack and the other buried in his pocket he looked up at the impressive structure before him. His Silky black hair lazily fell over his right eye and the other scanned the architecture in a dreamy grey haze. His jaw clamped down on the small wooden toothpick and rolled it across his teeth and pushed it upward.

Its a nice place... of course he didn't miss the Italian countryside any less of course. There were times he wondered why he decided to come here but he'd been asked to attend and he had never heard of it before. Just another adventure. He drew his hand from his side and loosened his tie. A refreshing summer breeze blew back his bangs and lightly played at his shirt. So interesting these humans' world, always changing...always something new to find and discover, all to pursue an impossible hope of fuffilling their insactiablely pety nature... he didn't despise humans like so many, he pitied them.

"Certainly. My name is Felisha, but most people call me Clover." Clover explained, holding up her right hand so that Sophia could see why. The green four leafed clover that had always been there showed itself well in the light, and to Sophia it would seem almost like a magical glyph, a sign of some sort of magical effect. "So, this is the Tenshi University?" Her wide green eyes moved over the courtyard again. "Its nothing like I imagined it, though my imagination gets a little wild sometimes." Clover gave a sheepish grin.

Then her eyes glided slowly back to the group Sophia had been speaking with. The woman with wings wasn't an Angel, she was almost certain that an angel would have a stronger magical presence. The man was larger than anyone his age she had no clue about. He seemed to thrum with a faint magical aura, but it was strange. As if he himself were a product of magic, rather than a wielder of it.

Rae was more excited than she'd ever been in her life. He was a creation of someone horrible, just like her! Well... Nobody had killed an innocent and beautiful bird to steal the DNA and body parts of it for him, but still. It was close enough. "That's positively wonderful!" Then she clapped a hand over her mouth. That wasn't supposed to come out that way, really. Frowning lightly, she tried to figure out how to explain things properly. She spoke from between her fingers, afraid that taking them away would allow her to say something else stupid. "Just, well... Just that I mean I've never met anyone at all like myself before, and... I guess this is the closest I might ever get to that."

She shifted from one foot to the other, so full of excitement and curiosity that she could barely contain herself. She wanted to know if there were even more people like her. Maybe... Well she knew it was too much to hope that there was another just like her, but she couldn't keep that small nagging desire from finding its way into her mind. Still, she was liking Anton even more now. "So you know what it's like to be created then? Is anyone else here like us? What was it like for you? Was it painful? Was this Dirk person terrible to you?" She tried to contain herself, but found it all but impossible. She was glancing over at Sophia as often as she could now, trying to decide if she was perhaps also created.

Once again, Anton was dumbstruck. His mouth fell open ever so slightly, and his head cocked a few degrees off to the side. Wonderful? Though she put her hand over her mouth, like how Anton occasionally forced his mouth shut, it still stung a little to hear his short and violent life called 'wonderful' by such a girl. As soon as she spoke again, Anton nodded in understanding; she had never met anyone like herself. Now that he thought of it, neither had he, besides the other ID-Ks of course. Smack dab during his chain of thoughts, a line of questions were fired at him like a stream of hot lead. His head felt like it was spinning when he tired to take it all in at once. Was this how others felt when he started talking too much? For what seemed to be the first time for Anton, he replied slightly sheepishly, "Eh, yes I know what it's like to be created. But it probably varies from person to person. I think there's others. Uh. Particularly unpleasant and confusing. Yeah. He was terrible." His words came out slowly, and for some reason, slightly embarrassed. He took each question in, when one in particular hit him. 'Is anyone else here like us?' she had asked him. Now that he thought of it, there were others here with wings as well! How could she not notice them? Here they were right at the front gates, and others that were so much like her were nearby! What if she saw them? Would she become more interested in them, and leave him alone? No! He didn't want to be alone anymore! He wanted her to say, and talk to her, and for her talk to him! Anton was starting to look uncomfortable. Fate's voice reverberated throughout his memories, 'The sins of the father pass on to the son...Just like Dirk, you are greedy.' No. NO! He wasn't like Dirk. Anton had to do something, if he didn't speak a little more, Rae might suspect something. 'Please, a compromise; spare us part of our harvest so we may live!' begged a town mayor in his past. A compromise. That's what Anton needed. He straitened himself out and spoke, "I'm sure there's others here with wings like yours. It's a big place." But what now? Would she look around and see them? Something to keep her here. Anything! "Pardon, but I was wondering, how old are you?"

Devante's eyes drifted over to the young lady that called over to him. He briefly grinned at her calling him handsome. Taking each stride in perfect composure he walked up into the swaying shadow of a mighty oak tree and with his next step he utterly vanished and reappeared in the shadow of the courtyard wall. With an apparent lack of interest he looked over the others chatting among themselves. Wings, just about all of them have them. Seems a few are humans, I suppose even they can be especially gifted upon the unique cercumstance. Personally he thought Wings to be perfectly useless, without a constant drain on ones magical energy you had to remain in constant motion and only if the winds allowed. People with power such as Devante had a way of doing everything in the world and seeming to do nothing at all.

So many had told him that his uniquely powerful abilities must have ranked him as a Greater Demon. He had no way of knowing because he had not been spawned to parents. To the best of his knowing he simply had entered creation unannounced.