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"It's the person who came up with the idea to form an alliance! His name is Ichirou. There's also Aerin, Severin, and my brother, Sylth. You'll meet them when we get out there! They are comrades!" Suzanne explained as she ran through the halls with Javor. It felt odd for her to say comrades but it seemed fun to use that word.

Eventually they were outside the school where everyone was waiting. Sylth and Severin were missing though. It was just Aerin and Ichirou. When they reached the two, Suzanne released Ichirou's arm and grinned at them."Here is the new person I was talking about! He's really brilliant. In fact, we came up with a few ideas-- Ah! But we can't discuss it here or people might here us! We need to find a different place!"

Javor studied the two people curiously. One, he recalled from the art class he had taught--she was a student, a mere child. It was interesting to see that she was being included. He had assumed it would only be teachers.

The other person was a man whom he had never met. Ichirou, most likely.

Javor tilted his head slightly as he looked at them. Interesting. Things were becoming more and more interesting, ever since had met Suzanne. He approved of this change. "Yes, I am Javor Karel. I work as the school's doctor."

Silveril Volce

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"I agree with you there. I also can't understand hating people due to their race. Perhaps it is because they grew up thinking that way. It's odd how the mind is easily brainwashed due to a childhood." Silveril said. He was slightly worried since he could have easily turned out like one of those narrow minded people. But fortunately he didn't.

He was also pretty sure that a good kick in the shins would just worsen the situation, but he was aware she was joking and it would be tempting to resort to such an action if one was particularly stubborn.

"Is that so? Perhaps the Pureblood nobility is very similar with your Faerie courts, asides from the fascination with humans. We usually see them as... food." Silveril explained. Although at the moment, Silveril was not allowed to see humans like that.

"Yes, the bitten are not a part of the society I live in. They are not purebloods. They are creatures that were bitten but were unfortunate enoguh not to be sucked dry otherwise, the will become a vampire. But since their blood is not pure, they don't belong in the nobility. So they are teated as outcasts."

"I'm sure there are those like that," Angela said. "Which means they can't really be entirely blamed. Though when a person gets old enough to decide for themselves, fif they still keep the same narrow thoughts, I don't think it can be entirely blamed on their childhood. There are many people who grow up and overcome what they're taught."

"Growing up a Pureblood, you also must have been taught to have little respect or interest in other races. But here you are."

She hesitated briefly before reaching over to give his hand a slightly squeeze. "I hope you aren't blaming yourself still, for the classroom incident. Vampries aren't the only race taht tends to subsist off others. Many Fae are like that as well. The fact that you are trying to overcome those preset boundaries, and become...more than what you were raised to be...I find that very admirable." She released his hand and stood quickly. Her pain had diminished quite a bit, which was a relief.

"It's growing late. And I should likely get to my dorm. Thank you for talking with me and keeping me company. The dorm is just there so I think I can make it alone. I'll come by tomorrow to help you gather your things and straighten the class."

"Good night, Professor Volce." She quickly headed to her dorm, leaving him there under the tree alone.

[Exits to her dorm]
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"There's no need to thank me," Sethrian replied, shaking his head. "It's only natural to ensure you reach your dorm safely--especially after the events with the Physics class. The grounds may not be safe. It would be negligent on my part to let you walk back alone, now that it's dark." He glanced down at her. She was very small--he wasn't sure how old she was, but she certainly looked younger than he was. At any rate, as a healer, if she was attacked or something, she probably wouldn't survive. And that would just be annoying.

He hoped Kamil made it back to the dorm on time as well. That was another person he didn't want to have to worry about.

"I'm unfamiliar with the female dorms," he told Ayu. "So I will trust you to lead the way."

Suzanne glanced back and realized that her brother had yet to show up. Well, he probably got held up with something. It was a shame he would miss out on all the excitement.

At the moment Suzanne was feeling a bit conflicted at the moment. Which was nicer? Horns or dark eyes. Suzanne contemplated about it as she followed both Javor and Ichirou out of the school grounds. Perhaps she will make the decision later. It wasn't even important anyways!

[Exits to Mansion]

Renivere had some free time in her hands. It was cold outside since winter was coming but it was currently autumn at the moment. Renivere's nose was in a book as she continued to research more about the world and what it was like. She was reading about the history of wars, but wasn't necessarily understanding why the war started. All the book was giving her were the major battles and who won.

Still, she kept reading. Sometimes people would fight each other because they just took orders? Renivere was starting to understand the motives people would do to commit evil, but she herself couldn't find her in a situation where she would have to pick between good and bad choices. Having never been in such a situation, can she really be considered a good person if she hasn't had to make a choice before?

Renivere was walking as she read. She intended to walk into the school since she still wanted to study in the library when she tripped on the stairs to the entrance. Renivere's book was flying out of her hands and she went crashing down onto the stairs.

"Σκατά!" Renivere shrieked in her native language as she fell.

.:l βαɨȽЭЧ “βrɨαЯ” αρρȽЭʈѺȠ l:.

”Happiness makes up in height
for what it lacks in length.”
- Robert Frost

Briar was not having the best week. While he had been outside for a breath of fresh air, a desk had suddenly flown out of a window and nearly squashed him. It was quite a... terrifying experience. It almost topped the time where he had been stuck in gum, and a whole crowd of people came his way with their giant feet of evil. Almost. Still, the fairy couldn't just leave the thing out there, so he spent his time collecting the desk and all the belongings that fell with it and placed it on a wagon. Of course, he kept anything shiny to himself and there might have been some very angry graffiti that mentioned how desk throwing should be illegal on some of the items, but was all good. Now, if only he knew who this Silveril Volce was....

Dragging the wagon of goods with him, the fairy was set on bringing into the school, but where exactly could he place it? He didn't have a clue who this person was. Though, it sounded very familiar. Hm... Plus, he forgot which window the desk was flung out of. He could have flown up to the broken window to see which room it was, but the idea never crossed his mind.

When he spotted a familiar face, Briar zoomed over, lugging the wagon with him."Oh! Um.... S-Se...Sezar? Se-Sedric? No, that's not right. Hm...." He paused as he tried to recall the vice president of the Manliness Club's name. It was on the tip of his tongue... "Sethrian! Yes! Well, I don't know if that's really your name, but you look like that could be your name. Maybe. Not really. Anyway, sorry if I interrupt your time with this cute girl, but I was just wondering if you knew who a Silverish Voice was." Names weren't Briar's forte. It was actually a miracle that he recalled Sethrian's even if he met him just a few days ago.

”I failed to make the chess team
because of my height.”
- Woody Allen

Angela was focused intently on her search and very nearly jumped out of her skin (which would not have been pleasant at all, for anyone involved) when someone very close to her spoke. She whirled around, ready to hit whoever it was that had sneaked up on her but managed to stop herself when she saw it was just another student--a slightly gawkish male student burdened with luggage.

"Ah..." She looked around, confirming there was no one else in the vicinity. So he had to be talking to her. "Yes, is there something you need?" she asked. He looked a bit...lost.