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Alabaster Dresden

Headmaster of Young Monster High School
Alabaster was going over a few of the teachers' curriculums for the year when he heard a knocking on his door. Peeking up over the rims of his reading glasses he let out a small sigh before putting the papers down and waving his hand, causing the door to magically fly open. "please come in" he ushered. Suddenly however the timid girl was brushed aside as a familiar face came rushing into his office. "Rumia...I suppose Chrises little expedition was a success then" he said. He was ready for another unpleasant conversation when suddenly Rumia seemed to realize what she had done and vanishing from his office. Alabaster rose an eyebrow, clearly not expecting something akin to courtesy from the flesh eating shadow demon. Shaking off his surprise he readjusted his glasses and turned to look at Ivory. "as I was saying please come in" he said, the chair infront of his desk sliding back a little so she could sit down. "what is it that you needed to see me for?" he asked, his face stoic, yet patient.

Yammato No Orochi
Survival Teacher

Location: Library
With: Patchouli, Hotaru

"they say you should never trust a snake...."

Orochi let out a yawn as he came out of his room, stretching out his limber body and cracking his neck to and fro. "haaaaw good morning Patchi-sama..." he yawned, glancing down at Hotaru and rubbing his eyes as if to check to make sure he wasn't seeing things. "for a second I thought I was wondering if I was just having deja vu. You've become our most frequent visitor recently haven't you?" he asked with a chuckle, patting Hotaru's head before grabbing some books off the desk and moving them over to the shelves with his snakes. Orochi curiously grabbed one of the books from Hotaru's stacks and started flipping through it. "oh my, this one is actually quite interesting, you have good tastes" he said handing it back to her. "though I suppose that may not mean all that much from someone who doesn't like to read all that much" he teased, sticking his tongue out at her.

"...I'm not sure why though, metaphors have always eluded me"

>>)Taro Zangrela(<<

The Trap Idol

Location: dorm room
With: Shifra

when you walk away
you don't hear me say
please oh baby...don't go.

Taro let out a yawn as he woke up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting up to stretch. The bitter haze from last night was lifted, leaving him feeling exhausted, and unsure how to feel. Still he just shook his head and banished those thoughts from his head. He heard scuffling from within the bathroom and assumed it was Shifra, deciding to get dressed outside he threw off the pants suit and slipped on a light purple sun dress, using the mirror on his closet door to check himself and do his make up. Once he was ready for the day Taro sat down on his bed and took out his flute, starting to play as he waited for Shifra to emerge out of the bathroom.

simple and clean is
the way that your making me feel
tonight
its hard to let it go

Hibachi Rant

Hibachi peered into the library from one of the outside windows, glaring a hole straight through the back of Hotaru's head. Every morning Hibachi staked out the library, and almost every morning the little vampire hussy was here getting all friendly with Lord Orochi and Patchi-sama. It irritated her to no end, but as Orochi's silent protector she couldn't act until she proved a threat to him. So far the little whore was just trying to coozy up to him, like she did with Trent. "why does that slut have to try to steal every man in my life away from me!?" she mentally screamed, biting her lip so hard it drew blood. Her eyes glowed purple as she watched on silently, daring the little vampire b***h to stay any longer. Why didn't she just leave and mind her own business? there was no way she was reading that many books, so she had to be going there just to see Lord Orochi. What was she planning then? Hibachi would make sure to tail her and find out, for Lord Orochi's sake.

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The fairy held her hand in the light, afraid to melt, like snow and spring.

Iva was listening hard for any sign that someone was in the office. She was having a period of futile hopefulness, almost convincing herself that he wasn't here at all. She might have been able to blow off their meeting.
All of that hope dashed away, though, when the doors swung open. "Please come in," a dark clad figure ushered at the desk. He was just the man Benten had pointed out to her the night before at the party, with jet black hair, red eyes, and...Did he always wear that suit? Nervously, she opened her mouth to state her plea, sensing she was about to go through her worst case of stutters, when another girl suddenly interrupted. She tuned around in surprise, but she'd missed it as the girl swept into the room ahead of her, making her whirl around a full circle as she began speaking to the headmaster. The way Mr. Drseden greeted her wasn't exactly warm and inviting. It sounded more like a confirmation about a fact, in the most efficient way possible, but that might've been Iva's imagination getting away from her.
Iva observed so quietly, that I took the girl a moment or two to notice her. "Um sorry... I guess you were first," she apologized.
"Oh! It' alri---" Iva began, but with mystique she sank into the floor and vanished like a shadow.
Possibly surprised as well, Mr. Dresden rose an eyebrow at the departing, then turned back to Iva, not as deterred as she was by the oddity. "As I was saying please come in." She did as she as told, shuffling inside, and closing the door after her. She picked her eyes off the floor to see the headmaster magically pull a chair out for her on the other side of his desk. As she hesitantly walked forward and sat down, he asked, "What is it that you needed to see me for?"
Her eyes skittered down to the name plate on his desk, as she took a breath and sorted out what to say. She didn't see his face, too fearful of what might be on it, and too apprehensive as to what it might look like later. "Um..." She winced for hesitating and tried to force the words out. They did, but it was rushed, and her hand clenched on her lamp. Her whole body screamed tension. "My...uh...friend, Benten---Benten Yoshi---who was serving last night's dance, he told me you were an---an expert in s-seals. My name is Ivory Coleridge, and I was hoping you could help me wi-with th-this," she explained, holding up both hands. One, extended, showed the moon-stone bracelet on her wrist, while the other fiddled habitually with one of the beads. Her eyes went to it, rather than look at him. IT was the instrument that was sealing her abilities, as well as protecting her from unfortunate side effects of her race, like melting in the sun and infatuating men to the point of insanity.

But her white skin flashed in the sun, solid, existing, and astonishly alive.

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The fairy held her hand in the light, afraid to melt, like snow and spring.

Iva, breathless by the time she finished, accidentally sighed in relief when Mr. Dresden didn't get angry at her. With his no-nonsense look , she'd assumed he might be the type. It was shallow, she knew, but she was glad because so far she seemed to be wrong. Instead of being cold or testy, he briskly told her, "relax." He snapped his fingers, and a tea cup whizzed into place right in front of her, as well as a pot, pouring her a cup of iced tea. If she'd been able to relax like he bid her, she would have come close to laughing, but she did manage a fragile smile. "My duty is to assist and serve the students here. You do not need to feel apprehensive about coming to see me."
"Yes, sir," she answered, dutifully. The hand she'd been using to fiddle with the beads on her wrist relaxed and left the bracelet to tug the cup a little closer.
As she lifted the tea cup, the headmaster commented, "so Mr. Yoshi sent you correct? The man has an eye for finding women with troubles for whatever that counts for." Iva blushed. She thanked him silently for giving her the tea cup, so when she tipped it up to drink, the rim covered the worst of her flustered nose and cheeks. When she put it back down, feeling less jumpy after the potential joke, he continued, "I already know who you are Ms. Coleridge, and I understand your position."
Iva had already assumed he had, but it was good to hear and confirm it nonetheless. She nodded.
He'd set her up to be slightly less uncomfortable. It came as a shock when, ater another snap, he tapped her on the head with bony fingers. She felt the tingle of another seal. It distracted her, so he could slip off the bracelet before she flinched back, like a child afraid of the dentist. She made a sound, like the start of a wail of distress, then clamped her mouth as he examined it, instead of examining her. That's what the second seal prevented, fortunately. Still, she couldn't keep her eyes off of that trusted bracelet, and they held a stressed distrust, jabbing at his fingers. She didn't like how she felt so naked without it. She'd probably never go a day without feeling that way ever again if she lost it like she had at the start of the week.
"Hmm interesting. I honestly did not think they would manage to screw up your seal so thoroughly. Very amateurish even by a normal maguses standards, as a sealing mage this is just atrocious," he muttered, tracing a spell around it on his desk. He levelled his hand over it, bathing it in some sort of glow for a few seconds, until it faded with the magical circle. On instinct, she shakily held her hand out again.
"There we go, a simple fix," he explained, putting it back arund her wrist for her, and tapping the second seal off of her head like a light switch. The fizzle dimmed down, back to the initial blanket of the first.
"I don't feel any different," she admitted when he was done. She retracted her wrist and twisted her wrist, staring at the luminescent moon stones.
"Now the seal will react to your will, allowing you to have certain abilities break through it whenever you please. Essentially you will now be able to use your ice powers without breaking the seal on your bewitching powers or your weakness to the sun," he educated her. She jerked her eyes sharply at him, her mouth going slack in awe. "However you will still be reliant on the bracelet and will be expected to keep it on at all times for the safety of yourself and the other students here" Mr. Dresden continued.
"Of-of course," she gasped, her eyes darting between him and the bracelet. "That's wonderful. Th-thank you very, very much." A delighted grin finally erupted on her face.
"was that all you needed then?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes!" Despite the perfection of the arrangement, there was one thing she was still missing. "How do I control the seal." It was the anticlimax to the wonder. The confidence in her grin went meek, and she looked back down at his desk. "I'm sorry. I've never worked with seals and academic spells, or anything beyond natural magic."

But her white skin flashed in the sun, solid, existing, and astonishly alive.

"Good morning Nepeta" Tora placed both his hands behind his head, then Yawned "I never get enough sleep, and Im glade you enjoyed the cake." He then looked at Nepeta and smiled "Well at least one of us is looking good today, and happy." Tora stomach started growling again, He sighed then placed one of his hands on his stomach."I better go get something to eat before class starts"

Talon Oblivion : The Water Gourd

Talon watched as Arisu answered his question as best as he could. When she mentioned Biology, his eyes froze open. After a second, he rose up from the chair and smiled at her innocently. I apologize, Arisu, but this is where we part ways for the day. I am not the most interested in classes that you actually have to sit down and learn something about nothing. He turned his back and begun to wave not expecting her to stop him from leaving. Sorry, I don't enjoy learning anything about Biology, he laughed as he started to walk away.

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