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A straw-haired reaper walked silently down the steps from her dorm floor. She wanted to get out of her dorm for a bit, to let Tortalo have some piece from her magic and let cloak crawl around a bit. Despite it's joy at being her extra hands it did enjoy a good stretch. Golden eyes scanned the main room then nodded to her black cloak. It unwound from her shoulders and scooted off into the shadows to play. It liked to move in the shadows, seeing if it could change it's position without others knowing. Plus reaching out and grabbing them was fun too. Lilura was silently glad it hadn't been given the ability to talk.

She took her book to one of the big couches in the main meeting room and settled down to have a read. It was a book on how to animate human artwork. Her current chapter was how to keep the canvas from coming to life instead of the paint. After all a big square wasn't nearly as fun as a painted character suddenly moving and talking to you. That would totally scare a few art patrons. She giggled to herself as she imagined famous works of art coming to life and generating some really awesome fear. Even chanting them to wink would be really funny!

She twirled a bit of her golden hair around her finger as she read, not really paying attention to the coming and going of any other student. She hadn't been very social lately, not after on of her items attacked another student. She had felt so bad that she had been able to control it. It did make her question whether or not she'd ever be able to make a proper Mimic. She thought of that one demon that had one for a companion. It was so cute! And she adored the acceptance bin. She wondered if she'd be allowed to take it for a walk one day.

Well this was an interesting character. He had some neat clothes, nice hair, intersting eyes, and he could make spectral chains with his hands! That should get Lilura's attention! Alas her cloak noticed the girl had her nose buried deep in her book and hadn't noticed the new arrival on the other couch. Cloak and Tortalo had been discussing thier mistress's lack of social interaction, well Tortalo discussed and Cloak agreed. She needed to make friends again and go out with other ghouls and boils her age. So now it was time to take matters into his own weave!

Lilura hadn't noticed the new boy flop on the couch but she did feel a disturbance in the force so to speak. She suddenly realized cloak wasn't making any noise, which meant it was going to get into trouble. She closed her book and set it aside, glancing about for her enchanted cover. She still didn't really notice to boy there, he wasn't her cloak so she didn't need to be speaking with him. Where had that thing gone?

"Cloak? Where are you?" she spoke aloud to the room in general.

Oh she found out quickly as her cloak fell from a rafter onto Nyyrikki. It did it's best form of a wave as it bounced up and down on the boy. Cloak barely weighed anything but it was rather disconcerting to have a piece of black cloth dancing on your stomach.

"CLOAK! You stop that!" Lilura said running over and retrieving her garment. "Oh gosh I'm so sorry! Cloak can be quite a pain sometimes."

"Gosh I'm sorry! Cloak kinda likes to make a memorable introduction," the straw-haired female repear blushed a little as she pulled the cloak off the boil. It could be so embarressing sometimes and infront of a cute boil! Her golden eyes glared at the fabric which seemed to be trying to act cute by waving and doing a little dance. It wasn't working. She shook her finger at it speaking in a very motherly tone.

"Now cloak, you know it is innappropriate to pounce others. Go apologize for your behavior!"

The cloak hung it's head area and shuffled over to Nyyrikki. It could seemingly walk on two corners of it's fabric. It seemed to kick some imaginary dirt and patted Nyyrikki's hand with it's cloth. Apparently that was it's way of apologizing. Then it scooted over to the coat rack and hung itself dejectedly.

"Oh you dropped these," she reached down and picked up his chains. She handed them over with a smile.

Lilura smiled a bit at the confusion of the boil as she ordered cloak to apologize. It always did kinda weird people out a bit; not many kids had moving clothes. He didn't even seem made about cloak's pouncing which she was very relieved to see. Once she handed him back his chains she felt all was well again. At least until he suddenly freaked out and grabbed her hands.

"Ah! What in Sally's name?"

She blushed brightly as the boil grabbed her hand and began to look at it. He seemed really upset. Her hands weren't that dirty! Then she blinked as she realized there was some sort of black paint on her palm. Where did that come from? It seemed to be in the shape of his chains. It was then she noticed the boil's own hands seemed to be the same color as the paint. It must have something to do with his magic.

As he pulled her toward the bathroom she didn't resist, she wanted to get this paint or whatever it was off her hand before it stained. All she needed was black stained hands when working her own magic. She tried to keep him just as calm as she was and lead him to a unisex bathroom kept on the main floor of their dorm, a simple one person bathroom. She opened the door and calmly went to the sink and washed her hands with the provided soap. Once all the stain was gone she held them up with a smile.

"There, no more stain," she tried to say with a reassuring voice. The boil seemed generally upset her hand had been stained, "I take it that's why your hands are black? I'm Lilura by the way."

The straw-haired ghoul smiled at him.

Lilura giggled a bit when Nyyrikki took her hand again and inspected. Despite being black his hands felt nice, not even weird. At least he was concerned about staining other's hands. He could be mean and trick people into staining their hands. She listened to his explination of the cause of the stains. Well that seemed logical and normal for many reapers.

"Ah yeah, my first spell when I was a kid made a paper airplane fly around the house like a bird. Took mama an hour to finally catch it and get it disenchanted," she giggled.

Her smile was genuine, showing she was hardly mad. She was just glad he didn't seem made about cloak pouncing him. After all that had been the main start of it. When he mentioned leaving the bathroom before rumors started she blished a little.

"Ah depending on our reputations maybe it might help," she smiled a bit before leaving first then heading back for the main room. Her book still lay open on the table, a picture tapping it's foot impatiently. When it saw her it seemed to shake it's finger at her.

"Yeah yeah, I'll finish the chapter later," she closed the book and turned back to Nyyrikki to roll her eyes, "Book on animated art. It HAD to include a few animated drawings."

She smiled as he noticed her magic class. Not that she minded being labeled so quickly but it was nice to know someone else knew about her kind of magical skills. "Yes, all the women in my family are. Most only animate one kind of material like cloth or wood. I can animate any material pretty much. Or at least I will once I learn." She pushed another lock of hair from her eyes, she should really trim her bangs but she was usually too busy practicing her magic to care too much about her hair. Sometimes it was the victum of her magic depending on what she was animating.

"Oh no, art animation is very advanced animation magic. I won't be able to do anything like that until I'm much older." She giggled a bit, "Most I could do is bring the actual canvas to life and thats not as interesting as the picture." As he pulled back his hood she admired his hair. It suited him quite well with his eyes. She liked his eyes. Normally she felt a little awkward with her golden eyes, people could hardly see the white pupil in the middle. Her mother always said she had candlelight eyes.

Cloak was keeping his "eye" on the two from his perch on the coat rack. He wasn't entirely convinced the boy had accepted his apology and he did not like to be sent to the rack. He didn't think he had done anything wrong, he had just pounced the kid. Didn't even hurt him! Though it was fun to kinda freak the kid out. He kept waving at him with the end of his material.

"Oh well it is in MY family," she smiled brightly, "There are male animators but for some reason in my family only the women seem able to do it. Most of the males in my family are warlocks or even druids." she thought of her brothers, the fire and ice wielding twins and her uncles with varying talents. But so far only the women of her blood line seemed blessed with animation magic.

Then he asked a common questions, simple spells. A lot of people asked this or asked her to perform one. Of course this would require Tortalo and she wasn't ready to summon him just yet. She didn't know what he would think with an attack cloak then suddenly a talking weapon.

"Well temporary spells are the easiest. Don't require much magic. I use them during battling," she crossed her legs on the couch, "its a spell that gives it movement and makes it respond to simple commands. Like a pencil that automatically takes notes." She giggled a bit remembering the pencil she had made Daisuke.

"My cloak was the first big spell I did. It's a permanent spell and cloak has a sense of self. It's also one kind of material, cloth, so it was easier to enchant. Something made of multiple materiels such as wood and stone are harder to make permanent." She smirked as cloak waved at Nyyrikki. Apparently cloak thought he had a new friend, or someone new to staulk.

"When I'm old enough and powerful enough I hope to make Mimics. They are one of the ultimate animators spells," she had a far away look in her eyes for a moment as she dreamed of opening up the family buisness of making mimics once again.

"What about you? Going to be a Grim reaper? And chains are your weapon? I have a weapon, as animators rarely do well with flesh and blood things. It's a scythe."

Lilura smiled when Nyyrikki complimented cloak, her moon yellow eyes glowing a bit. She had been so proud when she made cloak, her whole family had rejoiced and thrown her a party. Of course her family was always like that, wanting to celebrate some sort of acheivement even the small ones. She glanced up at cloak who was still watching them. Most likely the thing had a crush on him now. Cloak got attached to people, it wore off eventually but it was amusing for awhile. She shook her head at the question about a corpse, "No that is a Necromancer. It's a whole different kind of magic due to the complexity of the human body. We can only animate man-made objects like wood, metal, or cloth. The only living thing I've seen animated in any way is plants. Makes for an interesting garden."

Lilura listened softly as Nyyrikki spoke of his own family and his powers. He seemd ashamed of his powers and of his weapon. How could he be ashamed of something that was a part of him? She frowned at the thought of parents being disappointed just because a child was different. Her family, the huge thing that it was, was accepting of all kinds and looked at the good side of all powers. The men in her family ranged from the Grim type to one strange cousin who could magically produce socks.

She put a hand on Nyyrikki's shoulder, "You are not a nuisance just because you are a little different. Besides, chains are a good weapon. Much easier to carry and smaller."

She smirked as he spoke of her own weapon then had an idea that may make him feel better about his own. "Would you like to meet my weapon?"