Welcome to Gaia! ::

Upon arriving from the portal, an attendant was already waiting for the students, a Clans member dressed in an assortment of simple black robes and ornate jewelry. The room they were in was dark, dimly lit, though the ceilings seemed to be painted in various hues from muted purples to brilliant crimsons. The smell of incense wafted from an unknown location, sweet and at the same time, oddly nostalgic.

"You are now at the Clan of Death." They nodded. "There is very little that we ask of you as students, more that you simply respect our ways, and our teachings. Honour the priestesses that help guide our Clans, though you should see very little of them. You will be given temporary sleeping quarters, but starting tomorrow, you will begin the first of your classes and training field exercises. You will have free time to explore various areas after your studies. Is there anything else you would like to know?"

He meandered on into the place as if he owned it (but not really) with his Familiar perched on the shoulder both of them looking around curiously at their new surroundings as they got acclimated to everything. There was just so much to take in and apparently do. There was but a small pause as he paid attention to the 'Host' of this particular area and then seemed thoughtful.

Was there anything he wanted to know?

"...Is it alright for our Familiars to be out in the open or should they be tucked away?" He asked toward the Attendant. Just to make sure. As much as he loathed to be without Endzela ... if he had to pack her away he would.

Endzela let out a soft dismayed sound.

[Entering]

Kettil caught sight of...what he recalled to be Freya's sister from a picture once shared with him over HIM but...

...Wait something was off. Please hold.

Please hold while the brain hamsters turned in their wheel and tried to figure out the Hel-Puzzle before him. Needless to say he couldn't quite figure out what was off by her appearance cause he didn't ...know her well enough.

Or at all.

Still he was friendly and smile at her a bit. Endzela observed the ghoul in question and tilted her head toward her Reaper murmuring a soft, "Ket, sometimes you are too friendly."

"..Not possible, so what if I want smile at 'Two-tone', there is no harm in that," He snorted softly in a low tone to his Familiar. Like it or not Hel now had a nickname forever in Ket's mind.

So two new students appeared, both of which Ace couldn't recognize- wait, that split-colored ghoul he DID recognize from the trials on skelevision. That would mean that she was from Amityville. Funny, he recalled she had a lot more feathers than that. Best not to ask, he presumed.

Speaking of feathers, the other boil who'd arrived was just enough of a stranger for Ace to avoid. What could he possibly say to the boil? Nice accessory? Surely the owl didn't deserve a remark like that.

Ace was unsure whether conversing so casually amongst the other students was allowed but if it involved talk of the clans and trials, maybe he could get away with it. Approaching Hel, the demon gave the valk a polite gesture with a slight bow before raising both his eyebrows to show his impression. "You were a participant during the trials, weren't you? I can't forget a face~"

But just as he'd gotten a chance to speak to the ghoul, a ghoulish creature started frantically addressing him with a ferocity that even made ACE nervous here in these 'hallowed' halls. "Thanks I get my suits pressed often, never ever wear hand-me-downs," he said in an attempt to ease off the siren's interest (though it would likely backfire) before finally offering his name. "I'm 'Ace.' I'm intending on enrolling at Amityville sometime after this expedition."

[Entering]


Surprisingly, Imryn found herself liking the overall look of the place. It was dark, plenty of places to hide out or sneak around, though she had a feeling that they would not like it very much if she were to go snooping around and poking into places. Listening politely to the attendant, she just nodded her head a little at the appropriate points and kept her mouth shut. She was certain that these priestesses, if she even saw any of them, would be too busy to pay much attention to her but having decided to be a well behaved representative, she'd play the part as be respectful while here.

Taking a quick glance around the room,so far there wasn't anyone that she recognized from he school... but it seemed that they were just starting to arrive, and there was bound to be more on their way. Not that she knew many others as it was. And who knew, maybe she'd get to know a few people a little better while she was here. So far she was content just to float in a little corner of the room and people watch for the time being.

It was indeed, a fast way backfire as Israfel seemed only more interested. "Oh I know. Dry cleaning is expensive but if one wants to keep their clothes orderly it's very much needed. And hand me downs... augh. It's bad when they don't fit. I used have to wear my sister's dresses and they never fit because I never grew chests like them." It was casual conversation for him, that was, rapid fire conversation. "And it is nice to meet you Ace! I am excited! We are on the pony islands! Can you believe that?"

He looked over to the others appearing and Hel- Hel. Wings drooped as he gave a small nod to her. "Hi Hel." He saw the other student and smiled at them as well. He looked familiar but not? Odd.

The ghoul's face lit up as a familiar face approached her. Even though they had just met, Mei still felt a sense of friendship between her and the exchange student named Reiko.

There was just something about her that made Mei want to pinch her cheeks. "Reiko!" She smiled and gave the other ghoul a hug. "Glad you made it without any problems."

Looking about, she bit her bottom lip slightly. "Hmmm, well. Maybe we'll be making some sort of fancy enchanted jewelry? Like something that can change your shape or something that can make you like ten feet tall. Now THAT I would like to see."

((entering))

Looking over the room with a keen, critical eye, Sabine decided that the Death Clan needed better interior decorators. This place just screamed of old lady. At least it didn't smell like pet pee. Yet. One of the reaper's was already asking about their familiar.

Rolling her eyes as the attendant went on about respect, and teachings, and ugggh priestesses, the vampire began to seriously wonder if she should have taken the social risk of coming on this trip. At least, unlike the DeSanguine Academy, there were boils here. And...

Sabine sighed and shook her head, tsking as she approached Hel, "Hey, freaka, lookit you rocking the dual tone. I like it, it's fabulous, but I think you're a bit turned around. This is the Death Island, freaka, fat camp was the second one." Putting a perfectly meanie-cured nail to her lip in faux surprise, she continued, "Did I say fat camp? I meant Famine."