Welcome to Gaia! ::

Hel snickered as she quietly closed the door to her boilfriend’s room in the reaper dorms, and then skittered down the hall. She’d left him a little gift…a ribbon with a little tag with a nickname on it. She felt it best to be one of those presents he discovered on his own. With a grin once she was far enough way, the reaper moved down the hall with a bounce in her step, which soon came to a halt as she came across a student.

The valkyrie immediately froze and stared at the boil. Normally she’d just pass anyone in the dorms…but this one…

Well…didn’t exactly look like a reaper! She really shouldn’t have been judging. Once upon a time she could have been confused for another species too when she had wings. Oh how quickly she forgot. That being said, Hel was just going to be upfront, though it was with good nature as she approached the boil. “Oi!” She raised a hand in greeting, grinning. “Are you a reaper?”

At the reply, Hel’s grin only widened, and she sauntered closer to the other apparently-reaper. Oh, this one was sassy! Had an accent too, just like her! But not Nordic, obviously. “Hey, you would not be the first, nor would you be the last.” She cackled. “Had to ask! I do not often see reapers running around that have a skin like a disco ball!” She leaned in closer, to inspect said skin, and rested her fists on her hips.

“What kind of reaper are you? Oh! Are you new?” She’d never seen him around before…but then again she didn’t live at Amityville still either.

This was amusing! Hel was glad to still be running into amusing creeple. “Oh?” She hummed, her voice going up a notch. “Well, I suppose you are, but most certainly not as smooth as a disco ball.” She teased, and then straightened. “A dream reaper…” She repeated. “I never heard of one of those before! What is it your kind does exactly? Ah!” She held out a dark hand to him, still grinning away.

“Welcome to Amityville, then! I am called Hel!”

“Ha! Fair enough! I will give you that, boyo.” His tone and words indicated he wanted to prove her otherwise…fun! “Ah, I see! You remind me of a friend, she is a demon, a baku…she also deals with dreams and nightmares! Can you step into creeple’s dreams, as well?” Hel nodded her head. Interesting! Very interesting that there is a class of reapers that can do that…

But then he took her hand, and kissed it. Aww, Hel wanted a hand shake! Not…hand kisses or whatever.

“Oh…you are one of those…Cute.” One of those polite boils who did that kind of thing to ghouls. Those were few and far in between for her. Hel nonchalantly wiped the back of her hand on her hip, and then quickly put her hand back out to him again, because she wanted that handshake, jack damn it.

“Yanno…a real pleasure would be a good handshake...it says a lot about one’s self~!”

Hel just also apparently loved teasing first years…that and this one was rather fun and interesting.

Hel would have liked to ask more questions, but she could tell by the tone that, at this point in time, it would probably not be likely. Besides, she was getting what she wanted! A nice firm hand shake. She was back to grinning, and returned the gesture, giving his hand a firm squeeze and shake before releasing it. His words made her cackle. She knew a hand full of creeple who would agree with what Druvian just said to her. Her grin simmered into a self-assured smirk as she replied, almost purring:

“I do not accept and settle for sub par, Druvian.”

But he had given her a hand shake, and it had been a good one at that…needless to say this reaper was quickly making a place for himself in her books.

“So, what brought you to Amityville, huh?” She was also going to bother him for as much information about himself as she could.

The corner of Hel’s lip curled up even more. Oh ho…parents didn’t bring her here, and she’d tell him that soon enough. She was rather proud of herself for wanting to come here on her own. The reaper rolled her shoulders, cocking her head to the side. “I would not know, and you can drop the ‘miss’~” Because Hel was more often than not, the stifling one, not the other way around. “I did not come to this academy because my parents wanted me to, I came on my own volition, and because I am going to be the best.” She grinned.

“I am an alumni of this academy now, and the personal assistant of the head of the Trick or Treating coalition!” She oh so did love to inform others of her alumni status. “How about you, huh? What do you want to achieve?”

Parents and siblings blah blah blah, it wasn’t very striking to her if others from the same family had come here before. That was what also made her journey to Amityville that more special for her…she was the first in her family to do so. This wasn’t something she cared to share, though. It was important to her, and that was all that mattered. She did raise a brow in interest though as Druvian explained his goal. “Heh…good luck.” He had her to compete with, but that challenge went unspoken.

Here though, would have been the place that Hel got huffy that Druvian dismissed her status as Alumni...but, she did not get huffy. She did not get immature. She did not get bent out of shape, either. Instead, she laughed. She laughed, hard, at Druvian dismissing her status, like he was telling some kind of joke. Actually, Hel did find it hilarious. Being an alumni at Amityville now meant everything. It was a testament to surviving.

“You poor, naïve b*****d.” She giggled, her laughter dying down. “You do not know a thing.” She informed him cheerfully. “This Academy is not the one your parents and siblings have once had the pleasure and convenience of walking anymore, and that you will learn soon enough.”

“I like you.” Hel announced, beaming at the reaper. She wished more creeple judged by what they saw with their own eyes and by the actions of others, though as he went on to explain what he meant by dismissing her status, Hel still felt like he wasn’t quiet getting it either. But…that wasn’t something she could tell him. Time would, though. Some things just had to be experience for one’s self. “Word of advice though…not everything makes it to the news, and not everything is told, so…if you are ever curious about something, you should go searching.”

Actually…that in mind…Hel dug through the side pouch attached to her belt, and smirked. She wanted to sassily reply that no, she wasn’t done laughing at him, because he was very amusing, and that this was the pot calling the kettle blaaack. She pulled out a small note pad and jotted down something with a pen also from her belt pouch. She then ripped the piece of paper off and held it out to him.

“My number! Just in case for…whatever I suppose…I hope you have a skellyphone!”