Nova University

Jeric-

Jeric woke up slowly, his eye lids fluttering about. He looked up, and then looked around himself. Then there was one thing he noticed, he couldn't move his right side. He used the strength of his left side to try and sit himself up but it was difficult. His right eye wouldn't open up, and his arm and leg weren't moving like he wanted them to.
He could hardly breath, and he felt like he was dying.

A raspy voice came from his throat, "What's going on? Where is Cren? I don't feel his energy." Jeric was having a slight panic attack. He didn't know what to do and he didn't know when to do anything. All he could do was sit there, and let a small tear out of his eye. He realized that it wouldn't work. But, Cren made a deal. He had to keep up his end of the bargain.
 
Shakumi watched the girl depart. She decided that "Genny" would make a very dependable person should she ever need one of those. Having finished eating what she wished to eat, she unhooked the remnants of her soul from the various objects and turned to leave, following roughly the same direction the girl had taken. She took a few steps, before stopping and turning round. "Goodbye Markus. I'm sure we shall meet again." She put extra emphasis on the name, in order to alert the man that she knew he was lying. She wanted to know why, but she decided if he was lying, he probably didn't want anyone to find out, so she left it for a later opportunity.
 
He didn't like the way she said his name, trailing a distinctive chill down his spine. She knows. Shakumi probably didn't know specifics, but she knew Markus wasn't his real name. Tenshi were major enemies of trolls, and living with a clan of them for over one hundred years would give him that knowledge.

"Right." He replied through his teeth, watching her leave with rising fear. Genny didn't know, his 'family' didn't know either, and as far as he knew, neither did the rest of the world.

There wasn't much else for him to do, and most people were beginning to leave for they dorms. Still nervous, Markus wolfed down for rest of his food and trotted off to his dorm room.
 
[Mishra flicked his blade from its scabbard quickly at the first stirrings of Jeric. Rather than attack them as he had suspected, he instead seemed to be wholly and completely different from the one before. Even more interesting, he didn't seem able to move the right side of his body whatsoever, the arm and leg lying limp and eye closed without even a twitch.

"Cren? The wraith has a name? You act as though... you miss it... As for what's going on... you attacked, or this Cren attacked another student before the body passed out. And if what you're saying can be taken as truth, the wraith seems to have vacated the premises..."]
 
Oracio Krego , Green

Glancing over at Henry, Krego continued the conversation for one more moment. "Yes, but there are no fireworks this year. I'm not worried, however, Professor Ayrie is...more than capable of absolving sticky situations." Washing down the last of his drink, he stood up and spoke once more, "That and it's about time we all turn in for the night. Classes begin tomorrow and I'd like to get a good rest in." Remembering that Henry was a teacher while Krego was a student studying swordplay was an odd thought, but Professor Arukab was an even stranger one, as he never actually attended Henrys class. Still, now he was co-workers with a fair number of teachers he once studied beneath. Nova University sure had impressive teachers. "Sleep well." In honesty he didn't know if Henry slept at all, but this was still a formality as Krego headed out.

To avoid running into the source of the disturbance Krego took the back exit and walked through the massive field to get to the Scholar House Dorm building. The field was large and open, some trees showed scarring from student training and the landscape was clearly re-worked on a regular basis. While the classes were often held indoors, much training and many lessons happened outside the school doors to preserve the architecture. Looking in the direction of the archery field, he could barely see it in the dark sky, this was likely intentional. It would make sense to train archers to fight in the dark, but Krego knew next to nothing about archer with the exception of how to create arrows out of magic energy.

Arriving at the building designated the Scholars Dorm building, clearly shown by a larger version of the house crest bolted above the door, Krego walked in. Students were silent, though in their dorms it may have been louder. Being a member of the faculty, Kregos room was on the base floor, though the building housed 3 floors above ground. Anything underground in the basement was for community access, including students of other houses. While the main Library was within the main building, scholar house had a smaller library held in the basement. It was a quiet and quaint place, but Krego personally preferred the main Library, as it was usually well organized since there was somebody working there, rather than the thrown together shelves below where he was now standing. Kregos room was small, but it was as large as he needed it to be. A closet to hold his clothes, a mirror, a book shelf with a few spellbooks that clearly hadn't been moved in years, his bed, and the door to a bathroom. Others might describe his room as boring, but he just wanted a place with a bed, most of his time was spent in his classroom or outdoors. For now, it was time to sleep.
 
Amberlyn LaRosa , Teal
Amberlyn reflected on the newly awakened student. He wasn't moving half his body, which she saw working perfectly well not long ago. It didn't seem to be a new injury, rather a complication of whatever had happened to cause his scarring. But how could that be?

"You were unconscious for a while. Klalia here prepared some healing tea for you. Please drink it," she said to the young man. She grabbed the bowl from the ground and held it out to him.

Turning to Mishra she said, "I think our next step after this depends on how he reacts to the tea. If he feels well enough, I would be comfortable letting him stay in his own room tonight, although his Head of House would need to be on call."

Apart from his right side being incapacitated, the young man looked fine, although a bit scared. The light was fading, and his arrangements for the night had to be decided and acted upon soon.



Genevieve Brookes , Plum
Genevieve opened her door to the single dorm she kept to herself. She looked around the room at all her books, stacked in piles on every piece of furniture besides her bed. She considered reading some, but her stomach was full from the feast. It was making her sleepy. She felt her eyes droop.

She pulled down the shades of the window, blocking out the last peek of sunset left. Pulling off her sweater and jeans, she crawled under her covers and prepared herself for the semester ahead.
 
Sensing that conversation would probably not continue further, Shakumi took her leave. She wandered idly through the grounds, in no real hurry to get inside. Despite being dark now, the climate was still pleasant, a warm but dry breeze casually fluttering through the leaves of the trees. It was quite the contrast to her mountainous and cold homeland. The sky was nearly cloudless, and she could make out the twinkle of thousands of tiny stars. The moon was at a higher angle than it was back home, and for the first time she could see the constellations that lay beyond the horizon. As she drifted slowly towards the Dragoon building, she continued to tilt her head backwards, carefully taking in the sounds and smells of this alien land, and watching the golden lights dance across the sky. She loved foreign countries. Not the language or the peculiar culture so much as the strange feeling of nostalgia it gave her. She could never place a finger on it but occasionally she would see something that triggered a certain sensation in her. She couldn't recall a proper memory of the place, only an feeling that she had seen that before, many times and it was very familiar to her. And then when she had seen it and she didn't visit it for a while, it was like the memories became someone else's and she was looking in on another's life. This was the kind of strange philosophy that sometimes kept her up at night, questions that gave her a very uncomfortable feeling that she did not understand.

When she eventually made it to the Dragoon dorm, she found that most of the people had retired to their rooms already. Only a few people remained, shuffling about the corridors and lobby as if sleep walking. She checked her room number and located it's key before heading up the staircase. Her door was at the far end of the corridor, a single room with a window that overlooked the courtyard she had just walked through. The key stuck in the lock slightly and she made a mental note to be careful in the future, it'd be bad if she broke the key. Inside, she found her small suitcase had already arrived and had been place on the bed. It was a small room, with rather bare furnishings. The window was the centerpiece, a wide opening seperated from the outside by a retractable paper screen and two wooden shutters. She left the shutters open to allow the air to refresh itself naturally, but closed the screen. There was no point leaving it open when she couldn't see much out of it, and she didn't want insects flying in. Other than the window, there was a desk and chair that looked a little antique on the right wall, a cupboard built into the front wall and the bed on the left wall. She detected a door to a bathroom area too, although decided to leave opening that until later. All were antique-style, made of a beautiful ebony-like wood, although she couldn't imagine the school could afford to get original works for every room. She was a rather nocturnal creature, since she could sleep whenever she wanted, and she wasn't tired at all. She carefully unpacked the case, which contained only clothes, and put it in the bottom of the cupboard. She moved slowly and delicately, as if fast movements would disrupt the dreaminess of the night. After she had finished, she decided to call it a day. After all, she was exhausted from all the sleeping she had done on the journey there, which is more sensible than it sounds. If you sleep too much then the entire day will be a very drowsy day. She locked the room door, undressed and lay on the bed. The bedding was soft but thick and she realised she'd probably overheat, so instead she lay above the covers and sought the blanket of darkness instead.
 
Oracio Krego , green

It was now morning and Krego was up before the sun, waking to the sweet smell of coffee. He had set up a rune that stayed up for quite a long time that cast fire at a particular hour over a particular location, which in this case made it possible for his coffee to brew itself in the mornings, which was a major convenience. Krego himself hated mornings, he always felt slow and heavy, occasinally a little groggy. Starting his day would prove to be difficult every day, and if he didn't get up early he might not get up at all. Grabbing a mug of his caffeinated brew, he set it down after taking a sip. His coffee was black, and that's how he liked it.

The cup still steaming on his counter top, Krego changed his clothing into his day clothes, the robes which made him look the part he played in this university. Once again grasping the mug, he sat down to enjoy his coffee before the day would begin.

Arukab Tragide

Arukab had been awake for some time now, but he hadn't moved. If he were like Mishra then his body would still be young, but Arukab was an old man now. Many people in their 50's did seem healthier than him, however he had lived longer than those that looked his age and as such he has placed much more strain on his body. Laying in bed was a very good way to forget about his creaking bones, but he couldn't stay here too long. Getting off his bed now, he looked outside to see the sun was just a few minutes away from rising, so it would be a good idea for him to get into his classroom. He had one of the earlier classes and wanted time to prepare the shared room for the students and new teachers convenience.

Many people must still have been sleeping this morning, as they usually did on the first day. Students dealing with a change in time zone left some sleep schedules conflicting with the times here, and others just ate a little too much and needed to rest off the meal. Still, everything was as it usually was on the first day.

Arriving into the classroom, Arukab opened the door to the weapons training room. It was a large room, a roof high enough that one could fit another room up there, and clearly large enough for a small force of troops to fit inside and train. Dummies lined the walls, mobile from their spots, and one massive set of doors labeled "weapon storage" set inside the wall. This weapon storage could suffice for an armory as well, though it carried mostly the basics. Many students brought their own weapons, but Nova University would offer any weapon the student requested, even if they did not have it on hand. The local blacksmith would be able to craft something if the school offered to pay him a good sum for his work. There was another unlabeled set of doors, but the windows on them made it clear they lead outside to make room for much larger scale combat training, sometimes there just wasn't room even in this massive building.
 
It was just before sunrise when Shakumi awoke from her slumber. A dull orange light filtered through the paper screen, casting an eerie and strangely nostalgic glow over a trapezium-shaped section of the room. She realised this uncomfortable nostalgia would be something she would be feeling a lot of during her time here. After laying still for what was probably a little too long, she rolled clumsily out of bed, still half-asleep, and headed to the bathroom she had discovered the night before. While she loved the old-fashioned decoration of her room, she appreciated the consideration the builders had had of putting in a more up-to-date washing area. She took a cold shower to wake herself up. She had a class in the very early morning and she didn't want to miss the very first lesson. After dressing herself in whatever clothing she deemed appropriate for that day, she exited her room. She locked the door behind herself and headed downstairs, where she picked up a light breakfast before beginning to find her way towards the room where her 8AM class would be hosted. She was still quite early, but she didn't count on her bad map reading skills to get her there in good time, so she had allowed extra in case she got lost.
 
Elias never liked to sleep in, it was something he never got into. Wasting time, sleep was, when it could be better put to use doing something better was his motto. Only the idea has only recently come to him. There really wasnt much he could do at this hour, breakfast had yet to even start and class was still several hours away.

He didn't mean to bump into another student, it sort of happened. Obviously he needed to work actually looking around when he was walking. Being away from the battlefield was making him far too soft.
"I'm sorry." He stammered, shuffling of p out of her way. "I need to pay more attention."
 
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