The School of the Mythic

[Vinyl]

Inkie felt more than saw Rai's go-ahead and dove into the box. He wasn't sure where the stuff should go, so most of it ended up in organized piles on the guy's bed. Hopefully Rai wouldn't mind.
With the two of them unpacking, the job at hand would be done in moments. Inkie felt himself calm, and his shoulders slacken a little. Something about loading and unloading, menial little tasks - sweeping, fixing pipes - always brought him peace of mind. Made him feel closer to the sky, nearer to the stars. A faraway mist shadowed over the young empath's eyes; the room around him seemed to dim - and for the moment he was back on The Rollick. He remembered how the ship would rock gently in the breeze. How the morning sun would kiss his skin as he rose at dawn and swept the deck, or the afternoons when he'd finally finish, stretch, and just nap right there in the middle of the floor. The light on his features, and Myriad by his side, all draped over his stomach, snoozing and purring by his ear.

And the library...

Even miles off of the ground, he hadn't had to abandon his love of words, of emotions written on the page. The books, he felt, had been able to understand him. And he understood them. He remembered his silent conversations with the stars. With the pages. With...

"Ah-"

Suddenly, a soft whimper bubbled from behind his scarf - the first sound he'd made since he'd entered the room. Still kind of muffled though, as if he'd moaned with his mouth closed. A throbbing, biting warmth prickled at his finger. Paper cut. Inkie blinked at the deep shimmering red as it rolled down his finger and looked absolutely like he was about to be sick. His cheeks flushed right before his face went pale, and then green, and he suddenly seemed to be as flimsy as a sheet of parchment.
In an effort to appear less squeamish, he shot a weak look at Rai and then peered into the box to see what had cut hi-

A small but well thickened book there read: "Legends of the Oriental Waterdragons and their Subspecies".

DRAGONS.

Pain and blood suddenly forggotten, Inkie practically leapt towards the book, pulled it out with care, and waved it excitedly at Rai. Dragons! And Waterdragons! He loved Dragons! He remembered watching dragons from the side of the ship that time he'd leaned so far over the railing that he'd fallen. And feeding one fish, and...and...
Dragons were just love and life, that was all.

Did Rai love dragons too? They were going to be best friends forever as long as Rai let him read the book.

His eyes laughed and shrilled like those of an overexcited schoolgirl, so much so that he didn't seem to notice the announcement.

 

[Sadicoatl]

Not knowing where to put his things himself, the dragon was quite pleased as to how the empath managed to fold his clothes neatly and placed them on top of the bed. Glancing around as to plan where he would keep his items, he saw a large cabinet just beside the window. Perhaps he could organize his things there. But first..

Standing up and turning towards the windowsill where a bedside drawer sat, he placed the bird cage on top of said desk before placing his hands on the window, leaning over and looking ahead as if in search of something important. A few seconds have passed with his eyes scanning the sky but as if the thing he was waiting for did not arrive, the dragon sighed softly in slight disappointment.

"Ah-"
The dragon's ears practically twitching from the sound, he swiftly turned around only to find Inkie frozen on the spot, as if seeing something he had never seen before inside the box.
Did he just say something?

"You okay?" The dragon inquired as the empath slowly reached down to pick up a book and began to... spazz? The dragon's stern face turned into wonder as to what triggered the taller male to behave like that. His eyes followed the book he was waving quite rapidly, until he grew slightly annoyed with the slight nausea it caused him.
"What, what, WHAT?" The dragon had to practically hold him down just so he could read what the other was waving. That book.. Rai practically scoffed and snickered at the same time. So that was what Inkie was excited about. He could only shake his head in slight annoyance. "That.. Well, you shouldn't believe everything that's in that book." Looking up, noticing the announcement just now, he began to gather his upper garments and made his way towards the clothes cabinet. The dragon began to sort his shirts by color in one compartment. "...I mean, have you ever felt so alienated before because," he paused, now gathering his trousers, shorts, and jeans and now arranging them by type right under the compartment he used for his shirts. He continued. "You know, because these crazy humans created these stereotypes and cliques and expect you to be in it and be just like your peers? And somehow.." He paused again, his voice raising a little now as the anger pooled inside his gut began to sizzle. He gathered his boxers and underwear so that he may place them under his trousers compartment. The dragon ruefully continued, his voice softening now with a tint of sadness in his tone.

"Somehow.. You did not fit under their expectations?" The dragon stopped altogether and looked to his left where a full-body mirror was attached to the cabinet door. His eyes searched through his reflection, only to have his sad orbs land on the reflection of the empath behind him. Rai suddenly turned around, his energy coming back to him, ready to bust in rants. He had no clue why, but he was comfortable ranting in front of Inkie. Could it be because this young man cannot speak and therefore not spread his issues with anyone? But it 's too late to think about that before. He had already began his rambling about his frustrations in life. Why stop now? Again, he can't possibly tell anyone, right? And what was he so afraid of anyway?

"I mean, take waterdragons for example. They control water, right? WRONG. Not all of them can." Rai closed the cabinet and began to pace around the room, obviously frustrated, his voice somewhat filled with envy and bitterness. "And they fancy only fish? WRONG again." Walking towards a small fridge located near the bathroom, he took note of the basket of fruits on top of it. He let his hand glide on top of said basket as if choosing what to pick before ultimately picking up a green mango. Tossing the fruit above his head and then catching it in midair, he brought the green mango towards his mouth and took a rather huge bite from it. Furiously. Like he was eating a large chili pepper.

"Dragons eat fruits too." He spoke confidently with his mouth still full, eyebrows furrowed together and all. It was then he remembered that they were called to attend the ceremony downstairs and so he rushed to the bathroom to wash his hands and swiftly patted them dry with the towel hung right next to the bathroom mirror - still with the green mango in his mouth like how a roasted pig does with an apple. He pointed towards the door in a "shall we get going?" manner.
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[Ali]

S E B A S T I A N • P R A V U S​

[bg=#747571]Sebastian looked into the large bathroom mirror in front of him, scowling at his appearance, wondering just what Killian had done to him. He hadn't received an answer when asking just what the mans guns did, but he was starting to panic just a little internally, hoping he wasn't effected with some deadly virus that would cause him to become bed ridden on the first day of school. He enjoyed the first day; and week of the school year because all the cute new freshman decided to frequent the campus plaza. Even if it was his second year, Sebastian had already picked most of the second year girls clean from his list, by dating, flirting, and sometimes even taking them back to his room, if you know what I'm saying. Sebastian was possibly_no, Sebastian was the BIGGEST flirt on campus, and it was quickly becoming aware of most the female students to steer clear if they didn't want their hearts broken, but he was a lucky man to be gifted with alluring looks, which just so happened to draw the girls in. He remembered once, he was solely complimented on his pointy ears, which he found odd, since that's what most others girls found odd in him...imagine if they saw what he truly looked like under his transformation magic. Only the headmistress and one other student had seen him without the magic before, and from that day on, he had used it to shield his looks from the public around him, in fear he would get the same reaction from that poor little girl.
Sebastians eyes shifted from himself to the man standing square in the center of the room, looking to his back with an inquisitive gaze. Clearly, he was hoping for something to happen to Sebastian soon. The question was, what was going to happen to Sebastian? He shifted his eyes back to himself in the mirror, leaning his body weight down onto the counter and smirking back at Killian through the reflection. Only Sebastians curiosity would get the best of him when it came to things like being shot in the chest with a devils gun..what luck.
Wait...
Luck...

Sebastian stood there momentarily dumfounded as a deep baritone voice echoed throughout the moon dormitory, as well as Killian and Sebastians room. "Dear students, welcome to the school. In ten minutes the opening ceremony of the year will start. Due to the great weather all students and faculty members are required to come to the grand plaza at the center of the school. For those who are incapable of being in direct sunlight, a special spot will be reserved in the shadows. That will be all." Sebastian scowled, wishing he'd of had more time to figure out what Killian had done to him. He looked himself in the mirror, shaking his head as to unsettle the mess of hair atop his skull that seemed to be to flat for the demons liking. He locked eyes with himself, only to notice a very glossy look behind his eyes, almost as if he was about to cry.
He pushed himself from the weight baring position, standing up and looking at himself with a straight gaze. His chest felt heavy and his throat felt dry, moments like this only came before he was about to cry.
Sebastian stood there and watched as seemingly meaningless tears fell from his eyes, coating his cheeks in the salty liquid. They came at rapid pace, and didn't show any signs of stopping. He couldn't go to the opening ceremony looking like a little bitch. Who cried at an opening ceremony?!
Wait...
Crying...
Gun...

Sebastian whipped around, looking at Killian in question. Clearly the devil in his room had something to do with this. In all honesty, he would have preferred being shot down, rather then having to attend an opening ceremony with unstoppable tears flooding his eyes. Now how would he attract any of the freshman? It wouldn't be easy...but then again, he could always use the tears to express his -quote on quote- emotional side, which only existed in the presence of the ladies.
He smirked towards Killian, wandering past him and mouthing the words "you're going to get it" before exiting the door and heading down the hallway.
He found himself keeping his head down, and keeping the hoodie of the sweater he had grabbed, up and around his head so not to show the constant tears falling from his face. Sebastian trotted down the stairs, whipping past any and all familiar faces while literally making a b-line for the plaza and taking a spot in a more shaded and dark area. He wouldn't let people see him like this. While he stood there, tapping his foot and watching other students arrive, he pushed his head down more, crossing his arms over his chest and whipping away the occasional escaping tear. Killian would pay.[/bg]

J I L L I A N • W Y N T E R S
[bg=#57C7F7]Jill's eyes were glued to her screen in sudden interest as she found a new game announcement on IGN. It stated there was a new zombie game in the works, that had recently been announced at E3. Jillian had always wanted to attend E3, but she had never found the time when she lived with her parents to go. E3 was basically a HUGE convention that gathers famous gaming companies, software, platforms, gaming champions, and in general nerds. A couple years back, Jillian had been invited to attend E3 as one of the worlds "Top 10 girl gamers", she had cried at that moment, pleased to be given such an honor. However at the time, she was in disarray, having just ran away from home and having just found Ogden Academy, she didn't have the guts, nor willpower to venture out of the schools safe confines. She was quite depressed for a bit, believing that because she had declined the invite, she would never receive another. Sighing, the ash brown haired girl closed her eyes, dreaming what it would be like to have people from all around the world cheer for her while she was on stage, battling it out for top cash prizes in games. The thought nearly sent chills down her spine.[/bg][bg=#57C7F7][/bg][bg=#57C7F7]

Jill's ears twitched underneath the large, somewhat soundproof headset she always had over her ears. The contraption was either connected to her music, laptop or stuffed in her pocket to make it look like she was listening to something, when really, she was either ignoring people, or listening in on conversations. "...Sweetheart" Jill could have sworn she almost fell off her bed when she saw another person standing in the door. She was clearly to drawn into her world of technology. Sitting up now and throwing her laptop off her lap to the edge of her still uncovered bed, she pulled the head monstrosities from her ears and sheepishly laughed inward to herself. "I'm sorry..headphones...couldn't hear ya', what did you say?" Jill watched the woman standing in the door, as well as a mess of technology following behind her, in it's own fashion. Suitcases with...legs of their own? Strange. Jill was a little weirded out, but at the same time, seriously fascinated. She was more into the game world the the mechanics world, but the odd cool thing did turned her face in it's direction, and speaking of cool things, Jill began scanning the woman in front of herself with a strange gaze, one of confusion but wonder. She had seen the punk rock look before, but never this close. The girls hair was spiked, into a single point and dyed snow white with a magenta pink. It was definitely different, but freakishly cool.

"I'm Jillian, I take it you're my roomie?"
She offered a smile the girls way, watching her manifestations of technology flood into the room and occupy the empty side of the dorm, it was definitely strange to watch. Jill turned her legs off the side of the bed, watching the creatures with fascination. She was glad to see that her roommate didn't enjoy conforming to the dress code as well, she felt more at ease with that, however, the ease was quickly washed away as a white and black bird flew up into the directional path of their window and throw the open panes, dropping a letting square on the dresser nearest to the new girl standing in the room and flying out once again. Jill looked at the letter, then back at her roommate who was most likely eyeing the thing with curiosity as well. It was small, and there was red wax sealing the envelope. Jillian suddenly thanked her stars she had taken off the headset surrounding her ears as an announcement flood over the star dormitory. A welcome ceremony? Oh right. Jillian mentally smacked herself with a childish grin as she remembered the welcome ceremony happened every year at the beginning of each year. She was more then curious to see what the letter now sitting on the dresser said, but didn't want to meddle in the girls business.

She shuffled around on her bed, laying back once more and staring up at the ceiling space above her bed which now hung a badass picture of people getting their guts ripped out by zombies...by far Jill's favourite poster. She had remembered returning to her old home to fetch the things she had forgotten when she was sure her parents were at work. She would never chance going there with her father present. When she had left, she had changed her cellphone number, her license plate and her last name. It was a good thing she was such a gamer back then too, it made it easy to turn her last name into Wynters, seeing as her screen name was most always "Wynter". Jill slid from the bed, removing her laptop and carefully placing it on the floor with her other belongings she had heaved into the room earlier that day. With haste, she began making her bed, laying down her tempered mattress, which was just a think piece of foam she put over the regular mattress which made it extra comfy for her, as well as her sheets, 3 thick downy blankets for when she got cold, an Alice in Wonderland cover blanket -the only one with a design on it- and tons of fluffy, huge, soft looking pillows. Her last touch was the seat cushion, which seemed to have thick fluffy arm rests and a big supportive back. Clearly she had bought this seeing as she spent so much time gaming, she needed the back support.

She crinkled her nose, watching the girl to her left while she continued to set up her things and put everything away.
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E R I S • C R O F T​

[bg=#9802CF] Eris's mind seemed to drift away from her mess of a room mate back to her third year at Ogden. She had been boarded with a strange girl who had ash brown hair, bright blue eyes much like herself and who was a witch. She was a sweetheart who enjoyed gaming like no one else, but didn't stand for any shit. That's what Eris had learned during their fallout of the fourth year in school. She sighed to herself, crunching her face into a look of shame, hatred, and sadness. Before delving too deep into that past, she walked into the room, watching the young girl before her scamper to wipe up what looked like shampoo, possibly conditioner; on the floor. Normally, Eris would have made a dirty joke, but this girl seemed much too innocent to laugh, let alone understand it.[/bg][bg=#9802CF][/bg][bg=#9802CF]

Eris moved swiftly into the room, her heals prominently clacking against the hardwood floors. Well, at least the shampoo wouldn't be too hard to clean for the young one. Eris knew this room inside and out, every crack, crevice, and burn mark -mostly from her own doing- that she had caused. It had been her place since second year, and she had only ever shared it with one person; Jillian Wynters. Once again, she clacked her tongue, hating the fact that she was thinking about that backstabber. Her bright blue eyes fell on the kid across the room once more, watching as she scrambled to clean up the mess, apologizing profusely every two seconds. She wanted to say 'don't sweat it, it was just an accident', but watching the girl scramble like a chicken with her head cut off was too funny.

She understood some people had insecurities, and Eris was used to this reaction every time people saw her, but she seemed to noticed the young girls hasted cleaning wasn't for Eris herself, but the student council president. Yala. Oh yes, Yala Nikuso, 7th year student, 4 year presidential pain in Eris's ass. There had been arguments, spats, swearing and tons of disrespect; she was surprised she had yet to illicit a fist fight with the prude for 5 whole years. It was definitely something she could eventually put on her resume as one of her "strong skills".

Eris sauntered over to the dresser on her side of the room, shuffling through her cloths which had been there for 4 whole years of living in the same dorm. Occasionally, Eris would walk down to the town bellow the academy, to pick out something new to wear, but, that was a rare occasion. Eris didn't exactly do well with strangers, she was a troublemaker, and had earned the name. Mostly from Yala and the headmistress, but that was a story for another day. A deep voice came over what seemed to be an announcement that easily reached all students ears, informing them of a opening ceremony in the central plaza. Eris sighed, wanting to plop on her bed, curl up in her blankets, and sleep. She was getting quite sick of these opening ceremonies, seeing as all it ever was, were hello's, welcomings to new teachers, and of course, Yala's welcoming to the student body. She was so used to it...and bored of it.

She wasn't going to go. She had decided at that moment there was no point. If something important happened, she would hear it through talk around the school, in class, whatever. Eris walked over to her bed, sitting down and eyeing the girl once more across from her before putting the extinguished cigarette bud in the ash tray precariously balanced on the outside part of their windowsill. This was going to be an interesting year.[/bg]

 

[Sadicoatl]

Alon Amihan

To all who have been asking how I have been, thank you so much for your concern. I am doing well.

A girl with auburn hair and brown eyes carefully made her way outside the Star Dorm, her delicate arms hugging an old, leather book against her chest. Dangling from the black book was a bookmark, apparently made from braided coconut husk with a small doll hanging from it - from the neck like an offender hung during execution. The doll swung back and forth, much like the dangling ribbon edges from her bow securely tied at the back of her head.

As a matter of fact, I am having a lot of fun in here and this university has given me a very comfortable and happy life.
Wearing the grey vest the school offered to match the black uniform, she kept the top two buttons open to reveal the dangling blade pendant resting on the fabric covering her chest. Her short skirt fluttered in the wind as she made it to the open plaza, exposing a peek of the rest of her upper thighs that were partly covered by her thigh-high white socks.

I am ever so glad to be a part of this school. I will write to you all again soon.

As she was dropping the letter to the school's mailbox earlier today, the announcement immediately caught her attention and she rushed back in to get ready. She did not want to be late as she never was, and so was one of the first few people who were able to make it to the plaza. Truth be told, Alon wanted to express herself and her frustrations through the letter, but then decided against it, seeing that it was no use and she got what she wanted in the end anyway. Whatever it is now that she is doing in the school, whether or not her parents or their religion approved of it, they won't be able to know. Alon stood in the open, black book still in hand, as she glanced around to look and see if her last year's batchmates are here. Though already being able to spend a year at the school, Alon still felt like a newcomer: always meeting and welcoming new students, always making new friends.. It was as if she was a new student as well.

But being a newbie in this campus did not bother her at all. Stepping under the sun to feel its warmth, she took a deep breath and sighed quite gleefully, her eyes relaxing a bit. At long last, she had her freedom.
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[Vinyl]

Gamer, huh?

Jack's blues flitted nostalgically between Jillian's zombie posters and consoles. At least the new girl had good taste. The days and nights spent playing PS3 till 4 had been some of her favorite. Then she'd started to design her own games. It had gotten old. The edgy girl leaning on the doorframe smiled wistfully, pulled her pierced bottom lip between her teeth. After game design she'd engineered a few consoles; reality gaming gizmos she'd never gotten patents for. That had grown boring too - trite.
Plebeian.
Just like everything else.
The downsides of being a little genius - nothing held her interest long anymore. Not toys, not money, not men.
Only a few things in this world still thrilled her everytime, but this new girl... At least she seemed like she was having fun - and if she liked to play around, then...Maybe she wouldn't make a bad roommate after all. Jack could put up with just about anyone as long as they knew a good time when it happened.

"I'm sorry..headphones...couldn't hear ya', what did you say?"

A shrill voice shattered Jack's little reverie. She grinned at her new roomsie, snickered, deftly snatched the wax-envelope from the counter and flung herself onto the empty mattress.

Then, quietly and more to herself..."I said you'd go batshit if you knew how much sex happened in that bed last three years."

She giggled like a villain, for a second looking every bit troublesome. The way her hair shagged and spiked, the way the pink zipped through her snowy bangs - all of her essence, right up to the sharp canines and bold eyes - made Jack seem like an impish sprite. Around school actually, she'd heard kids who didn't know her assume she was some wild spirit. In her dorm, she was no different. Even as her eyes poured over the envelope flipping between her fingers, she seemed about to pounce or dance or something just as unpredictable. Dangerous. Maybe at night once she got her things together......

"I'm Jillian, I take it you're my roomie?"

That girl had such a teeny voice.

"Mhmm".

The scheming melted. No way she could hurt this bubbling lil cutie. Not yet, at least. Jack rolled over onto her stomach and waved the letter in the girl's -Jill's- direction.

"Headmistress'll prolly be seeing me more than you will though. I swear, she loves me. I'm her favorite student".

Jack laughed, sitting up on the bed and bouncing a couple times. Her fingers popped the wax off as if she'd been doing it for years - because she had - and tugged out the summoning in one fell swoop.

"Miss Rigg, Darling. You are hereby...to the office of the Headmistress directly after the ceremony. This regards the wreckage you have caused within the school...You will be required to clean up your mess...bla bla bla, punishment, I love you, yadda yadda yadda.... Come to the office...ooo, look!"

Jack widened her eyes in mock glee.
"Or meet with Miss Nikuso! A punishment from Yala doesn't sound too bad. Then we can clean up the mess together. And maybe afterwards she can punish me more. "
The snickering Mechanokinetic tossed the summoning to the floor and lifted her crackling eyes to Jillian.

"Ever met Yala?"

She was about to go on, but at that moment a booming voice sounded from the intercom. It held her attention long enough to depart with the most important bits of information - the ceremony, a few details - but after a couple of seconds Jack's mind had drifted. Then again, that should have been expected with consoles spread around the room like candy.

"Do you mind if I tinker with your playthings?"

 

[Ali]

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How much what?...

Jill's sky blue eyes found themselves staring at the girl now occupying the other bed, flipping her twiddling around with the letter that odd crow had flown in before a few minutes ago. Everything other second, the young witches attention would fall back to Jack's contraptions, eyeing them with curiosity, she only hopped they weren't this loud in general, otherwise she'd have to attempt to fall asleep with her head phones on and after one night of a craned neck, followed by a day of shrill buzzing in her hears from the blasting music, she didn't want to do that anytime soon.

Oh please tell me I didn't hear that last word right...

Jill watched Jack laughing to herself, clearly amused with her own personal inside joke at Jill's expense. Jill sighed, laughing to herself in a soft giggled, mostly one she could only hear, but it was a trait of hers to laugh like a boisterous fool.

She really reminds me of Eris...

"I used to have a friend who still goes here, she was the headmistresses favourite too." Jill chuckled, remembering all the stupid things Eris tried to do, to get herself into, to get herself out of. Always either caught by the headmistress or Yala.
Jill noticed Jack blurt out Yala's name, just as it was running through the Witches mind. I don't see why she would choose Yala over the headmistress, she's sure to get a far less punishment from the headmistress...

"Oh yeah...I've met her..." Jill fell in on herself, remembering the day she had agreed to go out with Eris's plan of sneaking into the boys dormitory after curfew...they had run into Yala, walking back to her dorm from god knows where, and...they were pretty much screwed from that point on. Eris didn't seem to care at the moment, but it was clear Jillian respected the authority Yala held at Ogden. Possibly this Jack character would be the next Eris to her? Oh no...

"You break em', you buy em'. But we need to go to the opening ceremony. You can tinker with em' when we get back, mmkay''?"

Jillian rose from her newly made and very comfortable bed, regretting even moving since standing was far worse then sitting and gaming. She sighed, walked to the door, slipped on some simple sandles and began leaning her weight on the doorway, watching Jack with a inquisitive look to see if she'd be accompanying Jill.

 

[Vinyl]

Jack groaned and slid down to the floor, staring up at Jillian with pouty lips and puppy eyes the whole time. Her hair slumped just as sluggishly across her face.

"Go? Do we have to go? There won't be motorcycles or views or beer pong..."

What did they have at school parties? Most things got banned once the Headmistress realized maybe they could be amusing. Fire dancing, for example. Snakes, live wires, sex toys...nothing escaped that old lady's glare of menacing fun-destruction.

However.

"Actually. There'll be cake. And boys. Both of which are delicious. Help a poor roomsie up?"

Jack stuck her arm straight up in the air and left it there, honest to goodness hoping she wouldn't have to use her legs...which was silly, because she was clearly built for exactly that. As she slumped over, her ash colored wifebeater did the same, revealing a slightly muscled stomach - a single freckle above her navel - and what looked like the start of fairly - no, extremely - strong legs. Jack yawned and her body yawned with her, rippling and shaking like some powerful creatures do.

"Also, sweetheart, you're leaning on my doorframe".

 

[Ali]

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"If I'm to help a roomie' up, it's my door frame too.."

Jill winked towards the slumped body, sauntering forward from the door frame, gripping her hand tight, and yanking her to her feet with a decently strong grip.
She noticed the girls hands were fairly larger then her own, almost enveloping her petite digits as she went to help the punk from the floor.

"Yes we have to go...sadly...believe me, I'd much rather stay here and play my games as well as surf the web, but I don't exactly feel like getting on the headmistresses, or Yala's bad side today for that matter."

It was true, this opening ceremony was going to suck. She envied the people who could care less and weren't going to go, despite the wrath they may illicit from the Student Council President and the Headmistress. The welcome ceremonies were normally pretty boring, and Jill had actually managed to fall asleep at the first one she attended, un purposely of course. Perhaps this time she'd manage to stay awake? Talk to some new people seeing as it wouldn't just be a gender segregated ceremony; there would be boys there! Jill was a sucker for any cute boy who even gave her a glance.

"By the way, you still haven't told me your name..."

Jill let go of the odd girls hand, offering a smile her way and watching the utter look of disinterest cross her face. It was clear this girl didn't want to attend the welcome ceremony, so...Jill would just have to keep her entertained, after all, she had almost made it a goal in her mind to be-friend her new room mate, a promise she had kept to herself while coming back from her Aunts over the summer break. And, even though this one seemed like trouble, it lit a spark in the young witches heart, reminding her of Eris once more, she still longed for the danger her old friend brought into her life, but she definitely could relax knowing Eris wasn't getting Jill into punishments good graces anymore.

She turned herself to face the door, sighing to herself out of bordum and making her way to the ceremony.

 

[Vinyl]

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Had he ever felt so alienated before?
Yes. Everyday, when he watched children laughing or his peers chatting freely in the halls.
If not because he couldn't speak then because he was feeling it now. He felt Rai's alienation.

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The loneliness...it hurt. It brought him pain - not the sharp pain one might expect, but a dull one, a slower one. One that cried through his pores and, piece by piece, ate away at him...not from the inside, but from the outside - poked at his core, shook him through his spine. Tears rimmed the corners of his eyes...Inkie swallowed hard to keep his throat wet, for the pain dried it - not quickly but gradually. The sadness was a tearful vaccum. He wasn't good enough for others...
But moreso...he wasn't good enough for himself. Why did it have to be this way?
Once standing tall, Inkie's long and lanky body sank weakly to the nearest bed...his shoulder slumped lower...his eyes scrunched up to hold back the tears...
He wasn't good enough...not for himself, not for anybody.
Why?
Why not, what made him such a pitiful excuse of a...?
Was it because he wasn't exactly like the others? He'd tried hard to live up to expectations, only to slip and fall past each and every one.
Inkie tensed, suddenly realizing...throbbing painfully underneathe the sadness...pulsed an anger...Frustration.
Inkie balled his delicate hands into fists and then grabbed the bedsheets, squeezing them. He let out a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes. Rai's words fell around his ears, but Rai's feelings - those fell so much deeper. Inkie wiped a few threatening tears from his eyes in hopes that his roommate wouldn't see and continued to listen, all the while clutching the bedsheets...
Times like these he always lost himself. His old friend Myriad had once told him it was best to practice seperating the emotions of others from his own...to keep them in isolation far from his own mind.
But Inkie had never believed in that.
And not now, certainly not with Rai.
Inkie shuddered and watched him softly with those misty eyes of his as his roommate elegantly snatched a mango out of the air and ravenously set upon it.

"Dragons eat fruit".

Inkie nodded his absolute concurrence - dainty thing of a nod. His hair shook softly around the frame of his face, and his eyes shone brightly with both concern and nostalgia. Rai was right about the fruit - Inkie remembered sharing strawberries with Myriad. And he was aware enough to feel that there was so much more to what Rai was saying than dietary concerns...but...
For the life of him, he couldn't place why Rai would be so up in arms about what Dragons put in their tummies.
Inkie sat and pondered this last bit even as the turbulent emotions of his roommate sloped into a sort of calm, listlessly watching Rai's slender frame as it trotted from the bathroom to the door. Only when a teensy slip of Rai's urgency tapped him on the shoulder did he snap to attention, glancing over his shoulder.

Rai was standing there with a mango in his mouth. It was...kind of...
Inkie couldn't help but half-smile. The young empath stood again, ignored a small sway of fatigue, wiped a last tear from his eye, and came to stand meekly beside his roommate.

Where Rai was headed Inkie had absolutely no idea, but he didn't really mind following his friends wherever.

 

[Olissa]

The announcement just about threw the girl off her balance and right onto her bum. Just about. She had managed to catch herself by gripping onto the edge of the bed before that would happen.
Oh no, only ten minutes and she still looked like a… as what she wasn't really sure, but it definitely wasn't pretty. Not that she considered herself pretty. She wasn't. Just a teen trapped in a child body, though it was true she had grown more in the past year than she had done in most of her time at home or normal schools. She had looked much younger at the start of the previous year. Her father had 'jokingly' said it probably was because they were finally getting her the right treatment, getting her under control, that the harsher regime was showing signs of a hopeful future. Right, if he said that it probably had a word of truth in it, right?

She got up and shuffled her way to the bathroom. She washed out the largest amounts of the white liquid, and changed from the jeans she wore before to a pair of jogging pants. She could just go and wear the uniform (thankfully they came in child sizes too, from small giant to leprechaun sizes were available) but she had a feeling today still had plenty of messy moments to come.
Walking out of the bathroom, hair damp, a stain still low on her shirt, she looked at Eris. "I'll be going. To the plaza." She told her roommate with a voice so tiny it probably could be missed in the wind. Nervously she nodded her head, turned and discretely made her escape for the door.
Her roommate probably had so far either been outside of her power bubble, or didn't have a power active at the moment, as it seemed that Eris hadn't noticed anything, or remarked anything in particular yet. She almost wondered how long this might be able to continue on. Hopefully longer than last time.

---

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That was her cue, her signal that this was the moment to get up and go out. One hand ran through her silky black hair, brushing it out of her pale complexion before closing the door of her closet. A pale skin that had barely ever been touched by the sun. And for good reason. Ice was not really heat resistant, but most of all, vampires and sun were a no go.
Although the vampiric and elemental clans alike often viewed them as an abomination due to not being pure, it did bring a lot of up sides. Improved sunlight resistance being the greatest upside of them all. Of course, she still had the issue of not being able to handle direct sunlight for more than a few brief moments, but it was longer than the purebreds.

She turned, picked up her black lace parasol, that would just look perfect with the red and white uniform and freshly manicured nails. Her stockings ran high up her thighs, leaving barely any skin, save for a small slit below her skirt. Heels clicked on the stone floor, echoing through the hall where many a students were now walking, getting ready to head over to the plaza. Yala's trusty black binder was securely gripped in one hand, her folded up parasol in the other.
Already she had spotted a fair share of faces that she would make a mental note of to keep an eye on. A new school year gave everyone new chances, but some people just had a tendency to want to break the rules faster than they could be announced.

Weaving her way past the excited students, Yala made her way down, and out of the building. Before she stepped out of the shadows, the parasol was swiftly lifted, and opened gracefully.
One of the guys spotted the president and trotted over. "Miss, will you be alright. With it being outside?" he asked.
What looked like a smile, gracing her lips but forgetting to send the memo to her eyes, was sent to the guy. "I will be alright Maxi, thank you for your concern." The stone cold, husky, voice said, as the icy blue eyes scanned the plaza. "As Vice President, please make sure any students that take refuge within the Tree will not harm themselves."
"Yes ma'am." the guy, Maxi, said as Yala made her way around him and on to the steps that lead towards the main building.
The plateau before the stairs and door connected were intended as the stage for this occasion, so, since Yala had her task today, she stood there, parasol in hand, back straight, chin up, chest in.

 

[Vinyl]

Jogging to Jillian's side, Jack looked nearly like a gazelle. She was taller than most girls, standing at 5' 11''. But unlike cowering from the height as many would have she embraced it. When Jack walked she bound, strut - when she went anywhere it was either with her head held high or to the side, winking. Smirking. Maybe glaring. If she was ever insecure, it didn't show. And while she could be a bit of a flirt, Jack was - and had never been - a pushover.
Truthfully, Jack had never met a soul with the guts or the charm to handle her. Hopefully she never would. From the ripped fishnets snaking up her legs thigh-high to the steampunk locket dangling mischievously low over her tank top danced a girl who...wasn't exactly looking to be 'handled', to put it nicely.

"Jacqueline Rigg, resident Poltergeist at your service".

Now she bowed slightly before throwing her head back in a fit of giggling. She winked at Jillian with heavy lashes and voltaic eyes.
Most likely she was joking about the evil spirit ghost part, but honestly..."poltergeist" seemed more probable than human.

"Or at least that's what people say".

As the two came upon the plaza, Jack thought of playfully tagging Jill in the shoulder, but...she was just so unexpecting and cute.
Damn. Foiled again.

"Hey, what year are you anyway? And tell me if you see Yal- oh hey look be right back".

In less than a couple of seconds Jack was off in a different direction, completely abandoning Jill who knows where.
It never occurred to her that such an action could come off as rude. She was just having a whim and decided to chase it.
If she ever did realize it was rude, she probably wouldn't have cared.
Right now, all she cared much about was cake and the guy standing in the shadows over there - the one with his eyes looking all funny.

Jack wasn't by any means a master of emotions, but she'd been friends with Inkie long enough to know when somebody was covering up a good cry.

 

[Sadicoatl]

Ephraim Luzvimindo

As the dragon humanoid bit off half of the cheek of what's left from the mango, he tossed the seed to the nearest trash bin - as if he was tossing a three-point shot in basketball, one that was situated at the corner on the opposite side of his bed. Which reminded him, he should dress the matress as soon as he gets back from the announcement. He didn't want his skin to itch since he was planning to sleep all day anyway. Watching the seed go past the empath and right into the bin, he noticed how his roommate wearily walked towards him. Even though Inkie managed to dry his tears and all, the movement alone to do that was a dead giveaway. Rai's eyes widened a little in wonder as he swallowed the fruit in his mouth.

"You okay, bro?" He casually asked, noticing that Inkie's energy seemed to have deflated, as he was really overexcited earlier. The dragon worriedly watched the taller male as he tried to figure out if he had said something to offend the guy... But just when the guy of concern was right next to him, Rai's thoughts snapped.

You IDIOT!
The dragon's shoulders slumped down in discouragement. How could he complain of such petty things earlier when Inkie probably have experienced worse? The taller male undoubtedly wiped his eyes earlier. He hurt him. All because of his petty insecurities. And during the first day of their meeting too! How could he be so insensitive? And not to mention rude? The other male would have given a lot to be able to vocally express his anger like Rai did and yet he could not speak...

And he had no choice but to take it all in.. Keep it to himself.. With no one to lift the burden with.. It was then the dragon realized that this Inkie guy, though he tried to recover from internalizing the dragon's rants earlier - to no avail as he could completely relate to him by the way - must have been looked down on a lot during his life. Every fiber of his being wished he could just take it all back than to see this young empath try to hide the hurt in his eyes.. Oh, Rai knew how it felt like all right.. Not being able to keep up with the rest is frustrating.. Depressing.. Sometimes it tempts him to just curse the gods who created him oh so imperfectly and yet he has no choice but to move on, to swallow his pride and just live with his flaws. If he had a hard time, then how could he expect that Inkie couldn't have had something worse? This was bad..

This was beyond bad..

Raising his now trembling hands, he thought of a way to at least try and make this guy feel a bit better about himself. Truth be told, he really had no idea how, add the fact that Inkie could not word out what he is exactly feeling at the moment. It was such a disaster. The dragon placed his hands on the other male's shoulders and squeezed them encouragingly despite feeling weird about being this close to anybody.

"I'm sorry.. I was insensitive. It's unfair that I get to lash out like this while you sat there and listened without having anything to say right?" The dragon didn't even wait for a nod or something to answer his question. Rai rested an arm around the other male's shoulders before playfully punching Inkie's arm, now leading him outside the room. "Tell you what? After the opening ceremony, you can keep any one of my new notebooks and write your thoughts out whenever you feel like it," He happily guided the taller male toward the stairs. The dragon continued. "I mean, you know.. So you could at least have a chance around me to say something about yourself. You are after all my roommate. Plus, it's bad to keep it all in." He tapped the empath's chest with his index finger quite roughly.
Deep down though, he was also interested with what this guy has to say. No doubt Inkie is full of mystery with his silence alone. But still, for some strange reason, Rai can't help but give as many excuses he could think of to be with this guy. Honestly, Rai only has a few friends in his space, namely his pet and himself. He never got close with his previous roommate anyway, mainly because he never felt like he should. His schoolmates? Nah, he'd rather drift off alone than to get involved with their strenuous activities of trying to fit in.

Maybe he couldn't help but nurture his pride by denying his loneliness? ​

 

[MagiKin]

Killian could not stop laughing once he realized what curse had been bestowed on Sebastian. "A crying curse? hahahahahahahaha!" He rolled on his bed laughing more and more with each passing second and barely caught Sebastian mouthing of that he was going to pay. Sure I am roomie. Sure I am. After he composed himself, he followed after Sebastian and exited the dorms, making his way towards the main stadium hall where everyone was supposed to gather, but not before splitting away from Sebastian and his tears.

He usually never went. It was the same ol spiel each and every year. Thanks for applying, be sure to ask questions, do your best, here's some students who want to say something, please enjoy the food and try not to get involved with these people. That's where he usually came in. His name was one of the ones mentioned last year and now probably this year too. Still, whether they did or not never really helped with students trying to avoid his confrontations.

Wonder if Sebastian is still weeping his heart out somewhere? He laughed again as he leaned against the outside of one of the buildings. He wasn't going to go to the openings. He would just rather sit here and relax. He wasn't low on energy, he had this spot to himself and....His eyes shot open. Eris! That's right, he had to find Eris. Learn he dorm number and maybe even get her to play a little dare with him and his curses. He pushed off the wall and began his way towards the festivities.

 

[Ali]

• Star Dormitory | General Plaza | Ceremony •

Eris exhaled with an apathetic tone, fatigue clearly befalling her cerebrum. Her original plans were to avoid the opening ceremony at all costs; it served no purpose to her, after five years of hearing it, so she saw fit to stay away and take this time to relax in her soft bed. She was definitely grateful she had nice sheets, blankets, and pillows to keep her cozy. As of late, the young demon had found herself in a state of problematic slumber. Getting shut eye' for her these days was more a blessing then anything.

She found herself gazing up at the blank wall of her dorms ceiling, zoning out from the mess across the room who ultimately seemed to have sneaked out.
This one was definitely going to be difficult..
Eris's cool blue hues seemed to flutter shut, pushing her into what seemed like an endless sleep. When the young demon was asleep, she felt vulnerable, scared, and alone. She didn't get dreams like most of the inhabitants of Earth, she only got moderate flashbacks to a time she had long forgotten.

The year Eris arrived on campus, she came with a heavy heart, a bruised body, and lost memory. She was told, piece by piece over the years by the Headmistress, she was found wandering the grounds, before being invited inside and asked questions relentlessly; to insure she wasn't in fact a clever 'Hunter'.
A hunter...
The name echoed throughout Eris's ears, whistling warnings to her. She was 70% sure there wouldn't be a day; she saw these hunters, but it was always good to have ones guard up. To protect ones self from the outside world that wants to hurt you. Occasionally, Eris would get different flashbacks, of a liberal group of people, all different in genders, surrounding the young demon and chanting timeless reverent words into her ears. She could see cloaks, beady eyes, faces sheen with sweat, and blood. Eris wished more then anything, to remember her past, but it seemed that would have to wait today.

The young woman opened her eyes, relieving once again, the piercing blues that she saw glimpses of in her memory; most likely belonging to her. She lifted her tired body from the bed, feeling a yawn bubble up from her chest, infiltrating her lips and shaking her body ultimately with the regular chills followed by a yawn. Perhaps, she could distract herself at the ceremony? Find something to play with, talk to some people, cause a little havoc? The last one had her laughing. Since her first year present at Ogden Academy, she had bumped heads full force with the resident goody too-shoes, Yala Nikuso; the Student Council President. However, Eris did remember the time when she was just "Yala: the resident goody too-shoes", and nothing more, she had only acquired her position of President in her second year.
Alright Yala...fifth year...game on...
Eris heaved herself off the bed, patting her skinny jeans down in hopes of removing the bunched up wrinkles. She walked over to the bathroom in a carefree fashion and looked herself in the eyes, falling into the ice cold blue she was born_er...created with? She sighed, pulling a couple of her long digits through her silky soft lilac hair. She did have to admit, her hair went well with the cast set upon her eyes, blue and purple were nice colours.

Eris's heels drummed across the hardwood floors, creating a sound in their wake as the purple haired demon left her room, shutting the door with a hefty slam behind her. She was clearly already late to the ceremony, but, she figured; it's not like she would miss anything important. She also didn't want to get to close, in concern of seeing Jill. It was true they were on an acquaintances base now, after their fall out, but..it just wouldn't be the same. She was also attempting to keep her distance from the resident infatuation towards her, Killian Strauss. The reason he choose her as his current interest was beyond her. Occasionally it was flattering, but sometimes all he wanted to do was fight her, which admittedly were some fun times, but most of the time, the young demon wanted to be left alone to her thoughts, or causing trouble of her own accord.

She silently found her way to the plaza, eyeing the gathering groups of chattering freshman, scared freshmen, loners, the popular ones, the nerdy ones...this school was a cesspool of stereotypes, grating on Eris's last nerve. The simple line on her lips showed how much she didn't want to be here. In all honesty, the only reason she changed her mind last minute, was to get some sun on her skin. Demon or not, Eris craved the heat of the sun; it felt nice, and reminded her of__well...she wasn't sure, but the heat was a pleasant reminder of something, a blurry image in her mind she couldn't yet make out.
One day I will melt in the sun, and love every minute of it.

Eris stood in her own obscure little place, waiting for someone to begin talking, her thick black sweater hanging over her forearms, exposed back baking in the sun. She liked to sport her open back tank tops as shirts. The front normally had something vulgar on it she was constantly asked to cover up, but she figured today she could give less f*cks then a fish out of water.

• Opening Ceremony •

Resident Poltergeist, hey?
Jill laughed to herself in silence, noting that the girl beside her -Jack- was clearly the sarcastic type, but Jill liked that, she found it refreshing when others took pleasure in the small things. Jill herself seemed to only loosen up when she was masquerading as "Wynter"; in her own little world where people respected her and didn't call her a freak like the real world. A place where she was safe. Even though she had found her way to Ogden about three years back, she has never let up the feeling of un ease that courses through her on a daily basis.

Her worries would stem from her father. A constant nightmare of where he finds her, drags her home, punishes her, and forces her to carry out the deed she rejected long ago. Her body shook with fearful chills that racked her petite figure. Thinking back to the possibility, Jill probably wouldn't have the guts to face her father again; once had put enough emotional turmoil on her.

"To bad.. having a poltergeist roommate would have been over the top awesome." Jill giggled, looking Jack's way, clearly laughing underneath her small small. She had never been good at holding in a laugh, it was something even her dainty persona' couldn't cloud. Her eyes found the sky, cool and blue like the hues that graced her face, it was a beautiful day, and she was glad she got to spend it outside, she was glad that classes were tomorrow.

Perhaps I could interest Jack in a game of Left4Dead later...that is if she hasn't ruined my consoles to the point of no return...
Jill visibly shuttered, rethinking her idea immediately. She turned to meet Jacks eyes, watching the girl give a silly bow and continue on walking. She might find a friend in this girl after all...good. A small smile graced her features, stretching her constant one just a little more to show the gratitude she found in having a good roommate. Sure she was a troublemaker, but...Jill was going to claim her as her resident poltergeist troublemaker, and keep her out of trouble...hopefully.

"Um..my th-" Not even finishing her sentence, she watched her fiery roommate run off into a completely different direction, towards what seemed to be a lone person standing under a tree with their head down. Jill shook her head, smile evident as she began humming the classic childhood rhyme, Jack and Jill; reaching the ceremonies gathering just as 'Jill came tumbling after' finished her rhyme.​

 

[Vinyl]

Jack slowed as she reached the cryer under the tree and tried to take him in. While sizing him up probably wasn't nessecary, she simply couldn't resist. Her rousing blue eyes flitted to and fro, taking the guy apart like a machine.

So he was tall.
Taller than she was, though not by much. Nearing him, she wasn't sure whether that was good or bad - only that she'd never met a taller dude who could pay attention to her face while she was talking.
Granted... if she had a problem with that, she probably shouldn't wear such low cuts or dangling lockets, but...her body was her body, right? She should be able to do what the fuck she wanted with it.

Forget that though, and he seemed okay.

To be honest, he seemed kind of cute.
Why, she couldn't place. It could've been the fruffy black hair or the slender face, the emerald eyes...the arms. Could've even been the pointy ears.

Though with teeth like that it's hard to say whether he works for Santa or Satan.

The dynamic mechanokinetic felt a playful smile tug at the corners of her lips and gave right in to it. This could either be heartwarming or wild fun. Which, she'd decide later.

"Pssst..."

Jack looked around once before grinning wickedly back at Mr.Sobbing beside her. She'd noticed how Inkie always tried to make his acquaintances feel unnoticed by others if they were hurting.
So, feet arched and voice hushed, Jack leaned in towards Cryer's ear - maybe a little too close since she felt her lips brush his lobe - but she didn't want to risk anyone else hearing.

"Why the waterfallls? Cat got your dick?"

 

[Ali]

• Underneath A Large Tree | Just Outside Of The Central Plaza •

"If that was the case my dear, I'm sure I'd be howling like a werewolf.."
Sebastian chuckled, bringing his head up from view of the ground; blazing green emerald orbs locking onto hers while the soft scent of her skin invaded his senses. His ear twitched with delight once the girl was so close. His pale ivory skin seemed to dull out a fervent grey underneath the shade of this tree, it was an icky colour, once which didn't suit the demon.

Sebastian pulled himself up, unmasking his hidden face from the female bellow still catching the occasional tear that fell from his jawline.
"My roommate happens to have a devilish, for lack of a better term, funny bone." He was seriously hopping internally this curse Killian had put upon him would end soon, otherwise, all his good prey would vanish before he had a chance to snap them up.

The tall man unhinged his back muscles which seemed to be keeping him slumped over, reaching his full height under the tree of 6'2". His eyes pulled away from her, an ever president smile tugging at the corner of his stapled lips. It seemed that no matter where the man went, there was always a toothy grin on his face. He watched the girl beside him, snicker at his misfortunes; fair enough, he'd do the same if he was in her position.

"You do not seem like the type to care for anothers...oh how did you put that...waterfalls?" Sebastian chuckled once again, pulling his hood further over his head to keep from being noticed by another, though..now that he thought of it, probably standing under a huge tree, alone, wasn't the best cloaking method. Idiot.

Sebastian sighed, lifting his head to peer through the leaves of the large tree shading his body and the petite punk next to him. Now that he had a good moment to look at her, she was definitely on the complete and total opposite side of the regular girl radar, but then again, internally, wasn't ever girl here different then a regular girl?

"Shouldn't you be at the welcoming ceremony?" His query tone rang out in a soft, deep, voice, running through the winds underneath the tree and right to the woman's ears, he might possibly have scored yet.​

 

[Vinyl]

He'd probably never be as stiff as he was now for as long as he lived.
​

In all honesty, walking down the hall now, he felt like one of Jack's robots.

Shoulders grabbed, shoulders squeezed...chest poked.

Every touch was sending his heart through a spazz of wild beating. He could hear it in his ears - actually, that was all he could hear. Attempting desperately to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks, Inkie tugged his scarf farther up the bridge of his nose and looked away...to no avail.

Maybe staring straight ahead would work.

Boom boom, boom boom...
Rai's arm was still around his shoulder. He could feel his roommate's triceps against one side of his neck, and his biceps firm against the other. If it wasn't for his scarf, he'd probably just explode. Inkie suppressed a shudder.
He was so awkward. What was Rai saying?
This was so awkward.

Boom boom, boom boom...
When he failed to contain the next shock of quivering he realized just how achingly stiff he must seem - his shoulders were tensed, his legs were somewhere between jelly and stone, his gut felt like a boulder. And he was walking like an army sergeant. Awkward.
Rai still hadn't moved his arm.
Awkward.
How did people walk when somebody had their arm around their shoulders?
Usually when he saw a scene like this, both parties had their arms around each other...but he wasn't sure Rai would appreciate the gesture, and even if he would've, Inkie felt like his own arm was rock-dead by his side.
...Sides.

With a flutter of complete embarrassment, the empath wondered if Rai could feel his hips through his coat. Why did he have to be so curvy. Why.
Why couldn't he have the body of every other male on the planet instead of one like a bikini model.
IT WASN'T FAIR, HE WASN'T A BIKINI MODEL ANYMORE.
RAI WAS SO WARM.
THIS WAS SO AWKWARD.
WHY WASN'T THE ARM MOVING?!

Inkie took a deep breath and fluttered his eyes. Keep calm and carry on. He didn't want his emotions leaking into the air, though he had a feeling he'd already lost control somewhere along the way...not that anybody who wasn't an empath would notice them as his and not their own.
Besides...Rai was just being friendly. Trying to apologize, in a way - though for what, Inkie had no idea. He only knew that Rai had been feeling awful earlier and wasn't feeling quite as awful now, so...maybe this was worth it. He couldn't have Rai feeling bad because he'd messed up and shed a few tears.

Inkie tried his best not to walk so stiff-like and relax his shoulders, offering his roommate a hidden half-smile.
This was still incredibly awkward, but focusing in on the sound of Rai's voice helped a little.

"You are after all my roommate. Plus, it's bad to keep it all in."

Inkie nodded in agreement, shaking a loose curl out of his face - there were always curls to shake out of his face - and looked down at Rai with a bit of a softly questioning expression.
What a funny guy.
Less than an hour ago he'd been running away as if Inkie were headless, and now...
Not that he minded, of course - he enjoyed the company of his roommate. And for once, it seemed, he'd met somebody who understood exclusion as well as he did himself.
As they rounded the corner together and made their way closer to the plaza though, Inkie couldn't help but wonder why exactly Rai felt so isolated...or what he was keeping in. He'd not push too far into the guy's privacy though...what would happen would happen in due time.

 

[Vinyl]

​

Jack cocked her head and watched Smile Guy with crackling eyes. He was kind of sassy for somebody who'd been sobbing a few seconds ago. Sassy and surprising. Jack felt her lungs quiver as the dude bloomed in front of her like a flower - muscles rolled, eyes glowed, smile danced like lightning across his face. And so many questions! Did she care about Waterfalls? Should she be at the ceremony?

"Don't you have to have a dick first to howl in crotchpain?"

The Mechanokinetic laughed like a villain, twiddling excitedly with the locket against her chest.

"Between you and me, it's not a welcome ceremony until somebody whips out the beer pong".

She giggled again and then gasped as if struck by divine prophecy, attention span unreliable as ever. Suddenly, a light fired through her eyes. Jack looked up at this tearful giant through her thick black lashes - irises big and daring blue. She placed a hand against his stomach...smoothed his shirt out with her fingers. A wicked smile curled at her lips - the kind that made children run in fear.

"Say...are you bored?"

She may have struck him as the type to sit around for school events, but he didn't seem quite as tame to her.
Well...if you excused the crying.
She wondered how much black would run down his face if she tied him up and painted his eyes with mascara.

​

 

[Olissa]

Slowly the plaza was being filled with students. It would be a total of eighty-six students that would be standing there. The school grounds clearly were built to hold more people than it did at this point, but it had been a very long time since the halls were filled to the brim.
Yala took a good look around. Some clearly wouldn't fit in with human society, like the fairies and the winged elves. And yet others, like herself, seemed just like any other ordinary person on the outside.
Yala glanced up to the sky. A bright sun was shining down, and she was once again grateful for her parasol.

One of the last ones to arrive at the place was Olissa. Standing way in the back she had no way of seeing what was going on in the front. Even if she jumped, she couldn't manage to look over the other students.
The light blonde petite sighed. Even though she was 15, for some unknown reason she aged much slower, and thus was incredibly short.
But just because she was small, didn't mean she was planning on making her way up to the front, oh no, definitely no. People tended to get mad near her, and for good reason, so she stayed away as much as she could.
Sometimes she wondered why her parents had insisted on her coming here. She was a nuisance and at any ordinary school no one would notice her powers. Normal people didn't have a power that could be nullified.
Olissa stepped back. Perhaps if she went back a little more, she could see over the rest of the people. She jumped up and down. Each time she was in the air she could see the patio by the stairs, but jumping during the entire assembly really wouldn't work.
All she could do really was hope that what she heard would be enough and they wouldn't be showing anything.

From what seemed out of nowhere, an owl came and swooped down onto the stage. It remained close to the microphone that was set up, hovering in place for a moment before morphing into an older woman.
The woman had a warm appearance, and despite her wrinkles in her face and gray hair, didn't move like an elderly lady.
The headmistress leaned forward to the microphone. "Good morning students and faculty members alike. As headmistress of the Ogden Academy I would like to welcome all of you to this school. The last secluded school which teaches, and supports those that aren't considered normal in the human world." She paused for a moment, looking around at the students. "Today 18 of you have arrived here for the first time, so especially to you all I would like to say, feel at home, feel safe, and know that you are amongst people who are similar to you." Her voice rang loud and clear through the microphone, and out through the speakers that had been hidden throughout the courtyard. "I won't take up too much of your time, but there are a few things that have to be discussed before you go. First of all, tonight we will be holding a welcoming gala. Take that opportunity to get to know your future classmates in a different setting than a classroom." When the headmistress was done talking she looked to her left and smiled. "Now Mr. VonStro will explain some of the rules of this school that you must keep." She stepped aside as the teacher came up.

Olissa had heard and remembered them all before, so it didn't matter really that she couldn't completely hear everything that was being said.
The teacher was explaining the basic rules. Girls and guys only slept in their own rooms, and no one was allowed into the other building after midnight.
He talked about punctuation, being on time for class and the meals, and what you could expect happen to you if you decided not to follow the provided schedule.
No one was allowed to go off the school properties, unless the headmistress herself very specifically gave them permission. And even then, using your powers outside of the school grounds was strictly forbidden.
After a somewhat long and boring list he came to the final part.
"At all times you are not allowed to enter the Underground Catacombs. The basement of this school is strictly forbidden and any form of crossing that rule will result in direct severe punishment. That is, if you come out alive."
Olissa had often wondered if that threat was really accurate, or if it was just to scare them off. Either way, there was no way Olissa would dare go near the stairs that lead down.

The sound of two claps in the hands was heard. "I think you've scared these students quite enough, Mr. VonStro." Yala said as she stepped in. Even from way in the distance, by the Great Tree students could see the teacher flinch for a moment before smiling.
"I guess you're right on that. But remember, stay out of trouble, and don't create it." With that he walked off the steps and Yala took his place.
Just below the Great Tree a girl nudged the boy beside her. "Alexei, check it out." The girl nodded to the front row. As Yala stood there by the microphone, the students on the front row shivered. No matter what, that power of Yala was just something else. There had to be at least a few feet between her and the front row, but even so, the cold aura she emitted affected them.
"Wow, seriously?" The boy, Alexei whispered in return. "She's way colder than you told me."
"I heard a rumor once, she froze someone to death with just one look."
"No way! For real?"
"I heard she went down the steps to the underground levels, and came back, having turned into the ice queen she is now." A student further to the left chimed in.
"Impossible, rules state that no one goes down, and I heard she never even broke a single rule, ever." The first girl said.
"Not even sneaking into the guys' dorm at night or so?"
"Not even that."
"Better yet, I heard she never spoke a lie."
The three that were talking hadn't even noticed that they weren't whispering anymore, and that Yala had not yet spoken a word since she had gotten up there.

Yala cleared her throat. "If you are done talking, I would like to make an announcement." She said, her eyes fixed on the three talkers. Instantly they were quiet, as if frozen they didn't even move a muscle.
Yala brushed a stray her hair off of her face with one hand before she spoke. The matured voice she had was heard loud and clear.
"I am Yala Nikuso, I am the elected president of the Student Council, and on their behalf I would like to welcome you as well. I have been here for four years, this being my fifth, and I have been president ever since the elections in my first year. This year will be my last year here, and that means a new president will have to take my place."
She paused before continuing, choosing her words carefully.
"At this school you are able to choose whoever you wish, no matter which year they are in, what age, gender or race they are. From this election 3 candidates will come forth and work as 'Student Council Apprentices'. They will work directly under me as my assistants and in the course of the year I will be able to decide who of these three has the capabilities to becoming the next president until they graduate. The remaining two candidates, if they wish, are allowed to work on the board of the Student Council, but are free to refuse as well at that point." Yala stopped again, her eyes traveling over the students that were present. Who of them would it be she wondered.
"Good luck, and choose well." She looked at the Headmistress and then stepped into the shade of the building.
To finish off the speeches the headmistress reminded them that classes would start tomorrow, and soon after that, she morphed back into an owl and took off.

 

[WitchesRayvyn]

She was late. She hated being late. When you were late, people noticed when you entered, which meant their attention was on you, and Iris hated when other people had their attentions focused on her. She had only just been making her way towards her dorm, her meager belonging being pulled behind her, when the announcement had been made for all the students to report to the courtyard for the opening ceremonies. She fought her way through the crowd of other students, moving as quickly as she could the towards her room and was relieved to see that at this point in time she would be rooming alone. That suited her just fine. She knew she wouldn't have time to unpack properly, but she didn't have much to unpack anyway. All she had were some clothes that Tristan has been able to steal from his sisters, some money that he had insisted she take, the collar that had kept her prisoner for 5 decades and a small silver locket that Tristan had given her. Inside the locket was a picture that Tristan had made her take of them together at something he called a photo-booth. She had moved her things to the side of the room furthest from the door, made sure they were out of the way then dashed out the door, pausing only long enough to close it behind her.

Now she found herself jogging down nearly empty hallways. Her ears flattened against her head in annoyance, and her tail swished back and forth behind her, a physical manifestation of her growing agitation. She had been in a hurry to get to her room and hadn't really paid much attention anything else around her, her mind completely focused on getting to her room and away from the crowded halls. Finally after it seemed like she would be jogging forever, her sensitive ears picked up the sound of a large group of people and she altered her course towards that gathering. When she spotted sunlight, she slowed to a hurried walk till the warm rays of light spilled over her and she stopped for a moment to try to catch her breath. She wasn't used to moving so quickly and for such a long period of time in this form yet, and she was having a bit of difficulty adjusting. She moved much fast in her fox form and she was so small and light that it didn't take much effort. It seemed that she had only missed a few minutes of the opening speech. Her tardiness had placed her at the back of the group, and she found herself grateful that she was late. It meant that she would be one of the first to leave, which meant she was less likely to have to interact with the other students.

As she was catching her breath, movement from the in front of her drew her attention to a short human girl with silver blonde hair that was presently backing up towards her. Iris scrambled to move so that the other girl wouldn't bump into her as she started jumping up and down, presumably trying to see who was up on stage at the moment. She probably should have said something to her, the girl probably didn't even know she was behind her as she had been the last student to enter the courtyard, but that meant talking to someone she didn't know, and that just wasn't something she was ready to do. Once her breathing had slowed some, she straightened and turned her attention to the woman speaking, hoping that she hadn't draw to much attention to herself. As she listened to the Headmistress speak, her violet eyes scanned the others gathered, noticing how diverse the student body was. This made her relax slightly as the more diverse the people around her, the less attention she would draw, or at least that's what she hoped. As she listened to the Student Council presidents speech, she made sure to keep and eye on the previously jumping girl in case she would have to move again to avoid her.