The School of the Mythic

[Ali]

• In Conversation •

"Were you not the one who pointed out I possess such parts first, miss?" Sebastian challenged the multicolored hair girl. It was a common misconception that Sebastian was unintelligent since he fell under the category of 'player', but he was more then happy to accept a certain verbal challenge from an opposing suitor. He shuffled his footing backwards, leaning more of his body onto the tree trunk itself. The grounds of Ogden seemed to be littered with large impressive shrubbery, hedges, and trees; including the one Sebastian and his companion stood under. But nothing compared to the central tree of Ogden, if you've never seen it, you'd be considered blind. The massive foliage stood in the center of the plaza, providing shade and shelter to those who found the sun a friendly enemy and beautiful scenery to everything else. Sebastian vaguely remembered seeing the tree itself on the schools crest, a fitting image.

Sebastian watched the strange girl beside him cackle with a hearty laughter, looking almost like a fictional evil villain for a moment. A small smile tugged at the demons lips as he watched the woman with curiosity. He looked away from the girl, eyes focusing on the large gathering close by, all intent on listing to the headmistresses words. Sebastians ears twitched as the noise traveled from the stage to him, filing his head with the same dry information he had heard last year, and the year before. He couldn't imagine the boredom of the poor souls who've been here for more then 4 years; enduring that same speech with only occasional differences. The tall, built demon brought a couple fingers up to his face, in attempts to wipe the constant tears away, only to find his eyes had begun to dry and his cheeks followed suit. Finally.

Sebastian turned his attention back to the girl beside him, watching through the leaves of the trees in front of him as an owl flew from where the stage was most likely placed. He hummed in compliment to the woman's suggestions of beer pong. That would most definitely lighten up the mood, and welcome the newbies. Sebastian found it a lot easier to get reactions from slightly intoxicated females. With his back to the tree, he heaved a sigh of relaxation, thanking the gods -or whatever it was a demon believed in- Killian's curse had stopped, and making a mental note at the moment to get revenge.

A moment of shock ran through the young mans body as he felt a small hand press into his abdomen, taming the wrinkles of his sweatshirt and finding his toned body. His vehement green eyes bore down onto the twisted young lady bellow him, first moves were his thing, and he felt a tinge of subtle awkwardness rush through his body and mind. He swallowed softly, watching his devilish companion smirk nefariously. Alright...he was game.

"Always my dear, what did you have in mind?"​

 

[Vinyl]

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Jack smirked smugly up at him, eyes narrowed and rousing. The sudden tense of the taller dude against her hand was practically sending thrills through her gut. What? Had he never been touched before? When he'd been so collected just a moment before the smoldering of his eyes down on her and the subtle quiver of his stomach was undoubtedly...amusing. Jack's face glowed with mischief.
So what, weakness was her weakness?
Shoot.

"If you can hearrrr this over the pounding of your heeart..."

Jack slipped her curious hand underneath his sweatshirt to tap the bare skin of his stomach. Without missing a beat she slid her palm up his abs, tickled along his ribs all the way up to his bust and pressed her body - her chest - against his. Lifted her lips to his ear and supressed the urge to laugh maniacally. Quoting corny movie lines always made her want to laugh maniacally. So did stroking fidgety men.

"Do you know where the basement is?"

The giddy mechanokinetic slid off of poor demon guy and took a step back, still smiling. At the moment it was rather unclear whether she was waiting for him or just waiting for his reaction.

 

[Ali]

• Dealing with the mechanokinetic •

Sebastian had noticed the women smirking each and every time she elicited a reaction from his body. It put him slightly on edge to know this girl most likely wasn't into him for the reason most were. His emerald pools found her body, scanning it up and down in a lewd manor. Sebastian had a weakness to anyone of the female gender. Call it what you will, a problem, a curse, he couldn't seem to pull himself away in the heat of the moment. This thought passing through his mind, a toothy grin grew proportions on his face, exposing more of the doubled canines his mouth played home too.
I wonder what this punks smile would look like if my transformation magic wasn't in place...
He pondered the thought to himself, feeling her warm hand reach up and under his shirt and trail up the sculpted skin of his abdominals, further and further up until she found his chest. Sebastians breathing seemed to slow, his heart beat returning to normal and his quickened motions seeming to fall into the emptiness surrounding the two. He had realized earlier in life, if a girl was making the first move, she was either incredibly brave...or she wanted something. Sebastians suspicions were confirmed momentarily as he heard the soft, attempted sultry voice of the female ring through his ears. Ahh..that's what she wanted. Well, he would have some fun with her desires for the basement, serving his own needs with simplistic touches and teasing.

The demon hummed through his teeth, hues quickly glinting a shade of bright magenta, easily accentuated by the shadows of the tree; before returning to their alluring emerald colour. "I might know a few things, but I charge for the sensitive information.." The simple idea of messing with this girl was playing with Sebastians pyrexia, raising it to a fervent proportion. The demon motioned his arm, which up until this point had been patiently waiting at his side; right towards the young females cheek, his right hand softly caressing the back of her cheek. Sebastian once again locked eyes with the troublemaker before him, grinning madly in anticipation.

• Central Plaza | Welcoming Ceremony End •

Jill turned her head from the attention she had given the ceremonies elocutionists, having heard enough for herself. She couldn't however, help but wonder why Mr. VonStro gave that same warning every year. Clearly, the basement was off limits, Jill understood that. But the student populace in general had never been given any definitive information concerning the subject, it was always just warnings. Eris had once tried to get into the basement, with Jill's help. Originally, she had rejected the idea faster then she rejected onions on anything she ate; she had a distaste towards the awful texture of that grotesque vegetable.
What were you up to Eris?

Giving up on her insensate beliddling of her previous best friend, Jill turned her face back to the stage to find Yala having taken Mr. VonStro's place, smiling down and welcoming all the new students. Her attention had already been lost, and listening to Yala's yearly welcome wasn't going to bring it back. Jill did respect the authority of this school, but she had learned the same thing was uttered every year at this thing. She did however look forward to the gala tonight. Plenty of new candidates to go with, to met some new people, and to mess around with her outfits. Inside her gamers bubble, Jill was really a preppy girl, wishing to jump free into the social frey of Ogden Academy. Jill snuck a glance at the stage once more, watching Yala clear herself, as well as the headmistress take flight back to her office.

Alright, welcoming party over..time to find her run away roommate. The ashen brown haired beauty trotted past the large group of students, pushing her way through the crowd and out the back of it's stem, scanning the premiss for Jack. How hard could it be to find someone like her? If Jill failed, she would consider herself blind. The young witched sighed, feeling the heat beam down upon her shoulders, arms and face. Leaking into her pores and filling her with a sense of energy. As Jill whisked through the crowd, she noticed an odd looking girl. Smaller in size, but very easily spotted with ears and a tail; attached to her body as if she was an animal herself.
Odd.
Jill passed off the thought, shoving her way through and out the back, surveying everything behind the crowd, nothing seeming to catch her eyes. Oh well...it was a beautiful day. Perhaps she could find a place outside the Star Dormitory and kick back, no tech, no distractions, just bliss.

• Questioning her choices... •

Coming to this gathering really was a dumb idea...
Eris castigated herself on the foolish consideration of attending this welcoming. It wasn't fun her first year...why would it have been fun this year? Sometimes Eris looked to optimistically into things, expecting better from things that could only get worse. A tragic flaw she assumed. She tsk'd a short breath before clamping her lips together in a permanent scowl. Her sight had momentarily locked onto Yala's during the ceremony, a rotten gaze filling her face. She was looking to finally figure that cold creature out this year. She wanted to know what secrets Yala held..she wasn't as innocent and perfect as she seemed.

Eris clenched her teeth together, anger coursing through her body. She would find herself out of the presence of others before getting truly angry at her logic.
The lilac haired demon twisted on her spiked heel, walking away from the ceremony, automatically finding herself a clear path from the students who didn't dare looking the annoyed demon in the eye. She could possibly catch the vampire off guard, hold her against her will until she revealed what it was she actually did...no..that wouldn't work..she would most definitely be expelled from the school; and although she liked causing trouble, Eris had no other place to go if her odds played in that favor.

She decided to head back to her dorm, hoping to avoid everyone by taking the back path. No doubt Killian would attempt to find and take her to tonight's Gala, like he did every year since he had arrived. She found the time to release, fun; but tonight the only thing that would befall her consciousness, would be the thought she couldn't get out of her head since that one night in her second year...
What was Yala's secret?
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[WitchesRayvyn]

Iris moved from one foot to the other as she waited for the ceremony to end, her tail twitching behind her nervously. She knew as soon as everyone was done speaking all the students would turn to leave the courtyard and head right for her. When the Headmistress transformed into an owl and flew off, she paused her anxious movements in surprise and watch the owl fly until she could no longer see it. This of course caused her to completely forget the other students till one bumped into her and she stumbled into another student, who pushed back against her, sending her to the ground. A surprised yelp and a "Hey!" slipped from between her lips and she looked up at the other two angrily. The boy who had run into her didn't even look back at her, and the girl who has pushed her down just glared at her before shoving past others towards the exit.

From her position on the ground, surrounded by a sea of her fellow students, Iris felt herself start to panic. She'd never been around so many people in such a tight space before and she decided she didn't like it, not one bit. She cried out softly as someone stepped on her tail and she quickly reached out and pulled the white furred appendage to her chest. Closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip to help her concentrate against the seemingly endless push of bodies, there was a sudden puff of purple smoke and a soft popping sound. Where once there had sat an attractive young girl with fox ears and a tail now sat a white furred fox, it's ears and tail tipped in purple. Wasting no time, the small animal nimbly made it's way through the crowd towards the center of the courtyard. She knew that there would be less people there as most of the students were heading towards the exit. Once she was clear of the mob, the small vulpine made her way towards a near by wall and just as suddenly as it had appeared, the fox was gone in a puff of smoke and in it's place stood Iris, though she looked a bit more disheveled then before her transformation.

She leaned back against the wall to collect herself before she headed back to her dorm. Though she was sure nearly every one would be attending the gala tonight, it was exactly for the reason that she didn't think she'd be going. She didn't want a repeat of today and she really didn't think she had anything that would be appropriate, though she hadn't had a chance to go through all the clothes that Tristan had given her. As she leaned against the wall, she saw two students under a tree talking in what appeared to be a very intimate fashion. She quickly averted her eyes, not wanting to be rude and turned her violet orbs towards the exit and saw that nearly all the students were gone, meaning it was probably safe for her to leave as well. She pushed away from the wall and slowly made her way across the courtyard and towards the exit, wanting desperately to head to the safety of her dorm room.

 

[MagiKin]

Killian knew he had missed the opening credentials from all the "important people" and how they gave their usual warnings and greetings. He cared little for it, but hoped he could catch Eris if she had even attended. There was the gala tonight and maybe he could even get her to take a little gamble with him. He just had this itch to get in some trouble.

As he caught sight of the central plaza and the giant tree that seemed to engulf the sky above it, he could see alot of the students mingling and trying to socialize. One person caught him walking towards them and panicked. "Oh god..it's Strauss!" He took off like a bullet and Killian Strauss laughed, enjoying the slight taste of the chaos the student left behind in his wake. A small snack by most standards, but it will do for now.

As the rest of the students parted the way or scooted far away from him, he spotted Eris exiting the building. Looks like she is heading home. Perhaps I'll keep her for awhile. He quickened his pace and came up behind her. "Finally found you Croft. If you're not in too much of a hurry, perhaps you'll indulge me in a little risk match? I won't even use my gun like I did last time...I already used that on my new roommate and he's probably off somewhere cursing me or trying to get into some mischief. So how about it Eris?" He waited for her to turn and give her answer.

 

[Ali]

• Dealing with the Devil •

Eris's brain was flooding with ideas, past memories and recollections of previous conversations. She sighed, wondering if she would ever actually discover the mystery behind the student council president. She had seen enough to know something was up, but every time the demon had found herself close to the secret...it slipped away, like it had never existed in the first place. Her attention point was altered for a moment as a small commotion took place behind her, spurring the students to shuffle out of the plaza like a concert mosh pit.
Idiots can't just be patient, can they?

Eris sighed, wandering her way casually back to the dorm room, who she now shared with another inhabitant. It was a strange feeling, having anyone other then Jill as a room mate.What doubled the awkward feeling, was that Jill had requested to be removed from the roster as Eris's room mate, and given a different room after their spat during he demons third year. She bit her bottom lip, doubling her pace towards her dorm in hopes to escape the irrelevant; quite a auspicious idea if it hadn't of failed.

Eris's destination was put on hold as the resident troublemaker reared up behind her. "So it seems that you have, Killian."
The lilac haired girl sighed, wishing for once to escape back to her dorm and relax. She didn't however feeling like arguing with the crimson tinted man behind her. Her pace continued steady, still sought on reaching her target. "I'm not busy, just tired.." She hadn't even bothered to turn around and face the man following her, but she did acknowledge his question, nibbling at a dry spot on her bottom lip.

"What did you have in mind?"​

 

[MagiKin]

He followed close behind her as she continued on. She wanted to get away, away from him and the rest of the school to the safety of her room. Her continued pace towards the dorms told him as much. "How about something to alleviate both our boredom and get our blood pumping? A good old fashioned brawl. No weapons..no magic..no tricks. I've done plenty of risk taking with you to know this kind of thing excites you and gets your heart pumping, but how long has it been since you actually had to work for a victory, not just chant a spell and sit back, letting it do all the work? Hmm?"

He stopped following and made his final stand. Either she would accept and they would fight or she would head inside and he'd have to fight someone else. Unstrapping his gun from the side belt, he tossed it to the ground. "There! No curses on my end and I won't even turn on my heated skin. I want to see just how effective you can be in a one on one fist fight. Think you got what it takes to make me bleed Eris?"
His face held a cocky smirk as he waited for her to answer.

 

[Windsong]

The courtyard abuzz with activity, students here and there, teachers mingled hither and thither, administrators keeping an ever watchful eye on the proceedings. Of course, much of that buzz was diminishing as the throngs left for after parties or a dance if the conversation he'd heard could be taken for truth. None of it sounded good, a ragged rucksack was pulled up his shoulder to avoid knocking another person off their feet.

A wall made for ample cover and to follow towards the exit. A crumpled ball of paper with names, numbers, and important information he'd need to navigate this school, highly doubting that they'd allow him to sleep outside the walls, despite having asked already, and been vehemently denied. For your own safety! They'd said, denying his request.

Yet still, many more sights and sounds assailed him, each face held a story he'd not yet read, each smell a song he'd may never heard sung. A warm desire in his heart to know more, and a cold chill to never know too much, lest he end up in that situation ever again. So many faces that didn't appear right, faces of anger, faces of delight, even a girl with purple ears and a tail!

This wasn't going to be dull.

 

[Sadicoatl]

Ephraim Luzvimindo
As the two made their way to the courtyard, the dragon almost yawned to the announcements. Nothing has changed for the past five years: the rules were the same, the greetings were the same, they're still prohibited to enter the basement, yadda-yadda-yadda.

Boring.

Normally, he wouldn't be in here for the first place, but seeing the new students always interest him. He could not help but wonder, how many more of these outcasts are still out there? What are these new students capable of? Are there any more dragon students like him? Should he do more with his studies so that he could finally graduate? What will happen when he finally graduates? Will he start over again? Rai knew for a fact that he does not like making too many "friends." But then again, in order to survive in the world of humans, one has to have a lot of "connections," especially when trying to get a job.

The dragon winced at the idea. He could already imagine how tiring it is to try and "catch up" with everyone he meets. He would rather just sit all day and sleep, maybe play with his falcon pet for a while, exercise, eat, and then sleep again. Why does the world have to be so complicated anyway? Can't he just stay in this university forever?

Noticing how his arm is starting to get numb, the dragon finally realized that he had been leaning on Inkie for too long. The boy was already stiff and uncomfortable, and it would be best if Rai were to just remove the weight of his arm from the empath. Placing his arms to his side finally, he smiled as the announcements closed. Soon enough, the students began to hurriedly disperse and it was then the dragon was yet faced with another dilemma.

Should he really attend the gala?

"Soo... Are you going to the party?" The dragon started to get a sick feeling in his stomach. He did not like parties. Too many people, so much awkwardness, too much dancing, too much drunk kids or kids that act drunk, too formal, and not to mention that he has to make an effort to dress up. He felt like he's had a lot of that before. Sometimes, too much royalty gets boring. He didn't feel like getting all prim and proper in the table too, at least not today. Thinking about that made him want to just lie down on the spot to express his distaste for such events - like an employee on strike.. Or maybe that was his stomach that's on strike?
Bending down a little, Rai hugged his abdomen with his arms. Hyperacidity? Most likely.

"Urgh.. I don't feel too good.." He said softly mostly to himself, hearing his tummy grumble like he hadn't eaten for days. The mango was too acidic for him. He needed something raw.. Something like..
"I could really use some steak right now.. A very rare steak.. Or sushi.." He whispered again, eyes halfway closed and all while grumbling like a zombie. He felt a very small burp escape from his lips too.
Of course. Mangoes and waterdragons don't mix well with each other. Oh well, the taste was all worth it anyway. Rai only attempted to stand up straight again, pretending like nothing was happening, only to fail miserably as the small beads of sweat on his forehead probably have given away what he was hiding.

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Alon Amihan

As the announcements ended, excitement filled her every being. Alon couldn't help but smile at the thought of starting a new year at the university. Though this has already been her second year in this magical school, the girl expected to have more exciting events coming her way. Ever since her grandmother passed on the skills of witchcraft, Alon had been obsessed in trying to perfect her skill in the dark arts and had the dream to master the art of dream manipulation and gayuma, a skill that makes her opponent helplessly attracted to virtually anything she wanted them to get attracted to. It's quite a handy skill she believed, as it potentially gets her away from trouble without having to actually fight. Plus, it was entertaining watching someone confess their love to a rock...

Giggling at the thought, Alon then began to make her way to meet the other students, occasionally shaking hands and exchanging names.. She absolutely loved this place! And the gala? Of course, she'd be there! Hugging her black book tightly against her chest, she stared ahead with dreamy eyes, imagining how it would turn out to be.. Lots of exquisite food from different cultures, the beautiful music that just makes you want to dance, and the scenery! So far during her 1-year stay in Ogden, everything amazed her. She had only seen a school this spectacular in movies, and it was a huge honour for her to take part of this. Though she already experienced attending the welcoming gala before, it still did not stop her from being excited again. A bright smile was painted on her face, cheeks slightly in a darker shade in glee.

"Good morning!" She chimed cheerfully at a student passing by. Alon never gets tired of this..
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[Vinyl]

Rai?​

Inkie slipped a hand around his roommate's waist to hold him up, eyes wide with worry. What the...? What was going on? He'd hardly had time to think about going to the gala before his new friend had started his slow descent to the ground. Could it have been something he ate? That was the most likely story, judging from symphony of noises coming from his belly. And he was starting to sweat...
Inkie nudged his scarf farther up the bridge of his nose to secure it and then wrapped both arms around Rai. With a small grunt and a slight shaking of his willowy body he lifted the shorter guy up completely, off the ground even. Completely off the ground, actually.
Bridal style to be exact.
He knew he didn't seem like much, but after a couple years of pirate life he'd probably always be able to move cargo like a boss.
Not that...Rai was cargo. Rai was a lot more special than that.
Inkie felt his cheeks start to burn at the thought but shooed it quickly away.

I hope he doesn't mind me carrying him like this...

The young empath shifted Rai in his arms so that his head would be more comfortable and turned a corner, to the left. Their dorm shouldn't be too far away. Inkie briefly gazed down at the guy in his arms, but quickly decided he shouldn't stare and instead focused on the floor ahead. Not much longer now.
Only the next door...
He kicked it open softly and poured in through, gently laying Rai down on the nearest bed.

Now what, though?...
Inkie fixed him with a quizzical look, eyes both concerned and questioning.

 

[Olissa]

In half a panic the tiny girl tried to step away from anyone that came her direction. She had initially hoped to be one of the first ones to leave once the talk was over, but instead, she was half dragged into the crowd.
But being small had one advantage, slipping out from between people was a lot easier when you were almost half the size of most of the people here.
With "I'm sorry." "Excuse me." more "Sorry." and "Pardon."s being said each and every time she passed someone she finally made her way out and stood as one of the few remaining ones in the plaza

Half relieved she survived that without much of a deal, half dreading having to go and walk through the full hallway in a moment, she set her foot forward to go to her room. Secretly she was hoping her room mate wasn't back yet. Then again, now that she thought back, her roommate hadn't seemed like she was leaving the room when Olissa had made her way out, so chances were Eris would still be there. Great.
When someone suddenly talked to the blonde, Olissa looked up and over with wide eyes. Someone was talking to her? Uh oh…
"Hi.." She responded, not wanting to be rude. Oh wait, she knew this face. Both of them were second year students, classmates, though for the life of her she couldn't remember this girl's name.

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Out of sight of everyone a certain figure slipped away. As most everyone automatically headed back towards their dorm rooms, or stayed in the plaza, or even ventured out into the back end of the wide school property, the main building seemed all but deserted. All save for one right this very moment.
She was a liability right now, and she knew it. Her pulse was weakening, she could feel it. She needed to be alone, away from everyone and everything, or else she wasn't quite sure what would happen next.

Yala had walked with head held high, parasol positioned neatly above her head, towards the main building and had entered alone. As per habit the black lace parasol was placed in the umbrella bin right by the door. But the moment she let go, the vampiress wobbled. Her dainty hands sought refuge by the walls beside the door. No one would be able to see her right around the corner, unless they walked up to the door, and this side of her was not something she wanted to share with others.
She reached for the rails of the stairs and leaned on them as she half slid half walked down the steps till she reached the ground floor.

The black haired woman's breathing was heavy. The sun had gotten to her faster than she had anticipated, even though she had only been outside so shortly. Just a minute or two longer and she might have collapsed before she had even reached the door. As a compensation her body had emitted extra cold to shield her as much as possible, which had been what made the people in the front row so cold as well. She wasn't 'naturally' that strong, her aura definitely wouldn't have been able to pull that off in reality, it had merely been a protection mechanism. One that had sparked the chatter and the rumoring of those students, delaying her time outside, increasing the sun's effect.

She pushed open the door of the nurse's office. The nurse wasn't in right now, though she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing at this point. Without a moment's hesitation Yala collapsed on the first bed she encountered. Searching her pockets Yala hoped to find a certain metal container, only to find that it apparently had been left on her desk. "Oh for fuck's sake." She groaned. What a time to forget that one item, the one thing that could stop the 'other side' of her welling up.

 

[WitchesRayvyn]

As she neared the exit, she noticed that there were still a number of stranglers in the courtyard. A couple boys who looked and smelled like they were relatively close, the short girl who had nearly bumped into her earlier with her jumping routine, the Council president, and another male student who kept glancing at a piece of paper then back up and around him, his eyes briefly connecting with her own violet pools before she looked away. Eye contact meant the possibility of verbal contact and Iris wasn't sure she was quite ready for that. A soft breeze blew from the direction of the boy who had met her gaze and she stiffened, stumbling slightly in surprise. She knew that scent. Well not the scent specifically, but she knew it was the scent of another canine, something much bigger and more dangerous then her, and she knew it was male. She fought to keep herself still even as her flight instinct, having only been made worse by her time with Tristan' family, cried out to her to run.

She took a couple deep breaths and started walking again, albeit a little shakily at first, and she was careful to not turn around. She didn't want the male to notice she'd noticed him and draw his attention to her. Though she was relatively certain she was safe here, one could never be too careful. She breathed a little easier as she left the main hallways and entered the part of the school where the girls dormitories were located. Once she had made it back to her room she hastily closed the door and moved over to her bed, and flopping down on top of it, the closeness of all the other people and then the discovery of the larger male canine have drained her both emotionally and physically. She knew that most everyone would be at the gala later, and she was so very tempted to skip it, even though there was a small part of her that was curious about everyone, the part of her that had gotten her captured in the first place. She shuddered slightly and curled up on her bed, pulling her tail over her hip and hugging it close.

She stayed that way for about 10 minutes before she signed softly to herself "You can't stay like this forever Iris. Tristan risked a lot to get you here and how well would you be repaying him by staying cooped up in your room all the time when not in class? Pretty poorly. You didn't escape one cage to make another for yourself." she spoke to herself sternly as she got up off the bed and moved to where she had left her two suit cases and a single box.

She placed the box and one suitcase on the bed and opened both. On top of the neatly folded clothing sat a small ordinary looking wooden box. Hesitantly she opened the box and stared down at the collar that Tristan's family had used to keep her captive for the last 50 years. She tentatively reached out and ran her finger along the edge of it, careful not to touch the golden round orb in the center. It was an evil thing, full are dark magics but even Iris admitted that the collar itself was beautifully crafted. Intricate swirls of golden wrapped silver where suspended on deceptively fragile looking silver mesh that seemed to disappear against the white of her fur, so when worn it looked as if it were merely floating around her neck. And in the center of the collar, a purple glowing eye, the source of the collars powers*. She pull her fingers away abruptly as the golden orb shot open, revealing the eye. It sought her out immediately and Iris knew, had it been able to move on it's own, the collar would have taken up residence around her neck once more, trapping her in her fox form. Iris growled at the piece of jewelry, baring her small fangs and slamming the lid of the box shut.

Once she had finished unpacking, setting aside a dress she MIGHT wear if she attended the gala, she turned her attention back to the box, which she had sat on her bed while she put her clothing and other things away. She didn't want to keep it close to her, but she didn't want it to be easily found either. She took the box in hands and shook it a bit, a small smile crossing her lips as she heard the collar hitting the inside walls of the box. Then she placed the box into the smaller suitcase, which she then placed in the larger suitcase, and put the suitcase into the closet. With a soft sigh, she closed the closet door and walked back over to her bed and laid down. She had been through a lot today. She deserved a small nap before possibly braving the party that would be held tonight.

*I uploaded reference pictures for the collar in case anyone wanted to see them.

 

[Sadicoatl]

Ephraim Luzvimindo

The sharp pain was annoying. As much as Rai tried to stand up straight, he couldn't help but bend over a little, until he felt himself being lifted from the air by the taller male. Eyes wide with surprise with how much strength he had despite his dainty personality earlier, he could not help but stare - only to look away when Inkie returned the gaze. The dragon was flustered with embarrassment. He couldn't tell at all if he was delighted with his help, annoyed because his pride was somewhat scorched with him looking like a weakling over some fruit, or embarrassed because of how he was being carried. Rai was about to protest - he really was, only to hold back thinking that now was not the time to argue. Deep down, his mind was screaming how weird and awkward this looked. Oh well.. It was a good thing majority of the students have left, right?

Before he knew it, they were already back in the dorm. Rai made a mental note to compliment Inkie with his strength earlier, but right now, he couldn't help but glare at the other guy a little.

"I could walk, you know.." he said weakly, now fixing his eyes on the widow, still flustered and all. How could this be any more awkward? The dragon sat up, still hugging his aching tummy. He couldn't figure out if he should lie down or not - either way never made any difference..

Oh right. He should thank the guy.

"Uhh.. Thanks," He said, eyes turning back to his hero for the day. He continued. "But I just needed to eat meat or fish, that's all.." Rubbing his palms against his face now, Rai sighed. It was too early to ask for favors from someone he just met, but he badly needed it. Come on! Ask him already!

"Hey.. Do you happen to have fish on you?" He smiled weakly, cheeks a little red partly from embarrassment and pain at the same time.. He needed to eat. "I'm sorry for the trouble, but that usually works.." He paused, somewhat concluding his rants earlier this morning in an attempt to look friendly to Inkie again.

"We can eat fruits, just not the sour ones.."

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Alon Amihan


Catching the little girl with her greeting, her head tilted to the side a bit, eyes narrow and lips slightly apart. She had seen this girl before in her classes last year, it's just that she didn't get the chance to actually talk to her due to her avoiding people all the time.

Still hugging her black book, Alon toned down her excitement and simply smiled at Olissa in a warm manner. She didn't want to scare her as she had seen her get easily nervous before, like something was always freaking her out. Of course, Alon didn't mean any harm at all.

Unfolding one arm from her book, she extended a hand towards the blonde girl in a handshake. This one required extra grace as she knew for a fact that it would take a long while before Olissa would get used to her no matter how nice she tries to be.

"Crowded areas aren't your thing, huh?" She said cheerfully like she'd never been hurt before. "I'm Alon Amihan. Pleased to finally meet you. We're in the same year, is that correct?"

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[Olissa]

Oh no.., it wouldn't stay with just a 'Hi' and leave, no, this was far worse. An actual conversation was starting up.
Weakly Olissa smiled at the other person, the one that introduced herself as Alon Amihan. Right, so that was her name. Maybe it would be a good idea to remember other people's names from now on. "O-Olissa.. Barran." She replied in return. "Second year, yes."
Hesitantly her hand moved forward as well to take the other's hand. The tiny hand probably fit entirely into the hand of the other person, and their hands weren't big to begin with either.
As quick as she could, without it seeming too rude, Olissa pulled her hand back and hid it behind her back. She hid both behind her back to be exact.
It's not that skin contact or any form of being closer than they were would change the outcome of her power affecting that of Alon, but hey, rather keep a distance than do something wrong, right?

 

[Windsong]

Crowds...

HE LOVED CROWDS! For the most part. So many faces and smells, perfumes and colognes, sweets and--- someone who'll need some cream for that.

That elicited a smile, albeit a wry one from his face leading into a quiet chuckle that cased a brief lapse in his sense of Who am I not running into today.
WOOMPF!
It wasn't as much a traffic accident as it was a fender bender for the pair, a boy his age, though a full head shorter. Before his apology was even out of his mouth amid the throng his collar had been grabbed and various slurs and slang was assaulting his ears like a Bieber CD in an all-too-loud stereo. That in itself wasn't enough to make him do what he did, it was the faint tearing of his flannel shirt, he really liked his shirt. Sweat caused hair to cling to his forehead momentarily as he brought it down with a swift crack into the other boy's skull, forehead to forehead, like a door closing a little too fast. "Oh geez! I'm sorry!" He blurted out suddenly, dropping his ragged knapsack to the floor with a weighty thump to cradle his arm around the other's midsection. "Didn't see ya' there! Gotta be awfully careful now. Wouldn't wanna damage that pretty face, would ya'?" He mused out in a rapidly melodic tone, albeit feigning his concern as he patted the boy on the cheek and shot him a grin that might warrant his retreat.

"Yeah.. Yeah.. Sorry, bro.. No shoulder room.." The ruffled boy muttered out as he stumbled along, vision slightly blurred and likely facing at least a lengthy nights rest to rid himself of the headache. One less participant to the gala if his cologne was any hint!

The knapsack quickly back over his shoulder as he juked past a petite girl greeting someone else, only glimpsing faces as his pack sailed overhead and down he went towards his listed dorm, crumpled paper with chicken-scratch still held tightly in-hand.

 

[Sadicoatl]

Alon Amihan
If Alon were to read Olissa's intentions and fears, she would completely understand. After all, it was quite hard being a nullifier. No one with a big secret to hide can get any close to her. It was just too bad that she doesn't have a clue as to why Olissa is acting as shy as she was and being a curious girl, Alon couldn't help but wonder. Perhaps if she got to know this person, she would be able to understand her more. After all, Alon is all about helping others, especially when they have issues with their own selves. But of course, she tries her best not to be too nosy. That would be rude.

Now bringing her arms back to hug her black book again, she quickly sized up the other girl from head to toe. For starters, she did not look dangerous.. Just what was it that made her want to study in Ogden? Nodding now to accept Olissa's confirmation of being on her second year, she made a mental note not to judge her by her appearance. Of course, the young girl was itching deep down to ask what magic Olissa has in her. She tried to keep her excitement down. Maybe she should ask?

As she was about to inquire about Olissa's powers, her attention turned towards the sound of bickering, more specifically this young man trying to threaten the taller one. Alon couldn't help but watch a bit - she disliked feuds, but then managed to giggle a little when the shorter one somewhat got smacked on the head. It was quite cocky for him to pick on a larger target. But as that said target walked cooly towards them, Alon's eyes couldn't help but follow. She gasped, her arms hugging her book tighter. "Woooow.. So tall!" She exclaimed, not noticing how loudly she said that. "Like a Kapre!" Yup, she gets too overexcited sometimes, even now to the point that she's bouncing a little. Alon turned to Olissa.

"Did you see that?! He's like a Kapre! A tree giant! Don't you love this school?!" Eyes sparkling with so much glee, Alon giggled. "Oooooh I am so going to unpack now so I can tour the school again!" As she stopped her bouncing, she gave Olissa a couple of gentle pats on her head. "I'll see you later at the gala, okay?" Hurriedly, she ran past the girl but then turned to look back. "Nice to meet you Olissaaa!!" She called out, one hand up to wave at her, before turning on her heel to resume her running. As she ran past the tall guy, she grinned at him. "Good morning sir!" Giggling uncontrollably, Alon turned to a corner and made her way to the dorms.
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[Ali]

• If it's a fight you want... •

Eris stopped in her tracks, sighing internally; rationalizing that there was no point in arguing. The only way she would have peace before the Gala, and before she got to sleep, was to fight Killian. He knew what he was up against, and she the same. Both had their own advantages and disadvantages of wits, strength, magics, and more, but Eris was inclined to play fair. It had been awhile for the young demon to get a good old fashioned fist fight in. Surely one to cause a spectral; she was aware of this fact the moment her brain made the decision before her lips could.
"For your information..."
Eris swung her body around in a complete 180 degree fashion, lifting her leg into the air effortlessly, aiming right for Killian's shoulder as to immobilize, or slightly impair is arm.
"I don't just chant spells.."
She stood face to face with the man now, eyeing him with a sinful glee behind her ice blue optics. It was true, Eris had been itching to alleviate her boredom, and her circulation options were either going to be sabotaging the Gala, or finding a piece of pray who she could easily extinguish. Killian would suffice, for the moment. She surely wasn't in the proper cloths for an all out fight, but she hadn't intended to give it her all in the first place; past experience told her that when she decided to go all in..she could brutally hurt someone.
Students of different years began to crowd the two in a circle, distracted from their destinations to prepare for tonight's event, certainly a one on one fight was better entertainment then any music could offer. Eris stood tall, lazed back, a relaxed look on her face. Her body seemed to stand in a statues position, not wavering in the slightest.
"You're on."​

 

[Vinyl]

"But I just needed to eat meat or fish, that's all..."
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Inkie was practically out of the door before Rai could even say 'fish', bare feet making delicate padding sounds against the tile of the corridor, and then down the stone spiral steps. He didn't know why Rai needed meat and he wasn't sure why the fruit had upset his body so, but none of that was important. They both had their secrets to keep.
All he knew was that Rai was in pain and didn't deserve it.

Where will I find fish though? Or meat?

He could hang around the gala, but the food wasn't out yet, and surely he'd be noticed if he just waltzed into the kitchen. The image of Rai's trembling form shot through his mind, briefly. Where could he...? He needed to...

A sign loomed forward in all its white and red glory - 'Clinic to the left'.

There was a shrill squeak as the determined empath swung around the corner, his brow crinkled into a little freckled form and his dark curls flurrying out behind him. Maybe he couldn't get meat, but he'd do the next best thing. Iron supplement, protein, something to counter acid...maybe he had learned something from the airship shrink after all.
Without hesitation he straightened his coat, adjusted his scarf around his neck, pictured poor Rai back in the dorm and burst into the nurse's room like a Marvel hero.

Oh.
There was somebody there.
She...she wasn't looking so good...and she didn't feel too good either.
Inkie looked down at the trembling, mysterious-but-strangely-familiar girl in the room with concerned blue eyes, squirming a tad as he felt the blood rush to his face, pool within his cheeks, paint the bridge of his nose a shameful red.

For whatever reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that...he'd interrupted something.

"....."

Inkie shuffled over to the nearest cabinet, still blushing awfully hard.
As much as he wished to leave or help her out, he'd left Rai in bad shape back at the dorm...

 

[Olissa]

With a wave of the hand the other girl sprinted away. Of course not without patting Olissa on the head first, which kind of felt weird. That whole person, Alon, was a bit strange, but then again, who wasn't in this place. At least so far she hadn't noticed what unwanted effect Olissa had on her.
A relief, though she knew it was going to be short lived.
To at least say goodbye, Olissa gave a wave with her hand.

Looking around she wondered if it would be wise now to go to her dorm. Further up over there some kind of event seemed to be happening, but what and with who she couldn't see. Downside of being small. Oh well, as long as she wasn't thrown in the middle, she didn't really bother herself with those kinds of things.
She ducked her head low and walked away towards the entrance of the Star Dorm, best start unpacking everything, right?

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Laying there on the bed Yala wasn't doing nothing. In fact she was doing a lot of things.
Aside from fighting to remain fully conscious, the black haired female was gathering all her remaining strength to walk over to the cupboard and find the pills she would need. No idea really how many she would need, but somehow she had a feeling if she downed at least 6 she'd probably still be wobbling a bit. Blasted things, being weaker than real blood, tasting horrible.

She had just about pushed herself to the edge of the bed to sit up and walk towards that left cupboard, knowing that was where the blood contents normally were stored, when in the corner of her eye she saw movement. It took a moment for her to fully register it, twisting her body so she could get up more easily. But in an instant she felt her heart pulsate firmly, reacting to a very specific substance. Blood.
Yala's eyes flickered from normal to glowing, and back, as she now had to actively fight from 'awakening'.
"Get out." She rasped. Her voice just about failing her.

A sense of fear did grip her when she sat up in an almost eery way. "Get out." She repeated, her icy orbs finding the source of that divine liquid. The worried, pained frown that had desecrated her face just about morphed into a grimace of twisted pleasure.
"Or come to me." The cold stern voice that Yala spoke with day in day out had changed. It was luscious, laced with desires, hunger, temptation, an almost hushed seducing tone of voice.
Part of being in that very nature meant every remaining strength she had was set upon one goal. No energy wasted on being composed, not wasted on holding back, or forcing herself. No, now she had but one goal. Blood. And it was right within reach.
"I've been dying for fresh, flowing blood for ages." She swayed over, one foot delicately, deliberately, before the other. Though she didn't have much of a mind to try and seduce him, it was merely how she was. "You see, Felix, those pills they make us take… are horrible. They don't even do the trick very well." She had come quite close to him now, though hadn't cornered him completely. "Don't pack the same oompf as human blood." Her eyes couldn't glow more bright than this, looking at him with that twisted gleam. She was in the mood for a bit of fun and games, with live prey.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt..., after the initial bite." She said, a taunting smile playing on her lips the entire time, fangs bared.

 

[Vinyl]

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Jack felt her shoulders relax a little as the taller guy reached out to touch her cheek. Felt nice...soft, smooth against her skin - and humorously gentle. How adorable....
Maybe he did work for santa after all.
The thouroughly amused mechanokinetic pulled her lip between her teeth to stifle a burst of laughter and drew her arm back, fingers guiding his hand from her cheek down her neck. When she spoke next, it sounded like snickering. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't control the rising sound of entertained giggling in her throat. But damn, this wouldn't be as fun if he knew she thought his efforts were so...'cute'.

"My cheek? Daring move, elf - and in front of the children...."

Jack felt her body quiver with short bursts of laughter and fixed the student so near to her with a zippy smile. Why, the way her lips curled and her eyes flared it was almost as if she were mocking him. Probably because she was. After a small moment of silence, during which her eyes seemed to smolder hotter and hotter, Jack whispered to him again.

"I wasn't asking for your information darling...I wanted to know if you'd come along."

A dangerous fire twinkled behind the veil of her lashes.

"My bra gives me all the support I need, but if you think you can keep from crying like a baby, I want you with me as well. Unless of course, you're scared. Which is perfectly fine.".

By the time 'perfectly' slipped from her lips Jack was already turning to leave, that curious mischeif still spreading across her face.

"I'd just tell your roommate you chickened out - and if he is who I think he is, he'd gladly accompany me".