The School of the Mythic

[Sadicoatl]

Ephraim Luzvimindo

Nngh..

A muffled grunt escaped his lips as he turned his head a little to the side. A few minutes have passed now since Inkie stormed off the dorm and Rai had no choice but to get over his stomachache like how he usually does: by lying on his stomach. The room was quiet save for the squeaking mattress responding to his every movement, and he was relieved that most of the excrutiating pain have gone away. What was left now was a sick, sour feeling in the stomach, like the aftermath of being punched at and then having hot water poured over the affected area.. It was still a pretty bad feeling, but at least at a manageable level. With his arms on his side, he lifted his face and rested his chin on the pillow, looking out the window just because. His eyelids closed halfway, his mouth and nose almost concealed behind the pillow cover.. The dragon thought he could just lie down for a while and do nothing the whole day whether Inkie returns or not.

The dragon sighed. His mind at the moment was totally blank, except for the few images of Inkie and his expressive eyes as he helped him out earlier. Rai blinked twice. His roomie was such a nice guy.

A tingly feeling surged through his stomach. He had a feeling that there will be more awkward situations coming between the two of them. Bringing a hand to rub his nape, Rai tried to understand why he felt tense around the guy and yet he felt that he could trust him at the same time. He was also sure that Inkie felt the same, judging how he was stiffly walking earlier. The dragon frowned. Perhaps he was too friendly and the empath was too shy that he invaded his personal space on their first meeting. But guys did that too, right? He used to do that and there wasn't any problem, right? Then why was he so hell-bent on being so flustered with the way he thought Inkie would think of him? He really didn't care, right?

Sighing once more, the dragon shifted around the bed so that he would be lying on his side, facing the windows and all. Maybe he should try and respect Inkie's personal space from now on. It was weird enough that he was being responded to with a flustered look on his face, and it was even weirder that he tends to respond in the same way. Just what is with this tension?! It's so uncomfortable..

Okay, so maybe his mind wasn't blank after all..
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[Ali]

• Time for trouble already?? •

Elf?
He should have expected as much. The ears were always cause for misinformation. Perhaps if he stuck his tongue out and removed the transformation magic from it? No...then he'd only be dubbed lizard man by this girl. He laughed to himself, a smirk playing on his features every time the multicolored punk bubbled up with laughter. Sebastian brought his hand down from the smooth, blemish free cheek of his companion, resting it at his side. He brought it up to his head soon after, pulling the hood from his sweater down, and un-zipping the front to allow some of the cool summer air to braze across his skin.
"The children were bound to see something eventually dear."
Sebastians coy smile began to tug his lips into a baring gesture of canines. Regular, transformed human ones, but still a toothy smile if nothing else.
Now why in the world, would this girl want company?
It confused Sebastian, but he took it as a compliment. Technically, he took any flirting as a compliment.
Once the possible thought of Killian taking Sebastians place in this endeavor rang through the air, the demon was off the tree and by the girls side, striding along in perfect harmony.
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[MagiKin]

Killian smirked as he swung his arm up to slam against her leg. It was a successful block and the arm and leg connected. He felt only a slight bit of pain. A normal human or weaker creature might have broken something or at least complained, but not Killian. Being devil and having been in so many brawls had hardened and toughened him up to blows like this. He gave her a look like he was disappointed with her strike.

"Well now we got ourselves a game! Look around Eris, seems we got quite the gathering come to see who is gonna emerge the victor." His voice was goading the audience to provide cheers of encouragement as well as taunt Eris out of her statue poise. "Who is gonna take it? The delinquent....or the dark sorceress? Might want to place bets people....this is gonna take awhile." He had a brawl that was going to feed him for quite sometime. The feeling of bloodlust in the air, the chaos of battle, the hectic energy from the crowd.

He would feast after this was done. Perhaps he'd see what his roommate was up to after he finished here. "Alright Eris, you better start serious. Otherwise, you're going to find that cute little face of yours in the dirt." He got a small running start and ran at her, his right hand curled into a fist that he propelled at her neck. He was going to start strong and go hard at her from the start. No breaks, no openings, no mercy.

 

[Windsong]

The room was empty, and a tad musty, far from the homely well kept idea he had in his mind's eye for what his living conditions would be under. Or he was being picky. It wasn't bad by any standards, it never beat sleeping outside though, never a fan of beds to begin with. His knapsack hit the bed with a weighty pomf and he sat on its edge, looking at the bed across the room with its matching dresser and basic commodities, a shoulder rose in a shrug to himself as he unzipped his pack and looked inside.

His few belongings, some clothes, an oak's heart, and a few other tidbits that were kept neatly wrapped in ragged cloth and tucked near the ends of the interior.

A commotion carried like a gunshot through the halls and he looked towards the door and its deadbolt, left ajar as his custom. The din suggested a fight, or a dance, he wasn't sure, it didn't concern him for the time being. The only concern he felt now was a brief pang of loneliness and homesickness, missing the smells of his mother's cooking and the sound of his sister singing on her tree stump beyond the front door. "You'll make friends, people like us. Mm. That's going so well." He mused with dry sarcasm.

 

[Samil Vritra Abaddon]

♔ Tʜᴇ Fʟᴀsʜʏ Eɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ♔

"So, the human world is rather advanced don't you think? It's a lot uglier, but more advanced definitely." The young male said sitting in the lavish drawn carriage. He wore fine clothing, laced in gold and silver, with a phoenix pendant on his the outside of his blazer. He unlike his company across from him wore a smile, one of enjoyment and interest. His face a pale white that seemed to glow and his long golden hair falling along his shoulders. It was his first time out side of the world of King Oberon and he couldn't get enough, he some what envied his older brother who got the chance to spend a year in this place of technology and new people who had never met. Looking back outside the window he finally stuck his head out to feel the fresh air and looked back at his brother, eager for an answer.

"Yeah, definitely a place that I'm dying to stay in. Father must not know how much I don't detest this world." Amicus finally replied to his younger brother who seemed utterly fascinated with the world around them.

They should've forced him here rather than me. He thought as he inspected one of the salty potato crisp in the finely jeweled bowl. He dressed similar to his younger brother except for the fact that he wore steel plated armor with the phoenix crest right in the middle of the chest plate. He also wore a more vibrant color than his brother. A blue coat that only covered half his body and unlike his brother he had a brown hair that flowed just over his brow and in the back was kept in a tight thin pony tail kept in a sleeve made of knitted silver and on his hip was a nice jeweled sword. There was no doubt that both of these men came from a long line of money and from the same family after all they both wore the same crest, the symbol of their houses.

"Brother stop being so down about this! See it as a chance?!" Immediately responding to his older brother's obvious sarcasm he gave him sort of a stern look. Mimcking their father's voice and mannerism's he began to talk"Do you know how much opportunity you have?" It wasn't long after he finished that both of them began to laugh at it. "My pillow biting little brother, there is no way you could pull of him correctly, you have to get more base in your voice." Just as he finished talking the carriage had came to a stop at the front entrance and the siblings looked at each other silently, both with a serious look that mirrored their feelings just a bit. "Hey, Rori, do you think I should do a flashy entrance?" He asked his younger brother as he rubbed his chin, thinking of the perfect thing, it was clear that this wasn't an actual question, that he only liked to say his thoughts out loud none the less Rori answered, "Well you didn't bring the family bow along just to leave it here, did you?"

"That's true, hmmmm, I do plan on leaving the bow with you, but I after my entrance. I have to show these barbaric creatures what real elegance and power is. Maybe bring in some civility in them." Amicus had already began getting out of the carriage, leaping down with a clank and thud. "Be silent." Shouting a command at his armor, which seemed to follow his words exactly, each step afterward not making a sound. Every movement which should've made the armor squeak and clank and scratch was quiet. It was soon after that the door was shut behind him and two men who seemed to look like trolls pulled down a huge trunk that was unlike Amicus and his carriage at all. It was brown and leather bound, ugly and ragged, it was completely the opposite of anything he liked, much like the trolls that brought it down, but he took a knee opened the chest. Revealing a recurve bow and a four arrows. Both seemed to be made of glass and silver. "Brother, remember, don't over do yourself. You're already late and the lady will probably be cross with you. Save a bit of your energy to withstand the-" Just as Rori was getting ready to finish his sentence Amicus had the bow nocked and pointed at Rori. "Rori, I know. Your magic skill may be better than mine, but I have been in battle, I know the bare minimum it will take to summon that." A slightly frightened look was on Rori's face but quickly followed a smile. He was use to his brother by now.

Turning back to face the school, he pulled back the bow and aimed it upwards, further up than the building itself. He began to whisper a chant ending with, "Septentrionalium ignem" and then he let loose the first arrow, up into the air. Nocking a second one he followed the routine of the first one and ended with, "Lorem ignem", and then he shot that one in the air. He continued this same ritual with the third and ended with "Occidentalem ignem" and then he followed suit with the fourth arrow ending with "Ignem Orientalium". The odd thing about each of the arrows which were shot up in the air, none seemed to come down. Just stayed put floating in the air somewhere far up in the air.

"Ignis ardentior Phoenix solis inardescit." Following these few words a light brighter than the mid-day sun floated above the school in the shape of an egg it floated their for a while before it seemed to crack. A smile played on the face of the obviously more tired fairy. As soon as the light began to crack, the light died down to a cool orange look. The color more closely representing magma and like the crest that was on the center of his breast plate. A phoenix was there. Above everything and everyone.Screeching louder than a dragon twice it's size it circled the building six times before finally disappearing. This was an ancient spell that was passed down by the Haldemar house for centuries. Their war cry. Whenever this symbol was seen it meant that a member of the Haldemar house was definitely around.

Putting the bow back into the chest he made sure that everything was being packed up and that they would go home. As the carriage slowly pulled off he made sure to hide inside one of the trees as to not get caught. "Now, I sit and wait."
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[WitchesRayvyn]

Iris jolted awake by a high pitched screeching sound coming from the direction of her window. She rubbed at her eyes as she sat up and turned her attention to the window, seeing a faint glowing that did not seem natural. Walking over to the window, she pressed her face against the glass and saw what looked to the edge of a large fiery wing, but couldn't see much else from where she was. Curiosity got the better of her and she made her way out of her room and towards the courtyard, hoping to get a better look at whatever it was that taken up the sky over the school. As she made her way down the halls, she noticed other students making their way in the same direction, and she assumed they too were headed to the courtyard to get a better look.

Once she stepped out into the courtyard, she saw that it was already pretty full of other students. She went to try to find a place that was a bit last crowded when the gasping voices and pointing fingers of the other students drew her attention to the sky and her violet eyes widened in shock. She had made it just in time to see the fiery bird circle the school once last time before disappearing. The courtyard was filled with hushed whispers and murmurers from the other students and her ears twitched this way and that as she tried to listen to what they said.

"....never seen that before"

"Is it something new they're doing this year?"

"Do you think it was a warning or a sign of bad things that might happen?"

"You think a student did that? Trying to show off before the term even started?"

"Maybe it has something to do with that carriage that is parked outside the school...."

Her ears perked at the mention of a carriage parked out in front of the school. Damn her vulpine curiosity. Would it never leave her be? When she noticed that no one else seemed to be planning on checking out the front of the school, she slowly made her way out of the courtyard towards the main entrance. When she reached the entrance she peaked out and saw that there was indeed a carriage parked there, and from what she could see from her hiding spot, it was rather ornate and expressive looking. A twinge of fear had her breath catching in her lungs for a moment as she thought that it might be that Tristan's family had found her and come to take her back, but then she noticed the crest on the side of the carriage and she relaxed slightly. It wasn't the Sionnach family crest, a white foxed curled around a while rose on a red background, but it did look like the fire bird that had circled over the school so she was certain whoever was in the carriage was responsible for it, but to what end?

She lifted her head slightly and sniffed the air. She caught the briefest of scents coming from the vehicle, but all she could tell was that there were three maybe four people and that they were all male. If whoever was responsible for the magical display was in the carriage what where they waiting for? Were they a new student, or perhaps the parent of a student? Questions swirled in her head as she continued to watch the carriage with curiosity, waiting to see what might happen.

 

[Olissa]

Olissa had made her way to her room by the time the brawl outside had started. Eris wasn't in the room anymore so she sighed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, now she could tidy up everything without having to worry where she stepped and went.
She dampened a towel in the bathroom and cleaned up the last stains. Next came the clothing, to be folded and placed in her cabinet.
By then the loud shrieking noise happened. Startled the little girl covered her head with her arms and waited till something else might happen. Nothing major happened. It had sounded different from the alarm, so maybe it was someone setting off some kind of magic trick? She had no idea honestly, but she continued her works.

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The blind girl that had entered the school way at the beginning had been brought to the Headmistress' office upon arrival. She would be given a proper tour of the school, and told, one on one, what would be said at the opening ceremony.
Due to her powers it would be difficult for her to truly hear what was said, and there was a high chance being in such a large crowd might overload her senses if she didn't watch out. Mayula figured she would have been alright, it would be difficult to hear only one voice, most definitely, but she figured the group of people would have done her well. Nevertheless, she didn't get a choice in the matter.

Once the Headmistress returned from the talk at the staircase outside, she had a teacher guide her through the halls, to the dorm around the back. Everyone was so jumpy around her, so careful. she understood why, but it felt a little too much. all the cautionness was almost amusing. Suffocatingly amusing, though.
The seventeen year old had been walking through the hall when the Phoenix made its grand appearance. Unfortunately, she missed it entirely. Yes, she felt a shift in the air, she saw it too, but she heard nothing, and obviously saw nothing beyond the long corridor with doors on each end. Windows kind of defeated their purpose for her, so even if she had been in a different spot, inside she still wouldn't have had a chance to see it.

She had been told which room number it would be, the amount of doors she would have to pass in order to find her room. So she counted, stopping at the right door and opened it. The teacher had already left her, and a few younger people passed her as well, all thinking thoughts of some happening outside, so the girl with her knapsack entered, not sure what to find.
The airflow told her all she could see directly, and welcomed the sight.
The room was empty at the moment. Oh well, that was okay, it looked like someone else would be in the room with her, how fun! A smile came up on her face. This year was going to be so much fun, she just knew it. Placing her knapsack on the other bed, she checked if her wrap around her head was still in place before unpacked quickly.

 

[Samil Vritra Abaddon]

It didn't take too much tie for at least one person to take notice and though no one else seemed to be running to the entrance as far as he could tell, he was content, because it made it easy to decide. She would be his servant during his stay at the school, especially since she resembled the dog that he left at home. It seemed she was searching for someone, most likely himself but couldn't find him and finally settled on his carriage that was beginning to pull off. Cursing the fact that he didn't bring anything with him so he could dump them at her feet and order her, just to see how'd she react. Thinking to himself for a bit he studied the girl, he couldn't get a read on her. Maybe she would bend to his will or maybe she would try to fight it. Confrontation which would lead to submission or submission. My two options. She's obviously one of the lower creatures. I assume a dog type, so he agility may be much greater than she seems. Yet her senses of smell and hearing hasn't alerted her to me yet. Possibly magic? Though it doesn't seem to give me that feeling...decisions already....No use in playing it safe if I want to have a servant quick.

Trying to be as quiet as he could possibly be, Amicus stepped out of the tree. Trying to time how long his first spell had till his armor became noisy again. Deciding that it would be around four more minutes, based on how light the spell felt, he made his way towards the girl, doing his best to stay out of her line of sight. Short burst of speed and then he'd hide behind something, anything that could be hidden behind, before he moved again. Having some combat experience he was sure that he tipped her off to his presence, at least to the point where she could tell that he was there. Leaning past the tree's trunk he tried to guess the angle in which he stood behind her. Hmmm, I might be directly behind her. To scare, or not to scare...you know, I don't feel like doing all this work. He could finally tell how much both of the magic took out of his energy, it was useless to waste anymore. There would be other chances. Stepping out from behind the tree, the spell finally gave way and the clanking of his armor could be heard for a little bit. Making his way to the girl he began a monologue.

"I am Amicus Eliphas Haldemar. The first of my name and the person who will be the head of my House. Loyal servant to the one true King Oberon. That phoenix you saw was my doing. No, it wasn't an illusion. It as an actual summon. My race is a fae, I know, I don't have wings as you can see, but I am one. One of great power. As such you should be honored that I plan to choose you to be my servant for the year. As my servant your first duty is to catch me up on what I missed and then direct me to the dorm which I am to stay, and no I will not be paying you, my presence and gratitude should be enough of a payment. Now walk with me and engage in idle chatter till I say otherwise. Also who is the strongest here? I figure they should be able to entertain me for a bit. Also, before I forget to ask, what is your name and what house do you come from? "​

 

[WitchesRayvyn]

Iris watched as what appeared to be a young man walk out from behind some trees once the carriage had pulled away. Her ears flattened briefly against her head as they were assaulted by the sound of what appeared to be armor, and she felt her brow arch in question as she took in the males clothing, thinking it a bit extravagant. Then again, if he, or someone in the carriage were responsible for the phoenix earlier, then perhaps the armor wasn't so very extravagant after all. The fact that the carriage had left him at the front gates probably meant that he was a late arriving student. Well at least that was one question answered. She watched warily as he made his way towards the gate, but stiffened when she noticed that he wasn't so much heading towards the gate as he was heading towards her. She was starting to regret her decision to come and slate her curiosity.

When he started to speak at her, because she could definitely tell the difference between someone speaking TO her and AT her, his voice and manner instantly put her on edge. He was talking to her the same way the Sionnach family had for generations, until Tristan. He hadn't had to tell her that he was of the aristocracy, she could tell just by entitlement in his voice and his seemingly endless boasting and pride. She knew of the fae, had been friends with a few of them before her capture. In some cultures, she herself would be considered part of the fae, though in country of origin for her kind she and her kin were thought more of as demons. Her ears perked up immediately at the word servant and her violet hued eyes flashed with anger and she stood up straight and tall, though she was still much shorter then him, her ears facing forward and her tail swishing angrily behind her. The top of her head only came to his nose.

"I beg your pardon? I don't care what house you are from or whom you serve, but I am no ones servant, lease of all yours. If you wish to know what has happened thus far and get a dorm assignment, you can go to the front office like everyone else. As for your presence, I'll decline the offer, and your gratitude, you can keep it. And though I don't think you have earned the right to know my name, I'll tell you anyway just so you know who I am so you can stay away from me. I am called Iris Sionnach, and I'm leaving."

With her head held high, she turned away from him, her long flowing hair whirling around her as she did so, and began walking away.

 

[HalcyonSkies]

"A bunny.. no? No, a philopibopper. What's that? Well, I'm not quite sure. I thought you knew. Huh? Well I suppose it does resemble a rabid coyote but, no, that's not it. Haha, rabbit-coyotes are just so silly."

Chatting idly by the Star dorm, Aoife found herself admiring the magnificent clouds overhead. Whether someone.. or something was actually conversing with her or not was anyone's guess. She heard them and they responded so she assumed it was either a voice of the past she fell in sync with on her way to the ceremony or an unseen entity. Either way, she loved clouds and watching them hover by was always a luxury worth indulging in. It was a shame there weren't many present. It was a nice day. Fellow students passed her as the ceremony she spaced out on ended while others stood around the plaza greeting each other. "So much fun their having. Perhaps I should partake.." The strawberry blonde spoke to no one in particular as she watched people making friends, minding their own business, or just enjoying the gorgeous scenery as she was. Although she had been intrigued by the clouds, the humongous tree was a beauty. She's seen many trees in her time, many of which her family nurtured in the forests in King Oberon's lands, but this one topped them all.

As she almost lost herself in thought, a distant commotion filled her ears, bringing sweat to build up in her palms. 'Eh?' It was loud and anxiety inducing as she began to make out what people were cheering for. 'A fight on the first day?' Not long after, a shriek rang out as a fiery bird ascended into the sky, startling her awake. "A fae summon. Oh my, what a spectacle..." Unsure whether to feel comfort in not being the only of her kind or to feel dreadful knowing that old fae magic was something just any fairy knew. "To have those skills, they'd have to be pretty well educated.. what are they doing here?" As she wondered outloud, she ended up going to the grassy area; wishing to lie down. The dorm made her nervous. People were different in confined spaces and she felt way to vulnerable unpacking with others in the same building. Settling down away from everyone, she sat with her legs tucked up to her chest and squeezed her eyes shut as her fingers massaged her temples. "HappyPlaceHappyPlaceHappyplace.. happy place." Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself and envisioned her perfect world falling into place around her. A goofy smile spread across her face as she was at peace again. While she felt a small self induced high, her energy vibrated, softly humming around her as it encased her in her own little shield of happiness. Going back to the dorm and unpacking was the last thing on her mind now. "French toast would be great. With little strawberries, whipped cream, and cinnamon..." and on she rambled as she saw a nearby crowd of poached eggs wander away. "Bye bye."

 

[Windsong]

He wanted to be naked.

That was all he could think of while sitting on the edge of his meager bed and fiddling with could be just an ordinary piece of tree bark, held between thumb and forefinger. Each time the idea of his clothing touching his skin made him itch a little bit more, elbow, a twitch in his eye, jeans brushing his ankle, a nervous tapping of his toes on the bare floor, his belt suddenly felt tight, it was all too tight and even more itchy! I'm done, these are overrated. He grumbled to himself, quick to lose all his clothing and get a good stretch, fingertips outstretched for the ceiling.

Now all that was left to do was go for his walk, his door hadn't even opened halfway before a whimper came from a passing student on his way to his room, sliding to the floor and with a gurgled murmur of some distant lands prayer. All he could manage was a roll of his eyes as he stepped past him and down the hall, following the same line he took from the courtyard to the dorms earlier today, in reverse. The lobby went about as well as he'd figured, even after having to duck beneath a low rafter. It hadn't been that low before, had it? It didn't really matter, he could see the doors and was quick to savor the afternoon's warm light on himself.

The courtyard as lively as ever he saw, that strange colored fox-smelling-female-thing had whipped around from some fancy looking bloke that looks like he'd pissed her off somehow, that wasn't a face he liked to look at. Another girl looked like she'd been staring at something moving, he could've sworn he saw something dart from near her before looking back towards the now silent pompous man-thing that smelled like those sparkly late-night snacks. The pale skinned male-looking thing made him uneasy, causing him to shift weight from one leg to the other as he watched the situation unfold.

 

[Samil Vritra Abaddon]

He wasn't sure how to react to her response. There were many thoughts that came to mind. One was that he'd completely lose his head and attack the lady, which would be sort of disgusting on his part or eventually get her in some sly way like he did that boy in his third year of swordsmanship school. It took a couple of years, but when Amicus got him back, he really got him back. Figuring being kicked out of the school on the first day wouldn't be the best thing in his case, he went with the second option, but then he realized something interesting. She said she her last name was Sionnach, a house that his family had known for generations. The family which was at the wrong end of every joke the Haldemar's made at dinner parties. The third world nobles, is what they called them. Not nearly as well cultured as his own house which made it even more annoying that a dog fae hybrid thing was rejecting his offer, but he outwardly projected a bit of laughter. "Sionnach? The third rate family of trash? The ones who couldn't even fund a battalion of soldiers? Ha! To reject my offer, this explains everything. I've always heard that the Sionnach's weren't exactly smart creatures and to find out they even had something like you? Well you obviously must not be part of the main family, or you would've showed a bit more respect. Are you that man's love child with one of his hunting hounds? Or some captured beast they gave a name because they were fond of? Ha. Anything they've used I will consider not even worth being mine. "

Laughing as he walked past her he looked forward with even more pride than he had before. Ha, could you believe that? I almost made one of those things my servant. I'd choose the common rabble over them. Just as his hurried walked carried him past the girl he nearly walked into the guy who had been starring at him for some time now. Amicus took one glance at the male before snickering to himself and walking around him and then he stopped just a few feet behind him "You're smelly and your clothes need improvement, also try not to look at me like that again. I will let a female pass, but a male. That is a different. Fair warning." With that, Amicus continued to walk towards wherever the most sound came from. Which seemed to be coming from what he believed was another courtyard. "Should I go here or to the dorms? There, maybe I can see something interesting." He perfectly had someone in mind, more so he hard there was someone very powerful here and was interested in meeting her or him. He wasn't too clear on the details, but as he mentioned earlier, he was in the mood for entertainment, leaving the main hall he made his way down the hall with the most noise.

 

[Sadicoatl]

Alon Amihan
She had just finished unpacking her belongings in her room when she heard a slight whistling rumble radiating through the walls. Curiosity got the better of her as always, and as she peered through the window, she saw in the sky what looks to be like fireworks. A brighter one. Fireworks that took shape of a... giant bird? Her brows furrowed. Was there another celebration? Leaving her black book on the desk save for the voodoo-designed bookmark, she walked briskly towards the door and made her way downstairs. She was too late however, as she first took a step outside the dorm and into the path that was supposed to lead to the front courtyard, it was all over. The girl mentally sighed. She must have missed the opening display. What a waste. They never had one of those last year too. The girl tapped her lower lip gently with her thumb, voodoo doll bookmark entangled and dangling from her fingers and all. Perhaps she could continue exploring the school and perhaps find a new place to hang out for her daily rest and relaxation time?

Turning back and walking past the dorms, she went through various buildings and structures, only to stop at the open field large enough to fit more than one average-sized football field. On the said field she watched students of different year level, ethnicity, and race run through and interact with one another whether it may be a friendly chatter or a small competition of sorts. The sight somewhat made he girl frown a little. She hasn't done anything as of yet to improve her skills as a practitioner of black and white magic. So far, she can only strike if given an item belonging to her victim. She has to find a way to strike an all-out offensive move without dependence to mediums.. Or even at least to learn how to hex a person simply by knowing their name. That would be cool, and Alon would be willing to go through great lengths to master what her ancestors have mastered. It was just too bad that most of them are already dead, or not willing to pass on the knowledge from being converted through religion.

Alon figured she should head back. Perhaps researching more on what she could do to improve herself should give her a little bit of an edge in class. After all, she disliked being the underdog. But first, she needed a victim.. Scratch that, a volunteer rather. Someone who would be willing to help her achieve her purpose of broadening her hexes.. Someone who is not so close to her, a person who would not take it personally, or someone who just doesn't have to know. Thinking about that sent a pang of guilt through her body as she almost lost her footing on her way to the courtyard near the dormitories. As she approached the fountain at the center, Alon stopped on her tracks and decided to sit for a while to think. The girl rested at the edge of the fountain.

Guilt. That was her weakness. Her being too nice always got in the way. Her biggest fault was the difficulty of saying "no" to others. Because of that, everyone benefits except for her. But what can she do? She loved helping others. She's even sure that she would stay like that no matter what happens. Maybe she should drop the good girl act for once?

The girl shook her head. No, that would be too risky. She never wanted to offend anyone. But how on earth should she be able to move to the next level if she could only pity her enemies? Then again, did she ever have enemies? Even if she has been successful in avoiding quarrels and such, she still should be prepared to defend herself just in case. Alon sighed again. No matter how she would like to manipulate the situation, she would always need a practice target to improve.

Fiddling on her voodoo doll with her fingers for the last time, the girl decided to stow it away by tucking it in under the collar of her blouse where a secret pocket was. That was her only tool to be used for battle. Of course she would hide it where no one would dare slip their hands in, right? Or a least she would be notified in case someone even dared to do so.
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[WitchesRayvyn]

She stopped when he said the name of the family whose name she had taken, and turned with a growl when he insulted them. She honestly wouldn't have cared about the insults had it not been for Tristan. They may have tricked her, and held her prisoner for 5 generations, but Tristan was a Sionnach, the only sincerely kind Sionnach she had met, and she wouldn't allow for this fae boy to insult someone she held so dear. She bristled even further at his comment about being the patriarchs love child. She didn't remember much about her parents,her father had been killed in the homelands of her kind, which had prompted her mother to leave and find a new place for them to live. THat was how she had been captured by the Sionnach family. She had only been around 50 years old then, the equivalent of an 8 year old human child, and though she might not remember much, she did remembered her mother being loving and kind and she knew that her mother would never have stooped so low as to lay with someone like the Sionnach clan's leader. A soft, low growl came from between her clenched teeth, her ears pointed back serving as a physical representation of how angry she was.

Just as she was about to speak up and defend herself and those she cared for, the fae said something that played on one of her deepest and darkest fears. It was the boys final comment, and it was the worst. He had hit the nail on the head when he had said that she had been captured by them, though it didn't matter that they hadn't given her their name. She had taken it because her kind didn't have surnames, and she wanted to feel closer to Tristan. Though she hadn't been used in the way that he probably meant, it didn't change the fact that what he said coaxed a deep seated fear to rise up inside of her. Because of what the Sionnach had done to her she was afraid that she was too damaged to ever be worth anyones time. She was distant, untrusting and anti-social. She couldn't even stand being touched by most people. Like a beast who had spend most of it's life in a cage and had been abused by the ones who had put it there. It didn't matter that that was exactly what had happened.

She had been treated like an animal, a prized pet, and it had taken her weeks after Tristan had rescued her to even attempt her human form again. She had had to re-learn so many things, how to eat and walk like a human, how to speak as one. These were all things that had been taken from her in her captivity. She had been a beast kept in a cage for their amusement, and it seemed she had just switched out one cage for another. As he walked past her, laughing at her as if she wasn't worth the space she took up, and to him it seemed she didn't, she felt a tear roll down her cheek, and then another, and another and soon her cheeks ran with tears, but she made no sound. When she heard him addressing someone behind her, and knew his attention was no longer focused on her, she disappeared in a puff of smoke, her white vulpine form standing where her human one had been. Her violet eyes still shimmering with tears, she took off in the direction of her room, her small white form weaving in and out of the legs and feet of the other students. She just wanted to get back to her room where she could curl up on her bed and cry.

When she reached the door to her room she had to stand on her hind legs to maneuver the handle in a way so that the door would open, and once it had, she dashed in. She was still so upset by the fae boys words that she didn't sense anyone else in the room till she ran into that someones leg, sending her skidding back across the floor a couple inches.

 

[Ali]

Jillian's eyes opened with surprise.
She had fallen asleep? Not much of a shocking circumstance, but she was feeling groggy none the less. Naps never ceased to help the young witch, only cause her more fatigue then she had started with. Her thing digits ran through the soft grass of the small spot she had found off to the side of the star dormitory to take her unscheduled nap. Originally, she was only aiming to soak up a few of the beautiful suns rays, and possible tan her over-pale skin.

Her body supported itself on an outstretched arm, slipping through the prickly feeling blades of grass before she managed to pushed herself up into a slouched over sitting position. Her long ash blonde hair fell over her eyes, clouding her vision and taking over her appearance; she had recently been debating on cutting her hair due to the problems it caused when controlled by the wind. A funny concept to her, seeing as Jillian herself could control wind, at least in minor bursts. She had many years ahead of her to even begin to control such a powerful element, but occasionally the element of freedom was kind to her, and allowed her to use it to her will.

Jill stood from her spot, looking behind her to find the grass indented and mentally reminding herself to fall asleep in a bed next time. She brushed the remaining blades of grass from her back and legs, finding that her nap had left more then small pieces of greenery, and had in fact indented her legs with thick red marks that made up the lay of the land. She hummed silently to herself, leaving the spot from where she once slumbered. As she came closer and closer to the main entrance that lead most female students to their dormitories, she noticed a small white little fox, running at high speeds in through the door and out of site. Perhaps the poor thing was being chased by another student? Jill cautiously looked around, noticing some students who were wide eye'd and shocked, clearly she had missed something in her rest.

"You saw that bird right?"
"Yeah it was massive! Like something from a fairy tail!"

Little did Jillian know how ironic the last students sentence really was. She silently walked past the different groupings of students, smiling in the wakes of waves and "hello's" she received from previous years acquaintances. Finding herself at a beautiful fountain, she had intended to sit down in the sun near rushing water; hoping the noise would keep her awake. It only proved to push a sense of lulling relaxation through the witch.

Her eyes darted past the sculpture in the center of the fountain, landing on a young auburn haired girl, casually relaxing against the intricate stone. Perhaps she could find some conversation in this person, she seemed to be itching for social interaction anyways. Swiftly walking around the fountain, Jill came to the left side of this girl, looking down on her person from where she stood.

"Is this seat taken?"

Eris watched the wild look on her opponents face as he swung his arm up to block her kick. She had concluded at that moment, Killian wanted an all out battle, minus the use of magic. She was originally assuming a short fight to curb his appetite, hence the structured pose and calm air of relaxation plaguing her body. But she understood the terms now, and as if she had been taken over by another; more malicious entity, her face contorted to one of madness and violent lust.

She smiled a toothy grin, clenching her fists tightly together and watching as Killian took a strike at her. Clearly this was a no mercy fight...perfect, she was never the kind to give in to mercy. Her eyes shifted around in a quickened pace, looking to the shocked by-standards circling their brawl, clearly they were interested in seeing blood. What sadists. Eris laughed inwardly towards the similarities she shared with these specific people, for she too, was a sadist at heart.

Her reaction timing and speed had drastically picked up as she was now prepared to engulf herself into this fight. She watched Killian's arm come towards her at a blinding pace, feeling the fist make contact with the vertebrae in her neck, listening with a nasty pleasure as a 3 sickening 'pops' echoed through the small area, sending the purple haired demon to the ground.

"Finding yourself forgetful lately, Killian?" She spoke with a seductive tone, rolling her neck on it's joints and cracking the bones back into place with a few more malignant pops. Most ordinary people, and about 85% or more of the supernatural population wouldn't have been able to speak, let alone move after a hit like that. However, Eris was different. She wasn't a regular demon like most others. Her powers steamed from the creation of blood demons. Creatures which thrived on pain and hurt, physical torture and cuts. Broken bones, twisted limbs, severed arteries; they only served to fuel her lust towards battle.

Eris's body, still flat on her back, seemed to twitched multiple times only before lifting itself back to her feet. The imagery of the girl neck was most likely something that couldn't be un-seen. A large bone jutted from the left side, pushing the demons skin out in an abnormal fashion. She looked to her new found enemy with livid blue eyes, before turning her head to the right and coughing up a large sum of blood.

"Mmm, delicious" Those final words fell from her lips before she charged forward with a devilish smile plastered on her lips, her composure almost fully lost in her love for violence. She noticed a couple kids around them back away from the fight, possible to faint, or vomit, she wasn't sure. It spurred her lust for a direct hit towards Killian's face as she lined up her hand, spearing it towards his throat in a pointed fashion. She was aiming for his artery, and oh yes, there would be blood.​

 

[Sadicoatl]

Alon Amihan
The water splashed constantly behind her as she leaned back a little, resting her hands on the cold rim of the fountain. There were still a few hours left to go before the gala, and now was the perfect time for her to think of what to wear. Should she go for something elegant? Or something that speaks about her place of origin and culture perhaps? Alon rested her right elbow on her left palm, with her right hand propped under her chin. Despite meeting new people and going places, she too enjoyed a little peace and quiet from time to time.

But of course, just because she enjoyed today's peace and quiet doesn't mean she is not welcoming everything else..

"Is this seat taken?" Said a voice from her left. A little startled, Alon's shoulders jumped a bit from the greeting. She was always used to being approached from upfront. Turning to her left to see who it was, her eyes landed on a girl much taller than her but younger, her dark blonde hair flowing freely behind her and fluttering a little at the tip from the wind. The way she smiled.. At first glance, Alon already commented mentally how pretty this girl was. Her light-colored eyes looked down on her pleasantly, quite relaxed just as Alon was earlier. But wait.. Has she seen this girl before? She did look a bit familiar.. Perhaps she had crossed paths with her last year..

Gasping a little now, realizing that she hadn't responded to the question, Alon broke into a small grin and scooted over to her right a little, fixing her skirt in the process.

"No, not at all. Please take a seat." Alon nodded cheerfully at Jillian, dimple peeking on her left cheek as she smiled. "I think I have seen you before but I never had the chance to actually talk to you." Extending her right hand, Alon looked up to her.

"Alon Amihan. Second year. Pleased to meet you.."
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[MagiKin]

Killian smirked as his fist connected, the feeling of his fist connecting with flesh and bone was such a thrill and he watched her crumple to the ground. She let me hit her...interesting. If that's the case, then she must want to put on a good show for people. He watched her get back up, taunting him. He wasn't surprised. He had fought her before, not like this but on various other styles. She was tough and he knew that it would take a hell of a lot more than a single power punch to take her down a peg.

He was slightly unnerved when she said delicious and lunged at him. She had that look to her, one he knew from his brethren all too well. Bloodlust..so she wants to go with that eh? Very well Eris...let's dance! He barely dodged her first strike that was aimed at the artery of his neck. A surefire way to cause mass damage and a quick victory. He swung at her after he avoided the blow, but she was full on battle now and she dodged easily. She wasn't going to make it easy on him and probably planned on making him work for each hit he could get on her.

He laughed. How long had it been since he had a full on brawl that he actually had to work at? This is why he liked her. He broke into a half run, getting in close which opened him up for a perfect blow from her. If she hits me, it'll hurt..guranteed. Still, if she does, that will leave her wide open and then I'll give her a punch to that pretty face she'll never forget! His fist clenched so tight it felt like a tightly welded ball of flesh and he prepared himself.

 

[Vinyl]

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Inkie didn't know what to say. Of course, being mute quite remedied that, but there was now a more pressing problem at hand.

He didn't know how to react.

The young empath swallowed audibly and took a nervous step backwards, eyes glued to the lilting girl in front of him. Vampire. His gaze lightly noted the sharp of her teeth as she drew nearer, the eerie flash in her eyes. The bloodlustful hop in her step. He didn't know what to do.
Run? Running would be nice. Even as he stood, his legs tenses, muscles coiled. But what if he did run? Who could get hurt as a result? The next person to happen by?
If that were true, he couldn't flee now. There were only a few things Inkie told himself he wouldn't do under any circumstances...and one of those was endanger and innocent person. With a low groan to supress the fear bubbling in his gut, Inkie leapt forward, eyes narrowed - not out of hostility but instead because he badly wanted to squeeze them shut and hug himself.
In a far too familiar gesture he clapped his hand over her mouth and swung himself behind her, drawing the girl in close to his body, hugging her from behind.
Inkie took a long and soothing breath. Tried to clear his mind. This part was important...
Airships, skies, dragons...
Anything calm....

.......

He rolled his shoulders and breathed again, exhaling not only his breath but his thoughts of calm - they flowed into the air almost tangible. Strawberries, yawning kittens, fine sand. Thoughts.
Far in the back of his mind he knew he would regret giving his store of calm for the day away, but desperate times called for...and he had to get back to Rai....
Once the opportunity arose he'd snag some pills and make a break for it...

 

[HalcyonSkies]

Finding herself becoming drowsy, Aoife rolled over onto her stomach, ruining her blue dress further. It wasn't exactly the most extravagant but surprisingly made it past her mother's scrutiny. It was basically a sky blue knee-length dress with an underbust corset and off-the-shoulder peasant sleeves. Simple. The only piece that seemed over the top was the black corset which was covered by elaborate designs. Golden vines contrasted against the background, entwining delicately around her family crest; a weeping willow on the back. Stifling a yawn, she sat up and kicked her slippers off.

"Maybe I should explore some but what if I get lost? What if an ogre makes me his.." Thinking about it now, she wondered what kind of "creep" her mother arranged for her to marry. She hadn't explained it in detail. In fact, her mother hadn't spoken much about it. It was almost as if she wanted to avoid the discussion completely. But her youngest brother added in the comment that he must have been a creep. Looking over any being that happened to be around her, she hoped her mother's cruel humor wasn't in play here. "I hold nothing against trolls but I do hope she's not trolling me."

Slowly returning to reality, a strong reverberating deep hum filled her ears, instantly unnerving her as it came from two different directions. Aoife had only ever heard that sound this powerful once before with an old teacher that had lost their composure.

Mauve eyes widened upon recognition, "Oh no.."

Without a second thought, the fae abandoned her slippers bounded off in the direction that made most sense; the one farthest from the infirmary. Even if she knew she was powerless to stop anyone from being harmed, she could always hope they weren't too badly hurt and provide a little first aid if needed. It wasn't until she got closer that she was made aware of the excitement coming from the other person. Or even a few spectators 'though most seemed quite disturbed by the display. The noises grew louder and far more intense, completely overwhelming her sense of hearing. She almost feared going deaf. Just a few feet away from the crowd, she stopped and covered her ears with her palms to keep herself from becoming frightened by the loud hum and looked on, worried for whoever lost. "How can people enjoy such a thing?" She spoke to no one in particular, trembling. "They must be really strong.."

 

[Olissa]

Such a well willing fool she hadn't encountered in a long time. He made no move to run, which would have been a safe option, unless she decided to freeze him, which would have forced him to stay. But where was the fun in that? Finally a chance to sink those rarely used fangs into flesh, then why not make it more of a sport?
He also made no effort to fight her. The few she had encountered in this state tended to chose between those two. Run, or hope to knock her out. Depending on how in need of a meal she was, that would either be an easy, or very difficult feat.
No, instead he did something far more interesting and unusual.

Instead of moving forward in an attack, she saw how he seemed to go with a different approach, a calmer one. Even going so far as to jam a hand right up against her mouth. Was he daft? Crazy? Or maybe he just had a kinky fantasy about being bitten by a vampire? The hug unnerved her, and caught her off guard before she herself took action. Why the hell was he hugging her from behind? A confused expression overtook the previous blood hungry taunting look. She pushed and pulled a little. Firm grip. Why the hell was he doing this?
A panic, of the normal and distant Yala, crept over her. People shouldn't be close to her, they couldn't.
This move wasn't enough to let the vampire back down.

With the hand on her mouth, she was so incredibly close to that luscious and rich liquid. It took no effort at all to open her mouth below that hand and let her fangs scratch that palm till the skin broke.
Blood soon flowed from the small incision. It wasn't enough to still that hunger, obviously, but it was enough to cloud her mind in the most clear way of all. As such she hadn't noticed how the power of the empath overtook her own thinking pattern. An unfamiliar calmth crept over her. It worked fast, and highly efficient.
The glow in her eyes faded till only the usual icy blues remained. One hand almost naturally reached out to the nearest cupboard she could reach, for stability.
The vampire side of her had been calmed, and pushed away once again, but the weakened state of the girl remained. She slumped to her knees, sliding from the grip of the other student.
"I'm sorry." She breathed, as one hand pulled open the drawer that she had taken a hold of. With a chance of luck that was the one that contained the pills she would need.
"Thank you." Rolled from the elemental's lips. She was grateful, in a sense, to what he had done, whatever he had done. She'd have to check her black binder in order to be able to put a power and a name to the face.

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Oblivious to everything around her, as the walls were so thick they blocked off the powers of the handicapped girl, Mayula set the few belongings she had in various places. She would be wearing the school uniform instead of home brought clothes. It didn't cost anything extra, usually, and the school would take care of the repairs and cleaning. It couldn't get much handier than that for someone who had physical limitations.
The girl wouldn't have minded wearing and washing her own clothes (she couldn't possibly imagine why she would have to do repairs on clothing but oh well) but her parents had insisted. Fine with her. Less to fuss about and remember on a day to day basis. Even though she would have been quite capable of doing those tasks. Sometimes she thought her parents kept forgetting that Mayula had developed powers, and could do everything a normal human could do now.

Photos were pointless. What in the world would she do with a flat rectangular piece of paper that felt smooth on one side? She wouldn't be able to see what was on it. The only interesting part of a photo then would be the frame. Kinda pointless.
Instead of that, she had a small 3D printed bust of her parents and herself. Now that she could see. With care the blinde placed the little statue on her night stand.
Most of the other belongings were little pieces of art, jewelry, and trinkets that she wanted to keep near.

It went completely beyond her that the door opened. Even though the air around her shifted, Mayula was too wrapped up in her own happy little world of bliss. When it did register with her, it was already too late to respond, as whatever fuzzy ball distorted the airflow bumped up against her leg.
Mayula's mouth opened up to what one would expect create an 'Ow!' sound, but nothing came out. Kind of difficult, without vocal cords.
Automatically she checked if her cover was still on her eyes before tilting her head towards the bundle on the ground.
Hazy airflow... fur? Yes, that was fur, and pointy ears, a snout, oh there the eyes were! The rest of the features contained a fluff ball behind the body, a smallish body, standing on four legs with quite cute little paws. What was this kind of creature again?
Crouching down Mayula looked at the creature with a warm, broad smile full of innocence and curiosity.
Hello. She sent, her mouth not moving as the word was brought to the vulpine's mind. She still wasn't quite sure what it was. Standing behind glass in a zoo was rather pointless for her once she got her 'sight' and books were even more useless. It looked a little bit like a cross between a cat and a dog though.
How did you get in here, little creature? Was this someone's pet? Or maybe a familiar? She had heard some people had 'pets' that were special, helping them with their powers or so. She couldn't recall all the details, but it was something like that. Wherever this one came from, aside from the obviously open door, she just wanted to touch it, cuddle it. What? It just was so fluffy looking, that fur practically begged to be softly patted.