Realistic or Modern Beowulf Academy (IC)

[alleycat]

「 In Character 」

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The residents of St. Edward's Island were never the curious type. They came from good, decent families; hardworking families who minded their own business and didn't pry into the affairs of others. Their small community was well-taken care of, untroublesome, and routine. Above all, routine - and that was fine by them.

It was, the more curious of them noted, only when the arrival of small ferries in August when the routine of the small island was disrupted. Throughout the day, they would slowly drift into the croded harbor on St. Edward's main settlement. Each carried strange cargo: a teenager, maybe two, and a suited, stern-faced adult. They would never stop for directions, only wait at the harbor until a black car pulled up. Away they went, into the wild rolling grasslands that comprised the rest of the island. Everyone knew who they were: students from Beowulf. Still, why all the severity? Why the commotion? Some of the more curious would occasionally drift into town, but never stay for long. The most the students were spotted would be on the beaches, pausing their activities to stare at the fishermen or tourist buses drifting by. Occasionally, they would wave. Almost always, though, there would be a strange smirk painted gingerly across their face - like they were hiding some secret from the world.

The residents of St. Edward's Island didn't care for secrets. So, they didn't pry. They were well-taken care of, untroublesome, and routine. And this new batch of students wouldn't change that at all.

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Year 1, August 14th //
St. Edward's Island Forecast: Sunny, 18 ° C, Light Winds
// Yves //

The gentle revving of the engine drifting away from the academy's driveway was the only thing in the world that seemed to make noise, as Yves stared at the monolithic entrance to Beowulf Academy standing before him. Here, even the wind they could feel against their hair seemed to breathe silently, awaiting the arrival of someone to tell the young Aural where to go or what to do. They looked to their left, then their right. Carefully manicured foliage and scrubbed stone brick stared back. Nobody here to welcome me, huh?, they pondered, kicking the grass from their sneakers. "Well!" they exclaimed, breaking out into a grin, "Guess I'll welcome myself!"

Heading through the main entrance with their backpack and single rolling suitcase, Yves looked down at the piece of paper their guide had given them. Follow signage to Eclipse Class Dorm, it read. Back of campus, first building on left. Consult with faculty member. Even with these instructions, Yves wasn't certain they were heading in the right direction. Entering the first set of doors and exiting the set directly across from the first, they emerged onto a wide, open courtyard, lined with ancient trees and large, jutting stones. Yves could only assume this was where the physical training occurred, as they lingered to gaze across the sight. To think! So many Aurals would be in this courtyard in a matter of days, learning the ins and outs of their gifted spirit. And they would be one of them! Here was a place Yves could become a part of the world that to them always seemed so far; one endlessly enchanting yet banal in its limitations. They only hoped that there would be people to share that world with.

Reacing the far end of the courtyard, lines of doorways boasted brass plaques on their doors, each with a name and a small sigil. Yves wandered through each of them, clicking their tongue and jotting down mental notes on which designs they thought were the coolest. Finally, on the furthest door to the left, in the corner, was their destination: ECLIPSE CLASS. Yves giggled to themselves in excitement, and threw open the door, tossing their backpack in as they leapt through the air. "HEL-LO EVERY-"

A silent, still room greeted them.

Yves deflated immediately, groaning as their backpack landed on the floor unceremoniously. "Is this whole school a ghost town? Am I being pranked?" they mumbled aloud, collecting their things off the floor and setting them down against the wall. The large common room was immaculately organized, with gleaming polished countertops of wood and tile, plush sofas, and a rugs still segmented by their vacuum lines. Yves slowly gravitated towards the row of bookshelves on the far wall, eyes widening as they examined each of the scientific and history titles. "So much data..." they marveled.

 

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// Ezekiel //

It wasn't until he was standing in front of the imposing doors that realisation truly hit Ezekiel. This was his first time living outside Italy. More than a stay overseas; he'd be spending the next few years on these grounds. His flight and ferry ride here had been spent in a bubble of relief at leaving home, but now, looking at this massive place, he felt a small yearning for home.

No. This was what he wanted. Not only an escape, but a chance to master these new abilities. With that excitement burning in his chest Ezekiel had entered the academy and spent time wandering the halls. His note said to gather in the dorm room but he hadn't seen a single other soul here. Surely he had time to look around? Ezekiel marvelled at the open windows and large halls, so different from his private school in Italy where the noises of the city seemed to exist in the very walls. Here it was peaceful, quiet. The blue skies stretched on forever.

Ezekiel wondered whether his family name held much weight here. He'd never paid much attention to stuff like reputation and avoided formal events when he could. Within Italy the D'Avanzo family were widely known and respected, however he wasn't sure whether the same was true for Aural society. His bloodline was supposedly full of powerful users, like grandfather and grandmother, but his distant parents had never shared much with Ezekiel.

Ezekiel shakes his head and focuses on the present. Here he'll finally be learning how to control and improve his powers alongside his classmates. Wait. Other students... new people. Excitement coalesces into nerves. He has a track record of bad first impressions. Ezekiel grips his bag tightly, long sleeves pulled down to cover the sea monsters he'd drawn on the ferry ride. A greeting would be enough, right? Introduce himself then not get involved any further.

How are you? No, they might ask it back. Hey? Too informal. Hello? That should be okay. Despite revision lessons with his private tutor and being near fluent in the language Ezekiel isn't comfortable with how his accent immediately sets him apart. Well, he's not the type to say much anyway.

Ezekiel's path loops around to the dormitory where the doors are already flung wide open. He cautiously enters and sees a grey haired boy looking intently at the bookshelf. The student hasn't noticed Ezekiel yet, standing stiffly with his dark piercing eyes that contrast an expensive outfit and designer leather messenger bag. Ezekiel's nerves practically manifest themselves in a gloomy cloud that looms as he says, "H-hello."

 

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[Atlas]

"And STAY OUT!" shouted the corrections offer after booting Atlas onto the doorstep of the admittedly grand structure that was the academy, Atlas picking himself up quickly would roar towards the quickly retreating vehicle, "IM GLAD I HEADBUTTED YOU, JACKASS!" after the vehicle was out of sight he would turn towards the entrance, it was pretty and big but Atlas had seen big and pretty schools before, of course, he wasn't allowed in them but he often beat up kids from them. He wasn't impressed, hoisting his massive duffle bag on his shoulder Atlas would put on a confident smirk and begin his heavy footed strolling through the main hall. All that Aural stuff those agents told him about, he'd learn it here and while Atlas didn't need a crimson rhino following around to kick ass, wrecker (as he was so affectionately named) was appreciated. Especially if it meant he could get mom out faster, this was for her!

"HELLO?!" he shouted with booming volume, as nobody was guiding him through the ornate shiny halls as he expected, he assumed schools like these would have like butlers or holograms or something to guide students through but so far...nothing. Atlas would scowl, his fists already itching for knock some poor bastard out for shoving him into this ghost town.

His feeling's towards meeting a group of new people was somewhere in between surging excitement and a hint of worry, Atlas was never the smartest in a classroom, he was never likely to spout wit and list off dates of important events from history, hell the most complicated book he ever read was Harry Potter...and he actually kinda liked it, not that he would ever tell anyone. However, one thing Atlas always was, was scary. A hulking figure of violence and aggression ready to put any nerd in their place, here wouldn't be any different plus now beating shit up was encouraged! Finding himself at the only classroom with the door's busted open, Atlas would enter the room to see two short, scrawny, nerds looking at some books, "Where the hell is everybody, who's ass am I kicking for dragging me to this ghost-school?" shouted Atlas aggressively.

 

[x_Tasia_X]

Nina Simone Rivera

Make us proud, Nina.

That was the last thing her parents said to her before they forced her to come here. Nina’s brow creased, she knew they weren’t being genuine. Nina wasn’t an idiot, even though she pretended to be one. She unlocks an incredible ability and suddenly her mother preaches she was perfect the way she was? Nina didn’t understand, but she knew that their affection wasn’t real. The only person who truly cared about her isn’t with her. He’s somewhere she can’t follow and now she doesn’t really know what to do. Life was easier when she was following someone.

Nina adjusted her backpack, staring at the little pamphlet with directions to where she needed to go. She had checked it for like- the fifth time. She followed the directions with minimal distractions, only one or two! It was very impressive for Nina. Nina found herself getting distracted by the courtyard; the slight stiffness of her expression melted a bit. She shouldn’t be angry with this place. It was a beautiful area. Sure- she doesn’t want to be here, but her parents were the ones who discarded her here. She should try to be as pleasant towards the people as she could be. There would be things to look forward to here and there are people worth knowing. She would give this place a chance.

Nina finally made it to the Eclipse door. She heard a male voice exclaiming something vaguely violent and all her nerves returned. Nina pressed her lips together nervously, and fiddled with her hands a bit. Here we go… Hurry up and go to the door before you can second guess it! Nina gently stepped through the doorway and forced herself to step inside the room, planting a soft, oblivious expression on her face as she did. At a first impression, the place was very clean, and there were only three other people in here with her. Nina double checked the room for anyone else before stepping in a bit further, clearing the doorway so that she wouldn’t be in the way of any arrivals after her.

“Hello everyone!” She wore a sweet expression as she scanned each person in the room. The gave the small group a little wave. There was someone who was looking at the books, a nervous looking guy, and an intimidating one. She was going to assume he was the one who spoke early. But she was also going to pretend like she didn’t hear it. She would introduce herself but she figured introductions could wait until everyone got here. She didn’t really want to introduce herself more than once.

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[alleycat]

// Yves //
Just like that, Yves was anything but alone. Immediately, they broke into a grin, thankful that this school wasn't some hallucinogenic prank after all. Drawing their attention away from the bookshelves and towards the commotion of these three newcomers, Yves took a brief moment to study each of them. The first to enter, the dark-haired boy, seemed to be something of a proper type. He had some type of accent - European, probably, that Yves couldn't quite assess. Maybe he was French!

The next to enter was a big, brutish type, as explosive in his voice as he seemed to be physically. Yves glanced at him quickly, so as to avoid any potential conflict this one felt prone to at any moment. "Hopefully not mine. I got here about twenty seconds before you all! I was starting to think I had come on the wrong day."

Nimbly, Yves skirted over to the counter to the left of the door, twisting their body around one of the stools and plopping down criss-cross on its top. Here, he made eye contact with the final arrival, a cheery-seeming girl with rolling brown curls. Grinning back at her, they extended their hand out in a little wave to the room. "M'name's Yves Bergert! I'm guessting you're all Aurals too??"

 

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[Atlas]

"If you mean absolute badasses with a sick animal energy thing, then yes I am an Auralis or whatever" Atlas plopped his bag onto the ground, giving the floor a noticeable shake as if it was filled with cinder-blocks and the guy was one handing it as if it weighed little more than a grocery bag. One of the nerds that were glaring up those books had enough common sense to only glance at him, Atlas could appreciate a nerd who understood the hierarchy. Some new girl followed shortly after, from first impressions she seemed like the type to join the cheer squad, happy and ditzy. "School is pretty fancy, wonder if they got a gym around here?" he said aloud, mostly talking to himself. Before rounding suddenly onto the one who introduced themselves as Yves Burger or something hard to pronounce, "How long until our teach shows up? I've got a few choice 4 letter words that I wanna share, this place is empty as hell!" he said practically fuming.​

 

[x_Tasia_X]

Nina Simone Rivera

Well, this wasn’t the worst group she could have been stuck with. Two of the people here seemed easy enough to handle, Yves, the cheery one, seemed ready to make friends. That was a good start. The shy one looked like he was the nervous type of shy, and not the ‘I hate people’ kind of shy. That would make befriending him relatively easy. It was the big one that Nina worried about. Nina wasn’t good at handling loud, hostile people. She supposed sticking with the dumb nice girl personality might work? She doubted he was looking for friends, so just being tolerated will do.

Yves gave her a grin that she returned with a wider smile. She internally sighed. At Least one person here was outwardly friendly. It made her a lot less nervous. Nina's attention was turned to the angry one again. Nina watched him refer to Aurals as ‘badasses with sick animal energy things’ and used every ounce of self control in her body not to laugh. She was not trying to draw attention to herself while he was talking, her parents wouldn’t take her out of this academy, even if she was getting bullied. So let’s avoid that!

Nina absently looked around the room, she should just daydream, that’s a good way to not get too involved in the conversation. Hmmm she hoped this place had a garden.

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// Ezekiel //

Ezekiel holds in a sigh. Great. If there's one type he's horrible dealing with it's the absurdly big guy shouting behind him. The giant drops a bag that, from the sound of it, weighs as much as Ezekiel does. That floor is definitely dented. Ezekiel's mouth twitches into a grimace. Just avoid him, he tells himself, glaring at his back. At least the other two seem nice, the friendly one is breaking the ice. Ezekiel glances at the girl, beautiful and undisturbed by the ruckus. She seems the type to go with the flow. The bookshelf kid is approachable, though it's unclear whether that's a good or bad thing yet. He really doesn't want to be dragged into anything unnecessary. On the other hand the jock is only getting more aggressive and loud. Ezekiel just got off a flight and immediately followed up with a ferry for gods sake.

"... You're too loud. Shut up already." He snaps. His eyes go wide. Oh no, he hadn't meant to say it aloud.

 

[alleycat]

// Yves //

As the tension mounted, Yves' smile formed into a sort of sheepish grimace. It wasn't any surprise that dramatic personalities would accompany those with dramatic powers, but nevertheless, they were hoping there would be more cordiality than this instantly. Then again, who knows how each of these students would be with one another over time?

"Hey, hey, ease up, you guys! We're teammates now, after all. We gotta work together, so no sense in getting on each other's cases." Yves remarked, the cheeriness in their voice slightly more strained. "I'm sure our teacher will show up soon enough. Maybe they're out of town, too.." Yves furrowed their brow, trying to recall if they saw any adults with particularly Aural sensibilities on their flight. Then again, they weren't paying much attention to anything but the book they were reading, a dauntingly-heavy chronicle on the history of the Bubonic Plague. They felt themselves being tugged back to it already, especially in light of this crowd.

"Oh!" they exclaimed, snapping their fingers. "Where are we all from? We might as well get to know each other if we want to be the best Aurals we can be, right?"

 

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[Atlas]

Atlas turned towards the dark-haired nerd with violence in his eyes, muscles tightened and his broad shoulders hunched as if he was about to charge the much smaller student, "Hell you just say to me?" Atlas hadn't expected to beat the crap out of anyone yet but this guy was cruising for a bruising! Before Atlas could reel back a fist though, the other nerd would speak up with some lame attempt to calm everyone down, and for a split second Atlas could see through the fog of anger...did he really want to get kicked out of this thing before he even started? Just like he had gotten kicked out of many a school before this, except this was different. He wasn't just going here for him, he was doing this for mom and she told him to be on his best behavior and that this Aural thing was a second chance...maybe a beatdown on the first day wasn't the best idea. Atlas grimaced and scoffed, "Whatever" while his muscles relaxed and his stance became less threatening, 'I'm from New York" he said, looking towards the wall as looking at the dark haired nerd was pissing him off!​

 

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// Ezekiel //

Ezekiel shoves his hands in his pockets and glowers at the bookshelves, pointedly avoiding eye contact. Being treated the same as this walking explosion leaves a sour taste. He could've dealt with it... probably. Still, that kid - Yves helped him out. Perceptive and equipped with a silver tongue, a pleasant combination. Ezekiel swallows his pride and shoots him a grateful look.

His ears perk in interest when Atlas answers Yves's question. Oh, New York, that's the one place in America he's been to. Ezekiel considers - no best to keep his mouth shut. He should just keep quiet to avoid actually pissing off the big guy. But on the other hand to ignore an olive branch meant to smooth over Ezekiels's mistake doesn't sit right.

"Verona." He says after a long moment. Then realises his new classmates might not know Europe. "Uh, Italy."

 

[x_Tasia_X]

Nina Simone Rivera

Nina was thinking about what she should do to make her new peers like her. Her first idea was baking something, she was internally praying that this place had a kitchen students could use before she heard the angry one exclam something in well- anger. Nina flinched as she came back from dreamland and watch the encounter go down, her expression barely changed. She was preparing to say something to de-escalate the situation. But Yves beat her to it. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Now she had an opportunity to see what worked on this guy- or what wouldn’t. She was watching Yves handle him closely, content with how the situation was handled. She was almost a little relieved, Mr.Rager wasn’t beyond reason! She could probably aim for friendship if she tried her hardest!

“I’m from Santo Domingo, in the Dominican Republic.” She chirped her response. “Since we’re all teammates now, I’m guessing that knowing all of each other's names would be useful.” She made sure there wasn’t an ounce of tenseness in her voice.

“My name is Nina.” She briefly added afterwards. She glanced at Mr. Rager and Shy guy individually. Hopefully they’d give up their names, she was getting tired of using their secret. nicknames in her head.

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[SoftSmile]

Hex was running late, as usual. Also per the usual it was almost completely her fault. The town was so quiet and boring and as soon as she stepped foot in the sleepy little village she knew she needed to lighten up the place with a bit of her special pizzaz. Her giant backpack already had a lot of pizzaz, being decorated with graffiti, paint, stickers, permanent marker and other miscellaneous things like keychains and blood.

She sat behind a building, humming a little tune as she sprayed more paint from the can onto the boring wall. She was just making it less boring, you know by making it more fun! She had drawn many smiley faces and little notes on the brick wall, all clear due to the hideously bright neon paint. She shook the can just a bit more before finishing the final piece, a bright neon blue shark. Facing forward, with it's mouth wide open. 'WATCH OUT, SHARK IS IN TOWN' Hex wrote sloppily above and below it.

"Alrighty, better get to the party!" She quickly packed up her things and ran off. She was a sore thumb out in the town, but she moved so fast that she wasn't really a concern. She didn't even pay attention to the glamor that was Beowulf academy, she had blew up graffitied nicer places. In fact, she was running so fast, that when she bolted through the door she was afraid it would break off the hinges.

"Oopsie daisy! Did I break it?" Without first acknowledging the people in the room, she looked to the door cautiously, moving it back and forth a bit to make sure it didn't just fall over. "Okay! That's good."

"Oh, hi!" She waved to them with a goofy smile. She looked a bit odd, and colorful paint stained her hands and some of her face.

 

[JuniperBoi]

Emmett
Mood: A little peeved

“Great just great.” Emmet got up from his meditation position once he heard the horn of the ferry alerting his fellow classmates to disembark. He huffed as he grabbed his stuff and got off the ferry. He sighed as he looked around the harbor. "Why is there so many people here? Is new students coming here that much of a big deal?" He wasn't used to so many people staring at him outside of a fight. He sped up his walk to escape the gazing eyes. Once he got to the entrance of the academy he looked at piece of paper giving him instructions. “Eclipse class, eh? Hopefully my records won’t affect me here.” He sighed and went through the entrance. Following the instructions on the paper. Once he got there, he took a deep breath. “I’m going to do my best to reinvent myself. They’re my new classmates. So they don’t know about me and my record.” He noticed a girl standing in the doorway of the Eclipse Class building. He walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. “Um, is this the Eclipse class?”

 

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Atlas

Atlas's hulking form seemed to grow more uncomfortable by the moment, talking for extended periods of time without threatening someone wasn't one of his strong suits. However with the European guy seemingly remembering his place and the overall cheeriness of the ditzy Dominican girl, it was hard to stay particularly angry, "Name's Atlas like the uh greek titan or whatever" he had read a Percy Jackson book a few years back...he kind of liked it and remembered that tidbit, he also reminded asking his mom about it when he got home from school. He was broken out of the sweet memory as a blue-haired girl barged into the room boldly, nearly breaking the damn door.


He already liked them, Atlas regarded anyone who damaged school property as pretty damn cool. Then came in another one, some guy who looked pretty uninteresting. "Yea this is the eclipse class, whatever the hell that means" he said with a scoff. The big bruiser began looking around the classroom, "What exactly are we gonna learn here anyway?"​

 

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// Yves //
Yves brightened at Nina's suggestion, eager to see their new team start to take form....however particularly that may have been done. "Whoa! From all over, huh? I went to Italy once, but not long enough to try any dishes....so, I guess I didn't really go at all!" they laughed sheepishly. "Still, it's nice to meet you all. Your names both fit you." they offered to the two that had presented.

As two others entered, the small, empty room had suddenly begun to bustle with activity. Yves brightened with curiosity. What would all of these people mean to them?

// Bri //
About fifteen yards away, past a small door reading "STAFF QUARTERS", the lively dialogue of young students stirred a woman from her incredibly restful slumber. She had only arrived a day before from Europe, and the jet lag was proving to be more than a hassle. She had barely enough time to set up her sheets before collapsing on the bed. Luckily, she had set her alarm for...

For....

A small alarm clocked weakly bleated, as it had been for around an hour. Oh, shit.

With the speed of an olympic contortionist, Bri Morely whipped herself through her morning routine, fluffing her hair as she brushed her teeth, shirt half on, half dangling from her shoulders. Mumbling epithets the entire way, she hopped through the mesh tennis sneakers she located before any other shoe, and stared at herself in the mirror, giving one final check-over. She looked exhausted, sure...but at least exhasuted in a stern way. The clothes she had managed to throw on were uninteresting, an athletic top and some trackpants. It made her look like a coach in a movie she would have watched on TV as a kid, which made her grimace. Honestly, why did she even care? These were kids; she remembered being where they were. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind, took a deep breath, and threw open her door with more than a little dramatic flair.

"Well!" she bellowed, offering a tough smile. "Aren't we all punctual! Onetwothree....six, yep! This must be all of you! If you're not Eclipse, it's time for you to scram!" She moved confidently to the back of the room, near the stairs and bookshelf, before folding her arms and cocking her hips. "Now, I expect you all either have or will introduce yourselves to each other. No need to do so with me; I have your dossiers. My name is Bri Morely; I'll be your resident instructor. Don't expect a cakewalk! I graduated from here through blood, sweat, and tears, and I'll expect the same from you. Uh...." she paused, wondering what next to say. It had been so long since she spoke to new Aurals. What did they even know?

"I'm.....I'm sure you have some questions! A lot of the basic stuff about Beowulf will be addressed at orientation later today. But if you're itching for some info, I'm here!" she huffed, nodding. That sounded commanding.

 

[x_Tasia_X]

Nina Simone Rivera

Nina was glad to know Mr. Rager’s name. She might still call Atlas his designated nickname from time to time though. Nina had heard of New York before, she had never been though. The movies made it look very polished and urban, she would have to ask what it’s like living there. And shy guy was from Italy, so she should ask about that as well. Everyone came from such interesting places! She couldn’t wait to find out more.

Nina glanced at Atlas as he asked a question. One that was probably rhetorical but she answered anyway. “Probably how to be better absolute badasses with sick animal energy things.” She chirped. Nina found odd things to be very funny. It was practically drilled into her head for years the proper terminology for all things related to Aurels. Failing a single mock-test her parents gave her resulted in her being locked in a cellar with a book and forced to study until she could properly recite it. Hearing it be referred to so casually was funny to her. And repeating it was like she was breaking some kind of rule. It hadn’t truly set in that she was free from her parent’s rule yet, but she was testing the waters. Just wait until she finds out that getting a single answer wrong on a test won’t get her punished. She’s gonna be over the moon.

Two more people entered, one made a much louder entrance than the other but that was fine with her. She hopes that fixing that door won’t be too much of an inconvenience. Shortly after a much older woman entered the room. Probably their instructor. Nina looked around at the others as the woman counted. These were all her teammates? The movies had much larger classes, but this was fine too. She could get to know them all much easier if there were less people to individually focus on. When she mentioned introductions, Nina glanced at the two new arrivals. She hadn’t introduced herself to them yet, and she really wanted to, but she didn’t want to interrupt her instructor. And she couldn’t really think of any questions. Nina looked at the others, hoping they could fill the silence.

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Ezekiel stares at Yves in shock before being startled by another student slamming open and almost breaking the doors, promptly followed by the teacher slamming open her door. Is abusing doors a cultural thing? Is this how you're meant to enter rooms here? Ezekiel's face betrays no emotion, but when he places a hand over his heart it's racing. He subtly backs up towards Nina and Yves in the quieter corner of the gathered crowd.

He listens attentively to Miss Morely's speech but her energy wears on him. Ezekiel can't handle energetic people so early in the - well, a look out the window says it's not that early... he can't handle energetic people very well in general. She's dressed in athletic wear like your stereotypical gym teacher and Ezekiel prays she's not going to have them run exercises or anything. This is a magic school so what need is there to be physically active when you can summon a Gaia?
She's nice enough and seems to know what she's talking about. Though Ezekiel can't help but wonder - what kind of teacher arrives later than her students?

Ezekiel turns his unimpressed gaze away from Miss Morely and focuses on his classmates. Seeing Yves nonchalantly perched on their stool brings back Ezekiel's bewilderment at his casual statement. They went to Italy and NEVER tried the food? This is an affront to his country, no, his culture! Why on earth would you visit Italy and not eat? A thought comes to him. He can probably find some ingredients at the harbour town, though it's pretty small. Otherwise it shouldn't be too much trouble to order something in. Ezekiel flicks through a mental list of dishes. Simpler foods won't be hard to make, their ingredients are pretty common, it's just a matter of how fresh the produce is here.

"I'm Ezekiel D'Avanzo." He introduces himself, quiet voice weighted with the subdued dignity of a noble uttering their title. His eyes zero in on Yves, determined and booking no argument, as he speaks his next words. "On our free day I'm cooking for you. Italian cuisine. You'll like it, I'm sure."

 

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Atlas

Atlas was many things, direct being one of those. So upon seeing their teacher barge in and give her little speech he was the first to speak up, "When can I stomp on something? I was told we'd get to fight shit here, that true?" he asked, with an interestingly cruel smile. His muscles tensed at the mere thought of combat, that was where he would shine not in some stuffy classroom. While looking at Bri, he was reminded of the type of ladies mom would go up against in those underground fighting rings back home. Lithe but strong with muscle coiled for bursts of explosive movement..almost like a big cat, internally Atlas did a double-take...how did he do that? He had always been good at studying fighters sure but to make that connection so fast, huh weird.
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[alleycat]

Bri smirked at the comment, remembering her eagerness to train when she was this boy's age. He looked strong, no doubt. But this one - Atlas, if she recalled correctly - was a newcomer. He had a lot to learn, and toughness would only get you so far. "To a degree, yeah." she replied. "You're being trained to combat threats to humanity, among other things. Part of that is learning how to fight. But nothing is going to happen today aside from you all moving yourselves in. And it will be a long time before you're all ready to work in the field."

Yves brightened at this promise. She may be right, it would be some time, but the very idea that they would be out there as a unit fighting was something that seemed to electrify the room. Turning back to Ezekiel, Yves nodded excitedly. "Deal! Man, what to start with.....Aglio e olio...no, foccacia.....no, maybe...Italian-style pizza?? I'm sure the New Yorker would have something to say about that." they snickered, looking to Atlas and raising their eyebrows.

Bri smiled lazily, leaning against the wall. This one had a bit too much energy for her. "You're all welcome to cook. We allow each class to requisition food for delivery to their common kitchens every other week. Classes that perform well get extra opportunities, so it's another motivation to succeed here. I can't stand cooking anything that isn't in a can, personally, but go buck-wild."

 

[Sam136]

The world quakes with each of their footsteps. The smallest movement a devastating strike that would shatter armies. Supratika roars into the air and Walter rides atop. Yes this was his place, in the heavens above all the fools who doubted him. They watch in wonder and awe, whispering his name with awe and revery. Meaningless praise, yet he deigns to listen and acknowledge it. He was a magnanimous one after all. The stride into school to receive their accolades, their position as the greatest aura users had been cemented. Walter smirks and opens his mouth to-


He gasps and looks around. He wasn't up in the skys on a giant elephant, no he was in a comfortable car. They'd ended up falling asleep while waiting in the vehicle, in their defense it was quite a comfortable ride. The gentle revving of the engine and the smooth movement had lulled him into slumber.

A pressure on their wrist and a noise that he'd like to call a rumbling but was far too cute for that. Walter glances to his side and sees them. The creature was obviously not normal quite obvious considering the glowing white aura but even their size raised eyebrows. For this elephant was quite small, smaller even than a complete newborn. Small enough that Walter could pick them up with both hands and place them in their lap, which they did.

Supratika makes a happy trumpeting sound as Walter scratches their head. Their trunk moves and tries to catch his fingers but are always a step too slow, it's an old game between the two.

Walter smiles. Supratika, tika, wasn't a gigantic elephant not by a long shot, but being small had its advantages. He was patient, him and tika they weren't strong not by a long shot but that would change with time. After all, they'd managed to get into the academy didn't they? No one had really believed they could do it. After all with less than a year of training how could he pass any of the tests? Well he had proven them wrong. It had been close, very much so in fact, but they had managed. True, he would likely have been rejected if not for his exemplary academic showing but that too was a result of his hard work so he would not worry too much about it.

Walter grabs the elephant and touches their forehead to theirs. The two had just taken the first of many steps on a long journey and one day they would be acknowledged. They would prove to the world that were capable. That they didn't need protection. In the distant but not too distant future Supratike would be a colossal behemoth and he would be a fighter without peer. They would-

Their thoughts are once again interrupted, this is starting to become a trend, as the car comes to a stop. As he looks through the window at the large beautiful architecture he realises, he's finally here.

They grab Tika in one hand and their luggage in the other. Without waiting a moment longer they quickly get out of the car and say their goodbyes to the driver. Not bothering to see their response they head on over to their dorms.

A small smile can be seen on Walter's face but they quickly shift to a more neutral expression. They were a son of the Loch family, it did no good to walk around like some dazed hillbilly, even if his family had made it quite clear they did not want him to do so he was still a Loch and he would not bring any shame to that name.

They're an interesting sight to anyone who would care enough to pay attention. A rather short young man carrying a cute little elephant. The boy in question walks while showing little to no emotion other than perhaps giving people the sense of mild disdain while the elephant in their hands is the complete opposite, waving at anyone that comes close and just wanting to play. Though even if anyone did consider the gaias offer Walter themselves paid little mind to all the other students choosing to head straight to their dorm and then to the classroom.

Soon enough they find it, placing Tika down they open the door with their new key and walk on in. Looking at the completely barren place it seems that their roommate had yet to arrive. Good, Walter had no interest in fraternizing with anyone at the moment. Quickly but carefully they place away their luggage and take out what they will be needing for the day.

One of the items Walter takes out seems to be a bag but one that's built quite awkwardly, almost as if it's not meant for human use. That made sense since it wasn't. Walter takes the tiny little bag and straps it on to Tika. They then fill it up with stationery, pens, pencils, stuff like that. Tika liked helping him out and it was convenient to have them give him what he needed.

With his preparations made Walter heads on out, as he walks though his eyes land on a public Clock and widen. His eyes snap to his watch as Tika watches curiously and they gasp in absolute horror. Their watch was three minutes behind! He was running late!

Wasting not a second longer Walter grabs Tika and power walks all the way to class. He'd have run but arriving in class all sweaty would most likely be inappropriate.

Finally they arrive. Taking a moment to catch their breath Walter examines the class and to his growing sense of doom his worst fears had been realised. He had arrived after the teacher, oh the horror, how could he ever prove himself to be a competent and hardworking student ever again?

No. He was going overboard. He was late once as long as this never ever happens again hopefully his shame will one day be bothered forgotten and forgiven. That was enough introspection for now, he should speak.

"Walter Loch, I am a new student here. I believe I shall be a part of your class ma'am. I apologise for the tardiness, it is a disgrace that I shall never again be guilty of I assure you"

With their piece said they head on over to an empty seat. Their eyes glance at their classmates but they don't pay attention. After all their existence was entirely meaningless to him. He had come here to become stronger, not waste time making friends.

So spending not a moment longer on the other human beings in the class Walter sits down at his desk and gets everything set up. Tika climbs on up and hands him a pencil. They smile as they take it from them and neatly write down the date on their notepad. They then sit down and pay attention to the teachers words completely and utterly silent. They definitely didn't give off the impression of a social individual.

 

[ZackStop]

The metallic rhythm of Matt's motorcycle sounded out down the street as he made his way to his new destination, the engine's roar approaching gradually as he passed on though. Wrapped in a jacket and wearing a black helmet that matched the sleek and well polished Indian Scout, the 16 year old boy Matt Zhong, approached the Academy's gate. He came to a slow as he turned his head and looked to find a place to park his bike. It rumbled as he maneuvered it to an appropriate spot, before turning the keys and putting up the kickstand.

Matt took a quick look at his surroundings before removing his helmet and stood up. His face was stern as the light winds blew through his dark hair. He shoved his helmet into it's leather bag and slung the single strap over the shoulder, followed by his much larger bag containing his other belongings. Lastly, he brought his toolbox with him, essential for his downtime. He didn't pay much mind to the large entrance that he came upon. He saw it when he first drove up, so he didn't give it much through as he walked through it. He simply walked on through the desolate grounds of the school, but noted that he could hear the slightest remnant of people's voices. As quiet as it was, this detail was enough to reassure that he wasn't actually as alone as it looked, but it was fairly empty for a school this size. "The school body isn't nearly big enough for a place so big, They must have overestimated the admission." His voice echoed in the halls. He wasn't worried anyone would hear him, in fact, he was hoping someone would have a rebuttal, maybe a staff member. That way he could at least be sure he was going the right way. But as he walked, there was not a soul, not yet.

With only a glance or two, Matt gave his crude map a fold with a swift crease across it to stick it in his coat pocket. He was confident he could find the Eclipse Dormitory, finding it to be a linear path. Before crossing though the primordial courtyard, Matt keenly noted the well placed signs near the ceiling of every other corner. This gave him a scope of how big this campus must really be to have such a detail to prevent students getting hopelessly lost. He continued to walk, and after about five minutes of walking, found himself in the open area the map described. He took a left as the map had instructed and walked across the stone pathway to the opposite end.

With his right hand occupied by his toolbox, and his left hand releasing hold of the straps of his bags, Matt used the now free hand to block out the sun that beamed in his eyes. A few more steps and he was in the shade, where he studied the plaques on each door he came across. He noticed each one had a symbol that represented each class. '...Fissure, Aurora, Comet, Thunder...' Finally, reaching the final door titled 'Eclipse', Matt knew this was the right place. Not only was this the name he was told to look for, but there were voices that were coming from it. Not to mention that the door was closed, but not all the way. The latch had not fully cleared the lip of the door, as though someone pushed the door enough to only make contact.

Their teacher, Bri, had just finished speaking, explaining to the six students in the room how things work. It was a few moments later that Matt pushed the door open to see the unique young characters facing the young bronze woman on the opposite side of the room from them. He caught the handle as it swung open while he walked through, and turned to make sure the door closed shut as he intended it to do. He turned his head to the right to get a look at them all. Some being a easier read than others, but he tried not to judge. His eyes gravitated to the striking blue hair of the girl closest to him before veering off to the far right where a boy giving a piercing glare wherever he looked. That in mind, Matt realized at this point they were going to start looking at him, staring even. He turned his body the way his head was facing and took a few slow steps to really feel this place out, while the motions simultaneously gave him presence, as he continued to shift his attention to a kid with bandages on his face. He then scans over from right to left, seeing the rather large guy, followed by the darker girl, then lastly, the runt.

Matt was giving off something of a commanding presence like some drill sergeant, but that came with years of working in a shop with some slackers. Keeping everything running on all cylinders was his job as lead mechanic, so it only came with the territory. As he walked he began to turn away from the others to face the nearest couch, where he set down his tool box and other bags to take off his jacket. He then set it down on the armrest before turning back to the group with his stern expression and focusing on their instructor.

 

[VolcanicAccelerator]

Atlas

The mammoth of muscle and malice would have little time to come to terms with their teacher's response, as shortly after two more student's would also come into the room. The first was the sophisticated teacher's pet type using fancy words and harsh stares to declare his position. Atlas already despised this one and was already thinking of ways to crush him once they were allowed to get physical, for a brief moment if anyone was paying attention they would see a faint crimson visage of a massive horn just next to Atlas but then it was gone. Then the second one came in, this one was interesting not bombastic or anything just stern and calculated...he didn't make Atlas as angry so for the most part he was dismissed.

"So were moving in? Ok do we get to pick who we bunk with?" asked Atlas, casually picked up his bag which by the sound of the clattering was filled with gym equipment or cinderblocks, was hard to tell. He was kinda hoping he'd get the italian one after all he was owed an ass kicking from that earlier comment. Though he supposed Yves wouldn't be to bad, they'd stay out of his way he imagined. Teachers pet would be unsufferable and Atlas didn't know if he had the self restraint to not deck the bastard, then there was the dark haired one..he had an aura about him that made Atlas want to test his mettle. He looked decently strong, maybe they could spar some time? That wouldn't be so bad.​

 

[alleycat]

Yves turned back to the instructor, nodding along to the astute points being made. More students, all of different creeds and mannerisms, filtered in. "Oh, yeah, you mentioned something about orientation? Are other classes new to the school as well?" they asked, looking around once more at the room. Though they were aware of their heritage their whole life, it was clear that wasn't the case across the board.

Bri nodded her head. "Well, some of them, yes. Latent Aural abilities are rare; our international systems of detection tend to locate nearly all Aural children who will manifest their powers beyond simple stirrings before they enter their development phase - which, for you, is right now. There is another class of students in the first year that will be present, and the orientation is mostly for us. The other classes will attend, but mostly for ceremonial purposes and to show you the ropes."

Yves furrowed their brow. Another freshman class? "I see..." they murmured.

She turned her attention back to Atlas. "Your roomates have been assigned. There should be a notice for them by the staircase." she jutted a thumb towards a small white sign, freshly mounted behind a plastic board. On it, a plain directory for each student and their room was posted. Yves scrambled over, looking up and down the list to find their name. "Room 201....with....EMMETT! Which of you is Emmett?"

 

[SoftSmile]

Hex walked to the back of the classroom, quietly looking through everything. They were all caught up in meeting each other, meaning that it was the perfect opportunity to cause chaos or find something shiny she liked. She honestly didn't pay attention to anything the teacher was saying, she'd probably be kicked out within the next few weeks anyway.

She only tuned in for a moment to hear the teacher say they were going to have...Roomates? "Roomies?" Her head popped up in interest, her hands sloppily putting the things she was rummaging through back into their place, or a place she could fit them. She skipped over to the directory, looking to find her name, or at least her deadname. She'd really accept either with how excited she was! She hadn't shared a room with anyone since she was little, this was going to be so much fun!

"Now, who is going to be the lucky duckling to be my roomie?" She said while she eyed the names that she was going to be getting familiar with soon.