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[idalie]

MR. MASON STEELE
He kept up pace easily. Barely breaking sweat or seeming to even pant. Keeping rhythmic breath, as muscles bunched and released with every movement. Appearing not to register the cold, but retaining a grim, flat line of his lips. Ignoring most of the boy's bitter comments and harsh hisses, as Steele continued to run alongside him and every so often offer a word of support.

It was dull, repetitive, but Mason was hard to bore. The wolf, who rattled his chest in desperation to be let out was only satisfied by the physical exertion. An anger and bloodthirst that was beyond anything humans could even begin to comprehend. Something kept locked away for the reasons of organised anarchy on his own part.

He witnessed Lucifer beginning to slow, the whimpering as a stench of coppery crimson reached his nose. A few more minutes and the younger demon had collapsed after what Steele saw as a measly amount of time. "Get up." The werewolf demanded, unsympathetic in the way he grabbed the boy by the scruff and pulled him up. Glancing down at his bleeding soles, and the pieces of rock embedded into the weeping flesh. "Hmph. You haven't learnt your lesson, have you now? So keep running. The moments you stop running will be counted and deducted from your sleeping time. Are we clear? You respect me, and I'll respect you Lucifer. It's really quite simple."

Setting him roughly upon his feet again, Mason gave a small shove forwards to continue. "You know I do this for all of you. Because once the horrors and pain are witnessed, they are old. Nothing new. You have potential, Lucifer." Steele, dragged the demon behind him quite literally as they proceeded on. "My grandfather was a Jew in the second world war, they marched him back and forth, back and forth. He once stood in the cold of minus twenty at the Sachsenhausen concentration camp for fourteen hours because someone escaped. They worked all day and after staying awake all night on those cobbles, they had to go back to work again. No one dared escape after that. For the sin of one, was endured by all."

Alas, like any teacher who taught classes at the school, he was full of his own secrets. Many of which lay beneath the surface. The reasons why Mason never rolled his sleeves up or had a shirt that hung at his collarbone. His was a family of bad luck, in most cases - or what he would say about it anyhow.

"He was a man. You're a demon. As much as you hate this, and myself, Lucifer - well, I need you to harness that. I need you to learn respect. For respect is returned and I'd like to see you as my student. Not as my task. A pupil who could become a master if only he understood that to learn one needs to know how to kneel."
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madame moiselle

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

Satan

 

[Satan]

[COLOR= #A01414]Rachel[/color]Outside at campus, after classes... it was the one time the female was able to enjoy herself. School was stressful as it was, but something she had luckily started to learn was meditation. It helped a lot, especially with all of the worries in her life... more of the worries in her nature to be quite frank. Rachel was sitting in the grass, back flat to the earth as she faced the sky-- her eyes closed. Just because she was learning to meditate, didn't mean she could actually do it. Sure she knew how to relax! People were simply annoying sometimes, and small noises made her lose her focus.

The brunette plugged her headphones in her ears and turned on some of her favorite tunes, soft rock was more of what she had listened to. If Rachel were honest with herself, She would say her life was rather boring when school was over. She wasn't necessarily one to get along with people-- She wasn't very well with first impressions. She was told she flirted too much... which was one of the things that pissed Rachel off because: That was in her nature! She was a Succubus for Christ's sake.

Spring's breeze brushed against her ivory skin, her lungs taking in a big whiff of the world's fresh air. Days like these were the only times where she would enjoy herself. Weather too cold made her horns cold and wings stiff, and being too hot made her feel simply gross... and her tail went limp. She was in her human form right now although, despite the permanent elf ears that sat on either side of her head. Hats were the trick when she went into the human world... which was about never. She remembered going in maybe once or twice, but humans didn't interest her... unless she was 'feeding'. It all depended on what she was in the mood for really.

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

Fisher sat in his chair, looking at the mess that Lucifer and Chen had made. The charred floor beneath him was only visible if he removed the ash from the burnt wood. Max needed to calm down and think straight. The students were fine and would only need rest, even though in his eyes he saw them as goners. Actually, this had happened to Fisher before. He's taught multiple classes before and have failed to be killed by them, but a lot would still pass by killing another teacher that taught them. When he first started teaching, he had a class that was brutal to say the least, especially since they almost killed him. It still haunts him to this day that he had obliterated the entire class for his last resort. Max's fire wasn't supposed to kill any of the students, just injure them enough to get away and heal. But he was scared for his own death and took lives to survive. An entire class of lives at that.

Max shook away the thoughts of the haunting memory and stood up to walk out into the hallway. "I need some fresh air." He'd mutter to himself and open the nearest outside doors he could find. The breeze hit his shirt and made him shiver a little as he took his first steps outside. Max squinted his eyes as he saw someone in the distance and felt he should approach, even though he didn't know who they were or what they were doing. So he did.

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[madame moiselle]

Lucifer

Lucifer was roughly seized by the scruff once more, and shoved again, obviously not done. He growled and forced himself to go on. He was a demon. He was made to endure torture, and that was what he was going to do, no matter how painful it was going to get.

Steele practically dragged him along, blabbering on about respect and the Second World War. Lucifer knew Steele was trying to make a point. Lucifer knew about the horrors of the concentration camps, but he wouldn't exactly call them horrors. In fact, he delighted in the suffering of others, especially those Jews. When the suffering is inflicted on him, well then not so much. But humbling down and learning how to respect was one thing Lucifer was not intending or expecting to learn at this Academy. Pride was the nature of a demon---humbling down was practically impossible. Did Steele really think he could make Lucifer humble down? Lucifer forced his tired legs to move, his mind on the way Steele had said he had potential.

Just this once, thought Lucifer, resisting the urge to retort something back, to refuse Steele. Just this once, I'll listen to him.
And for once, Lucifer kept his mouth shut and listened, keeping up his painful pace. He wasn't sure if he was going to make it till dawn, but he was sure as hell gonna try.

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[idalie]

MR. MASON STEELE
"Come on, son." He nodded, moving them both around another lap. And then another. Tugging the weight of the demon behind him. Appearing to hum some sort of rhythm under his breath, as they continued to match pace. Steele even slowed down marginally to accommodate the fact that the demon's feet were torn to shreds. "Most students don't even get this far you know, Lucifer." He remarked, showing the first signs of breathlessness at last. "You've got fire in your blood. Might not be as strong as a legion of the underworld, lad, but you've got a personality. A spitfire characteristic. Reminds me of myself when I was younger." He gave a light chuckle, exhaling and inhaling.

"Between you and me, I think you might be the one who'll manage to end it for myself. So don't disappoint me. I'll be looking back to this as a fond memory." Steele gave a half-smirk, as they continued. Eventually falling silent for the rest of their sprint. It was clear he wouldn't stop, till the boy was on his knees, and in agony.

Pain was a way to make men. They'd learned that in the pack. The more pain there was, the more resilience to it. A knowledge of how to ignore it. A knowledge of how to be empty enough, the hits would merely echo.
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madame moiselle

 

[Davod]

Apollo didn't really care that Reuben broke off the hug. He probably just didn't like them very much; but when he noticed the tears streaming from Reuben's face, he was immediately concerned. He took his face between his hands and wiped the tears with his thumbs. "No." He said bluntly, "No you're not fine. You wouldn't be crying if you were just fine. No one is ever just fine. It's either fine fine or I'm secretly repressing my emotions fine and I can always point out which one is which. You're not fine. I'm not fine. So here's what we're gonna do," he reached into his drawer where be placed his box of tissues and put them to his side. He then grabbed his laptop and placed it in between them. "You are going to sit next to me and we are going to watch funny videos until we are at least 50 percent fine fine. Deal?"

Apollo was spot on. Reuben was absolutely repressing your emotions fine. He was grateful that Apollo had noticed even cared that he was struggling. No one had done that except for his mother and Dragon, but he cared in a different way. It meant that Reuben was vulnerable and Dragon could take over. He liked the idea of watching funny videos but more importantly it seemed that Reuben getting sad had helped Apollo get a grip. He seemed more in control now which was a good thing. He gave a weak smile. "Yeah okay. Can we start with fail videos? It sounds sadistic but people getting hurt in stupid ways is always funny."

MoxxyMoxx

 

[Mot]

Standing within his classroom William took off his coat. He couldn't be bothered to leave so he rested within a small storage closet within his classroom. Surrounded by cooking supplies he'd sigh taking a big breath of dusted air after. The back of his black long sleeve shirt was pulled by a shelf or two as he sat,his back against the bottom shelves. It was then he'd close his eyes for a moment imagining the outside and then to reopen them to find a dark and dusty closet with light coming through the small cracked open door. He closed his eyes once again but this time he didn't reopen them. He leaned his head back with the intentions of sleeping till his time had came to teach.'I have already prepared himself for the worst, Why not rest with all this spare time?' William thought to himself.

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[MoxxyMoxx]

Apollo was spot on. Reuben was absolutely repressing your emotions fine. He was grateful that Apollo had noticed even cared that he was struggling. No one had done that except for his mother and Dragon, but he cared in a different way. It meant that Reuben was vulnerable and Dragon could take over. He liked the idea of watching funny videos but more importantly it seemed that Reuben getting sad had helped Apollo get a grip. He seemed more in control now which was a good thing. He gave a weak smile. "Yeah okay. Can we start with fail videos? It sounds sadistic but people getting hurt in stupid ways is always funny."

MoxxyMoxx

Apollo smiled. He was happy that he could make someone else happy. It made him feel more disconnected from Void which was a good thing. Void was, as the name implied, void. He was void of most of the good emotions and only had the dark. He could crawl and manipulate his way under people's skin and make them do bad things. He could do ridiculously bad things so any chance to not think about, be or act like him would be best. "Of course," He said and opened up some fail videos, "Anything to make a sad person happy."

 

[WilliamDeen]

Chen was almost to her dorm when she noticed something strange. Her door was open and she could see someone moving inside. She crept up quietly and looked inside. It was a boy, and he was playing around with...her Grandmother's Bo staff. Her eyes widened in rage and she slammed the door open, furious. "PUT THAT THE FUCK DOWN!" She yelled at the boy, pointing the package at him like a spear. He turned around and flourished the staff like a baton, touching its end to the floor. "My,my, aren't we touchy today, chica?" The boy said with a smirk. Chen couldn't believe her eyes. She put the package on her bed. "Carlos! What are you doing here? And put down the staff! It was my grandmothers...." She said the last part trailing off. Carlos looked surprised, then respectful. "Sorry Chen, I just thought it looked cool. And I'll tell you all about how I got here." He put the staff back on its stand and flopped down on his bed with a dramatic sigh. "So....you might wanna sit down cause this might take a while honey." Chen put her hand on her head, because when Carlos said something was going to take awhile, he'd talk her ear off. She sat on her bed and looked over at him. "Carlos, what are you doing here, instead of San Fran? This place is for Assassins, not petty thieves or drama queens." Carlos put his hand over his head dramatically. "Oh you've got me so wrong! Ah! I could go on and on about what you said, but that's not the point. Here's the story: After you and your mama had that falling out, we kinda stopped hanging out, you doing your own thing and me doing mine. WELL, i started getting a few jobs from the Diablos, ya know? Steal a few things here or there, no problem. Well, they heard about how you started getting freaky powers from that acid stuff that burned you, so they wanted me to do what you did, steal something without fucking it up. No offense by the way honey." He said sweetly, taking a break from his explanation. Chen looked confused. "Wait. Why the hell did you accept anything from the Diablos?! They're scum! They push drugs and steal anything from anyone! Why would you get mixed up with them? And I did not FUCK UP anything! I fucking fell off the roof and the vial smashed against my godamn forehead! Whatever. Go on." Chen calmed down and pressed for more info. Carlos sighed. "BECAUSE chica, I needed the money for my family! Mama can't support my brothers all by herself. Plus it didn't hurt I told her I took a job at a grocery store. One of the Diablos set it up that I was a worker, so I could have a legit income and alibi. But back to the story of why I'm here. I stole a thing, some red stuff from that place, and took it to the Diablos. Bad news: There was a bust before I could deliver the stuff, and I had to swallow it. Maldito Calor! That stuff wasn't acid, but dang was it spicy on the way down! Felt like someone lit me on fire! Next thing I knew, I was being questioned by police. I got out, and the Diablos dropped me like a bad habit. They thought I was bad luck or something. I ran around on my own for awhile, using my special little "talent" to make a little profit for myself until I got noticed by the same people that snatched you up, girl. They pretty much said if I didn't come here, I'd be locked up so long, I'd forget what the sky looked like. So, here I am!" He said with a sad look. Chen took all of the information in, but not a lot was explained. "What happened? What talent did you get?" She asked, curious. Carlos smiled, a sly look in his eyes. "Just watch and be impressed." He took out a small toy apple from his pocket, putting it in the palm of his hand. He smiled at Chen then focused on the apple. Suddenly, it started growing, from the size of a BB to past the size of a normal apple. He picked it up with his other hand and spun it around, with a grin. "Pretty nifty huh? Real easy to just put Tvs and electronics in my pocket and walk off with em. Which I guess is why those government spooks were so riled by me. Hehe." Carlos tossed the apple back and forth, a nervous habit of his. "Well, this is interesting and all Chen, but I think it's getting late. And I need my beauty sleep." Chen was amazed by his power, and agreed it was late. Seems it was time for bed.

 

[ZappiestAbyss]

Elch wandered the campus grounds admiring the stars. Just like home...so beautiful. Unlike his home however this place wasn't beautiful, no this place was animalistic, and savage. People killing one another, their teachers, their mentors....without respect. Like mutts.

Elch shook his head. "What am I doing here?! I'm no killer...I'm no demon. I just want to protect my village..." Elch muttered to himself sitting down. He detached his katana from his waist and laid it across his lap gently. He was wrong. He will soon become an angent of chaos, the blood on his blade enough to fill an ocean. Enough corpses to build another Great Wall.

 

[q r o w]

Wynter glanced over when Ezra sat down, and wondered if the boy was bored. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to." He said before Crystal walked over with a water -like liquid. He was a little less willing when he was told it that would sting, and held the sheets of the bed tightly as he tried to prepared himself for it. He nodded his head when he was told that it would sting, but it should numb the pain, and it was definitely something that he would be grateful for later. He bit his lip when the gel was being applied. It stinging was definitely the underestimation of the century, "m-maybe this w-wasn't such a good idea." He said quietly, mostly to himself. He knew that it would be worth it later on, but he wasn't thinking that far ahead. It felt like his wing was being burnt all over again, and made him shift uncomfortably in the bed. He looked up and tried to take his mind off the pain, and attempted to focus on Crystal's hair, and how it was multicolored.
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Wynter watched as Mr. Fisher left the room to go somewhere else. His stomach then quietly growled, and he remembered that he never got good, which was the while purpose of their little "expedition". He kept thinking of something to get his mind of the pain, which was causing him to no longer think straight anymore. He glanced up when he heard someone say that they had hurt their knee. He saw someone with white hair, who appeared to be only a bit taller than himself. He didn't say anything in particular, as it would be quite weird to introduce himself out of the blue, even if he did it quite a lot. "After this can we go get some food for real this time?" He said a smile on his face as he spoke. "As long as I'm not leading the way we should be fine." He said, laughing a bit this time.
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Ezra shook his head at Wynter. He did not want to leave until he saw that both Wynter and Gene were alright. Ezra sat in his chair looking at his doll that was on his lap, playing with its arms. Upon hearing the door open, he turned to the face to see a white haired male peeping from the door. He stared at him, observing his behavior. He then turned back to he lap but then when Wynter spoke he turned to him. "That will fine," he replied to Wynter's first comment. He turn started to look around the entire room, looking at even the minor details of the different aspects and objects in the room. Ezra started to get bored. In order to stimulate himself. He took a pencil from his pocket and started to carve lines into his skin, causing some of the blood to run a bit from the wounds.

u k i y o SilverSkyWolf

By the time he complained at the pain of the gel, Crystal was already done. The soothing numbness kicked it and she turned to the student who came in claiming he skinned his knee. She grabbed bandages and told him to show her. ( SilverSkyWolf ) She now picked up a metallic scent. She turned to Erza and sighed. "Can we not hurt ourselves and give poor teacher lady a break?" She mutter jokingly, grabbing the banadages and gently grabbing the boys arm, giving him a death glare so he wouldn't try defying or arguing. "Don't remove them either. " her voice was in a scary low tone. She wrapped his arm tightly. When Wynter spoke she nodded. "Cafeteria down the hall take you first left, big room on the right I believe." She said, turning her attention to the kid who skinned his knee.

Gene nodded. "I'm hungry too, it's already late." He said, motioning to the window with the setting sun. He nodded at the teachers words. "I'm sure we can find it."

 

[madame moiselle]

Lucifer

This supposed to motivate me or somethin'? Lucifer clenched his jaw as he listened to Steele, internally scoffing at the thought of being anything like Steele. In fact, he thought it would be a nightmare. Lucifer made no sign that he was listening, or even paying attention. Mason may be softening his blow a bit, but that didn't help the fact that Lucifer still detested the werewolf. Hatred still burned in his blood. Demons were able to hold grudges for an astronomical amount of time; Lucifer wasn't going to forget this. He was surprised he was even cooperating; demons were supposed to be unruly, reckless and chaotic, not cooperative, silent and submissive. He had been on Earth for too long, dwelled among humans for too long. The surface had softened him, and he hated it.
But at the same time, he didn't want to go back. Lucifer's deepest, darkest fear was his fiery home, even though he would never admit it. He had barely escaped that place, and he was making sure he would never go back.

Even though Lucifer despised the idea, he listened to Steele, only because it got his mind away from the unbearable pain. He kept a surprisingly good pace, though it was nothing compared to how he started. Lucifer's face contorted into confusion as Steele kept talking, talking as if he expected Lucifer to cooperate and respect him, listen and please him. But why? Steele knew of Lucifer's 'spitfire' personality and demon nature; why was he talkin' like Lucifer had an actual chance of changing? Why was he even trying to make Lucifer humble down? Lucifer recalled the way Steele had said he had potential, the way he said Lucifer could harness his inner demon and be someone he thought he'd never be. But the question 'why' just kept spinning around his head in an endless motion, till he just spit it out.

"You really think I'm gonna follow you that easy? You really think I'm gonna just humble down like that?" growled Lucifer, anger starting to boil, ember eyes flashing in resentment. "You're dead wrong if you think this is all it's gonna take to make a demon kneel. I ain't changing, and I ain't your pupil. And if you can't handle that, then f*ck off." Lucifer shut his trap, the fury still building up. He was angry about the fact that he was going soft, about the agonizing pain, about Steele the asshole, about how he wasn't strong enough to give this bastard a good beating, or a trip to the grave. Nevertheless, he kept running, the rage somehow making his pace pick it's speed.

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[u k i y o]

Wynter breathed a sigh of relief when his wing no longer hurt, and turned over towards Ezra, who was carving on himself with a pencil. He was glad to see that Mrs. Crystsl had wrapped bandages around his arm before he could do himself anymore damage. Crystal's words then processed in his mind, "Wait... You're a teacher and not a nurse?!" He asked quite shocked since she had been tending to just about everyone's injuries since he got there, which was quite sometime ago. He then laughed a bit for no reason when Crystal told them the directions to the cafeteria, before directing her attenfion to the guy who had skinned his knee. "Well, time to go get some food. Would either of you like to lead the way?" He asked, looking between Ezra and Gene. "Unless you want to come with us? Then we'll be waiting a little while longer while you get patched up to." He said looking towards the white haired male, his kindness getting the best of him. As a matter of fact, he'd ask anyone and everyone if they wanted to come do something with him. It was just the type of person he was, and no, it was not because he was an angel.
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[idalie]

MR. MASON STEELE
"Son, I don't expect you to do anything of the sort. I expect you to use that head of yours, not your fists. Which is a little hypocritical of me, I know." As Lucifer fastened his pace, so did Steele. Staring down at the rageful boy with a roll of his eyes. "You'd disappoint me if you were my pupil. You'd disappoint me to change so easily. You are practically a disappointment to your kind if I'm honest. I thought demons were cunning, but you can't even respect an elder to gift knowledge to his students." Masons gaze returned to the horizon. "You are going to fail. You are going to crash and burn harder than any fallen angel, Lucifer. Because you're worthless. No one gives a shit about your prepubescent ass who can barely make it 5 hours doing laps. No one gives a shit about how special you are because in here, we're all fuckin' special snowflakes. Reality check, kid. Pull your head out your ass, and start looking at the bigger picture. You don't need to submit yourself, you need to open your goddamn ears and start understanding that every action has an equal and opposing reaction. Consequence. The law of the universe. You're over a century old, and it's time to grow up. Otherwise, you're going to remain that worthless piece of shit I see right now. Unlike you, I submitted. And if there is ever a thing to avoid, it's to avoid complete slavery to an ideal or education. Keep your own opinion. Keep yourself. If you have to kneel, then kneel and listen to what they have to say."

Steele paused, momentarily to glance upward. Breath catching in his throat as he hesitated. Skidding to a halt. His head tilted upwards as if hypnotised by the light of the moon. Filtering down through the cloud cover. Steel raised his hand - irises bright yellow as he felt the telltale beginnings of change. "LUCIFER, you're dismissed to the nurses' office. We carry on tomorrow." He declared, slamming a fist into his chest, before doubling over somewhat. Teeth lengthening, whilst his figure tensed and quivered in the exhaustion of holding back the inevitable. "FUCK OFF, YOU HEARD ME, KID."
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madame moiselle

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

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He wore what others would think as weird, dressing in black and red which contrasted with the snow white hair dangling freely behind him. His sky blue eyes stood out from the dark cloaks and shined through his own dark aura that surrounded him with each step he took down the abandoned hallway. The sun was setting outside and a scheduled full moon would be in full effect soon enough. Bones was a lot worse than the other teachers, even principle Yamamoto told him that he wouldn't be allowed to teach students because of the fearsome amount of power he held within him. Dexter sighed out, his six foot figure bending forward a little the longer the sigh was. Every so often a student would walk by and nod in his direction, but Dexter ended up ignoring them and carrying on with the walk. Bones looked at the intercom as it twitched with sound, hearing the principles voice. "All students, this is Principle Yamamoto speaking. Due to the full moon, we ask you all to lock your door and stay inside as there will be a dangerous being roaming the campus. If you find yourself in trouble, find a teacher as fast as you can." With that, Yamamoto turned off the mic, leaving Dexter with a blank expression until it clicked. He remembered that one of the teachers were a werewolf and that's probably what the Principle was talking about. "I'll have to postpone my walk escort any loose students to their dorms."

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[ZappiestAbyss]

Deep in meditation Elch ignored the intercom. 'Probably nothing important ...' He thought going back to his meditation. Unaware of the savage (literally and figuratively. Mr. Steele destroyed Lucifer, Jesus!) teacher loose on the campus grounds. Elch decided to do something interesting. A bit of a challenge.

Elch breathed deeply and let it out. He continued his deep breathing cycle until his mind was clear. Then, he pulled a clear as glass picture from his subconscious. The ground around him began to shift, but no noise was made, and mold itself into a beautiful golden temple. Elchs home. It wasn't real, obviously, but it was an illusion. Multiple bends in the rays of light around him and the temple was seemingly there. However the illusion was too large, required too much concentration. It quickly disappeared.
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[Mot]

William opened his eyes. Sighing from the fact the announcement woke him up,Then standing up to walk out the storage closet . "Dangerous being? Hmm, Nap time is over.." Putting on his long coat,William turned off the lights in his classroom and closed the door making sure to lock it. Yawning he'd hook the keys to his pants. Turning to the long hall he'd begin to walk, a katana by his side and a blank facial expression across his face.. #RoamingTeacherForStudentsInDanger #NotSureIfHashtagsCanBeThisLong #OhWell

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[ZappiestAbyss]

William opened his eyes. Sighing from the fact the announcement woke him up,Then standing up to walk out the storage closet . "Dangerous being? Hmm, Nap time is over.." Putting on his long coat,William turned off the lights in his classroom and closed the door making sure to lock it. Yawning he'd hook the keys to his pants. Turning to the long hall he'd begin to walk, a katana by his side and a blank facial expression across his face.. #RoamingTeacherForStudentsInDanger #NotSureIfHashtagsCanBeThisLong #OhWell

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Elch got up from his meditating position and began to walk, putting his katana back onto his waist, and enjoyed the full moon. Something was off....students were in their dorm staring at him. Wondering if that was the fearsome beast the intercom had warned them about. Elch shrugged it off and went to go find a teacher. Eventually he came across a man in a long coat.
"Excuse me. Are you a professor here?" Elch asked.

 

[Davod]

The announcement scared Reuben. What did he mean a dangerous being. Reuben knew nothing about any of the teachers or students so the strange warning was quite a surprise. The principal had said it had something to do with the full moon. A werewolf? Reuben paused the video he and Apollo were watching and checked the time. Holy crap it was already so late! He looked over at Apollo, concerned. "A dangerous being? Is the principal serious?" Reuben had begun to freak out a little bit. "Wow I-I-I've got no idea where my dorm is. Can I uh... can I stay with you?"

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[MoxxyMoxx]

The announcement scared Reuben. What did he mean a dangerous being. Reuben knew nothing about any of the teachers or students so the strange warning was quite a surprise. The principal had said it had something to do with the full moon. A werewolf? Reuben paused the video he and Apollo were watching and checked the time. Holy crap it was already so late! He looked over at Apollo, concerned. "A dangerous being? Is the principal serious?" Reuben had begun to freak out a little bit. "Wow I-I-I've got no idea where my dorm is. Can I uh... can I stay with you?"

MoxxyMoxx

Apollo looked at Reuben with concern. He was not letting anyone leave if there was a monster roaming the halls. That would be stupid. He laid a hand on his new friend's back reassuringly. "Hey. Of course you can stay. There's no way you're leaving if there's someone who can kill us here. Werewolves make Void scared as well so we don't have to worry about him. You can take my bed. I don't sleep anyway." Void made it impossible to sleep as when sleeping, his guard was down for him to fully possess Apollo.

 

[WilliamDeen]

Chen and Carlos heard the announcement. Chen widened her eyes at the thought of a "dangerous being". Carlos looked at the door, then at Chen with a smile. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, chica?" Chen looked confused. "No, what are you thinking?" Carlos got up and motioned to the door. "How about we go on a little "adventure" maybe have some fun with school equipment while everyone's locked up tight." He said dancing towards the door. Chen fluffed her pillow and covered herself with her blanket. "Hell no! I got my ass handed to me today! Neither one of us should be trying to do a monster hunt for some thing. Go the fuck to sleep Carlos." And with that, she rolled over and turned off her lamp. Carlos sighed and locked the door. "Ugh. You need some fun in your life. Maybe....I could hook you up with someone??" He heightened his voice at this last part. Chen stuck out her hand and flipped him off, giving him his answer. With another exasperated sigh, he flopped down on his bed and turned the light off. Five years like this. Just fun.

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

"Hey, it's not safe on the field. You need to get inside while we deal with this problem." Fisher would say, obviously knowing what was going on and that it would be dangerous for any wandering student. Normal werewolves were easy to deal with, but a werewolf with this much power would be hard to bring down, even for Fisher. He was about to say something else, but was cut off by another voice behind him. "Fisher, you have to deal with any wandering students. I'll make sure our 'problem' will be less problematic to them." Bones would say, not taking another moment to speak to Fisher before he walked calmly back into the building. Fisher knew what he had to do and decided to reach his hand out to the girl on the floor. "Come on, it's getting late and becoming dangerous to be here.".. Meanwhile, Bones or Dexter found himself roaming the campus, escorting others back to their form and telling them to lock their doors. The door locks prevented even nuclear blasts from destroying the room, so a werewolf wouldn't even be able to scratch the door, let alone break it down. Same with the windows and walls once locked. His glowing blue eyes pierced the darkness of the school halls as he roamed (The lights had been turned off, since everyone was ordered back to their rooms.) and the only thing that could be heard was the sounds of his footsteps. Bones worked better in the dark anyway, since that's where most of his powers grew stronger, giving him a terrifying amount.

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[Satan]

Rachel could hear muffled speaking on the outter perimeter of her headphones, and after a few 'long' moments she opened her eyes. "What?" She asked bluntly at first before realizing it was her meditation teacher: "Mr. Fisher? What're you doing out here?" She asked, her eyes glancing at his hand before looking to his face again.

"What's going on?" She asked curiously. Due to blasting her ears out with music, trying to block out all of the noise she had missed whatever comotion took place. Apparently there was violence to be aware of? A safety percaution needing to take place. Expectingly awaiting for his answer, she accepted his gesture and took his hand to stand.

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

"You've got to go back to your dorm. Someone is roaming the campus and they're dangerous." Fisher replied and helped her up. "I'll escort you back." Max let her take the lead, since she knew where her Dorm was and he could cover her back if she were to be attacked. "How was your first day anyway, Rachel?" Max asked, awaiting a response from her as they walked.

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