Fantasy Osiria Academy: Revival!

"Why would you make these students participate in an activity such as this? Don't you think it would just be easier for all of us if we let them just..do as they please?" One of the staff spoke, a portly man.

Mr. Valdez smiled, nodding. "Ah, yes..It would be easier to let them do what they want, how they want it, and whenever they feel like it. Although, please..Take another look at the official documents for the letter. It states, that we are tasked to ensure the children grow up strong, and ready to take on the world that they've been unable to see until today. Let me make it known, that no matter what I will ensure these kids grow."

Mr. Valdez stood up, adjusting his tie..And with a stern look of seriousness, he looked at his body of staff. "These kids will be together for 4 years in total, they will have to deal with people they don't like. Or people they can't stand or understand. They will have to learn and live amongst people they are afraid of or they love. But that is life. What I'm planning on teaching these students is much more difficult, the principle of camraderie. In this world we live in today we forget that people are out there that will look at us in odd ways, or hate us for something we can't specifically control. These kids will be different, they will learn to work with people they don't know, understand, or are afraid of. They will learn to love those who think themselves unloveable and they will care for one another. These kids yearn for something in this world that they think is so bleak. Let's give them something. Something they can mold in their own image in this world."

Silence, a few short nods. A few hums of interest... To take an active interest in the betterment of the lives of their students, could Osiria Academy truly become something more than just an Academy? That was the question that lingered in the Staff room that morning.​

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James Sanderson

James slowly ran a hand down the fabric of his blazer, admiring the color and feeling of the new article of clothing, untouched by the world. His very own. His eyebrows tugged together slightly. No... he was just borrowing it. Yet even so... it was already heavy with meaning.
As the boy turned and tried to figure out how he might wear such a thing, he heard a soft knock at the door, and a slightly muffled voice. James whipped around in shock so quickly the he stumbled into the bathroom door with a quiet thud and yelp.

He pushed himself out of the bathroom and started walking towards his own room—the one closest to the door—while shakily trying to undo the red tie around his neck. He felt as if he was caught wearing the school's nice clothes, he might get in trouble. No one had given him permission yet. It was wrong of him to do, and he did it anyway.
"urg-, yes... ah, sir. Of cour-, ngh... yes sir!" James grimaced as he tripped over his words, trying to calm himself down. If his heat spiked it might ruin the blazer.
In his panicked thoughts, the young man found himself standing in front of the closed door, about five feet away. It was at that point that he realized there was no way he could get changed in time if the president decided to come in—although he couldn't imagine why—and he still found himself debating whether or not to open the door. ​

Shiyam Rosa
Shiyam shrugged her shoulders, her eyes closing to half mass.
"If you continue on the path your on, you'll find nothing worth being here. Words mean only wind to you and, as such, actions speak more volume than words. See with your own eyes what others can do instead of listening to whatever advice your mother gave you. Horrible things happen to people but its up to the person to either look past the horror or take it and let it fester to hatred....You depend too much what your mother says and not your own thoughts and actions. You more likened as an extension of your mother instead of who you are. I will ask, who are you?"
She said turning her head towards the girl, her emerald green eyes glittering like a vast green forest, but the girl would only see part of her eyes, as they were still half mass.

Interaction: Bakuyoshi​

Shiyam Rosa
Shiyam only looked on with her half mass eyes as Edith walked away. It was good she had shaken the girl to begin trying to see who she is, as a person, as the girl is the only one able to find herself. After all, a journey begins with a single step. With that complete in her mind, her eyes opened to their normal way and looked around. She spotted someone with horns with alcohol and raised an eyebrow, watching the scene from where she was. She couldn't hear what was going on, too much noise going on and the music was quite terrible in her mind. She sighed, her ind made up of walking over and introducing herself. She was really getting out of her element with what she was doing doing things outside her personality. She wasn't one to walk up to someone and start conversation, she was the type to hang back and view the situation before jumping in and helping out. And she was one of few words as well, why the hell was she going off and trying to be so uncharacteristic of herself. She then winced at her thoughts. She wanted to grow and learn, much like Edith, but she knew who she was, she just had to find a place to call her own after she was done here. Her mind was made up, she was heading over to the horned person and talk with them, or just talk with whoever their talking to.
As she got closer, her ears were picking up the sounds of the music more and it was irritating to them. Too loud, noisy, and not her brand of listening. She lifted her right hand and raked it through her brown hair, she was getting irritable. She was getting massively out of her element with this, but she had to get this done. Once she was close enough, she cleared her throat a bit to get their attention.
"Sorry for interrupting and butting into your conversation. I'm Shiyam."
She said, mentally screaming at herself for being so direct.

Interaction: Ginko The Mushishi Demonhunter
Mentions: Bakuyoshi​

Chouko Qalli
Chouko walked to the school in a modified japanese kimono, built for travel and all sorts of weather, while Ryuujin walked beside her, decked out in his usual heavy garments of many layers of silk and dragon scale mesh. His hair was done in its usual ribbon bun, all hair gathered into a bun and tied off with a ribbon and magic ensures it doesn't come undone, while Chouko's hair was done in a style of ancient china, one Ryuujin felt matched her for the day. Her shoes were fancy modified ballerinas (a type of slip on shoe for women) with a small heel to them. Ryuujin....She looked at everything they passed with an almost unnerving calm eye, and tilted her head a tad to the left as they heard the announcement of volleyball.
"Chouko?"
"Yes, Ryuujin?"
"I do ask why we had to come here. I could've taught what you needed to know at home."
"While it would've been good to learn from you, it would've been damaging for me in the end."
"It wouldn't have damaged you. You would've learned from the very...."
"Ryuujin, I will not be swayed from my decision. I need to be around others around my own age and learn..."
"You still could've gone to the other school."
"The fancy shit hole for summoners? They would've damaged my mental state than try to teach me anything, and they would've tried to exhaust the funds we have."
"They wouldn't have be able to. My finances wouldn't have been dented with how much they would've charged you and they would've been scolded by the...."
"Still this place allows everyone from all walks of life. And, we'll get treated with more respect than at that summoner school, along with not having to fight for our lives as well."
"How very wise of you to think that, Chouko. I do not wish to be unsummoned until I met my death and even then, I'm hard to kill."
"That you are...Ah, here we are. Dorm and our home for the next 4 years. Shall we go in and get prepared?"
"Yes."
Chouko and Ryuujin went into the dorm and, with a snap of his fingers, Chouko's side of the dorm was redone to fit Ryuujin's style. He stood in the room with a blank stare, and Chouko knew he was going to be there for awhile trying to find which was best for him and her, before digging into her bag and pulling out her notebook. She pulled out a pencil and left the room to get someplace to draw something. Drawing was something to pass the time, and she wasn't bound to play volleyball. She sat at a table not far from the horned man and other person with a woman approaching them. Hm.....That's something to draw now. She thought before setting her notebook down and began taking notes, more for how they would be positioned in the picture than actual personality. For the woman, she had a couple notes while the other two were with more notes. The horned man was being a bit flirty and pushing a bit much with personal space (with how she was seeing it) while the other man was becoming a bit angered at the invasion of personal space. She began to draw, drifting off into her own world, Ryuujin appeared from a portal he created and sat down next to her, looking at everything blandly, but took looks at the drawing she was doing.

Interaction: Open
Mentions: Ginko The Mushishi Demonhunter​

Rowan Carter

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• Main Building > Courtyard
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After cleaning up all the blood in the hallway and nodding goodbye to her new acquaintance, Rowan has returned to the bathrooms to give herself a minute to breath and get composed. She wasn't expecting to be presented with such a challenging situation so soon after her arrival. And on a full moon, no less.
It was quite an interesting decision to hold an event on such a night...but she was sure the school had their reasons. And she knew there there was no way she was going to miss it. She believed that she handled the bloody mess rather well, and it gave her confidence that she wouldn't have a problem with all the excitement.

A few minutes, and quite the inspiring pep talk later, Rowan was strolling out of the main building and and boldly making her way towards the crowds of people. Luckily, many were taking seats upon the bleachers, or starting to slowly venture towards the courts. It took some doing, but the girl managed to get past a few bleachers and groups of people without being held up, and eventually set her eyes on a table that seemed stocked with refreshments.

With a sigh of relief, Rowan downed a small cup of water, and retrieved for herself a cup of punch. As she stepped away from the table to look out at what was going on, a girl with long blonde hair caught her eye. Well, more specifically, the creature that was one the girl's shoulder.
"Uhm, excuse me? You don't happen to know if they are going to start soon, do you?"
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"I didn't mean to startle you at all! I know you must be getting accustom to your room. I'm terribly sorry for scaring you if so, but when you're finished please do come down to the Tournament! Even if just to watch." Mr. Valdez smiled, he wouldn't just barge into the room on the kid, and understood some students might need their privacy..
Valdez was quick to get to the Courtyard, finally able to draft up the list for the Tourney. It seemed like an equal amount of students had arrived on scene. teams of 2 split up with three students in each. Grabbing the mic and tapping it for extra attention from all the students around. Valdez cleared his throat.

"Alright students! It's time we get this tournament going! I have the list of all students who are currently on the courtyard at this moment. I've made up a list of teams you all will be participating in! Let's get to it!"

Team 1. (Red color)
Luxu
Rowan
Noah

VS

Team 2. (Yellow color)
Isroh
Cordelia
Lugh
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Team 3. (Blue color)
Shiyam
Ace
Eugene

VS

Team 4. (Green color)
Chouko
Edith
Fuka​

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