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[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Malachai Walker

Location: Classroom 2B | Mood: Determined |
Tags: Aster Elenion Aura & Makomin [interacted]

Malachai's eyes took on a new light when he saw the tall Genesis vice president making his way down towards him. He looked up at Zander from his seat, getting the feeling that this would be an interesting class after all. He was more than eager to try out his anima on the guy. People usually varied on how easy or difficult they were to manipulate; people who weren't interested in him or didn't like him - though he couldn't conceive of a reason for someone to hold any animosity towards him, but perhaps that was telling in itself - took a lot more concentrated effort, whereas people who were attracted to him or had positive feelings towards him, were a lot simpler to manipulate. He guessed that Zander would be an easy enough target, but that could have just been wishful thinking. When the brunette spoke to him, Kai grinned. "I like to drop by every now and then to see the new faces," he replied before giving a nod. "It'd be my pleasure," he said, starting to stand up from his chair. He glanced back at the two Syndicate girls, flashing a smile at them. He turned back toward Zander and took a step towards the boy.

Unfortunately for Malachai, that was about as far as he got before Wolfe came. Before he knew it, the man had picked him and his two fellow Syndicates for a demonstration. Sure, he liked demonstrating what he could do, but he had been a lot more interested in working with Zander than doing a demonstration with the two girls. He stifled a disappointed sigh, knowing better than to show his reluctance in front of Wolfe, at least not publicly, though he guessed that the man already knew through his anima. Kai looked back to his partner and felt a renewed energy. If he did well in this exercise, that would have to impress him. There was a newfound determination inside of him. Sure, Oph was pretty strong, but he knew a thing or two and Seph was working with him. With a confident glint in his eyes, he met Zander's eyes. "Watch and learn," he said with a wink before strolling up to the front of the class.

Brown eyes went to Wolfe, listening intently for their instructions. Oph had to work on both of them, which couldn't be easy. He was glad he wasn't in her shoes; he doubted he would be able to hold them both off, but maybe the blonde wouldn't have the same problem. His fingers tapped his leg with a nervous energy that stemmed from the anticipation of waiting for Wolfe to give the word for them to start. Once he did, Kai's eyes focused on the memory manipulator, his demeanor shifting from casual and carefree to serious and determined. He focused on the girl's energy, surprised that it wasn't easily malleable like his usual targets. Nonetheless, he put his energy into willing the attraction. He concentrated on turning it to a suggestible, friendly sort of attraction rather than a physical, desire-based one. It was more of a 'we're friends and you don't want to hurt me' than a 'you want me' attraction he sent out. He tried coming up with a sincere smile on his face while his brain worked on manipulating her feelings towards him. He found these things worked best when he matched his external body language to the falsified feelings he was projecting to his target; it was more believable. The instructions had stated that they were to use their brains, so he wasn't sure if he was allowed to use words to manipulate the girl. To be fair, it wouldn't have made much of a difference in his case; she knew she was being beguiled so anything that came out of his mouth would sound fraudulent to her, he was sure. Malachai continued putting his efforts into discouraging her from attacking him, or at least discouraging her from attacking him in a very painful manner.

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post: 03​

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[Elenion Aura]

Mood: Adrenaline rush
Location: Physik Training Grounds
Interactions: Ben, Jack
Mentions: Uriah, Rob
Tags: Aster , normal Skryx Makomin

Quinn​

Someone said her name in greeting, but she offered only an inscrutable look in return. She knew this boy, Jack. Pandoran prefect. Quinn knew his face, his voice, his Anima… Niko was smart to end things between them. Pandorans were too unpredictable. Not to mention foolish. Quinn thought to herself, by those metrics, this new boy was already Pandora, if not in name, then in disposition. She wondered whether the two of them were teaming up against her, or whether it was a sort of free-for-all. Quinn was curious after what sort of Anima the younger boy possessed—she hadn’t caught his name—but was nonetheless caught off guard by his sudden accelerated movement. One moment he was a few meters away, and the next they were inches away from touching noses. The battle had commenced.

After the opening surprise, and the first few blows exchanged, Quinn had to confess herself disappointed. Sloppy technique. All his moves amounted to a thoughtless, linear drive forward. She parried each of his strikes with efficient bladework, all the while allowing herself to be pressed back, relying on her footwork to avoid being put off-balance by the assault. If this boy was indicative of the relative skill level of his contemporaries then Quinn wondered if any of the new class would prove Syndicate-worthy?

CRASH!

Quinn’s attentions were momentarily thrown by the sound of a much more interesting battle taking place on the same field, the battle between the two Pandoran fools and the teacher. Being the squirrely little thing that he was, Bennett was far too easily distracted by the excitement raging nearby, a flaw Quinn elected to beat out of him personally. When she caught him gawking at the spectacle, Quinn launched her own offensive: a precise, powerful kick to the inside knee of his forward foot, followed by the clang of steel on steel as Quinn swatted her opponent’s sword out of his distracted grip with the flat of her own blade. It fell to the training ground floor with a whimpering clatter. Turning her attentions to their third member, Quinn conjured a throwing dagger in her off-hand. With the power of a full-bodied follow through motion the Syndicate prefect launched the spinning blade from her fingertips, from whence it flew straight and true to pincushion Jack if he did not react in time. Inattention to detail produces shoddy work, and Quinn, ever the perfectionist, endeavored to eliminate sloppiness in all of its forms.

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[normal]

jack kim

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Jack sighed indifferently, his feeble attempt at communication shrugged off. When he was dating Niko, he did his best to avoid the Syndicate girl, whose eyes always seemed to be locked on his own form with a mix of intimidation and disgust, despite his boyfriend's wishes. After the break-up, he'd hoped the forces that caused such a rift between them would relax, but it seemed they were still there. He even started passing Quinn's dorm in the hallways in lieu of the longer route to get to the vending machine, quite a milestone, he thought.

He watched with a slight despondency as the reckless freshman was handled with relative ease by the older, sloppy punches combated by strong parries and quick jabs. Seeing Quinn and having the little interaction delved his mind into a sea of reminiscence, on not only the high points of his relationship with Niko but the low points and the heartbreak as well. Finally, the tintinnabulation of swords hitting the ground and the low 'oof' of Ben hitting the floor tore him out of the trance-like state just in time for a forcefield to appear to prevent a psionic knife from planting itself in his abdomen, through his new shirt most importantly.

He closed the distance between them, eyes still oddly melancholy, an indolent sigh escaping his lips as if he was going through the motions of a dance he'd already practiced a thousand times. He got into the appropriate stance and threw a series of punches and kicks, relying solely on his fists and legs. He wasn't the best at combat but the two years at this school did prepare him well from self-defense and combat training at the basic level, so he was by no means inadequate. A sharp pain in his side made him flinched, slightly regretting not heeding the warnings of his professors that recommended him to utilize weapons to cover the purely defensive nature of his anima.

tags || Elenion Aura «quinn»
Aster «ben»

location || classroom 3-a

 

[Sasil]

Lance Baytes

Lance squinted against the light drifting from the blinds. It drifted, awakening him from the slumber he had become quiet accustomed too. Granted, it was probably because it wasn't a very long sleep. The night before was some kind of blur. He remembered running from people who where pissed at him. This was a normal accurance for him though. Had he stolen something and gotten caught? Or had he gotten drunker then he had first anticipated?

The slightly throbbing headache answered that question. Groaning he throw his metal arm over his eyes, shielding them from the hissing light. He hadn't gotten up to the alarm he had set, but that was to be expected. He probably had only two or three hours of sleep. No matter, he would make it work. He could get some coffee and make due with the rest of the day. That he was certain.

it was the beginning of a new semester after all. New students. Innocent, unaware of his talents. A Cheshire cat grin appeared on his lips. Ah, the idea of new pray would make any theif happy.

Granted, he would have to watch himself. Everyone was catching onto his antics. If he wanted to at least have a few friends left by the end of the year he would have to stop stealing from friends. But the rush. It made one feel just a little more alive, getting away with it.

it was just something he couldn't get rid of.

"Time to get up." he sighed finally speaking to himself.

Throwing his legs over the bed he got up getting ready faster then normal. Having to wear a uniform did that to a person though, not having to worry about what one looked like. Not bothering to look in the mirror before leaving Lance hurried out of the door a side bag dangling on his shoulder.

The hallways where empty of most students except some who seemed to be in his boat, late on the first day. Not the best way to meet the teachers. Perhaps he could sneak in without anyone noticing but that might be a long shot. This late, he was going to be punished and noticed. Not to mention his class was literally on the field, sneaking in not late wasn't going to happen. Unless by some chance Catherine, the Teacher was busy and focusing on her lesson. That seemed highly unlikely.

it was a good thing that Lance really didn't mind being found out. Not at the moment anyways.

But in the far distance from the field that Lance heard the second school bell indicating that he had, in some miracle arrived to class on time, Dumbfounded Lance stared at the school for a moment before joining the rest of the students in a group listening, and probably learning something.

Did Lance know?

No.

He heard the mentioning of teammates though and was paired up with a girl closest to him. He wasn't sure what her anima was but it packed a punch, that much he knew. It was a good thing he was to fast for her. that was until he noticed a group of people he knew arriving late. Half an hour late. He smirked and in that moment a punch to the gut sent him back. The girl seemed proud of herself grinning from ear to ear.

"Nice one." He grunted getting to his feet before sighing. "Caught me off guard." he spoke tilting his head to the side. "Those two are going to be in such trouble. Should be enjoyable."

All the groups of the students seemed to stop and watch as Catherine gave the late arrivals there choice--or lack there of a choice. Fight. Well, it would be enjoyable to watch it for sure. Crossing his arms over his chest Lance looked towards the fight, analyzing. Being able to turn into such interesting creatures. It was something admirable he supposed. Being able to fly, that would be interesting.

Not as interesting as this fight, but interesting to say the least.​

 

[Aster]

• Khione Silverblade •​

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Interactions: Bob Skryx Louis s e v e n
Mentions: None
Location: Elemental Training Field
Post: 2

Khione hadn't meant to be eavesdropping. She originally had the intention of approaching the two boys to help them on their anima training after witnessing the Air user's (or well, she assumed his element would be in air.) failed attempt with the dummy.

It reminded her of her brother when he had joined the Academy. He was gifted in all areas except in his anima training, making him the complete opposite of his twin sister. Luckily for him, Khione was of the patient sort who took her time teaching him the ropes which she caught on far earlier.

Besides, she found it far more productive to be teaching the freshmen the ins and outs of their anima instead of training. Like any educational system, the one in Requiem Academy was flawed. Most Elites found it pointless to attend training classes with the newbies and allocated their own time on the training grounds outside classes. Given how they were on a different level, almost to par with the teachers themselves, it made sense to most to skip the general classes and jump straight into the advance ones with the seniors. Khione was far too diligent to skip any classes (no matter how boring or easy they seemed) so her perfect attendance remained unblemished.

Her clapping seemed to alert the two of her presence. For a beginner, even the small feat of creating breeze to move the cloth was worthy enough of praise.

"Oh, sorry to intrude," she apologized, realizing that her sudden outburst may have been alarming. "I'm Khione. Um, do you two want a hand?" she asked, approaching them with a shy smile. Given her small build and plain, almost unnoticeable aura, one rarely ever thought much of Khione. Her being an elite seemed like a far-fetched idea.

 

[Aster]

• Ophelia Sinclair •​

Ophelia was someone who didn't mind attention, unlike one of her few friends (a certain redhead beside her), nor did she seek it out like some glorious trophy. When given, she does her best to adapt it to her favor but the kind Mr. Wolfe was giving her was none of the kind she wanted.

Smiling behind gritted teeth, the blonde stood up and made her way to the front with feigned grace and confidence. She stood as instructed, eyes twinkling darkly when she saw where things were going.

"Well, this is going to be interesting," she smirked, casting a short glance at the Genesis Vice-president, who was again left alone now that Kai was brought forward to demonstrate. Her curled lips straightened as she noticed the new surge of vigor in Kai's visage. His anima would be dangerous, but Mr. Wolfe was right in one thing: Don' concentrate on one person at a time.

There was a low murmur among the students, the freshmen mostly, of the demonstration being unfair. Two against one? It seemed hardly fair. The seniors of the Academy knew better. After all, Ophelia was a prefect, and not just one in name.

The distance or lack of distance made it easy for Ophelia's anima to work on her prey opponents. At the mention of "start", the insignia in her eye glowed faintly as she worked quickly to rip out the most recent memory nestled within their brain: the memory of Wolfe ever giving them instructions to fight.

The best way to stop a fight was to cut out the reason for one and Ophelia did just that.

With no recollection of why the two were standing their in the first place, their activated animas eventually died down. While Ophelia could've easily done more to ensure her win, Kai's anima discouraged her desire to do any more harm than necessary. Had she known the feeling was artificially generated by magik, she would've been far less merciful.

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Interactions: Kai Sadistic Sweetheart Persephone Makomin
Mentions: Zander Elenion Aura
Location: Classroom 2-D
Post: 4

 

[Makomin]

Octavius Harred

Interactions: Axel Luxforeas s e v e n
Mentions: Ophelia Sinclair Aster , Malachai Walker Sadistic Sweetheart and Persephone Vandegraft.
Location: Classroom 2D
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Harry Wolfe never forgets a name. Or rather, never had. He believed the upholding an attitude whereby everyone, including one's lowers and even unequal, had to be accounted for, therefore, he absolutely disliked it when someone forgets another's name. He even treated his students the same way. Sinclair was a rather advanced student compared to the any other mediocre one individuals would compare a student to. The only thing she lacked was finding a purpose in executing certain actions that doesn't involve manipulating and self gain. Walker, had potential especially since his anima was one that not only played on the minds of people but their emotions too. However, it seemed like he preferred concentrating on the latter. As for Vandegraft, she lacked self confidence and preferred staying outside the limelight.

"That's enough," was all Harry Wolfe said as he clasped his hands together before with a flick of his wrist, reversed the effect of Ophelia's memory loss by planting an illusion of it happening as nothing but yet another illusion. "While I understand your move, Sinclair, I will say that a fiend tenebrae will still attack anyone it is near even if its memory is gone." He continued before making his way back to face everyone. "Walker, love and infatuation are stemmed from the mind. Oxytocin and Vasopressin are hormones released from the brains. How you control one's feelings is how you control their brains," He added before his eyes settled on Vandegraft, "Any tenebrae, regardless of type will kill you as fast as possible. They don't wait for an attack."

Octavius couldn't help but part his lips slightly. Having Wolfe's class was as tense as ever, nobody could satisfy the man and he would always find fault in everyone's way of doing something. But he guessed it was better than having other teachers butter up the students just so they would like them and not complain on them. The brunet never really liked figures that were overly critical, however, his meter of criticism arised from constructive ones compared to just bashing ones, something he felt Wolfe believed in in appreciation to those who actually try. As he turned back, he found himself in a surprise attack (?) by Axel.

The two males were so close to each other that he heard the females who were fawning over Malachi actually turned their attention towards them. It was something he was used to. However, he had to admit there were times whereby it was rather embarrassing to have a female almost two feet shorter than him ask him about their relationship. He either denies it or gives an indifferent answer. Of course, it doesn't save his already intimidating outlook. "You know I don't like to hurt people, Axel." Octavius said as he felt the temperature rising. No doubt, it was Axel's anima as he started a bit of dizziness. It was hot and he was getting dizzy- exactly like being in a microwave.

Octavius knew that this was training and he had to hone up to what Wolfe wanted as it was vital for their training and class. Octvaius then raised his hand before pinching his thumb and forefinger together as his anima worked its way to cut the blood flow of one of Axel's artery that was located his brain. It wasn't a vital artery but it cut the flow of oxygen that was reaching to that area of the brain, causing the other male to feel lightheaded. Octavius didn't do more than that as he knew, similar to a stroke, if blood flow or rather, Oxygen flow to the brain is cut off, it was very dangerous.

 

[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Malachai Walker
Classroom 2B || Sore
Tags: Aster Elenion Aura & Makomin

Everything for Malachair seemed to be going relatively smoothly until, all of the sudden, he felt incredibly confused about why he was standing up in front of the class. His concentration broke and his anima gradually faded. He was in training -- that much he was confident about -- but he was standing front and center and people were staring at him. While under normal circumstances this would be something he wouldn't mind, he felt very off about it. The reasoning was on the tip of his tongue; he just couldn't spit it out of his head. Seph was next to him, Oph in front. Had they partnered up? No... He had just asked Zander to work with him and he'd been relatively excited for it.

In the next moment, things became incredibly clear as Wolfe worked his own way into Kai's head. So Oph had just made him forget what he'd been doing. Clever, he thought to himself. Ophelia was smart, but he'd always known that. He was glad he wasn't regularly being pit against her because he had a feeling she'd outsmart him every time. However, it looked like Wolfe didn't share the same appreciation. This wasn't a surprise as the man always had a critique no matter how well anyone did. The remark to Ophelia made sense, he soon realized. The damned tenebrae wouldn't care what their previous motive was because their constant motive was just to destroy. When the attention turned to him, Kai braced himself for the criticism. When it came, he was surprised that it wasn't anything sharper. He supposed, then, that he had done quite alright. He knew he should be working on the technical aspect of control by utilizing hormone production, but it was easier said than done. Seph's performance had been... underwhelming. Malachai felt a pang of sympathy for the girl.

Upon being released from their duty, Kai's eyes immediately went to Zander. He grinned at the Genesis VP and finally sat down next to him. "Wolfe's never totally satisfied, so you might as well get used to that now," he mentioned. "If he doesn't humiliate you in front of the entire class, then you did alright," he explained, running his fingers through his hair. "Getting your mind messed with isn't much fun, but you get used to it after a while. And your defense against it gets stronger over time, so it's not that bad. You're an energy manipulator, right? Something like that?" It looked like the older boy wasn't the average arcane student. Kai guessed that he was just trying to work on using his anima in new ways as he approached the end of his time here at the academy. Kai was glad that his time to switch out of arcane wasn't here yet as he wasn't relishing the idea of studying physik. Physical fighting just wasn't his style and it felt awkward to match his anima to it. "You don't come here often, so do you want to just try some easy practice exercises? You can try using your anima on me, without touching me, of course. Or you can try blocking my anima to build up your mental strength."

 

[chamomile]

cecilia

cece may || feeling helpful || training field || n/a

Cecelia never got how she was never the exception to sparring with other anima users. Not that she was complaining or anything. It's just that... her fights turns heads just by its presence! All that attention isn't even by reputation-- just because how distracting it is. Explosive fire isn't exactly made for a contained environment, especially in her more earlier days when it was more of a brash and violent anima.

The fire got everywhere and the loud explosions didn't help. Every once in a while, the teacher would give her a pointed look to which she responds with semi-apologetic smile even though she might as well be saying 'Here I go doing it again because I literally have no control of how explosions work!' And the blasts were worst. Her first sparring partner, an unfortunate freshmen decided to take things too seriously and riled up, she may have pushed her anima a little too far. He avoided the fire, but the explosion blasted the poor guy into the wall. Cece had to take him to the infimary for a case of majorly sore back. It was a great first impression!

Now a little more responsible, plus plenty of practice sessions spent on refining from power to efficiency and restraint, she feels all excited inside standing next to the furnaces. She's with this blonde girl, Soul facing a dummy next to her. A freshman who has a run of the mill fire anima and none of that extra flare. Blondie approached her while everyone else paired up and Cecelia isn't really known to be the most approachable.

Maybe she took standing next to the fire as someone who wields the same element. Maybe it's just how trustworthy her face is. Her running mouth gets her in a position to give Soul some pointers that she is in no place to give, instead of sparring like they were supposed to. But she took the time to watch her give her best effort. Hands near the furnace for a handful, then a brief burst outwards.

"Your fire is lacking." she remarked.

"Huh?" Soul turned to her, confused.

"It's not bad for the first time for using your powers; this is your first time, right?"

"Yes--"

"Good. See, stance helps a lot. You want to be light on your feet and really put the energy when you're channeling your anima." she explains and goes into her regular stance. Bizarrely, her ego thinks it knows what it's talking about, when things like this is really subjective. Suppose, an opinion is much easier to provide than advice on pyro-techniques. Soul is hesitant to do anything. In fact, Cece swears she might've shrunk smaller and inched further away.

The Pandoran sighed and pulled a flame from a furnace. "Right now, you're doing this." Cecelia outstretched her arms in ease. It flickers, the skin of her hand morphed red. "What you need to do instead is." She demonstrated, swinging her arms back then forwards as if using the momentum to help her without actually expelling the fire from her fingers. Then she repeated, and sent a small fiery stream which exploded against the dummy, toppling it with a boom (which isn't too noticeable). Cece walked over to it and heaved it back up, brushing off the leftover dust.

"Have a go at it." She grinned, patting the dummy on the shoulder.

 

[s e v e n]

Louis Blutmond

"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you"

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Mood: Delighted
Location: Training Field
Post: 05
Tags: Skryx , Aster , chamomile
☘ Interactions: Bob, Khio , Cece
☘ Mentions: Ben

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Whatever awkwardness he had felt for his mistakes faded away quick, because when the other male had stated of considering Genesis as well, a sense of joy flickered within him. Perhaps first day should not have been way too bad after all- that's right. His over worrying got him nowhere, and perhaps he had underestimated his own social skills (he had not, really. His skills were a massive train wreck). All he needed to do was convince that other guy- Bennett, yes, that was his name - to join Genesis, then he's set for the rest of the year. It was true what Camille said: Insignia could have been fun. Suddenly, the ache around his heart seemed to ease, as though weights were lifted over his shoulders.

The moment Bob turned to beam at him, announcing his ever so prideful success, however, Louis must say that he was quite unsure of what he did. The curly haired boy did notice the other focusing back upon the dummy, brows furrowed and lips pursued, yet what was done next he wasn't too sure off. Well, who knows. Maybe a hurricane just went past him without him noticing. That seemed to happen a lot when he's on his phone.

"That was awesome!" Louis exclaimed, pulling out the best enthusiastic expression he could possibly muster- which was not all that hard since Louis was regardless very enthusiastic every hour of the day. "It's like. . . it's like we're X-Men or something! Pew!" Louis stomped his foot again- more like kicked forward- and yet another pebble shoot forward and hit the dummy square on the face. At this, he gaped again, as though he just made the Earth revolve in opposite direction. Mr. Bowle simply rose his hands, placing it down and patting Bob on the shoulder with a faint smile, before he turned and walked away, which was alright in Louis' opinion. After all, they were practically masters.

Oh, sorry to intrude.

Louis turned when he heard the soft voice of a female just right behind him. Short dark hair, round glasses and a petite figure- is it safe to assume that she was yet another freshman just like himself and his newly found friend? There was also a vibe coming off her that indicates maturity. Also, she was offering a help. . .

"Not a worry," he grinned, taking her hand before pulling her closer in the group. "We can help each other! Are you new too? What's your name, I'm Louis," he said gleefully, shaking the girl's hand before she even got a chance to offer so. "The more the merrier after all, right-" he said, before he was cut off by the sudden surge of heat from just a few meters by the side of the room. The brunette looked over, seeing a girl just by the furnace, sparks flickering from the tip of her fingers gracefully. Fire. He almost wished he had fire- yet perhaps the strength was a bit too intimidating, not to mention dangerous.

"Come join us!" he invited, waving at the girl. "We could be like, the Avatars," Louis turned towards the other girl, the one closer to him, with his eyes wide in wishful thinking. "Please tell me you have water power."



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[Aster]

• Khione Silverblade •​

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Interactions: Bob Skryx Louis s e v e n Cecelia chamomile
Mentions: None
Location: Elemental Training Field
Post: 3

"Um, it's Khione," the silver head replied, trying not to fidget under the bright enthusiasm of the freshman, Louis. It seemed he hadn't heard her initial introduction with all explosion sound crackling in the air. Her gaze trailed off towards the sound as the brunet's attention was also caught by a fire user.

Cecelia May Belmonte. Pandoran explosive user.

Khione didn't know much about the girl, having never interacted with her (something she later blames herself for not doing. She believes it's the student council's job to ensure that they know and help everyone; albeit clearly, not everyone feels the same). She remembers her in name only because she had filed the papers for her registration into Pandora. It worried her to know that the Pandora house would have one extra noise maker but it was outside her own personal jurisdiction to interfere with her choices. Khione could only hope there would be no regrets.

A smile tugs on her face at the mention of Avatars. It was an old beloved series and it reminded her of the days where her brother and her would pretend to be the twins from the Eastern water tribe. That smile quickly grew cold.

"Ah, um."

Caught off-guard by the question, Khione only nodded. Ice was a form of water, sort of? Right?

Her brows knitted as she shifted the leather case containing her regalia to her other shoulder. It had been a while since she last attempted to manipulate water, but having initially start out with it, she should still be able to do it.

Waving her hand at the pool of water across the room, her fingers beckoned the waves to stream in a thin line towards them. It crackled and chipped in the beginning as frost iced over it but with a bit more concentration, Khione was able to successfully manipulate a floating sphere of water, the size of a snow globe, into her hands.

"Does this count?" she asked, demeanor still sheepish.

Before anyone could reply a large explosion sounded in the field as one of the furnaces blew up, scattering large chunks and bits of brick and flame. Immersing from the flames were a dozen dark colored creatures with hollowed white eyes and jagged teeth. The creatures had long tails which flickered with burning flames at the end of every tail and joint. To beginners, they probably looked like black fire monkeys.

But Khione knew better.

In a heartbeat, her case was unzipped and a single scissor blade was pulled out. She was moving before Mr. Bowle gave the order to retreat or defend; his voice sounded alarmed but his expression remained steeled and in control. Amidst the confusion, Khione commended him for keeping his composure.

Khione did neither and went straight for the attack. As her blade struck through one of the monkey-like Tenebrae, it sliced the creature in half, splattering black blood and confirming other's suspicions. Trained seniors immediately went on the offense while others took it upon themselves to protect the freshmen.

Katobeasts were a low ranking Tenebris taught in Tenebrae Identification class. Alone they were no more harmful than a feral dog but in groups, they could prove deadly to anyone who lowered their guard.

 

[Aster]

• Bennett Atticus Miles •​

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Interactions: Jack normal Quinn Elenion Aura
Mentions: Rob Skryx Uriah Makomin
Location: Training Field
Post: 4

An important lesson in battle was taught today: Never lose focus of your enemy, no matter how distracting things could be. Bennett learned this the hard way as the impact from the kick caused him to lose balance and one of his blades was swatted out of his hands. The kick wasn't hard enough to cause serious injury but the force did enough for Bennett to lose whatever form (poor as it may be) he had. Some spectators who were taking a break from their sparing examined the trio as though watching a tutorial.

While the spectators were mainly Genesis, the more perceptive and skilled warriors pointed out that and helped kept mental note of the do's and dont's in the battle.

"Perfect example of controlled power. In a spar against your fellow students, you should never make any attacks to lethally harm one another. Our school's nurse is one of the best in all of Imperia but even he has his limits," a Genesis senior explained, a good distance to keep from interfering with the battle but just close enough for her voice to carry.

Instead of allowing himself to fall on the ground, Bennett's quick reflexes allowed him to teleport immediately to the weapon. His fall did little to hurt his drive and his endless amount of stamina made him a pest in battle. He was quick to learn; his grip strengthening each time his weapon got knocked away or nearly got knocked away, and his attacks became more of a nuisance as he started integrating his anima abilities into them.

Instead of slashing head on, Bennett would allow himself to teleport a step or two away (usually from a high level position) before making his attack. Once or twice, due to poor control, he had bumped into Jack's force field, causing the two of them to falter. His attacks were still messy but with the new element of surprise, it made his battle style all the more chaotic.

Unexpected as his attacks came, it was still nothing a practiced warrior with trained reflexes like Quinn couldn't handle, but with Jack assisting Ben, even she'd had to stay on her toes. While Bennett may be a freshman, Jack lacked nothing a Pandoran prefect ought to have.

------- Meanwhile on the other side of the field ----------

If a spectator was watching from a distance, the most they would've seen was a giant snake, a speck of brown (Rob) and another white dot moving around, cackling in unspoken glee as it hopped from one attack to another.

Catherine was mocking them, clearly.

And it didn't help that she had used both Uriah and Rob's body as stepping stones to lift her jump higher in the air. Within the five minutes they were given, the first three were purely handicapped for the two as the rabbit Magister made no attempt to attack and remained on the evasive. It was very "Catherine" of her give them the advantage up to the very last second before completely destroying them, but before the time even reached 4, something changed like a switch in their teacher's demeanor.

Smile wiped off, her long ears twitched, picking up a concerning sound far off in the distance towards the direction of the elemental training field. It wasn't too far for her abilities to catch on and as she was high up in the air, her eyes caught sight of smoke raising from the field.

"Welp, time to wrap things up boys," Catherine hums as she twists her body in mid-air, throwing a full body kick at Rob. (Seeing a bunny kick a bird down from the sky was actually kinda funny.) Students sniggered below.

Hands clenched into solid fists as Catherine came pummeling down from her fall, her eyes glistening as she turned her body to fall head first toward's Uriah's own reptilian face. He could've swallowed her whole if he tried to but that would've been a worse move than letting the Magister punch him square between the eyes. She was moving far quicker than most could catch up but in a viewer's point of view, the match seemed easy, giving the foolish a false hope that they could probably take her down.

Just as the timer rang, signalling the end of five minutes, Catherine's heeled boots landed back on the earth with a soft 'tap tap'.

"Who's next?"

No one made a move to volunteer and that was exactly what Catherine was hoping for.

 

[Aster]

• Ophelia Sinclair •​

Wolfe's criticism were direct and to the point. Any student aspiring to be a successful Magister could learn a great deal from him, albeit Ophelia never had plans to become the kind of Magister at the front lines fighting off the Tenebrae like one would see glorified in Imperia media. Working for the kingdom's intel faction would be far much serving.

Being released from their position, the trio returned to their seats as Mr Wolfe explained in the same cold monotone the extent of anima, thus encouraging both freshman and seniors alike to fully explore their anima. Wolfe--given the arcane ability to create time spaces which were simply labelled 'illusions' (it was much easier to explain that way but it did little justice to capture the true depth of the man's powers)--activated his anima to create a space covering the whole area of classroom 2-D, allowing him to manipulate reality inside that classroom.

"Stand up," he ordered, after his brief and confusing explanation. His eyes scanned the classroom as he walked down the center of the classroom, only to appear back where he had started. "Right now, all of you are actually still sitting."

Those who were new to the class looked confused. The seniors wore a look on their face that said, "Oh boy, not this again." Even Genesis president, Jasmine Bermout, wasn't smiling. The last time they had this exercise, the classroom exploded twice. Maybe not in actual reality but it was pretty real in their minds and the mental trauma left was no joke.

Even with Ophelia's anima abilities, there was no escape from Wolfe's illusions. She gritted her teeth as she stood in her place, smiling as she thought of the endless possibilities she would have had access to if she had that anima instead. (All hell would be loose.)

"Your perception of reality does not equate to reality itself. Your mind can be your biggest enemy or your greatest ally. In these next 30 minutes you are free test the limits of 'reality' to your heart's desire. If you can determine what is real from what is false, you pass," Wolfe explained, crossing his arms across his chest. "Though I don't expect any of you to."

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Location: Classroom 2-D
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[Elenion Aura]

Zander Munroe​

Mood: Comfortable
Location: Classroom 2-B
Interactions:Kai
Mentions: JasandBobbi
Tags: Skryx , Aster , Sadistic Sweetheart

Watching the three of them up there, staring each other to death, confirmed all of Zander's fears about what this class was, and what it wasn't. He propped a foot up on the now-empty chair before him, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back, getting comfortable as he assumed there wouldn't be sparks flying - or really anything stimulating happening around here - any time soon. The more he watched, however, the more he started to pick up on things. He didn't get the whole picture - at least not before the teacher stopped the demo - but he'd gotten a glimpse. It wasn't enough to make him a believer. Not yet, anyway. He freed Kai's chair of his booted foot.

"Very impressive," he barely contained his chuckle as the Syndicate boy reclaimed his throne of plastic and metal. Smiling, he watched as Kai got himself situated. Now, would there be any more distractions? He hazarded a glance around the room, his eyes falling on JasandBobbi. They seemed to be doing well. As far as he could tell, anyway. Back to the matter at hand. Kai was talking about something. Zander's power. Ah, so they were there, already? He figured it was about time they got into the nitty-gritty of it. However, on to the matter of Kai's assessment. "Not exactly," Zander responded in a wry tone, and a twinkle of a smirk to assure Kai he was just messing with him. Neither did he offer a more appropriate explanation. He'd found that it was better to share as little as possible, with as few people as possible. There's no such thing as too much caution.

When the topic turned to Zan using his Anima on Kai, Zan's response was a little firmer, with a little less playfulness thrown in. "That's probably not a good idea," he said, partly because he wasn't exactly sure how. So far, he'd gotten by without turning his Anima on another person... Why mess with what's not broken? "Yeah, I'd rather not." He said after a pause, and figured that that should be the end of it. Zan quickly offered up an alternative, both so that they wouldn't just be sitting there on their hands while the others all did something, and also, partly, to show that there wasn't any bad blood now, or anything like that.

"How about you hit me with your best shot, and we'll see if you're all that you're cracked up to be." As he said so, Zander leaned forward in his chair. That same smirk was back, again. This had been one of Kai's two suggestions, after all. How had he put it? Ah, yes. "Let's build my mental strength." For all that he was, the Genesis VP was not very subtle when it came to his disdain for this class, and the study of the mind that accompanied it. Strength was strength. It could be measured. This... This was something else, entirely.

I see a bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
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Don't go 'round tonight
It's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise​

 

[Aster]

• Curtis Laucron•​

Disapproval was apparent in stoic features but only so to those who knew the Syndicate ex-VP well enough. His lips pulled into a thin line, as though keeping his usual lecture from slipping out. With a simple shake of his head, Curtis exhaled through his nose and turned away from the sleeping Syndicate president.

He wasn't sure why he expected any less.

Unlike Ajax, the diligent male had no plans to waste his time resting like the blonde, but he sure wasn't going to damage his morale by watching the match.

Walking through the small crowd of spectators, most of them being freshmen or juniors, Curtis was in search for a new sparring partner until it was his turn to face Catherine.

Spying a student which alluded an aura of both disinterest and hidden power, the chimeran magister made his way towards, eyes flickering briefly at the student's metallic arm.

"Hey you," he called out, standing at an arm's length from the male, hands in pocket and head tilting back in a provoking manner. (All which was completely uncalled for and went unnoticed by Curtis himself. Years being a Syndicate Vice-President had upped his skills in intimidation and provocation.)

"Let's battle."

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Interactions: Lance Sasil
Mentions: Ajax Polaris.
Location: Training Field
Post: 5

 

[chamomile]

cecilia

cece may || feeling alert || training field || bob Skryx , louis s e v e n , khione Aster

Before Soul could even 'have a go at it' Cece was waved over by someone she didn't recognise.

"Come join us!"

She almost forgot the year before, when freshmen sheep-- they're mostly soft and come in herds-- turned to all their seniors for aid, with her included in that little mess. You would think that there's enough tutors to go around but no, there isn't. Which came upon the 'heads' of the school's responsibility to round them up. Jas, Uriah and Mr. Whatshisface-No-Sense-Of-Humour. She's not sure what the last one contributed. Wasn't Kaye acting as Syndicate's trusty representative for recruiting?

Anyways, things should relatively die down within the next few days when everyone gets settled in their own affiliations, and completely after the first month when people stop getting lost between lunches.

Was he talking to her? To Soul? That can't possibly be it, right? Nobody else was in their direction. Justified by the explodey-explodey sounds she thought wasn't making as much of a noise this time around. Not to mention the uncomfirmable Avatar comment, personally she hadn't seen many shows in her childhood. It has to be- no, of course it was her!

Initially, she wanted to bring Soul there and mob them together. All in an attempt to run away and find a proper sparring partner to kick the year off with. Yet she feels bad. Just a teeny tiny bit bad for abruptly abandoning her.

Then she spotted someone next to the boy who invited her. There's a glimpse of her face; short dark hair, round glasses and a gaze she remembers studying for the longest time. It's Khione Silverblade. The fifth seat on the student council and her personal idol as far as student magisters would go. Cece couldn't think of the last time that she ever thought of approaching her. But they're probably opposites anyway if their powers have any say in it.

As Soul looked back at them, Khione and those two others, Cece walked up to her and placed her hands on her shoulders. "Hey." Soul flinched and smiled sheepishly at her own reaction. Cute.

"Let's go over there."

"I dunno." she murmured.

"You didn't meet anyone during orientation."

"No--"

"Then this is the perfect chance to make friends!"

Soul tentatively moves forward along with her but before they could reach the trio, she could feel the warmth of the furnaces tinging the back of her neck. Moments later, she heard the muffled explosion instinctively pushing Soul down and using her back as a shield. She glances at the close promixity fire behind them and her eyes lit up like amber, darting left and right to find traces of her fault.

None was present. Relief lasted mere milliseconds until she noticed the dark figures crawling out of what's left of the flames.

Cece ran off to the students who stopped to look at the spectacle danger, Soul in tow, coughing slightly. The seniors formed a sort of line barrier between the tenebrae and the rest of the class. She'd have to join them.

"Stay back." was her parting whisper to the freshman. Cece turned to face the music, and silence.

Khione, reliable and nothing less of her had already charged into the offensive, killing one of them right off the bat. But the some of tenebrae has her surrounded and others advanced from the rubble to the rest of the magisters.

The furnace now too far away to supply her powers was useless. And she wasn't sure if her anima would even be useful against this sort so she follows Khione's lead, her weapon spinning on her finger aimed at one of the tenebrae around Khione. She shoots, then another running up to her. Cece has no other magazines on hand, so her other ten bullets has to count.

 

[fancries1]

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Elizabeth Coben


She’d slept through her alarm, again.

Elizabeth Coben mentally scolded herself as she ran around her room, trying to put on her black and red plaid skirt and brushing her long, brown hair. This was the second time in the week she’d somehow managed to sleep through her obnoxiously loud alarm. She couldn’t help it. Going back to the Academy made her nervous, to the point where her anxiety wouldn’t let her sleep until the morning of the following day. Her body demanded rest, at it clearly didn’t mind ignoring Eliza’s alarm in order to get it. Her body also didn’t seem to mind the fact it had ignored the alarm on one of the most important days of the year. Eliza could only hope the professors and Jas wouldn’t be too mad at her for her irresponsibility. What a good example the Genesis prefect was giving to the newcomers.

Once she’d finally finished dressing, Eliza ran across the hall to her twin’s room. Living with Ethan was like living with a small, bratty child. He was as irresponsible as anyone could be and carried a remarkable disregard for the rules and his academic performance in general. Thus, Eliza often found herself forced to remind him of his duties when it came to the Academy. This included waking him up for the first day after a long break, the only time they slept under the same roof. She tried the door handle, only to receive a small shock when she tried to touch it. It was obvious Ethan had used his anima to try and keep his sister out of the room. This, however, didn’t stop her. He was coming to the first day, even if she had to drag him all the way to the Academy.

“Ethan!” Elizabeth cried out, banging on the door with all of her might, “Ethan! We’re late! Get up and move it before I kick down your door!” She demanded, only leaving once she heard movement on the other side of the door.

Further down the hall was the entrance to their living room. Messy, and filled with all sorts of items going from books and papers to balls and artifacts Eliza didn’t recognize, but knew it was for the better. She walked around the place, picking up random books, examining them, and either placing them back on the table or inside the brown bag that hung from her neck and reached her waist. Soon enough, Ethan arrived to the living room. His hair messy, his uniform shirt unbuttoned, and holding his black tie.

“Uniform, checked. Books, checked. Ethan, surprisingly checked. Breakfast? We’ll take protein bars. Cousin Bella sitting on our couch, checked. Wait- Bella?” There she was. Their older platinum-haired cousin sitting comfortably on their couch wearing one of Eliza’s pijamas. “W-what are you doing here? How did you even get inside?”

“The wife kicked me out, again. So I decided to crash with you for some time. Although, I’m sensing I’ll have the apartment for myself for quite some time. Oh, and Eliza, dear? Hiding the keys under the mat is so cliche. You might want to change the spot, ” replied their cousin with a smirk.

“Classic Bella,” commented Ethan with a bright smile, finally buttoning up his white shirt.

“Right, right. Bella, seeing as you’re doing nothing at the moment, could you please drive us to the Academy?” asked Eliza. Yes, she and her brother knew how to drive. However, seeing as their appearance made them look as if they’d just fought a tenebrae, Eliza considered they could use the ride to the school to at the very least brush their hair. “If you do it, I’ll convince Pene to forgive you for whatever you did now,”

“Sold!” Belladonna exclaimed, jumping from the couch and heading towards the door. “Move it kids! Last one out pays for the gas!”

They eventually managed to make it to the Academy, ridiculously late, but as presentable as they could be. Eliza ran through the halls, dragging a reluctant Ethan behind her, as they searched for the classroom they were supposed to be in. Eventually, they reached room 2B, where they’d been told the arcane class was being held by a fellow student passing by.

“Ethan, before I go in. Let me remind you one last time to behave yourself. I don’t want to hear you’ve been skipping class or harassing other students. And if you do, I’ll-”

“Make sure I regret it. Sure, sis. Your headaches are so frightening, I think I might cry!” Ethan mocked. “Don’t worry, Liz. I’ll be the best goody-two-shoes the world has ever seen. Tell me, when have I ever let you down? Actually, don’t answer that. See you later, genesis,” he said, emphasizing the word genesis with a sarcastic tone. Before departing, Ethan gave his sister a kiss on the cheek and began making his way towards the training grounds.

With a deep breath, Eliza prepared herself for the wrath of her professor and entered the room. As soon as she entered, her eyes locked with the professor’s. She muttered a quick “I’m sorry,” and sat down in one of the empty chairs. Observing the other students and trying to understand what the task at hand was. There would be time for finding a partner later.

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[fancries1]

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Training grounds
Mood
Cocky
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Ethan Coben




“Ethan!” Elizabeth cried out, banging on the door with all of her might, “Ethan! We’re late! Get up and move it before I kick down your door!” She demanded, only leaving once she heard movement on the other side of the door.

Those words were the first thing to greet him that morning. Ethan Coben slowly opened his eyes at the sound of his sister pounding on his door and shouting at him to get up. One quick glance at the clock he kept by his bed proved they were incredibly late for their first day- not like he cared, of course. However, despite his lack of care, he still rose from the bed and began dressing. After all, he didn’t want Eliza to break down his door. At least not so early.

“Mornin’ sleepyheads,” came a voice behind him. He turned around and was greeted with a beautiful, naked woman laying down beside him. He remembered bringing her home last night, and remembered the night they spent together. He’d foolishly imagined she would’ve left after he’d gone to sleep. Apparently, he’d thought wrong.

“I will never understand why women like to spend the night after a one night stand. It just makes everything awkward, y´know?” Ethan commented, putting on a pair of clean underwear and looking underneath his mountains of clothing to find his uniform pants.

“Only women, huh?” Came another voice, this time from behind the woman. Ethan turned around, to find an incredibly handsome man, who was as naked as the woman, smiling at him triumphantly. He remembered him too, only his presence made him scared rather than proud like the woman’s did. It wasn’t like he didn’t recognize last night’s conquest; he was rather proud of them, as a matter of fact. He just didn’t want to face the risk of anyone finding out he’d been having sex with another man.

“You know what I mean,” grumbled Ethan, “alright, get out. Both of you. I can’t have anyone finding out you’re here,” Ethan commanded, opening his window and motioning for them to climb out.

“Aren’t we in, like, the third floor? We can’t jump down from here!” The man exclaimed, now dressing with the woman. In response, Ethan walked to his closet and retrieved a rather long wooden ladder, which was wrapped in order to fit inside. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to sneak out his lovers from the window. Good thing professionals like Ethan came prepared.

After making sure the ladder was secure and giving each of his lovers a kiss goodbye, Ethan walked down the hall to their living room. Where his sister was already checking their things and making sure nothing was missing. She walked around the place, picking up random books, examining them, and either placing them back on the table or inside the brown bag that hung from her neck and reached her waist.

“Uniform, checked. Books, checked. Ethan, surprisingly checked. Breakfast? We’ll take protein bars. Cousin Bella sitting on our couch, checked. Wait- Bella?” There she was. Their older platinum-haired cousin sitting comfortably on their couch wearing one of Eliza’s pijamas. “W-what are you doing here? How did you even get inside?”

“The wife kicked me out, again. So I decided to crash with you for some time. Although, I’m sensing I’ll have the apartment for myself for quite some time. Oh, and Eliza, dear? Hiding the keys under the mat is so cliche. You might want to change the spot, ” replied their cousin with a smirk.

“Classic Bella,” commented Ethan with a bright smile, finally buttoning up his white shirt.

“Right, right. Bella, seeing as you’re doing nothing at the moment, could you please drive us to the Academy?” asked Eliza. Yes, she and her brother knew how to drive. However, seeing as their appearance made them look as if they’d just fought a tenebrae, Eliza considered they could use the ride to the school to at the very least brush their hair. “If you do it, I’ll convince Pene to forgive you for whatever you did now,”

“Sold!” Belladonna exclaimed, jumping from the couch and heading towards the door. “Move it kids! Last one out pays for the gas!”

They eventually managed to make it to the Academy, ridiculously late, but as presentable as they could be. Eliza ran through the halls, dragging a reluctant Ethan behind her, as they searched for the classroom they were supposed to be in. Eventually, they reached room 2B, where they’d been told the arcane class was being held by a fellow student passing by.

“Ethan, before I go in. Let me remind you one last time to behave yourself. I don’t want to hear you’ve been skipping class or harassing other students. And if you do, I’ll-”

“Make sure I regret it. Sure, sis. Your headaches are so frightening, I think I might cry!” Ethan mocked. “Don’t worry, Liz. I’ll be the best goody-two-shoes the world has ever seen. Tell me, when have I ever let you down? Actually, don’t answer that. See you later, genesis,” he said, emphasising the word genesis with a sarcastic tone. Before departing, Ethan gave his sister a kiss on the cheek and began making his way towards the training grounds.

Unlike his sister, Ethan radiate confidence. He didn’t care if the professors were mad at him for being late, or if his fellow classmates judged him. In fact, he rather enjoyed the extra attention. Once he arrived to the training ground, the first thing that caught his attention was the students trying to fight a tenebrae that seemed to be a monkey. He laughed, and brought his hands together for a single clap.

“It’s never boring with us elementals, is it?” He exclaimed, making sparks come out of his fingertips in excitement. “Stand back, losers. See how a real professional takes care of things,”

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[Aster]

• Jasmine Bermout •​

Following an orderly system is the pillar which the Genesis house was found on and punctuality was only one of the main principles. Naturally, for the president of the said house, Jasmine Bermout took it upon herself to not only arrive on time but 15 minutes earlier. The first day of the new semester was no difference.

There were new students and minor changes in schedules. Jasmine’s remained relatively unchanged but having Zander, Genesis’ Vice-president, join her anima training class was one adjustment she could get used to. It was much easier to discuss plans for the affiliation in person than over paperwork. With the screening of new Genesis’ members, recruitment became a heavy workload on the leaders’ hands’ and that wasn’t even counting the preparations of the beach trip as an affiliation. There was bound to be some sort of friendly rivalry during the trip and Jasmine was not going to have Genesis fall short.

”Who the hell is Mr. Wolfe?” Zander asked, leaning back into his seat.

The name alone was enough to warrant a wry smile from the auburn brunette. Wolfe, while droning in speech, was a character not to mess with.

“Arcane lecturer for Anima Training class. He also teaches Introduction to Tenebrae and Imperia history,” Jasmine replied, both hoping and doubting the description rings any bell. It was a feat to not fall asleep during those classes, but Genesis members (leaders especially) were known to be disciplined in both body and mind.

“He graduated top of his class in Landon University after becoming a Magister at age 17. He’s one of Imperia’s prodigy magisters,” she added, quietly. Typical for Jasmine to have done her research.

As the class progressed, pairs were formed on Wolfe’s instruction. Knowing Wolfe and having been in his class for four years, Jasmine knew that the man isn’t one to slack on training, even on freshmen. They’d most likely jump straight into the hard stuff, much to the freshmen’s dismay.

While Wolfe may be branded a cruel and harsh teacher, his teachings helped them to prepare for the difficult challenges up ahead. Not even Jasmine would go against his methods.

Still, she didn’t think they’d be doing illusion training so soon. Seeing the junior’s lost faces, Jasmine wondered if she should’ve partnered up with a freshman instead to help them out.

“You need to stop babying them, Jas. How are they ever going to learn if you keep mothering them?”

Uncannily, her friends’ words ran through her mind as a small rebuke. Zander, Ajax, even Kat had told her of this in the past, and Jasmine had limited her babying to the Genesis guild members.

”You guys be partners. I’m gonna go scout the room.”

“Will you be okay on your own?” Jasmine asked, surprised to see that her usual right hand man was not going to be either Bobbi or her partner.

“Of course. Who do you take me for, Pres?”

Jasmine couldn’t help but offer a wry smile at his confident smirk. She shrugged it off, merely raising a curious brow when he paired up with Syndicate’s (or well, you could say Requiem’s) playboy.

The new semester was really kicking off in unexpected ways. First Zander and now, even Bobbi. It had been months (maybe even years?) since the redhead had a solid conversation with the girl. Things had changed since they took up their positions--Jasmine as President and Bobbi as an Elite. She can’t recall the last time they sat together but it was nice to have her back, bittersweet as it was.

Seeing no reason to hold onto the past, Jasmine acted as she always had when Bobbi was around. Their friendship was timeless and beyond meaningless grudges for previous avoidances. While there was no concrete evidence for Bobbi ignoring Jasmine, she was sure the brunette had her reasons for doing so. With Jensen there to support her, the redhead chose not to worry but trust her friend to come back when she felt ready.

It seems she was now.

“Didn’t have time. With the new term starting, Genesis would have to focus its efforts on recruiting capable members. We can’t afford to fall behind Pandora and Syndicate,” Jasmine answered, stifling a yawn.

She glares at Bobbi half-heartedly and gently flicks the girl’s forehead to stop. “You know… with your abilities, you can easily pass, can’t you?” Jasmine inquiries, wondering if Bobbi’s sleep anima abilities can cancel out Wolfe’s illusion.

If Bobbi made Wolfe sleep, would she be making an illusion of Wolfe sleep or the actual Wolfe? Would his illusion still be in play if he does fall asleep? Such curious questions had never came to mind before and it was thoughts like this which frustrated and confused most students, trapping them in their doubt.

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Interactions: Bobbi Skryx | Zander Elenion Aura
Mentions: Kai Sadistic Sweetheart
Location: Classroom 2-D
Post: 1

 

[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Malachai Walker
Classroom 2B || Challenged
Tags: Elenion Aura

To say that Malachai was used to simply getting what he wanted would be an understatement. He didn't exactly have to work hard to get attention from people and, even without using his anima, getting people to do as he asked generally wasn't a problem either. When someone's behavior deviated from this norm, it caught his interest. Because he expected Zander to just tell him what his anime was, the actual response caught him off guard. The dark haired boy's smirk told him the restraint wasn't mean-spirited. It sparked something inside Kai; he loved this sort of challenge and he didn't get presented with it often. He tilted his head to the side and shot the boy a quizzical look. Now, he was curious about the boy's anima. He made note to try and see what he could find out through the grapevine about it - that was generally how he found information that people didn't want to give him. Getting intel was almost a sort of hobby for him. Kai loved knowing things about other people, even if those things don't seem relevant at the time. He never knew when it would come in handy and he'd rather know than not know. For example, he knew that one of the girls he'd seen earlier had a parent who had a high level position in their government. It didn't matter currently, but it could help in the long run.

When Zander declined to use his anima on him, Kai pouted. Like a child being told he couldn't get the toy he wanted at a store, Kai pouted. He was disappointed that he wouldn't get to see what the other boy's anima would be able to do to him. His curiosity had been piqued. The quick alternative, however, made his pouting disappear. He flashed a smile when the prospect of using his anima came up. He raised an eyebrow at the challenge, ready to take him up on it. "Whatever you want, babe," he said simply before focusing his concentration on the Genesis Vice President. He mentally reached out for Zander's energy, and wasn't surprised to find that it wasn't particularly malleable at first contact. He began working away at the defenses, trying to will the infatuation to take root. The way Zander talked about mental strength, Kai couldn't help but laugh. "It's obvious that you've got physical strength down," Kai mentioned, eyes flickering from the boy's eyes to his body and back, "but your brain's a muscle too. It needs as much training as the rest of your body." It helped to keep a conversation going while he was trying to manipulate his opponent's feelings because of the distraction it provided. He was lucky that he was good enough at multitasking that he could work away at people while talking to them.

Kai's fingers absentmindedly ran through his hair as he leaned forward. "You know, it's hard to tell if your mental defenses are low or if you've just got a thing for me already," he teased. He was pouring his concentration and energy into getting Zander to fall for his anima. He was, in fact, hitting Zander with his best shot. After being challenged, the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint. He felt a strong need to try and impress the boy sitting across from him for some reason he couldn't quite figure out.

 

[Makomin]

Uriah Kershaw

Interaction: Rob and Catherine
Mentions:Rob Skryx and Aster
Location: Academy Field
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Should he stay down or-

That was the last thought Uriah Kershaw had as he felt a weighed on his literal head. Well, his snake head to be exact. For someone of her size, she sure packed quite a weight on his head. But then again, law of physics and power. He was about to give his last shred of encouragement to Rob when he too, found the other male on the floor beside him. Yeap, they were dead.

"That will teach you two about punctuality," Catherine said with a small smirk of her own as Uriah changed back from his Basilisk form. He was about to try standing up when she placed each of her foot on top of both their backs, pressing them down yet again to the cold, hard floor before sighing and making a very noticeable cringe. "Do the both of you have even a shred of decency?" She then look up at the other students with almost a face of disgust before saying, "Someone go call Nurse Aaron, would you?"

Almost immediately, a female student made her way to the Student Ward to get a hold of their resident nurse who could always be found in the ward or the teachers' lounge. Unfortunately, he was in the latter enjoying some morning coffee when he was interrupted by two 'very naked and injured male students' who were currently on the Academy Field. By the time he arrived, it almost seemed like Rob and Uriah were in a very compromising position as the former had his arm draped across the other male's back as he spoke.

"Let's get Kaia to get us some ice-" A loud cough was heard behind them and Uriah was about to stand up when Catherine once again, place her foot back on each of their backs.

"Oh no, you won't. Nurse Aaron, please get these boys covered and patched up immediately." She said with another sigh.

"Of course-" Nurse Aaron was about to reply when his eyes laid upon the two indeed very naked males on the floor. He felt his non-existent blood pressure rise slightly at the sight of the infamous males. They usually had another female student with them but Aaron didn't mind her that much. He especially wished that they didn't keep asking him for a guy. Who knows why.

Sighing, Nurse Aaron immediately threw two sheets onto the males before saying, "Wrap yourselves or bandages aren't the only I'll be cutting." in a low voice as he gestured to the other students who were staring at them.

"But they've already seen-" Uriah was about to say when he was cut off by Catherine and Nurse Aaron's glares. He then carefully slipped sheets under him before standing up and helping Rob up with his. They then made their way to the Student Ward with Nurse Aaron following behind them with a disapproving look.

 

[Aster]

• Ophelia Sinclair •​

Ophelia hated mind games, which came as an irony considering how she was a master at the subject. Her very anima gave her the freedom of such and yet, being trapped in someone else's was living a mockery.

"Determine what is real from what isn't."

That was Wolfe's task, so why did they have to partner up then? Ophelia cast a glance at Persephone, wondering if the redhead would want to pair up, though she really couldn't blame her if she didn't. The blonde had used her anima on her just moments ago. Anyone in the right mind would be wary.

"Seph, I'm going to pair up with Eliza over there," Ophelia said, pointing a finger at the Genesis prefect who just entered the room. "It'll be good for Syndicate if we got to know the future president of Genesis a little better." Although it was never officially stated, anyone can observe that Jasmine was prepping the Coben girl to take over her role soon.

Walking over to the brunette, Ophelia smiled. "Need a partner?" she offered, eyes glinting as she tried to recall what Eliza's anima was. She rarely saw the Genesis prefect in action but from what she knew, it was also something which affected the mind like her own.

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[Makomin]

Persephone Vandegraft

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"Maybe this term would be less noisy."
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At this moment, Persephone felt as though she really wouldn't mind getting swallowed up by a tenebrae.

Her whole existence on this planet was to just mellow out among others, especially at an Academy like Requiem whereby everyone knew you were either going to die or be a magister in the future. She wanted nothing but a quiet and peaceful life but that went downhill when she was already called out by Mr Wolfe on the first day of class.

Great, just great.

It wasn't so much the embarrassment that got her, it was the fact that people would remember it and usually have two responses: Pity her or remember this event as an important one in her life. Malachi was already supplying the first option to her.

When Ophelia said that she was going to pair up with someone else, Persephone nodded. She guessed it was best to try and, as Ophelia put it, 'place herself out there', especially after this.

"When I said free test the limits of reality, I meant it. If all of you just plan on looking around and stare at each other, feel free to form a line for those who are ready to accept a failing grade." Harry Wolfe said as he crossed his arms before making his way down the middle row of students.

Explore.

The redhead looked around before noting another redhead female and a blond. She hadn't seen them around that much before but she assumed they were in Pandora or Genesis. Maybe the latter. They didn't look like they were the loud and troubling kind.

Moving her way across the classroom, Persephone made her way to stand behind the duo before giving her best casual smile (when she in fact, looked quite nervous).

"Hi, I'm Persephone." Was all the redhead say as she greeted the both of them

 

[Makomin]

Orion Walker @Smol Bird & Kaye Nightingale Sasil || Classroom 2B || "So much of effort needed"

That ended 'well'.

Usha didn't waste her time watching the fight. She knew it would end in either Wolfe taking them down or....Wolfe taking them down but more mercilessly. However, she noted how the blonde one, Ophelia, was given the instructions to take down two against herself. Their teacher probably saw her as someone who wasn't an idiot. She made a note of approaching her later, after class.

On another note, she felt slightly bad for the red-haired female. She wouldn't want to be up there, do nothing and be defeated. Now, Usha had to figure out how to get out of this 'illusion' or so called, reality.

She gave an annoyed sigh before turning to face Ori. He didn't reply back to her yet but he seemed as though he was on board with practically anything she wanted to do. Before he could say anything, she stood up and faced him.

By any means, huh?

She looked back at Ori who just smiled at her before asking, "Are you real? Can I punch you to see whether you're real?"

Before he could say anything, Usha Kershaw landed one directly on his nose. She knew she couldn't actually hit him too hard. She wasn't trying to get suspended but detention wasn't the worst thing in the world. At least she'll get the satisfaction of having Uriah get lectured on about 'handling' her at school. But then again, he too, was another issue. A few students looked their way and their eyes spoke volume of what they thought of her and how scared they suddenly were of her and of what could happen next.

The male seemed alright except for maybe a tear or two that was forced out of his eyes due to the sudden impact on his face.

At that, she decided that it would be best to try and pair up with someone else. Who knew, maybe she could entertain herself.

Usha then spotted a brunette female by the side before deciding to walk up to her, "Usha, a pleasure I'm sure. What's your name?"

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[Aster]

• Jasmine Bermout •​

Maybe her timing was bad or maybe the Goddess just felt like testing the redhead, but it just so happened that the moment Persephone made her introduction, Jasmine had very much taken Wolfe’s advice literally.

‘Test the limits of reality.’ he said and in response, Jasmine decided to create a massive magma ball, blasting it through the classroom’s right wall.

She had specifically chosen that wall as it one of the exterior walls to the building, leaving the giant magma ball to not only burn a massive hole through but also letting it drop down to the ground floor without any additional damages.

Had she chosen the left wall which lead to the hallway and other classrooms, she doubted she’d be able to cover the costs of the damages IF it really wasn’t an illusion at all.

The gaping hole left the students sitting near that side traumatized and they all backed up from the redhead President and her partner.

“I do hope this is an illusion,” Jasmine muses to herself, one hand on her cheek. “Genesis would have to go on a budget for awhile if it isn’t.”

Sensing someone behind her, the auburn head turned, facing Persephone. The loud destruction of the building had overpowered her introduction so Jasmined failed to catch what she said.

“Yes?”

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