Fantasy Falador Academy

[iShyShy]

Leo lifted his arm to argue, but realized that Mr.Tapio was having none of it. Leo would have to accept defeat in this situation for once so he shrugged, "Alright Mr.Tapio, the offer stands." Even though the relationship between teacher and student was very strong at Falador, Leo still couldn't help but want to be more respectful toward those with the teacher title, they had the title for a reason. Leo watched as Mr.Santana slowly made his way out of the gym, like he had been beaten up badly by what he had went through with himself and the obvious guilt he must have felt for allowing harm to come to the students, but each and every one of them knew the dangers before going into the game. Leo let out a sigh. Poor Mr.Santana, not only does he care about the students but he has to deal with that scythe at the same time. Hopefully the pub will help him out later. Without knowing what to do since Mr.Tapio didn't seem to be interested in him, Leo interlocked his hands behind his head as he listened to the reason they were kept behind. First thing was that they needed to recover, Zia especially, which Leo agreed with. He took a look at the spot where the wound had been on her neck prior to him fixing it and only saw the dried blood that was now left over. Luckily she seemed alright for the most part, energetic as usual, and expected to see the her in her normal prime at the pub later on at least until Mr.Tapio said she was only allowed two drinks. Leo's eyes widened in shock, That's...impossible. She never has less than 5! Thankfully Tehuri was put in charge of making sure that happened because Zia would not listen to anyone else and vice versa for Tehuri and the blood tablets... for the most part. Leo instantly let out a choking laugh that he tried to hide by turning into a fake cough when Mr.Tapio said the word 'besties'. From all people, he was the last person anyone would ever hear that from but Leo recovered quickly and stuck his hands in his pockets. That's when Leo heard his name be spoken, Ah, that's why he wanted me here...great...I'm done for. They're going to get by me somehow but I have to try. He looked at the girls with a guilty, sorry look since he now felt like the 'bad guy' though what he was doing was protecting them from themselves and it was for the best then looked back to Mr.Tapio, "Yeah. It'll be a smooth night." Hopefully. He could feel the hatred burning through him from Tehuri's eyes but he tried to not let it bother him but her flirty, slightly seductive voice had traveled to his ears and sent a chill through his body. From what, he wasn't sure but it definitely effected him since he wasn't prepared. He looked away quickly to play it off, hoping that it would just blow by. That wasn't something he was exactly used to and was completely different from Ash's comments from earlier.


Zia's eyes were closed so she barely heard Mr.Santana leave the gym though she still knew he was probably just as tired as she was and probably a lot more upset with what had happened to everyone. She kept her head on Tehuri's shoulder for only a moment longer when Mr.Tapio started talking, her whiny voice must have made him feel at least some guilt...or annoyed him enough to make him want to get this over with since he said they would need to recover but she was not prepared for his next statement. She jumped up, "What?! Only two? I can pay for them easily, Mr.Tapio, but that's no fun!" She looked at Tehuri just in time to see the wink and felt a little better knowing that she would be able to sneak a few extra with her in charge. The news of the blood tablets wasn't the best but Zia wouldn't be too much of a stickler on them with Tehuri since she knew she hated them. She doesn't need them anyway, she has control... for the most part. People just need to stop getting hit. "No need to apologize, as you can see, I'm fine." She said with a gentle yet playful smile. She was forcing it a bit but she really didn't feel too bad right now. At this point the plan was simple, get Tehuri to get her more drinks to have through the night. The fact that he called them besties made her giggle a bit but that ended when Mr.Tapio brought up the catch and Zia's heart sunk... I can't let that happen...Maybe we can guilt Leo into not blinding her. He's easy to mess with. Of all things, of course he had to pick the goody two shoes boy to watch the two of them. She waited for Tehuri to get up and faintly heard her tease and she smirked. Hell yeah, she's up to it again. Party time!!! Guilt can be a plan B. "Sure, totally clear Mr.Tapio. We wont need much sleep, but sounds like a plan." She let out before walking out the gym and into the hall with Tehuri, playfully bumping into her and looking with a devilish smile, "You're totally going to mes-" The steps of a hurrying Leo appeared behind them. He had run to catch up to the girls, "Guys let's just... make it an easy night, alright? It's been a rough day and it's really for the best of everyone." Zia spun around sassily, "Then just let me drink like you told me to earlier and everything will be fine. We'll see you later." With that small exchange, Zia pulled Tehuri to the hall with their rooms which were luckily right next to each other and Leo retired to his room to clean up after being shot down so harshly.


Leo simply took a quick hot shower, letting the heat relax his muscles while he mentally prepared for the evening with a pep talk. "You can do this, the others can help too if need be. It's to keep everyone safe and there's nothing to worry about." While he paced his room, putting his clothes on one article every few minutes, he stood shirtless in his room while his stomach growled. He held it in his hands, Food...but it's early. He hopped onto his bed and closed his eyes, it was best he was rested for later.


Zia on the other hand hung in her doorway for a moment, designating a time with Tehuri, "Alright power nap for 30 minutes then shower and picking an outfit to wear while calculating a master plan? I think that's the best though you seem to have an idea of your own."


(Sorry for the length... I wanted to add more but I went crazy enough as it is. I love going back and seeing the colors light up the black plain wall of text.)

 

[Zylvia]

Aislinn stepped into the carpeted corridor of the dormitory out of breath and clutching at the stitch in her side. The elevators had chosen today of all days to stop working and left her with no choice but to climb seven flights of stairs. Typical. She shook her head with a small smile. Lady Luck truly did not favour her. Well, screw you too. Nasty old woman. It took a moment to fish her keys out of the pocket of her jeans. As the door swung open soundlessly, a wave of chilled air hit her, rousing Ash like a slap in the face. She entered, enjoying the familiar feel of comfort and safety. She tossed her keys carelessly onto the tabletop, where they landed with a lonely clang. Ash flopped down onto the bed, so exhausted she was barely conscious. Vaguely, she was aware that she stunk and was in desperate need of a shower, but the temptation of sleep whispered in her mind. She shut her eyes, and let everything fade to black.


Aislinn ran from something she couldn't see, and didn't dare glance behind her to look. All she knew was the flight. All she could feel, understand and think was the fear. She'd never been so scared in her entire life. The road was clear, empty of all living things except her and her pursuer. There was no help coming. Her lips parted in a silent scream, and she urged herself to run faster, to escape the terror choking her. Something wrapped itself around her ankle, sinking into her flesh like dozens of cold fangs. It jerked backwards, tugging her foot from right out under her. A head of purple dropped to the ground. Ash let out another soundless yell as she hit the ground, flailing madly. Common sense deserted her. If she looked back, she'd die - she was sure of it. The ground slid under her, exposing the soft skin of her belly to the rocky ground. It scraped and tore into her skin as the fangs around her ankle dragged her backwards. "Help me! No! Help me! HELP!"





Aislinn woke up with the echoes of her own screams still bouncing around her room. A cold sheen of sweat covered her body. She shivered despite the warmth of her room. Shakily, she sat up and passed a hand over her face. Not again? What the hell? It had felt far too realistic to be just any nightmare. She swallowed. It was the fifth night in a row she'd had the exact same dream, always waking up the exact same way. Fear swelled in her. Something was happening to her; she just had to find out what. With a deep breath, the young woman stood, only to fall back down with a cry of pain. Surprised, Ash looked down at her ankle. Bright blue eyes widened in surprise. There, where she'd been grabbed in her dream, protruded a small ring of white spikes. She recognised the material immediately. Bones. She gasped, feeling a fresh wave of fear and confusion. This hadn't happened in her previous experiences before. Her power had never been out of control. She quickly absorbed them back into her body, eying the little holes suspiciously as they dribbled droplets of blood. The young woman heaved another deep sigh, hoping nobody had heard her mad yelling in her dream state. Who am I kidding? The walls here are thinner than paper.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

(Lets see......)


Christian continued on to his dorm room. Shading his blood dripping mouth with his left hand whilst he did so. It was best he didn't show up at the bar tonight. He wouldn't want anyone seeing him as such. Once again picking up the pace, he burst into the dormitory hall, rushing through the shadows of the corridors. Occasionally hitting the sides and corners of the walls and corners he had to cross or turn on, Christian abruptly stopped in the middle of the hall, coughing numerous times, but ultimately keeping his hand shaded over his lips.


Christian wanted to simply return to his room so he could hurry up and drink the blood he already had. Forcing himself to venture onward, Christian sauntered up the first set of steps, before turning another corner and rushing down the hall. Finally, it was his room. Dammit, stupid blood. Christian stood still only moments after bursting through his own door, leaning his back against it after slamming it shut with all his might seconds before.


Christian then began rummaging through his drawers, doing his best to uncover his hidden blood. If not, he didn't know what would happen, and truthfully didn't want to find out. Finally uncovering his source, he snatched it up hungrily, stuffing the packet between his thin lips.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

Kinokira halted from her pacing, exhaled, and walked over to the window. The snow covered the ground like a blanket, and coated the branches on the forest trees. A few people stood outside, which seemed so far away. Her room was on the second story, and all she normally did was watch nature as time went on. At one point, she opened her window. A gust of wind blew into her warm room, which whistled in her ears and brushed the tufts in her ears with cold air. At this point, her mind was soothed but one thought stuck in her mind. 'I could use a cigarette, or a drink. Either way, haven't had either in a year. But...' She sighed, shaking her head at the thought. 'Of course, I'm prohibited to smoke or have more than 3 drinks.' Some of the school knew about how far she's been behind in her work because of the time she's spent in a mental hospital. I'll go to the gathering. Only for a drink, though.' Kinokira sighed, and decided that she should get ready. She closed her window and shut her curtains, then locked her door. Quickly, she undressed and turned on the hot water in the shower. It took a minute to heat up, then took her shower...


Twenty minutes later, she finished up and shut off the water to get dressed.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

The snow continued to fall, painting the ground with a brilliant glowing white. Like tiny pieces of paper, snowflakes drifted down from the sky and landed on earth. With each winter storm, brought a cold wind. Now shivering and skin frozen to the touch, the young French woman slowly opened her eyes to the sight of white specks floating onto the windowsill. The flakes crowded around her like a mob. Even a few had managed to settle in her black hair, clearly visible against each strand. The cigarette that used to be securely grasped between her fingers was now gone. It must have fallen, or had been stolen by the wind.


Ignoring the icy chill she felt, Violette slid off of the windowsill and stretched. Her hands reached out towards the window, pulling it down with a clunk and locking away the cold. The familiar warmth of the dorm room returned as heat blasted from the vents near the floor. Muttering something in French, she scolded herself for falling asleep, on the windowsill of all places. Her body longed for the hot water available in her bathroom. Eventually, she gave in to the temptation.


Turning the valve beneath the shower head, a swift hiss was heard as it switched on. Water streamed out. She ran a hand under it, quickly retreating her arm after realizing the water was not yet warm. Stripping away her clothes and folding them onto the bathroom counter, steam began to cloud the room. She opened the clear glass door of the shower, and stepped in. Violette was welcomed with relaxing warm water, and the slight scent of lilac that wavered off from her shampoo bottle.


An hour later...





The French woman slipped on a black dress that brushed just barely against the carpet. It hugged her curves beautifully, and expressed elegance all at the same time. Since the back of the dress was backless, the violet rose tattoo was completely visible. Her lips were full and outlined with a delicate shade of red. As usual, Violette's black hair reached below her hips. The French woman let out a sigh, collapsing onto the bed and sinking into the mattress. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment. The pack of cigarettes lay beside her, a single slot missing out of the remaining 19. Her mouth longed for the taste of red wine. She wondered when everyone was meeting for drinks.


Hopefully soon.

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[Fallenwhisper]

Mason, embarrased by Mr.Santana's questions pulled her sleeved down further, ensuring even the lowest scar was not visible. Feeling the cool air plummet across her exposed neck and legs, she gave a light shiver before looking desperately to the door. The tenptation to flle to thr buildings warmth was great, but out of respect she dared not move. Along her tampered dress, the back was exposed till just before her bra strap, this showing her patterned tattoo, in form of a baseless triangle, tip down, it began at her shoulders peaks till just above her forth vertebra. Inside the bold lined point lay aztec like symbols and patterns. Her back was a no zone for cuts and her confidence lay in showing it off.

 

[Bullet]

He smiled thoughtfully, observing Mason behind the frame of his glasses. He'd noticed her movement to cover her arms, though it was understandable; the weather had taken a turn for the worse recently, a dreadful cold front passing over the past few days. It brought plenty of snow and gray skies, hovering somberly over the academy. Furthermore, she'd emerged into the cold wearing a dress that, though the fabric appeared warm, can't have been too comfortable in snowy weather, despite its long sleeves.


The thought reminded him, however, that he'd been keen to notice she barely exposed her arms in general. As one of his more studious pupils, her academic well-being was less of an issue. In those cases, he tended to worry for their welfare outside of the classroom. After all, this was their new home, at least for the time being. With no parental figures to turn to, and without their prying, concerned eyes, students tended to keep to themselves, or their own companions. Personal issues and struggles remained locked away in their own personal prison, he found. He couldn't help but want to provide some guidance in those instances, but perhaps he was over-thinking the whole situation; maybe she simply preferred long sleeves. 'She seems uncomfortable enough as it is, let me not prod into her personal life. Not likely a student would want to confide in their teacher anyways.'


Alejandro cleared his throat, the cold doing it no favors. "Ah, apologies, Ms. Kele, I didn't mean to keep you out in this cold, and you likely would prefer to go along with your fellow classmates over a dull teacher such as myself." He offered with an apologetic smile. "Oh, and here." He reached around and unraveled the scarf that circled his neck, folding it over in his hand and holding out to her. "It seems you might need it more than me, and you can always drop it off at my office or return it to me at the bar, if you plan to head there with us. Your dress, although pretty, doesn't seem like it's doing a good job at keeping you warm. It's the least I can offer for my behavior earlier..."


He winced at the memory, of the scythe crashing into the tree mere inches from her figure. The fortunate circumstances of her ability and the tree trunk avoided catastrophe in that moment. He remembered the fear in her eyes, of a person she should have been able to trust, nearly taking her life. Borrowing a scarf wouldn't make up for such a thing. "Though if you don't have much winter clothing, you are welcome to hold onto it as long as you'd like." He exhaled deeply. "I won't hold you here any longer." He turned his back to her, adjusting his spectacles before glancing upwards, the melting snow on his face far from enough to wash away his memories.

 

[Fallenwhisper]

Mason gave a small shift among her feet, scarf extended in Mr.Santana's hand. Her trust in him had waivered and had continued to fluxuate, but she had known him for some time. He and a few other teachers had been the only adults she had become accustom to in years. Her parents had stopped writing a year ago and her siblings had shunned her long before that.


Taking the scarf cautiously, she held it awkwardly at first before pulling it around her throat in an attempt to shun out the cold winds.


She struggled to push out the memories of earlier from her head. She allowed Mr.Santana believe she would have let that blade through her body. In any other circumstance she would have without hesitation, but her control, her decisive side had disipated like shattered glass in that moment. Seeing someone like that, a human, someone she knew, it was strangely terrifying and made her stomach boil.


Watching him turn his back, her face went numb, words hardly forming at her frozen lips, she finally was able to take in a frosty breath.


"Thanks," she whispered, before heading towards the door in a brisk pace. Snow slapped her red cheeks, nose nearly about to run, she was bitterly cold, so cold her body had tricked her into thinking the winds were warm.


She didn't show off, but out of nessesity she passed through the door, recklessly. A school of this calibeer, silver wasn't rare. Last time she had tried passing through a silver plated door knobe she had thrown up her stomach and had a nasty fever the rest of the night.


Finally in the warm air, she gave a sigh of relief. The scarf was tight along her neck, she liked it. She would freshen up, and head down to the bar. This time out she would wear some tights.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

A mirror laid next to her bed on the floor, about 1 meter tall. Kinokira looked in the mirror, combing her pale fingers through her thick, dark red hair. Then, tugged at her large shirt to pull it down more over her legs, the black color made her skin skin look like light and soft. The sleeves covered her arms, and her blue skinny jeans hugged around her legs. Her tail curled behind her, waving slowly back and forth. Sharp, healing cuts covered her arms and upper thighs, which were hidden by her clothing. They were not fresh, and have been there since she was 16. Next, she picked up her brush and put on her eyeliner, then eyeshadow, mascara, and blush. It looked as though it were a light indie scene style. Then, she placed a crochet black beanie, custom made so that her ears could fit through a hole. Her ears shifted to the top of her head, pointing to the sky, and the red tuft hung loosely inside. She sighed, and half smiled at herself before she stood up, then travelled towards her brown, wood door.


http://goo.gl/2iDl1Q (Shirt)


http://goo.gl/DajF0A (Jeans)


http://goo.gl/SI7lq1 (Makeup)

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Felix was as he had expected forgetting all about the modern world around him. He easily got lost in the world of old paper and elegant written words. A society where poetry was the way to a girls heart and there truly was an eye for natures beauty. However it became pretty clear in the sonnet he was reading now not only women were loved by men.


How oft when thou, my music, music play’st


Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds


With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st


The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,


Do I envy' those jacks that nimble leap


To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,


Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,


At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand.


To be so tickled they would change their state


And situation with those dancing chips,


O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,


Making dead wood more blest than living lips.


  Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,


  Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.


As he finished the poem, the earlier world he had been thinking about had fallen apart as the grande piano came to his mind. They had one in the music room but also the Commons room had one, though at times it stood in the bar. Does Leonore play the piano? That thought was so sudden and unexpected that a dark blush ran up his cheeks and he almost let the book slip through his fingers. He blinked his hazel eyes as his attention was taken by a knock on the door and a female voice that called his name. Quickly he jumped down the window still, leaving Shakespeare and the interesting yet unwanted thoughts behind as he trailed over to open the door. "Hey Hespera" He greeted the girl with still a soft pink colour on his cheeks as he opened the door. His gaze was quickly lowered "A book?" He asked, though it was a complete logical question. It was not the first time the girl had found her way to his door and their styles of liking were pretty much the same. However his brain still needed a moment to work through his sudden thought earlier and the weird feeling in his chest that had dropped when the knock was not answered with a male voice. "Sure, what would you want to read? I would totally recommend Eternal Devices, since you liked Mortal Instruments right?" He kept rambling, something he always did when nervous or unsure about things. He walked over to one of the many shelves where he kept his most recent books, taking out the once he was talking about. "Or would you rather read the Divergent series? It is quite nice, bit like Hunger Games" He continued his meaningless ramble, all to hide his own confusion. His eyes were everywhere but on the girl and the book he had just been reading, while he tried to keep his brain occupied with books he could offer. Though his mind was randomly reminding him off pianos and the feeling of being in Leo's arms earlier. The taste had still lingered on his lips, or was he imagining that too now. Get out of my head... you are not suppose to be in here... Gosh SKYGGE I hate you.. It had not been the first time that rebel boy had sent him down this path of confusion and conflicted feelings, yes somehow this felt different. Suddenly the alarm rang and he almost jumped, gripping the books he was holding tighter. Right, dinner. He tried to smoothen his face, hoping his cheeks weren't highlighted anymore as he turned around to face the lady in his room. "I can drop them off later if you want? Or are you not interested in going towards the bar?" He asked as he placed the books on a little table. For once even goody two shoes Felix desperately needed a drink. Gently he lead the girl out of his room again, eager to leave the book and weird atmosphere behind. He sighed as he closed the door and turned towards the bar, just hoping that Leo was still too busy to come out of his room, which was next to his.


Skygge had turned down the water for maybe two whole seconds when he suddenly heard a girl screaming. He frowned as it was a clear desperate call for help. Ash! Waterdroplets were still making their way down his hair and over his smooth skin, tickling the abs and toned muscles on their way as the boy grabbed one of his dark purple towels. Without thinking too much he moved it around his hips as a skirt to at least be covered up a bit and ran out of his room. It would not be the first time he was practically naked in the hallways, though mostly that had different reasons. He heard a cry of pain coming from the door that was next to his. "Ash! You alright?" He asked through the closed door as the knob wouldn't give him access to the room behind it. After such a scream what do you really think, idiot? He took a step back and drew in a breath before ruthlessly throwing himself against the thin and weak door that gave in to the brute force. His hand was just in time to save the towel skirt from slipping as he watched around the room to see what could have made the girl scream. Bewildered dark brown eyes looked around, only to realize there was no one but him in his perfect nakedness and the girl that seemed to have fallen on the bed. "Nightmare again?" He asked as he slowly calmed down. It was not the first time he had been standing in this room, ready to smash in someone face only to find no one else there. The girl had never told him what the dreams were about only pushed him out of the door with the words that it had been a stupid nightmare. He frowned as he noticed the droplets on her ankle, that was certainly not something that happened with dreams. The alarm that told them it was dinner, drinking, time rudely broke through the little awkward silence. A half smile came to his face, knowing that the girl on the bed was not really someone wanting to seem weak or in need of help. "I guess this is where I just take my walk in shame..." He joked as he let his head hung as if he was really ashamed. Sure he was standing naked in a girls room, but he was not one to feel ashamed about that and it was certainly not the first time. He peeked up from underneath his eyelashes to make sure that the girl was alright and there was really nothing around. What could be around, idiot? His free hand ran through his hair before reaching for the bashed down door that seemed to desperately try to hold on to the suspension. "See you in a bit than?" He asked for a last time to make sure that the girl was alright before taking his leave. Gently he tried to close the door behind him, though it softly swayed open again as soon as he took a step away from it. "Sorry for the door again" He said with an apologetic look on his face. This was the second time this week he had bashed her door down and well, apparently the janitor didn't like placing new doors. "First drink will be on me to make up for it" And with those words he tried to close the door once again, before leaving it at what it was. He returned to his room next door, only to get dressed in boxers and pants, before leaving the room again. He casually hung against the wall between his and Ash' room to wait for her as his hair was still letting small drops of water escape.


Tehuri rolled her eyes as Leonore caught up to them, of course the boy wanted to work something out. However before she could turn and let him know that there was nothing that needed to be worked out, Zia had already opened her mouth. A soft smile came to her face as she turned the boy down harshly. This was gonna be a fun night. She looked to her blonde friend, only being taller then her because of the killer heels she wore. "Zia, you just shot that poor boy down so cruelly..." She said, faking the concern and scolding in her voice. It could even have passed as being real if she had not lost the control over her grinning. Yes, people disliked her for her behaviour, but did she care about them? No, not at all. She listened to the option her friends gave as they had reached their rooms, only the wall keeping them from being roommates. Maybe they could tear it down, the teachers didn't have to know right? She pushed those thoughts aside however as she nodded. Her fingers had grasped the door, pushing it open with her hip though. "Just come over whenever you are ready. As for the plan.. I just like to mess with boys, you know that" She said with a smirk once again on her face. She stepped into her room, which had a gothic style to it. "Especially when they are inexperienced and so full of innocence" She yelled out, not caring much for whether Zia would hear her or not. She would simply skip the 30 minutes power nap since the night would give her more energy anyway. Furthermore she needed time to work on her makeup and hair for this. Cocktail night meant cocktail dresses and perfect hair and makeup. Besides her bed was filled with clothes and books and all kind of other stuff at the moment. She rushed through her shower, wrapping a towel around her hair and covering her body with a dark red bathrobe. Her bare feet took her to her walk in closet and she moved over to the part with dresses, she smiled as she picked those she thought were suited for Zia. She had made her mind up long ago as she took the black sparkling dress that left little of her body for imagination. It only covered those places that needed to be covered and was perfect for distracting boys. She choose a simple black thong for underneath and quickly slipped on the tight dress to get used to the feeling. Her shoes would be simple black high heels that had also glitters all over them. Diamonds are a girls best friend after all. She smiled as she picked out several dresses for Zia all in different colours. No matter what she would not let that girl get away with not wearing a dress to a cocktail party. She hung them from the canopy above her bed as she sat down at her vanity to work on her make up and hair. Just as she unraveled and brushed her hair the alarm to indicate it was time for dinner, and the bar would be open, rung loudly. Casually late it is gonna be. She had left the door open, knowing that Zia would come in whenever the girl was ready, while she worked on the cat eye look.


Viriu had not reacted on the girls nor the boys words and their teasing, though it mostly came from the girls. He watched how they made their way to their rooms, wondering how this night would end. Zia is gonna drink more than two drinks. He sighed as he locked all windows and and the doors. With the book still in his hand he locked down the main doors and walked over towards the teachers wing. He stopped at the door of Alejandro, knocking on it and waited for an answer that did not came. He let his feet take him further towards his own room that was quite empty and boring. There was little furniture, yet it was all spotless clean and ordenly. He laid the book on the desk, leaving it there for Mr. Santana to pick up and making a mental note to tell the other teacher about it. He stripped quickly once in the bathroom, taking a cold shower, before checking his ankle. Even with Leonores healing powers the wound still stung as he had let the boy only heal it enough to be closed. The flesh was still red and sore, but nothing he could not survive. Not paying any further attention to it he made his way to the closet that was pretty much only filled with black clothes. He choose a simple pair of paints and a V-neck shirt to go on top. He quickly brushed his long blonde hair, before pulling it into a low ponytail for once. Time to go. With a quick look at the clock he knew it was almost dinner time and he closed the door of his room. He didn't care to lock it as there was nothing to take and if one did he would be able to trace his own energy down quite quickly. With a light tred he moved down the stairs, embracing the cold air as he had taken a back door. The snow and biting air reminded him of his homecountry where he once had been happy as he walked over to a smaller building. It was the Academy's Tavern or Inn, a bit medieval styled on the outside as well as the inside yet provided with everything needed for a modern bar. He sat down on a wooden bench as the bar was light, yet not open for strangers as the staff was preparing everything still. He retrieved a package of cigarettes and patiently light one, knowing the alarm should have rang by the time he had reached the end of it. He made little circles of smoke that was thicker than normal breathe and he was proven right by the time he inhaled the toxic smoke for the last time. He killed the cigarette in an ashtray, before making himself into the warm and cozy bar, taking his seat in the far back of it. "Double wodka" He ordered as he knew the bar wouldn't be empty for long. He swirled the colourless liquid in his glass, before taking his first sip. His blue eyes closed as he enjoyed the burning sensation in his throat, before opening them again to answer the question that was asked. "Just some chicken with fries please" He ordered for a meal. The kitchen would be warm and preparing into the late night as there was no official closing time on Friday.

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outside

inside bar part

Inside dancepart (the back of the tavern)

 

[Fallenwhisper]

Mason stroked her cut black hair that extended just past her ears, she had cut it off in a panic attack some frw months ago, taking out her rage on her waiste long locks of black hair. After the mangled mess of hair was cleaned up, she had little left, and a short new cut. Pitty, she had loved the black curls. Pulling the scarf tight around her neck, she figured she would return it at the night's end.


Ready to go, pea coat on, she hurrid out, locked her door, and trotted down the hall. The long corridors kept her eyes busy looking over the many features. Coming to the exit, she stared out at the white expanse before tentively pushing open the door. Cool air circulated in, blowing back her hair.


The day was not a friendly one and each step hurt as she made her way to the tavern, the wind picking up just slightly.

 

[Lady Luna Ravenswood]

(thou doth knoweth how to tickle thy plaited.............sorry trained Shakespearean actor)


Hespera looked at Felix when he opened the door, he seemed flustered by something. She hoped she did not intrude on anything, or bother him.


"Yes, I just need something to occupy my mind."


She stepped in slightly as he asked her a lot of questions. She wondered what had him acting so strange. She tried to say something but, he sure was talking a lot.


What is up with him.....


She had completely forgotten her alternative motive for coming to see him. She stood on her tiptoes as a smile graced her face. She found his ranting state slightly amusing. She didn't want to admit it though, that would be rude. She didn't ask him if he was alright. it was obvious that whatever bothered him was, something he was trying to not think of.


"Nothing in particular, looking for some new reads mainly."


She jumped slightly at the dinner bell as well, even after being at the school for a while it still caught her off guard. She nodded at his comment.


"Oh, yes if you wish too. I should be in there."


She shook her head when he asked if she was going to the bar.


"I don't drink, it messes with my emotions."


But, she also knew it was the only place to get food. She wondered if she had any granola left.


"But, I may have to if, I do not have any food in my room."


She turned to go back to her room.


"Thank you again Felix. I am sure I would go crazy if you were not here."


She coughed slightly when, then the last cough came out more of a raven like croak. She covered her mouth.


What is up with me tonight? A pack of wolves, now I am croaking......I must be hungry or....


She shook her head, she was sure it was a phase. This wasn't the first time she had accidently made animal noises. It would sometimes happen when she go angry at someone or, when she was deep in though.She also decided that maybe she should go to the bar. If she was to loose control and turn into a raven and, be unable to turn human, she wanted to be around others.


"On second thought, I will go to the bar, no alcohol though."


She didn't want, what could be a little phase, to truly go out of control. She knew that, while she was one of the better results of the military experiment, she was still unstable. She just prayed it stayed at the level it was and, didn't get out of control. She remembered the last time it got out of control, she was stuck as a raven for 2 months. That was the longest, usually it was a day to a few weeks that she would be stuck. She tried not to think about that though, she just needed to remain calm.


I am calm, I am relaxed.........there is nothing to worry about because, all is calm.


She started walking to the bar repeating the her little mantra in her head.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Christian remained with his back up against the entrance to his room, his face being buried inside his palms. He didn't want to go anywhere at all, he'd rather stay locked up until the little...phase was over.


Besides, he would only risk attacking another student just as one of the others did. Groaning slightly, Christian slightly opened his fingers to reveal a vision of the floor below him. Staring blankly at the empty bag of blood, he recovered his irises.


He had gotten what he needed, but wasn't at all sure if it was enough to hold him over. Maybe he should just go to the bar and hang out with the others, but what if something took a turn for the worse in his case?


In absolute confusion, he stood to his feet, opening the door behind himself and sauntering out the door. He had no destination, but simply needed some time to walk around freely while the others were either in their rooms, still in the gym, or getting ready to leave for the bar.


Making it to the iced, snowy ground below, he stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his pants, keeping his gaze fixated towards the ground, hoping absolutely nobody would see him.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

Kinokira looked around the halls, walking slowly to the tavern. Her dress wasn't very fashionable, but she could care less. The cool breeze from the halls hit her skin, goose bumps rose on her arms. It was normal for her to get cold easily, normally she would keep the blankets packed into her closet and a small heater in a corner of her room.


She climbed down the stairway to the main floor, and exited the doors of the academy. On her walk, all she could think about was her social status. She knew the people here, only from the background. All she has ever known was to observe, and has rarely made an approach on other human contact.


By now, she was at the doors of the tavern, one of the few that came or would come early. She saw one of her teachers sitting alone, drinking some alcohol, and waved her hand in his direction while she quietly spoke, "Hello, Mr. Tapio." A smile rose to him, but disappeared when she sat down at a booth seat, looking down at her hands that were folded in front of her on the table.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

The dinner bell rang out eerily throughout the academy, alerting everyone of the drinks and food awaiting them. Violette's eyes shot open at the sound, rising slowly from her bed. The bottom of the black dress swayed slightly as she straightened up to her feet. A sudden urge to hold a cigarette between her lips hit the French woman in a wave. Her lips curled into a delicate smile, shaking her head.


Violette pushed open the door, and stepped out into the hall.


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The wind mixed with the gentle snowflakes falling from the clouds sent a shiver of icy coldness down her spine. The tiny white flakes made their landing in her pitch black hair as she made her way towards the tavern. She caught a glimpse of a girl disappearing through the entrance, the door slowly closing behind her. It seemed she was not the first to arrive. The French woman stepped inside the tavern, a wave of warmth dancing across her pale skin. The bartender immediately looked up, his hand wiping a cloth across the smooth counter.


"Bonjour, monsieur. Ca va? (How are you)" She called out to him, a welcoming smile on her red lips.


"Je suis bon. L'habitude? (I'm good. The usual?)"


In an instant, the French woman's smile widened.





"Chateau Margaux, s'il vous plait (please)." Violette took a seat at the bar and crossed her legs elegantly to the side. The bartender whipped around, grabbing a dark bottle and a wine glass. He tipped it, and poured the purplish red liquid into the curved glass. With a grin, he set it down in front of her. The French woman wrapped her two fingers underneath it, and lifted it to her lips. The slight taste of grape and the sensation of alcohol ran down her throat, causing Violette to shiver.


"Such a wine reminds of Paris, non?(no)" She murmured to herself after placing the glass back onto the counter. The French woman glanced beside her, seeing Mr. Tapio a few seats down. He swished a clear glass of vodka around in a circle. With a slight smirk, Violette continued to sip the wine.

 

[Bullet]

The sound of the bell heralded the advent of dinner, Mr. Santana more than ready for a drink. Deciding to take the more scenic route, he walked along the side of the stone and mortar building, enjoying the cold air. He circled about the monolithic structure of the school, his bespectacled eyes reading along in his book. Eventually he turned a corner, the warm lights of the tavern casting their friendly glow through the windows onto the snow-laden ground. His steps crunched over the frozen grass, folding the page over in his book so he wouldn't lose his spot. The warmth upon opening the door felt like a welcome friend. Rubbing his wet shoes on the doormat, he adjusted his glasses and took stock of the area.


Viriu sat in his preferred spot in the back, of course. Aside from him, only Ms. Littens and Ms. Lémieuẋ were present. 'The rest are likely on their way. Not like they could pass up free drinks.' He sauntered over to the far end of the bar and sat on a stool, the bartender approaching to service him. "Sazerac, and use the Cognac if you have it." He glanced over the attendees thus far; it was a quiet affair thus far. He relished in the peacefulness of it all, for it was sure to become riotous with the arrival of the more boisterous students. The bartender returned with his carefully crafted drink. "On my tab, along with everyone else's drinks for the evening. I'll be coming back for another one of these in a bit, so don't put away the absinthe just yet." With a nod of his glass, he stepped down from the stool and tucked his book underneath his arm, making his way to his familiar spot.


"Ms. Lémieuẋ." He said with a nod as he passed her by. He raised a glass to Viriu. "I'm clocking out with this drink." Subtly informing him of his planned lack of supervision over the students tonight. He wished more than anything to relax and take his mind off things. He found the stairs leading upward, the wooden floorboards creaking under each step. Eventually he arrived at the landing to the interior balcony, overlooking mot of the bar. He settled in chair, crossing his legs and letting the drink hang from his fingers.

 

[Fallenwhisper]

Mason, her knee long green dress swong lightly at her hips, tossed about by the unsettling wind. With black, opaque tights on, and a snug scarf, she was much warmer than before.


Reaching the tavern door she opened it cautiously, opening it just enough to step in to the warmer interior.


She was not one for entrances, nor bars, but life was short and she had nothing else to do tonight.


Her eyelashes, hinted with a small smudge of mascara fluttered as her eyes adjusted to the bars light. With her set of social skills she stood awkwardly just past the door, peering about half lost. Face hard she spotted an empty stoop and walked towards it, her wedges clicking in small taps.


Pulling herself effortlessly to the bar, she brushed her ear length hair back, before staring at the rows of foreign alchoholic beverages.

 

[iShyShy]

Without much time to drift into dream filled slumber, Leo's eyes shot open as the sound of Sky rushing through the door to his room echoed through the walls. This was a somewhat common occurrence due to Ash's nightmares. The nightmares have always worried Leo, and every other student, which was obvious by the fact that even though it happened often, Sky would react with the same urgency without fail. Leo knew that Sky could handle anything that presented itself in the room but he decided to get up to make sure just in case. Sky could call for help if need be, right? With a groan, Leo rubbed his eyes and shook his head to wake himself up a bit as he reached over to pick up and look at the time on his phone that was laying on the bed next to him. Sweet, almost time to eat. I guess I should get there before Tehuri and Zia since I have even more responsibility tonight. But Tehuri...scares me...He rolled off the bed and landed on his feet. Standing straight up, he grabbed his polo and threw it over his shoulder while he walked to the door to his room to slip on his shoes. First, let's see if Sky and Ashe are okay. Then maybe I can see if Felix wants to hang out at the bar so I wont be alone against the dynamic duo. Plus, that should help us move past things from earlier. He's really a thinker so quickly after getting up, or maybe he's too tired to put effort into speaking. Anyway, with his shirt over his shoulder he stepped out of his room as the dinner bell rang and glanced to his left to see Sky trying to close the obviously broken door. Leo smirked and chuckled, "I guess everything's okay then? Good. You better get her a great drink. I'll see you there." With the comfort of Ash being alright, Leo turned his attention to the right to see Felix leaving his room with Hespera. That too was not uncommon since the two enjoyed sharing books and speaking of poetry. Before the two noticed him, he grabbed his shirt and threw it on while speaking out loud, pulling his head through the hole just in time to be heard. He flashed them a smile and wave as he pulled his shirt down and fixed it over his body, covering his previously exposed abs. He didn't catch much of their conversation but he heard the mention of the bar. His gaze shifted between the two of them, landing on Felix second for a bit longer. "Hey guys. Wanna head to the bar together? I'm starving and kind of need to get there as soon as possible anyway. If not, I'll see you there hopefully!" He stated before he headed for the stairs hoping that at least one of the two would decide to join him so he would have someone to speak to. His biggest concern was having someone to keep him diligent on the task he received from Mr.Tapio since he knew that Tehuri and Zia would plan something to let Zia drink more that two beverages. Making his way into the cold weather, Leo's skin produced goosebumps right away and he stuck his hands deep into his pockets as he illuminated to produce some extra heat on the way to the pub. Making his way there quickly, he opened the door and helped it open for whomever may have been behind him then took a seat at one of the tables as he warmed up. "Hey everyone!" It seemed that he wasn't the first one there but he didn't expect to be.


Zia giggled at Tehuri's comment as she opened her door. "Yeah, I know you do. But that just sucks for them. To get lead on and shut down so horridly every time, it must be crushing." Pushing her door open with her foot, the latter of Tehuri's comments rang through the air and Zia yelled back, "Which makes him a prime target, huh?!" She laughed to herself as the door shut behind her. Leo's room was floors above theirs so it's not like he would hear her. She planned to do exactly as she stated she would, take a nap. Throwing off her clothes and tossing them into the hamper in the corner of her room, she went into her bathroom and started running the water to comforting warmth in her shower. As the water heated, she grabbed her favorite Mary Poppins based towel that said 'Just a spoonful of sugar' on it with a small cartoon depicting the object. It was very big and fluffy for a towel and therefore it was the best for walking around in to dry off. Hanging the towel up on the hook, she stepped into the shower and washed her hair quickly. When she grabbed the liquid soap to wash her body, she felt the dry blood on her neck and worked at it to make it come off. The spot was a bit tender but she had been used to the feeling before and she just leaned against the shower wall for a moment. There was a small bluetooth wireless device that normally was used to play music but she instead used the function to program an alarm for 25 minutes from that moment in time. That way she would have to get up and shut off the alarm. Turning off the shower and stepping out of it to throw the towel around her body, she grabbed one of the smaller towels from the pile and used it to rub dry her hair, letting it fall naturally. She then laid on her bed with the towel keeping the water from making the bed wet until the alarm went off in unison with the dinner bell. She shot up, once again full of energy and excitement as he hair had dried into its natural waviness as usual. Good timing. It's almost party time. She smirked as the thought crossed her mind then stared into her closet and sighed. I wonder if I can get away with less formal attire? She grabbed a few articles of clothing but didn't even bother to change before walking into Tehuri's room to ask for her opinion. Tehuri was the much more fashionable one anyway, knowing what to wear when and which things fit a person best. Tehuri was working on her make up and the first thing Zia saw were the multitude of colored dresses hanging from the canopy. She knew what that meant and dropped what she brought over. "Uhm... I was thinking..." But resistance was futile and Zia knew that once Tehuri decided something, it was going to happen. She let out a defeated sigh as she stood in against the wall in her towel and crossed her arms. "I didn't even get a chance to retaliate, they're already spread out. No fair. I guess I'll go with..." She closed her eyes and pointed at a random dress. "..That one!" Her directive landed on a light purple cocktail dress lined with silver designs. It wasn't the absolute worst thing she could have landed on, she actually kind of liked how it looked but dresses were just not Zia's thing. It was so short and tight but she would be able to forget about it once she get a few drinks into her. Thankfully they two girls were the same size so Zia would undoubtedly fit into the dress. Zia changed into the dress as Tehuri fixed her make up and hair, then the two switched roles and repeated the actions of the other. Zia only put on mascara though, hoping Tehuri wouldn't notice. Once the two were done, Zia slipped on the matching pair of thankfully shorter heels and mumbled. "These are coming off once we get there." Not like I can go crazy with these on anyway. She took Tehuri's arm in her own and inquired with a devious smile. "Ready to party? We can just... wing the plan. I have faith in our abilities."

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[Mashiro Shiina]

Upon the sound of the dinner bell, Christian sighed and changed his sense of direction. Joining up with the others wouldn't be too bad, and he should ask a few questions of Hespera. To him , she was one he would compete with in intelligence, but somehow, he couldn't match her. Shaking the thought away, Christian finally reached the front door of the bar, only to find Leo holding open the door and saying hello. With a raise if his brow, Christian rolled his irises, and brushed past Leo, remaining silent in each move. With no sense of purpose, he placed himself against the counter, watching the others conversated. In some way, he wished he could conversate with them as well as he observed them, but knowing he would only be an outcast, he remained isolated, only watching them all from a distance. Their topic of conversation wasn't one that would spark his interest, and of course, he hasn't much of a need to speak until he completely regained his composure. Sooner or later, he would ask a single question, and decided to do so only after the entire event was over. On that accord, Christian tapped his hand on the counter, shifting Hus gaze towards Leo. Although he didn't really want to speak, he decided it would be better for him at at least speak to Leo. "Yo. Leo."

 

[FlameintheRoses]

Kinokira sighed, wishing for a drink in her mind, but couldn't quit move herself from zoning out of her thoughts and what she was doing. When she heard the bar door open she snapped back into reality. 'Looks like the people are now arriving.' At this point she got up and walked over to the bar, the bartender look at her as to ask what she wanted. "Raspberry martini, on the rocks." Her drink was prepared in front of her, then set down on the table for her to have. "Thank you." She took a seat at the bar, handed the bartender a five dollar bill, then took a sip of her martini. The taste was sweet and cold as the alcohol passed through her lips, and the glass she held was cold to the touch. When she looked around, people are conversing and entering the bar, getting their drinks and sitting down, although some stood. She felt very alone at that point, wondering if any others felt the same. 'They probably do.' Thoughts always crammed inside of her head, but for now her mind seemed to be empty.

 

[Fallenwhisper]

Mason turned towards Kinokira, her blue eyes simply and just beyond dull. Her legs crossed and posture straight, she wasn't exactly a carefree, living on the edge bar goer.


"Hey, Kin...." She struggled with the girls name, unsure. She had only heard her name one before during a class role call, so things were rather fuzzy. "I am sorry, may I ask your full name?" She asked awkward and strange, her fingers digging just lightly into the bar counter. She was in desperate need of drink advice, the colored bottles of liquid were like beakers of foreign concoctions and chemicals. She had honestly never drank before, being under age and anti social. But here that didn't quite seem to matter to the teachers at the school. Her pea coat hung gently at her thigh, the fabric soft against her partially exposed legs. She had to admit, even within the complex of the bar, the chilly winds still managed to find their way in. She hoped the weather would take a turn for the better as the night eased into a new day.

 

[Zylvia]

Aislinn had barely registered Skygge's anxious voice outside her door, had barely parted her lips to tell him she was alright when a loud bang! sent her jumping out of her skin. The door cracked violently against the wall, sending shudders rippling through the room. Sky burst in in all his unabashed glory, looking for all the world like he was ready to wrestle a crocodile. For a moment, awkward silence reigned. Still dazed from her nightmare, it took several beats for the young woman to wrap her mind around the situation at hand. Her mind cleared and Ash exploded into raucous laugher. "The door was unlocked, you idiot," she wheezed, doubled over, locks of purple framing her flushed face. "Just like I told you it would be the last time you tried playing hero." Despite her words, however, Ash knew Sky was well acquainted with her humour and would understand the underlying message: thank you for worrying about me.





As the sentimental moment passed, she took note of his blatant state of undress and complete lack of mortification. Oh Skygge, bad move. I'm not going to let you live this down anytime soon. Ash made a point of glancing obviously towards his lower half and let out a low whistle. "You know what's going to give me more nightmares?" She gestured towards his toned body. "That. Honestly, I would have preferred my first sighting of a naked body to be under more romantic circumstances." She cracked an amused smirk, knowing that even for a playboy like him, it was hard to avoid feeling awkward. In the process, Aislinn couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. She'd never thought of Sky as particularly handsome, but well... Opinion officially changed. "Walk of shame? Not from me, love. I'd be more worried about running into Leo in the corridors. All that testosterone fighting for dominance. Yikes." She laughed lightly, hoping Sky knew she was only messing around. They'd been neighbours and friends for long enough that she'd stopped trying to behave 'classy' in front of the guy.


Ash watched with amusement as he tried futilely to try and reset the door back to its original state. It swung pathetically on one creaky hinge. The young woman barked out a laugh. "First drink? I think you owe me at least five for all the rage I'm going to get from the janitor." She watched his naked form disappear from the room and called out, "Add an extra three so I don't accidentally let slip it was you who broke the door!"


Still chuckling, Aislinn stripped her soiled clothes and stepped into the shower. The hot water stung the fresh injury on her ankle, even though it was already half-healed. The sight of it confirmed the young woman's worst fears. The nightmares weren't just nightmares. Something was happening and they were blending in with reality. Fresh, raw fear ripped through her. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind. No thinking tonight, Ash. No thinking; just drinking. She finished up and picked up the only dress in her cupboard she'd never yet worn. It was revealing - far more than Ash was comfortable with - but she was feeling adventurous tonight. She wriggled into it and eyed herself in the mirror. Yes, it would do. She was cold, but the alcohol would soon remedy that. Comforted, Ash applied her usual makeup for nights out: smoky eyes and dark lipstick.


With one last glance in the mirror, she gave herself a satisfied nod. Dress good. Feel good, girl. She slipped into her heels, tugged her damp hair out of its ponytail and stepped out the door. There, still half naked, stood Sky. She gave him a flirty smile. "How do I look?" Under normal circumstances, she would have shunned talking to an untrustworthy playboy like him, but being neighbours didn't leave her much choice. And after all, Skygge was a lot more than just a womaniser. She'd come to appreciate the person he was within. In Falador, she'd come to think of him as one of her closer friends. That's also attractive enough to have some harmless flirting with.





Eager to dance and taste the alcohol burning down her throat, Ash whirled on him. "You planning to go like this? I mean, I appreciate the abs and all that, but I think it'll be more effective if you stripped in the club. More dramatic effect, y'know?" She did a little body roll as she spoke and chuckled, trying not to show how self-conscious she felt inside. For a moment, insecurity permeated her. Her mind flickered to Tehuri. She was the one who could pull off stunts like this. What the hell are you thinking, Ash? She turned back to Skygge, keeping her voice light and gestured to herself. "You reckon this is overdoing it?"

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[FlameintheRoses]

Kinokira looked over her shoulder to the girl and smiled. "Hey, you're Mason, right?" After a beat, she spoke once more. "My name is Kinokira, but you can call me Kino, or whatever you like. I'm not very good with names either. " The awkwardness of the moment filled a small gap of silence. She picked up her glass and drank some of the contents. With that followed a satisfied sigh, then a glance at Mason. "I see you haven't had a drink before?" The question hung there for the moment. While Kinokira spoke, she fixed her posture as to help her back, and crossed her legs out of habit. Her ears lay pointing towards the sky and her tail curled around the seat. The slight curiosity of this girl glittered in her icy blue irises, her pupils dilated to seem sharp like a cat's eyes. Cold air came in from the doorway as it opened and shut to let other students in, and bit the skin on her hands. She tugged her sleeve down and covered her hands with them, casually doing so.

 

[Fallenwhisper]

Mason gave a small nod to the girls question. Kinokira, she hoped she could remember the name. Looking to the drinks as she pointed out her prohibition like abstinence from alcohol. She had never drank, not even snuck one during the night. Her father was a beer lover at heart, and while he rarely drank, he always seemed rude and alien when he drank. Pulling from her thoughts, she notice Kinokira's small ears, it was truly interesting. "What is your personal recommendation for a first drink?" She asked her tone placid as ever.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

Kinokira took another sip from her glass, then pondered about the question. A finger came up to her chin as she thought, she pointed the index finger on her right hand towards the sky, then spoke of her thought. "I'd say a nice red wine or martini would be nice to try, although that's just my opinion." Her tail hid behind her seat, swaying slightly in interest to the conversation. "I don't drink much, hell I've only started drinking a year ago. Although, it was illegal... Where I come from, the law is 18+ can drink." The British accent she had was sown into her words, she spoke naturally about her country as if she still lived there. But of course, the diversity of this academy reminded her that she wasn't home, but in Falador Academy. She swirled what was left of her drink in her glass, looking at it with a calm expression.