Fantasy Faray High IC {Closed!}

[Beauty_Foool]

>>The Start<<​

Ahh, Faray high, a school told to be around for over four centuries! This academy that had somehow written itself into history and gained both the trust and support of millions around the globe was known to many as a home for the homeless, a haven for the hunted, and a sanctum for the dreamers. The people within it who were dedicated to helping the young kids who landed into it were better known as a family for the broken more than teachers.

I wonder if you realized the use of was in this passage. Have you? It's alright if you haven't...Quite alright. Allow me to explain though, will you? This will take us to the very beginning of the academy's origins so stick with me if you please.

Back to a time before Faray was even a mere thought, the world had been severely divided. Education was split by species and race. Homes destroyed by spiteful folk. The families ruined by the cursed gift few were unfortunate enough to have. Life as we know it was divided by factors not a single soul could control. People were hated by their own kind because of the way they were born. For a life, they never asked for. The kind they never agreed to have. And its effect on the poor souls was blatantly ignored by the higher powers. Since they never thought to care for it, the lower classmen didn't either.

Well...Maybe a few.

There was one man who lived under the alias of Nick Everdeen age 35. He was a rather tall adult for his kind standing at an absolutely ginormous!-
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4'8ft.

What? He was a dwarf!
Anyways, this man saw the hurt that was ripping at his friends. His family. His people. The world. And he despised it. Nick hated the hateful things that the children of his day were being taught. The hurtful and spiteful thinking that was being forced into their still innocent and wonder-filled heads. Be Nick loathed the whole thing in silence only going on the occasional rant about it all to his family or his friends. They all seemed to agree with him as well after enough of his talks but felt as if it couldn't be changed. The whole world was going currently going to hell and corruption with hate and no one was stepping in to change it. Not even him. Until....

Being a lower-class dwarf, Nick never had much money meaning he couldn't receive a proper education for a good while, and as people his age had given up on trying, Nick was determined to get the knowledge he had the right to hone and learn... And just when he saved up enough and finally was able to apply to a local university, he was quickly rejected. They took his money, led him on for a month on end...Then rejected him. They were claimed to be a place of learning specifically for elves. Apparently, they were held higher than dwarves in the twisted world and didn't want to waste time and space by taking on a simple stupid dwarf.

That was the last straw.

It may be obvious that Nick was seething from it all but he knew there was enough anger and such as there was already. He refused to add to the already raging dumpster fire so he set off to single-handedly create the world he truly wanted. The way he would eventually do so is the eventual concept, idea, then execution of Faray high.

Over the years hundreds upon thousands of creatures of all kinds from all kinds of backgrounds and lives had backed up Nick's project and even served as scouts for him. They went out into the world in secret looking for people who needed a place to be. Who deserved to be there and who could truly grow from attending. Many people fell in love with his idea of diversity and acceptance but even more hated it and did whatever they could to destroy the small hope that Nick had created and more than once, they had gotten dangerously close to succeeding.

Nick of course refused to give up despite his supporters and staff's suggestion to do so and instead decided to keep his school running. He sealed it off from the rest of the world with a special mix of elven and sorceress magics, making the grand academy visible only to those he allowed it to. As years went by the power that came with running the school was passed on from generation to generation until it finally landed into the current headmistress's hands by her mother.

Jumping back to the present day, her sole goal is to show her hand-selected students that life is more than what they've seen. She wants to both inspire and mold her students into individuals the world can be proud of. The kind of people they want to be.

And so, I welcome you all to Faray high's academy for the gifted!!

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Time: 10:41am
Date: July 25th - Wednesday

The day was a nice one with the sun shining high and warm over the land below. Dozens of warlocks of every level and kind were busy outside the grand school setting out paths towards their first destination. Near the homes and current locations of each student, glowing blue mushrooms sprung up from the ground below them and grew into a steady path that was meant to lead them to a fairly sized marble building somehow kept hidden in the middle of the forest. There was a young lady who stood in that place waiting for the new arrivals.

 

[Beauty_Foool]

@Beauty_Foool​

Central Marie Marsay​

Mildly Irritated

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Central had been prepared to leave for Faray hours before it had been time to go. She made sure to wake up at five in the morning which was usually a good few hours before anyone else in her household did. Naturally Central still had her key to the house since her father had forgotten to take it to begin with so giving it a swift twist in the bottom keyhole, she gently pushed the front door open. Despite the fact she knew it would happen, Central still couldn't help but wince at the long creaking noise that followed the motion of the door swinging open. She stood still and quiet, waiting to see if the sound had caught the attention of anyone supposedly sleeping inside. When she saw and heard nothing, Central believed that she was safe to enter. She took a few steps into the living room that the house opened up to then walked through the dining room which had four plates of dirty dishes stacked into a pile at its center table. She figured that everyone just went straight to sleep after finishing their dinner. It wasn't uncommon for them to leave their used dishes on the table to add to tomorrow's do-to list. But the strange thing to her was that whenever Cami stayed late enough to have dinner with their parents, she'd usually wash the dishes instead of waiting until the morning to save herself a bit of time.
There were three obviously eaten off of plates on the table so it was clear that Cami had been in the house.
So why the hell would the dishes still be there?

Central could only sigh, figuring that wasting her time figuring out the answer to a question that didn't involve her was pointless so she moved. She walked down the hallway where four rooms lined the hall. The bathroom, then her parent's room, Cami's room...Central's room.
The demoness took in a quick inhale as she felt her body stiffen. The simple thought of being in her room again made her anxious for some reason. The same place she had spent months on end trying to avoid. The room was supposed to be her sanctum but ended up being her hell on earth. After gathering herself, Central walked into her old room. Looking around, she could see that everything was just how she left it so it wasn't hard to find the bags she had hidden in her closet. There were three of them in total, one filled with clothes, another with her weapons and books, then the last with her personal hygiene and cosmetic products. She carried two on her shoulders then held the last in her arms before she made her way out of the house.

However, the moment Central walked out of the front door (after locking it back up of course) she noticed a blue path start to illuminate and grow in front of her. She didn't question it of course and proceeded to follow the lit-up path. Not because of curiosity or a guess to what it was, but simply because it was the first thing she thought to do. Central could never deny a gut feeling and this...slightly ominous path wouldn't change that either.

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Central had been prepared to leave for Faray hours before it had been time to go. She made sure to wake up at five in the morning which was usually a good few hours before anyone else in her household did. Naturally Central still had her key to the house since her father had forgotten to take it to begin with so giving it a swift twist in the bottom keyhole, she gently pushed the front door open. Despite the fact she knew it would happen, Central still couldn't help but wince at the long creaking noise that followed the motion of the door swinging open. She stood still and quiet, waiting to see if the sound had caught the attention of anyone supposedly sleeping inside. When she saw and heard nothing, Central believed that she was safe to enter. She took a few steps into the living room that the house opened up to then walked through the dining room which had four plates of dirty dishes stacked into a pile at its center table. She figured that everyone just went straight to sleep after finishing their dinner. It wasn't uncommon for them to leave their used dishes on the table to add to tomorrow's do-to list. But the strange thing to her was that whenever Cami stayed late enough to have dinner with their parents, she'd usually wash the dishes instead of waiting until the morning to save herself a bit of time.
There were three obviously eaten off of plates on the table so it was clear that Cami had been in the house.
So why the hell would the dishes still be there?

Central could only sigh, figuring that wasting her time figuring out the answer to a question that didn't involve her was pointless so she moved. She walked down the hallway where four rooms lined the hall. The bathroom, then her parent's room, Cami's room...Central's room.
The demoness took in a quick inhale as she felt her body stiffen. The simple thought of being in her room again made her anxious for some reason. The same place she had spent months on end trying to avoid. The room was supposed to be her sanctum but ended up being her hell on earth. After gathering herself, Central walked into her old room. Looking around, she could see that everything was just how she left it so it wasn't hard to find the bags she had hidden in her closet. There were three of them in total, one filled with clothes, another with her weapons and books, then the last with her personal hygiene and cosmetic products. She carried two on her shoulders then held the last in her arms before she made her way out of the house.

However, the moment Central walked out of the front door (after locking it back up of course) she noticed a blue path start to illuminate and grow in front of her. She didn't question it of course and proceeded to follow the lit-up path. Not because of curiosity or a guess to what it was, but simply because it was the first thing she thought to do. Central could never deny a gut feeling and this...slightly ominous path wouldn't change that either.

 

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Jötengaumer, the Ogre Menace

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To be honest, Jay thought he had more time before the path opened itself, but he witnessed the mushrooms grow and the path open before him. The half ogre was in his battle outfit, Bone Eater in his hand and a group of freshly killed hunters at his feet. The blood was easily distinguished against the white of his outfit and the pale grey of his flesh. The crimson liquid dripped from the ancestral sword as his lifeless and void eyes gazed upon the walk way to Faray. A sigh escaped his lips. Whomever ran this school might not like him arriving in such a state. However, if they had been watching him, as he assumed they had, he was sure they knew what he was all about.

One step after another, his bare feet pattered against cobblestone. Slowly he emerged from nothingness, standing in front of the marble building. The blood splattered half ogre looked coldly towards the sounds of gasping and chatter, barely even a side glance as students, teachers and warlocks alike gazed upon him. The ogre male just sighed as he swung his sword, the blood scattering off it into an ominous looking splatter across the cobblestone.

With seemingly no care in the world, the half ogre simply walked towards the school. He wiped the few scattered bloody spots upon his face, seemingly uncaring of how he had arrived in such a state. Clear he was not unused to taking a life. His eyes sad, empty and so lonely. They eyes of a lost soul, broken in a cold and unfeeling world. One might wonder what could drive someone to this. What happened to him to shatter his spirit so completely. As that pale, monstrous man made his way towards the marble building, only sadness and silence followed him.

 

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Lise Sweeny​

For once, did the skunk-looking changeling not feel out of place, instead comforted by the sights and sounds of elves, ogres and other mystical creatures. There were even those who looked rather human-like, however to be entered into Faray High, they had to have some sort of ability that made them different. This was her first year at the high school, however they were not first year. For a long time their father home-schooled Lise, but it did not exactly go to plan as soon as they turned 16, Lise’s abilities grew a little too noticeable and their relationship grew rather turbulent in the end, was ruined. Maybe it was the spite of the fae that left them with the human family? Could it have been that the faery magic wore off on their father? Maybe they saw Lise for their true monstrous self? The memories of their last argument flooded back and their hearts palpated. It was an uncomfortable feeling, however Lise needed to distract herself; how about counting the mushrooms, that could possibly work. So far, they had managed to spot a few in the ground but that was a pretty boring game as they got distracted with the loud excitement of the other students. They were still clutching at their invitation letter, just in case it was needed and a satchel, wrapped round their shoulder, full of basic equipment. They had already sprinted through the path, before another argument sprouted between them and their father.

Lise was wearing an outfit reminiscent of a very loose fitting and knee length dungaree. It was pale blue, with a shirt collar poking from their neck and shirt sleeves that were a little too long. Lise floated about six inches off the ground, considering they were somewhat nervous. Usually, they only hovered an inch or so, something to do with the fae magic coursing through their veins. For this reason, Lise did not wear any shoes, instead thick and cozy socks did the job of covering their clawed and elongated feet. Lise’s oversized tail, at the moment, was trailing on the ground, leaving a trail behind them on the forest floor. The white tip was not as clean as it was before they set out-- a habit that they did when they were a little nervous. Their huge, black eyes narrowed in concentration; making their way over to the front area where a young looking woman stood. Was she a member of staff? It wasn’t obvious, despite having such large eyes, Lise couldn’t make out basic facial structures too well at close distance. Long distance was fine, and navigating using their amazing sense of smell was their favourite way to go around things.

The large marble building that stood in front of them added to their increasing anxiety, interactions with others have been worn thin when working at home: they had only taken interest in what the bees and butterflies had to say. Lise was excited, deep down, everybody looked so mesmerising and beautiful. It was not before long, that their sensitive, human shaped, nose caught the harsh scent of something metallic. Blood? It couldn't be, could it? They whipped their head round, their long hair flicking across their face. It was very strong that they could sort of taste it in their mouth, however they did not know where it was coming from.
Best to keep my distance for a little longer, they thought, chewing on their bottom lip with unease.

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[Coffeepot Giraffe]

"WAKE UP, FUCKNUGGET!"

Arik sensed the pillow coming towards him before it could hit him and sleepily intercepted it with his telekinesis. He grumpily got up and looked at Elena, who was snickering at him.

"What do you want? It's like..." Arik quickly checked the time, "7am."

"Exactly! It's time to wake up! Also, there are weird glowing mushrooms outside."

Arik blinked once, twice, then...

"WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST LEAD WITH THAT?!"

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A bit later, the twins were packed, outside, and on their way. Why we're they following the mushrooms? They had no clue, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

 

[Beauty_Foool]

Cami & Central​

Cami had woken up at around six in the morning to find her bags pre-packed on the wooden floors of her bedroom right beside her door. She knew that her stepmother was the one who had packed them for her but it made her question how early she would have had to get up to do it. After taking a good hour to get dressed and double-check a few of her bags to ensure everything she needed for both comfort and personal use were present in them. Within the same hour, she had been off to follow the not at all troubling glowing mushroom path that illuminated the ground beneath her feet. Though, she soon found herself stopped by a sight she hadn't been expecting. A few feet in front of her she could see Central trudging down the very same pathway. Cami did know that Central would be coming since she was the first in the house to see her sister's invitation to Faray High which came a day after Cami's but to think she'd be able to catch the demoness walking was surprising.

Cami skipped up to Central with her signature smile, warm and real before she spoke. "Crazy seeing you here isn't it!" Her tone was one of pure excitement as she took the honor of walking alongside Central who, unlike her sister, wasn't in a social kind of mood. She didn't even feel like pretending to be pleasant. Central huffed and rolled her eyes, "We go to the same fucking school and live under the same goddamn roof..." With that Central felt accomplished since she said anything at all and continued on the path at an almost faster pace than before. Despite Cami's efforts to spark more conversation, they both ended up arriving at the marble building in silence.

The moment they entered the building there was an almost concerningly strong smell of blood and iron that had smacked both of the twins right between the eyes. While Central seemed unbothered by the scent, Cami wrinkled her nose at it in distaste but she kept her warm smile as she looked around the room. Central had sat on the floor despite there being numerous chairs in neatly lined rows across the room as she casually pulled her phone out and began to scroll through it. Cami followed suit and took a seat in a chair that had been placed by one of the windows. As much as Cami wanted to talk to the new faces around her, she figured that if there was an off chance that they shared the same attitude as Central, it would be better to leave them alone and allow people to come to her if they wanted to.

Crossing one leg over the other, Cami now spent her time relaxing in her seat.

 

[Fennekin13kid]

Somewhere in a lonely desert, foreign from any cities, laid a small tent village. Cloth laid the blueprints for each home, and a group of muscular men waving off a beautiful woman could be seen.

"See ya around, Alberaine." The most muscular said, waving slowly at her.

She nodded lightly with her eyes closed, with a plastic bag slugged on her shoulder. It held everything she needed, which wasn't much. Without saying anything, she began to walk..

She then stopped. And turned her head to them.

"Thanks for everything. Stay safe." She winked with a great smile, and began to walk again, not looking back this time.

A path that greatly contrasted with the desert's hues formed, and Alberaine glimpsed at the cobblestone path as she began taking her first steps on it.

She already new that this meant.. her first steps to actual society, to acceptance. She didn't want to think to hard about it, and didn't stop once.

. . .

Moments passed, and she made it to the grand marble building. She looked around the many eyes staring at her, but only took a moment before she began to walk again.

Into the building doorway she stood, and instantly smelling the blood, something she was far too used to, put her on edge.

She began to see them again, the arenas, the men in tuxedos.. the torture. She closed her eyes.. she never wanted to open them again!!


. . .

"Alberaine, listen to me. If you truly desire change, if you want to break out of your shackles, then promise me this! Never let yourself get used ever again! Once you leave this town and venture into your own things, make sure to have your back, and to have somebody to lean on yourself!"

. . .

'Make sure you have your back.'

She composed herself, breathing in and out. Something she was always good at. If she can't even take the simplest of advice, how will she survive anywhere, and how will she ever go back there?


She has nowhere to run now, nobody to save her. It's only her now, and she knows that damn well. Her time is here, and with a newly gained smile and blanket of confidence, she walked inside.

 

[bayleen]

Deena Vixenillow

Student

Forest

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The pink polyester fabric was smooth in Deena's hands. She could tell that it was expensive. That same polyester fabric was snatched by a mischievous boy twice her height, "She can't wear that,"
He threw the material on the bed, "She's going to school, not the dance,"
Deena turned her eyes to her Grandmother, who visibly looked distressed with her Grandchild. She was a visually older woman with many wrinkles, and those wrinkles only showed more when she sighed. The never-ending feud began as the two decided what Deena would wear. At that moment, though, Deena couldn't hear their voices because she was admiring her loved ones last time. Yes, her Grandmother was old, but she had an indescribable beauty that came with age. "Deena, Deena!" A male's voice echoed through the room.
It was a melancholy feeling that hit her all of a sudden. Her Grandmother turned towards Deena, and that's when Deena realized, 'What if I come back as a failure again?'
A soft, frail voice called out to her, "Deena, Which one do you like?"
Brought back to reality, she looked up at her brother's choice of outfit and then her Grandmother's; in the end, all she could do was shrug her shoulders. Leaving it up to fate, her brother won the war. He left the room looking like he had saved a country. Hearing the sound of the door shutting, she looked at the mirror, watching her Grandmother comb her hair. Her Grandmother noticed her gaze and smirked, "You will be fine."
Deena picked at her nails, a habit she developed when her powers came in, "But what if I'm not. What if I never-"
The old witch stopped combing her Granddaughter's hair taking Deena's hand in hers, trying to distract her, "With that attitude, you won't. Have a little faith." Pushing her Grandchild's hair behind her ears, she ushers her to get up, "Let's go."
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Deena waved goodbye to her family before making her way down the path; she admired the little mushrooms. At one point, Deena started plucking some out for her potions. Unfortunately, she didn't bring a bag with her; stuffing them in her pockets was the only option available. After a few steps, Deena could hear voices. Her eyes sparkled at the variety of people. It took Deena a minute to collect herself as she watched a cute skunk. It is by far the cutest thing she has seen. Her eyes shifted to a bloody scene; although she was used to the sight because of the "adventures" she took with her brothers, it was never that bloody. She worried that it might have been the creature's blood, but that proved to be false at a closer look.
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Walking into the building, she spotted sitting in a chair a girl with beautifully white long white hair. Deena didn't feel like standing either, making her way to sit next to the girl. She sat down, giving her a quick smile, not wanting to be rude.

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The pink polyester fabric was smooth in Deena's hands. She could tell that it was expensive. That same polyester fabric was snatched by a mischievous boy twice her height, "She can't wear that,"
He threw the material on the bed, "She's going to school, not the dance,"
Deena turned her eyes to her Grandmother, who visibly looked distressed with her Grandchild. She was a visually older woman with many wrinkles, and those wrinkles only showed more when she sighed. The never-ending feud began as the two decided what Deena would wear. At that moment, though, Deena couldn't hear their voices because she was admiring her loved ones last time. Yes, her Grandmother was old, but she had an indescribable beauty that came with age. "Deena, Deena!" A male's voice echoed through the room.
It was a melancholy feeling that hit her all of a sudden. Her Grandmother turned towards Deena, and that's when Deena realized, 'What if I come back as a failure again?'
A soft, frail voice called out to her, "Deena, Which one do you like?"
Brought back to reality, she looked up at her brother's choice of outfit and then her Grandmother's; in the end, all she could do was shrug her shoulders. Leaving it up to fate, her brother won the war. He left the room looking like he had saved a country. Hearing the sound of the door shutting, she looked at the mirror, watching her Grandmother comb her hair. Her Grandmother noticed her gaze and smirked, "You will be fine."
Deena picked at her nails, a habit she developed when her powers came in, "But what if I'm not. What if I never-"
The old witch stopped combing her Granddaughter's hair taking Deena's hand in hers, trying to distract her, "With that attitude, you won't. Have a little faith." Pushing her Grandchild's hair behind her ears, she ushers her to get up, "Let's go."
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Deena waved goodbye to her family before making her way down the path; she admired the little mushrooms. At one point, Deena started plucking some out for her potions. Unfortunately, she didn't bring a bag with her; stuffing them in her pockets was the only option available. After a few steps, Deena could hear voices. Her eyes sparkled at the variety of people. It took Deena a minute to collect herself as she watched a cute skunk. It is by far the cutest thing she has seen. Her eyes shifted to a bloody scene; although she was used to the sight because of the "adventures" she took with her brothers, it was never that bloody. She worried that it might have been the creature's blood, but that proved to be false at a closer look.
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Walking into the building, she spotted sitting in a chair a girl with beautifully white long white hair. Deena didn't feel like standing either, making her way to sit next to the girl. She sat down, giving her a quick smile, not wanting to be rude.

 

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Yilgda
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Location: Coastline ==> Faray Campus ==> Hallways

Hunger is the only constant for someone like Yilgda.

For as long as she could remember, the one thought which held a firm and snug place in her mind was that aching deep within. From mindlessly swimming through the deepest blackest ocean floors eating whatever she could fit into her mouth, to trying and failing to hunt the great beasts which promised meat beyond thought. It was always there, demanding she sate it by any means necessary. Her setting may change, friends may leave and memories might fade, but the Hunger was there to stay.

And she'd done plenty in her years to try alleviate the shattering burden it lay upon her.

Primarily cooking grand feasts all over the mainland, trying any and all formulas that promised to 'Fill one's stomach' only to find their offerings lacking every single time. No matter how well she worked, how good her recipes were, or how complex the formulas she fabricated, her nigh bottomless stomach refused to give her even the briefest of reprieves from its endless aching. With her cooking career succeeding in almost every goal except the one she'd started her entire culinary campaign for in the first place, and her body still far too weak to properly hunt the great beasts which might manage to sate her, there was truly only one option for the dark fish girl.

Learn how to blow up mountains with magic.

As a member of the Abyssal race she had an affinity for magic oft neglected by her people, who were prone to being so homicidally hungry that the idea of learning the complex spells needed to be a proper deadly Black Mage was unthinkable. But Yilgda figured that if she had enough restraint to become what was essentially a five-star chef then how much harder could becoming an ultra lethal wizard be? She'd begun her venture the same way she'd begun learning cooking, starting at the basics and working up.

However, by the time she managed to learn how to make small things blow up, Faray High came by offering her an opportunity to greatly expedite her research. This led to today, where we find the small Abyssal creature resisting the urge to dive into the beach nearby and feast upon a wayward guppy that had wandered too close to shore. Such a small creature wouldn't even have a chance to quell even one-hundredth's of her hunger. But did the Hunger care? No, it demanded she get on her hands and knees and fling herself into that water before such a tasty morsel got far.

Yilgda resisted, although found herself thinking of every manner in which she could fillet and season the guppy for maximum side dish potential. It would go great with a finely dressed salad, perhaps forming an appetizer for a hearty meal of cured pork and hash. The methods of prepping such a meal succeeded in masking the pounding ache of her hunger, only barely. Yilgda had long since given up on ever being rid of such an intense pain.

Such was the suffering Abyssal Guardians were born to endure, after all.

Not helping was the drool threatening to leak liberally from her mouth, the thoughts of her finely crafted dishes once more betraying her to the hunger yet again. She'd forced herself to halt such behavior whilst in a kitchen, but the shoreline she stood upon then and there was far from where she crafted many of her dishes. The note she'd received from Faray High had been murky on the details by which she would be collected, simply implying that they'd somehow lead her to the campus.

While somewhat assured that an academic institution of magic and mystery would be able to reach her from anywhere, Yilgda hadn't wanted to make things harder by being in the midst of one of her cross-ocean journeys. So she'd vacated the island territories she'd been perusing through on her quest for destructive magics, making her way to the mainland just by the time that she was told she'd be collected.

And apparently, what had come to collect her was a trail of... mushrooms?

None she'd encountered before, but with an undeniable magic in their foundation. She was unsure how it would manage to lead her to Faray, but had placed her faith in the institution. Alas, the mass quantities of Mushrooms that made up the path proved far too tempting, so instead of just following them to her destination, Yilgda began eating them. Unsure of the timeframe of her arrival, and making extensive use of how wide her jaws could stretch, Yilgda began eating entire mushroom path.

The magic nature of the mushrooms didn't seem to make them taste any different from certain fungal families she'd sampled and cooked with in the past, leading her to believe the magical portent was less about the makeup of the shrooms themselves and more about leading her. This suspicions became far more solidified in her mind as she slowly noticed the landscape changing as she ate. Leaving nary a trace of the mushroom path behind her, she found the coastal area replaced by mainland plains and then forest-bound valleys. It was almost as if this simple path was leading her across an entire country in a reduced timeframe.

By the time she was before the grand facility known as Faray High, she'd consumed more mushrooms than most beings did in years. Yet all it did was lead the Hunger to grow agitated, her belly remaining as slim and aching as ever. It was pretty much the same as the last hundred or so time she'd attempted to sate herself with rampant gorging, as if the Hunger couldn't mock her efforts enough.

Standing tall and brushing the numerous pieces of dirt and leaves she'd gotten stuck to herself while consuming the mushroom walkway, Yilgda took note of the next hurdle in her struggle at Faray's: Fellow Students.

Before the marble structure were numerous other beings of various size and shapes. Some showed confusion, some showed eagerness, while others showed nothing at all.

But every single one of them looked absolutely delicious.

Supple skin brimming with fat and meat, muscled limbs with tender insides, the Hunger made damn sure that Yilgda was fully aware of even the tiniest droplet of blood making its way through the nearest student's veins. Such was the issue she'd faced whilst working in kitchens, the undeniable pressuring of the Hunger to just throw caution to the wind and eat anything and anyone she could sink her jaws into.

Yilgda knew it was a doomed venture. Even if she were to somehow overpower and consume every living being on this entire campus without getting herself killed, the Hunger would just mock her once more for assuming that would be enough. Did that understanding stop it from basically force-feeding her senses with the delicious sights and smells of the numerous creatures around her?

Nope.

Such was the suffering Abyssal Guardians were meant to endure, after all.

Yilgda fought it the same way she always did: Recipes, a veritable truck-full of a recipes.

Recipes for minotaurs, recipes for elves, recipes for dragons, goblins, any she could recall.

Making her way into the structure, Yilgda was right in the midst of recalling a fine Dulmerean recipe for cooking the marrow of vampire bones into a broth that went well with Cyclops when she heard it. The yelling.

"THIS WAY? NO THE OTHER! WHY NO MAP GIVEN FOR LEARNERS?!?" The voice was having an entire conversation with itself, but that didn't seem to stop it from being as loud as it possibly could with it "THEY TAUNT! BUT CHALLENGE MEANT TO BE BEATEN! RISE TO CHALLENGE? OF COURSE! BREAK CHALLENGE IN HALF AND SHARE SPOILS OF ITS DEFEAT!"

The source of the self bickering became clear as Yilgda looked back to the school's entrance, only to flinch at the absolutely massive bear duo making their way inside. Walking in tandem, a bear made of stars walked alongside an anthropomorphic polar bear man. Despite the clear difference in species, they both stood so tall their heads almost scratched the bottom of the school's doors. More surprisingly, was that the singular voice came from both of their mouths. One would say something, then the other would pick it up. If not for how large they were compared to her, Yilgda would consider the ominous way they shared a voice to be the most disconcerting thing about them.

But simply pressing herself against the side of the hall as they continued arguing their way by seemed to be enough to get her out of harm's way.

Bear paws, commodities more valued by game hunters than chefs. However, a true chef knows how to utilize the particular flavor of steamed bear paws after plucking them of their fur. Yilgda kept the thought of broiling meats together for a bowl of noodles as she made her way through the building.

 

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Warm rays of the rising sun peaked through the trees of the typically quiet forest,

allowing for a gentle smile to grace Evangeline's features as she walked the all-too-familiar path towards the introduction ceremony. The blonde always found these events to be quite interesting, always ready to meet the new faces that would pass through the halls and stare back at her in the classroom. A new generation to guide on the right path. The thought only made her small smile grow, a sight that wasn't seen by too many. Once she reached the marble building, she noticed that she made it in time, before any of the other students. She spotted the headmistress at the far end of the building, giving her boss a small wave before approaching her. "Ready for the new wave?" She asked, voice calm and relatively quiet to match the atmosphere of the room.

Evangeline didn't have the opportunity to hear her response, her attention being drawn towards the slow influx of new students. Burying her hands into the pockets of her black jacket, blue eyes scanned the room, observing each and every one of them to great detail. A neatly kept brow arched at the sight of the clearly bloody student, wondering if he thought making a show of himself would somehow impress the people around him. Or scare them. Either way, she was unimpressed, quickly moving her gaze along to take in the other students. She was excited to see who they would become in the coming years, taking in all they had to offer. She noticed a few kids giving her an awkward dose of eye-contact, shying away from her unintentional glare.

She knew she could have a bit of an intimidating aura, especially when she remained focused, lips pressed into a seemingly disinterested frown. So meeting eyes with uncomfortable students wasn't anything new to her. All she hoped for was that she would help them expand their minds, even if it's only a little bit. Where are all the other faculty members? I thought this was mandatory? Evangeline thought to herself, brows furrowing as she searched for the rest of the faculty. Because, as of right now, the only two who stood in front of the ever-growing crowd of students were herself and the headmistress. Hm.

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By the time Arik and Elena had arrived at the marble building, they were bickering about another useless argument, although as usual there was no anger in their voices.

"I don't understand. Explain to me, in clear words, why you don't like chocolate." Arik huffed, shaking his head.

"I don't like the taste! What about that is so hard to understand?" Elena rolled her eyes, sitting down. "Not everyone likes the same things, dumbass."

"I know that, but still! Chocolate?!" Arik exclaimed, as he sat down next to Elena. "Everyone likes chocolate!"

"I don't, and that's final." Elena sighed. Her brother got hung up on the weirdest things.

At this point, the twins decided to look around, and noticed that there were quite a lot of interesting people around them, who were also waiting. The twins decided their best bet was to wait it out and see what happened.

 

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Damon took another gulp of whatever liquor this was and earned a few glances as he walked to his destination. He had spent the night doing nothing but drinking, having lost count of how much he consumed. One thing was for sure if it weren't for his demonic origins, he would have died from alcohol poisoning. His current goal was finishing this 1.75 liter of- he squinted his eyes, attempting to read the label. He now saw that it was Bourbon. Disappointed in himself that he could read that despite being "drunk." Yes, that was the only thing that mattered right now, this Bourbon. Despite not being drunk, it diluted his senses, so he couldn't hear as much alcohol gave him silence, even if it was for a short while—a momentary death. The demon had stopped to admire the clouds when his phone went off.

Taking the phone from his back pocket, he looked at the cracked screen and read the caption "Orientation 10:41 am." Exhaling, he let out a breath of cold air. It seems his body temperature went down, which was the least of his concerns at the moment. Crushing the phone in between his hands, he took another massive gulp finishing the bottle; he tossed it in the trash along with his phone. If it wasn't for the path that appeared, Damon might not have made it. Walking into the school, the demon looked out of place. Damon's hair was disheveled out of habit though he ran his hands through his hair, and that might have done him justice if it wasn't for the dark circles under his eyes. His attire didn't help his image either, a black button-up top matched with black dress pants. Despite that unwashed clothing, messy hair, and sullen complexion, Damon walked the halls with his head held high, not that he was confident, only because he's tall and hates looking down on people. Do demons have neck pain?

Entering the room, he spotted the headmistress and Eva standing side by side. The demon walked over to his coworkers and stood next to Eva. Looking at the crowd of students, he was impressed with this year's variety. Damon noticed his senses began returning to him, mentally preparing himself for the creatures' noise and stench mixed all together. Unexpectedly the stench of blood hit him like a hundred bullets. He clenched the bridge of his nose, "It reeks of blood." Usually, Damon wouldn't care, but the smell of blood always brought terrible memories, especially when he wasn't expecting it.

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Damon took another gulp of whatever liquor this was and earned a few glances as he walked to his destination. He had spent the night doing nothing but drinking, having lost count of how much he consumed. One thing was for sure if it weren't for his demonic origins, he would have died from alcohol poisoning. His current goal was finishing this 1.75 liter of- he squinted his eyes, attempting to read the label. He now saw that it was Bourbon. Disappointed in himself that he could read that despite being "drunk." Yes, that was the only thing that mattered right now, this Bourbon. Despite not being drunk, it diluted his senses, so he couldn't hear as much alcohol gave him silence, even if it was for a short while—a momentary death. The demon had stopped to admire the clouds when his phone went off.

Taking the phone from his back pocket, he looked at the cracked screen and read the caption "Orientation 10:41 am." Exhaling, he let out a breath of cold air. It seems his body temperature went down, which was the least of his concerns at the moment. Crushing the phone in between his hands, he took another massive gulp finishing the bottle; he tossed it in the trash along with his phone. If it wasn't for the path that appeared, Damon might not have made it. Walking into the school, the demon looked out of place. Damon's hair was disheveled out of habit though he ran his hands through his hair, and that might have done him justice if it wasn't for the dark circles under his eyes. His attire didn't help his image either, a black button-up top matched with black dress pants. Despite that unwashed clothing, messy hair, and sullen complexion, Damon walked the halls with his head held high, not that he was confident, only because he's tall and hates looking down on people. Do demons have neck pain?

Entering the room, he spotted the headmistress and Eva standing side by side. The demon walked over to his coworkers and stood next to Eva. Looking at the crowd of students, he was impressed with this year's variety. Damon noticed his senses began returning to him, mentally preparing himself for the creatures' noise and stench mixed all together. Unexpectedly the stench of blood hit him like a hundred bullets. He clenched the bridge of his nose, "It reeks of blood." Usually, Damon wouldn't care, but the smell of blood always brought terrible memories, especially when he wasn't expecting it.

 

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"Ugh, Im late again" said Dustin. "Screw It, two more minutes" After 10 minutes he finally woke up and smiled to himself. His smile turned into horror as he saw the time. He quickly went into the shower, washed the shampoo off, brushed his teeth, wore his clothes, used his psych ability to automatically put the toast in his mouth(which mostly failed unless he concentrated hard) then ran out of his apartment, hearing the shouts of the old people he apologised to them barely paying attention and saw a path of blue mushrooms. It looked quiet creepy so he muttered under is breath "Fuck It" and started cycling down the road to his new school. He had an ability to knew the whole map of the world. He spent the whole day practicing every skill and found the way to the school. He was excited from the day he got the letter. Dustin couldn't sleep the whole night and was overthinking it like usual. "Uh Oh" "What will happen if I am late? Will they kick me? Will they punish me? Or will they call my uncle?" At these thoughts, he puked, waited for a second, then continued smiling like nothing happened.
He finally reached the school and his heart stopped. He had never seen sooo many people, looking all so different and colourful. There was a thick aroma there which was comforting his lungs. He briskly walked up there, turning nervous step by step until he was regretting it. After a intense argum with himself he went and stood with others in the line.

 

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"It reeks of blood."

Of course, what else would she expect? A proper, professional greeting from a coworker? Evangeline glanced over at Damon, lifting one of her pale hands out of her jacket pocket to inspect her black, pointed nails.

"You should be thankful, otherwise all we could smell would be that..." she thought for a moment, letting the strong scent of alcohol flood her senses and practically give her a headache in the process, "Bourbon?" The blonde didn't bother to chastise the Demon. Why bother? It's been this way for years, and, honestly, it wasn't her problem. Well, until she had to deal with the repercussions, of course.

"I guess I shouldn't say much. You showed up, and that's worthy of celebration all on it's own in my eyes." Her voice expressed deep resignation, words falling out in almost a tired sigh, as if he had been pestering her for hours. Of course, she knew that talking to a Demon who was over 2000 years old in such a manner wasn't the best of ideas, but she was sure he wouldn't seriously harm her. He looked.. too tired for that much rage.

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Sebastian had already woken up and was packing in his things in his room. He would've never thought he would be going to school after all that's happened but Yao, the Ancient One, came up to him last week telling him he would be going back to school. Of course, Sebastian didn't like the idea, he wanted to continue his training in the Mystic Arts but Yao insisted that he should go stating it would be best for his social health, whatever that means. Sebastian tried everything to convince Yao, from bribing him to doing unnecessarily good deeds to attempting to master his skill in Egocentric Magic to impress him, but all failed and Yao didn't even budge on his decision. He couldn't really defy Yao as he's his only guardian and the only person left in his life and not to mention his mentor, so Sebastian's here in his room a bit down as he packed his things.

"You shouldn't be so down Sebastian, you might not know what this will entail if you don't attempt it, and besides your mother would agree for you to continue your academics. She wouldn't want her death ruining you"

Sebastian raised his head with a sad smile on his face
"Yeah, I know, it's just...I dont think I'm ready, how would they think of me, I've only begun mastering the first path to magic"

"So you are excited to go then"
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"Yeah whatever"
Sebastian finished packed his bags and picked up the Axe of Angarruumus leaning against the wall and strapped it across his back. He was wearing a red sleeveless, Tibetan robe with a small side drape that reached to his knees. His fixed and structured muscles revealing, honestly, Sebastian could be taken as an adult with a physique like that and his smooth voice, and not to mention his lightly tanned complexion. And lastly, he picked up the Amulet of Agamotto and hung it around his neck feeling the ease and protectiveness when wearing it, Sebastian always wondered why he felt that way.

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Walking out with the Ancient One to the courtyard, the Ancient One with a Sling Ring in his hand conjured a portal to a field about a mile from the school, right outside the portal was a mushroom trail heading directly to the school.

"Why can't I have a Sling Ring for myself, it'll be so useful"

"You will have one when you have mastered Egocentric Magic and is ready to traverse to Ecocentric Magic. Now no more of this, I am sure you are late already"

The Ancient One beckoned before Sebastian could've responded, with a pout he entered the portal, and as it closed behind he began to notice the mushroom trail. Quickly walking down the trail, he eventually found the school. Walking into the building he could've sworn he smelled blood but he brushed it off as something he probably stepped on or a scent from the plain fields he came out from. He saw the variety of people there and was bit, to say the least, uncomfortable but he didn't mind it and went and joined the line present near the entrance but not before glancing at Jay who was covered in blood and holding a unique and large sword, "Not a great impression he's giving", Sebastian thought as he went in line.

 

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People everywhere. So many of them, yet Jay was not fazed in the slightest. It was almost as if he couldn't notice them at all. Rather he had stopped. His gaze fell upon the trees. Haunted gaze upon the canopy of gree. Empty, hollow eyes latched to every move of foliage in the lite breeze. It was almost contradictory. Such lifeless eyes looking out with such want and hope. Sadly, he was lost in a bad dream. Memories of the forest he called home, before it was all taken from him. The blank stare as he reimagined every second of that torturous time. The noise and hustle around him, drowned out by the screams and sound of roaring fire that haunted his nightmares. He could even smell the ash of his village. It was all so vivid. He could recall every detail. He knew very well that he was not there, but he could see every bit of it in excruciating detail that destroyed his heart. What was left of it anyways.

A deep breath, followed by a sigh as he turned his head, returning from the hell scape within his own head. His eyes fell upon spicket. Somber and steady moves as he made his way to it. Each move almost mechanical in it's cold efficiency. He stabbed Bone Eater into the ground, kneeling before the spicket and turning it on. As the cold water float he gathered a portion of it into his hands. He ran it through his icy white hair and slowly begin to clean himself of the blood he arrived with. The cold water coated his sickly gray skin. Slowly his body became clean of any crimson liquid. He took the time to wash off his armor as well.

When he was finished, he turned off the water and stood. Taking his sword into his hand once again, the sun reflecting off the beads of water that ran down his body. He still had a crowd paying attention to him, but he didn't notice. It was as if nothing else in the world existed. He recognized that he was at Faray and new it was a school for the gifted. However, he also know that gifted meant monsters and outcasts from society. In his eyes, this school was just as much a prison as it was an academy. Despite all that, these people were willing to teach him more for his quest. After a while here, he could happily return to his blood sport.

His head turned to spot the line for administration. Seeing the others in line, he assumed it was there he needed to go. One step after another, his bare feet tapping against the cobblestone walkway. Students looked on in suspense as he made his way towards the line. It was only natural to be wary of the student who showed up in blood. They waited, suspended in fear and doubt as he made his way towards them. Would he kill them? Would he massacre this massive students for the fun of it? Were they simply a step in his path of vengeance and monstrosity? One step. Two steps. Three steps. Each footstep he took sounding more and more like the steps of a giant in the ears of fearful students. Only for them to breathe a sigh of relief as he stepped to the back of the line and silently waited for his turn. Though they remained aware of his presence and particularly the sword within his hand.

 

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Damon wasn't expecting a reply, so he diverted his attention to the flashing images in his head. Ripping his brother apart was on a constant repeat. His brother's face that was once vibrant was now a blurry image; for some reason, the scent had become faint although the stench was still present, the flashing lights in Damon's head stopped. The ringing in his ears, however, proved to be unmanageable. His eyes, now a dull red, began to close. Damon tried to concentrate on canceling the ringing in his ears. With eyes still closed, he checked his pockets for a cigar.

Nothing...it seems he forgot to buy a new pack. Damon has forgotten a lot lately, or he doesn't want to remember. A sassy voice broke his concentration. Letting out a sigh, he slowly opened his eyes, stopping his search, focusing his gaze on the vampire. Observing Eva closely as she examined her nails, still eyeing his coworker, he managed to mumble something underneath his breath, "I quite like the smell of Bourbons..."
He stopped looking away, not bothering to finish his sentence. The ringing became intolerable as if someone was trapped inside his head and was pounding on the interior to get out.

Once again, Eva spoke, causing a faint smirk to form on the demon's face taking her last comment as a compliment. He Continued the search checking his right pocket, only to feel the tip of a lighter. Closing his eyes in defeat,
"Do you have a cigarette?"
This time the demon spoke in his usual monotone voice. Causing some students to turn around, Damon couldn't tell whether it was surprise or disgust. He didn't care. It would be great if they could wrap this shit up. How is it possible for him to arrive late and still have to wait?

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Damon wasn't expecting a reply, so he diverted his attention to the flashing images in his head. Ripping his brother apart was on a constant repeat. His brother's face that was once vibrant was now a blurry image; for some reason, the scent had become faint although the stench was still present, the flashing lights in Damon's head stopped. The ringing in his ears, however, proved to be unmanageable. His eyes, now a dull red, began to close. Damon tried to concentrate on canceling the ringing in his ears. With eyes still closed, he checked his pockets for a cigar.

Nothing...it seems he forgot to buy a new pack. Damon has forgotten a lot lately, or he doesn't want to remember. A sassy voice broke his concentration. Letting out a sigh, he slowly opened his eyes, stopping his search, focusing his gaze on the vampire. Observing Eva closely as she examined her nails, still eyeing his coworker, he managed to mumble something underneath his breath, "I quite like the smell of Bourbons..."
He stopped looking away, not bothering to finish his sentence. The ringing became intolerable as if someone was trapped inside his head and was pounding on the interior to get out.

Once again, Eva spoke, causing a faint smirk to form on the demon's face taking her last comment as a compliment. He Continued the search checking his right pocket, only to feel the tip of a lighter. Closing his eyes in defeat, "Do you have a cigarette?"
This time the demon spoke in his usual monotone voice. Causing some students to turn around, Damon couldn't tell whether it was surprise or disgust. He didn't care. It would be great if they could wrap this shit up. How is it possible for him to arrive late and still have to wait?

 

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Unable to maintain the upkeep of supressing vomit, Lise grasped at their stomach with eyes wide. It was obvious the nausea was induced by the blood-scent; however they did not want to make a scene and throw up their breakfast on the first day of school. Quickly, halting their movement, unknowingly in front of a ginormous stature of a bear-man, pulling out of their satchel a sprig of herbs and flowers. Lise folded the sprig into a soft, cotton mask and placed it over their nose and mouth. It caused their large, pointed ears to fold over a little, however it was much more comfortable than having to smell the blood. They continued, floating a little higher off the ground than usual, and set themselves in the back of the crowd in front of the headmistress. Their tail was slightly raised off the ground now, Lise was holding it across their body, picking at loose strands of hair. I cannot keep this up, they thought, the mask slipping in the stifling heat. I need to at least interact, or try and make friends with someone, Their eyes squinted, scanning the clearing at someone who looked slightly welcoming.

Everybody seemed to have confidence, and friends. They screwed up their nose and whipped off the mask, the botanicals falling out onto the ground, but were greeted by that bloody scent again. Rather annoyed and disgruntled, Lise shoved the mask in their pocket and continued push past their fellow students to the make themselves to the front of the crowd, their cheeks sporting a pinched glow. The bustling joy and excitement everyone induced was sickening; even more so than the blood.
"Hmm," they hummed aloud, pulling at their ears and dropping their tail that did not return to its low state. It was slightly raised in an uncomfortable way. It was obvious they were slightly distressed. They needed to find a member of staff to calm down with. New situations weren't their favourite time.

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Unable to maintain the upkeep of supressing vomit, Lise grasped at their stomach with eyes wide. It was obvious the nausea was induced by the blood-scent; however they did not want to make a scene and throw up their breakfast on the first day of school. Quickly, halting their movement, unknowingly in front of a ginormous stature of a bear-man, pulling out of their satchel a sprig of herbs and flowers. Lise folded the sprig into a soft, cotton mask and placed it over their nose and mouth. It caused their large, pointed ears to fold over a little, however it was much more comfortable than having to smell the blood. They continued, floating a little higher off the ground than usual, and set themselves in the back of the crowd in front of the headmistress. Their tail was slightly raised off the ground now, Lise was holding it across their body, picking at loose strands of hair. I cannot keep this up, they thought, the mask slipping in the stifling heat. I need to at least interact, or try and make friends with someone, Their eyes squinted, scanning the clearing at someone who looked slightly welcoming.

Everybody seemed to have confidence, and friends. They screwed up their nose and whipped off the mask, the botanicals falling out onto the ground, but were greeted by that bloody scent again. Rather annoyed and disgruntled, Lise shoved the mask in their pocket and continued push past their fellow students to the make themselves to the front of the crowd, their cheeks sporting a pinched glow. The bustling joy and excitement everyone induced was sickening; even more so than the blood.
"Hmm," they hummed aloud, pulling at their ears and dropping their tail that did not return to its low state. It was slightly raised in an uncomfortable way. It was obvious they were slightly distressed. They needed to find a member of staff to calm down with. New situations weren't their favourite time.

 

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Of course today was the day she'd be late to school. Her first day of going to a school with other people. But!- To be fair, it kind of wasn't her fault. Her brother kept stalling because he didn't want her to go, and she also kept stalling because she didn't want to go by herself. And she was waiting for a goodbye from her parents but they never showed up to send her off. Which made her a little sad, but it was what she expected. So it was only half her fault. And now she was running down the pavement, trying to spot the school building.

One she did, Nina quickened her paced, excitement bubbled up in her stomach. She was here! She was finally going to go to a school and meet people and make friends like normal people do! Sure, the kids at the school weren't going to be very normal. But that was a positive thing for Nina, she loved strange people! And she was weird too, so she was hoping that she could be herself here and not have to pretend. But she was still mainly looking forward to getting to know her new peers. The positive aspects of school life made Nina quicken her pace as she ran through the gates of Faray High. She didn't even look nervous anymore, she looked overjoyed to be there. It was like she had completely forgotten that she was late.

And then she tripped on nothing and was launched face first to the ground with a loud thud. Her mind kind went blank for a second. The sharp pain that stung her face was completely overshadowed by the humiliation she felt. She didn't even want to get up. If she got up she would see that everyone saw her fall and was judging her. Or laughing at her. So she decided to lay there and contemplate every life decision she ever made that got her here.

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ALBERAINE, OF SUMMER

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(Artist: Tambabashi)

Location: In line, Faray High.
Mentions; "Jay" the Orge, Nina, Lise.
Mood: Observant, cheerful.

Things were surely happening already. The blue cobblestone path now filled with students of all kinds, from anthropomorphic bears to regular looking humans.
She couldn't help but hide a smile at this cast, knowing mayhaps she found a place where everybody's just like her.

"Find somebody to lean on."
Was that the quote?
Maybe this will be a easier task to deal.
She began to look around, and in her small space-out session, the line even grew more.

A blood coated grey figure just cleansed themselves of the pungent blood they brought in.
Followed by a loud thud, a body, still obviously alive, daring not to rise.
A skunk almost hitting her on the way forward.

She couldn't not let out a faint giggle.
Maybe this will be fun.

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What was it about small mortals and risking their lives staying in his path? As one of such scale as a Celestial Ursa, Ur-Hakon towered over the vast majority of beings at the school. Sure, he'd spotted several large flying beasts that touched down outside before shrinking into more compact forms, but for most of the mortals he was certain tripping before the feet of someone such as him would be nothing less than an instant death. And if there was one annoyance he definitely didn't need, it was the threat of accidentally stepping on some absent-minded mortal and missing out on the learnings of Faray High.

It was infuriating, he had no idea where to go, no idea who to speak to and had pint-sized mortals putting their very lives on the line by daring to dart past him in the midst of his crusade. He was tempted, oh so tempted to just bulldoze one of them over to ward off the others, but he had no time to focus on teaching! He was there to learn damn it, a teacher's salary couldn't compare to the glory of serving the Celestial Way!

First it was that fish thing that at least managed to cower to the side the moment he stomped by, then it was the fuzzy creature so blind to the risk of its own life that it refused to yield to his very presence. Ur-Hakon just pushed past on his way, only to find even more people refusing to make haste. What exactly was going on here? Was nobody aware of where they needed to be? Ur-Hakon was appalled, as he'd been expecting, nay, hoping for information to be thrown at him the second he entered the school doors. Instead he found dozens of students milling about in a delirium.

This he could not stand.

He'd struggled too hard, went through the arduous task of making a mortal body for himself to embark on his mission, and suffered a year of painstaking failure. He would not allow his newest hope to be dashed so soon. The Celestials couldn't be disappointed in such a manner.

So both of his bodies came to a stop, using their elevated position to look over the area in search of anything resembling cohesion. What he found was a line of students leading to somewhere, any order compared to the mass confusion was an improvement, but he refused to be halted. Instead he went to the middle of the line and bellowed forth his question.

"YOU! LINE LEADS WHERE?!?" He demanded whilst pointing toga random Naga boy, who's partial serpent body just barely allowed him to rise to Ur-Hakon's shoulders.

"What?" the Naga was taken aback by the sudden approach, but Ur-Hakon had no time for his confusion.

"ALL LINED UP, GOING WHERE DAMN IT!?!" He demanded, drawing closer and causing the Naga to lean back in hopes of regaining some personal space.

"I... I don't know I heard this was the line to administration so I-"

"DIRECTIONS THEN?!? LINE LEAD TO DIRECTIONS?!?" both of Ur-Hakon's bodies pressed closer, absolutely suffocating the Naga and causing him to shake his head vehemently "PERFECT!!!"

Ur-Hakon proceeded to skip to the front of the line much to the dismay of those already in it. Some minotaur woman closer to the front was not impressed by his effort, and held out an arm before either of his bodies could pass.

"Where you think you goin'?" she grumbled, only for Ur-Hakon to meet her glare with one of his own.

"NO TIME FOR LINES, NEED KNOWLEDGE NOW!!!" Ur-Hakon spat as his Celestial body paced beside them "CELESTIAL EFFORT NOT ALLOWED TO SUFFER!"

"So tha's supposed ta be makin' me feel all charitable?" the Minotaur growled as she and Ur-Hakon began quite literally butting heads "Gotta be workin' on ya pitches there, star-being."


Standing a ways off from the line, having resolved to watch and analyze, Yilgda picked up on the brewing confrontation with ease. She'd watched folks attempt to form a line, seeing it grow as others looked to it for information. But while she was certain there was probaby a staff member at the head of the line who someone had managed to spot in the midst of everything, she was even more sure that those peculiar elders standing off to the side watching everything where also staff members. Had the one at the end of the line just been the first to be spotted and so took the brunt of student attention? Had the others merely arrived late?

Yilgda wasn't sure which, and frankly wasn't inclined to care, but the detail was interesting. Of course, the pulsing pains of the Hunger were making her attempts to analyze the scenario less ideal than one would hope, not helped by the delicious line up of students/classmates she had before her. While the line did manage to sow some manner of reason amongst the crowd, it also made it easier for Yilgda to picture combinations of meals.

That was to say that where other classmates may have looked at the line and seen a hodgepodge of peoples from both the mundane and magical world, Yilgda's Hunger instead showed her a series of floating dishes all with finely prepped meals carried on them. The bowl of Ogre-Bone soup was keeping plenty of smaller dishes nervous due to the sword hanging at its side, while the plate of Bear Steaks had scattered several others in its bid to reach the front of the line. Both of whom were drawing considerable attention, one through his appearance, the other through his aggressive maneuvering.

But while the others seemed more than willing to at least try to ignore the armed bowl of soup, the Bear Steaks had riled up a few including the Assortment of Minotaur Bacon which it was currently clashing with. Yilgda made sure to wipe at her mouth before her drooling became too notable, and figured someone had to do something before things got out of hand.

"You wanna throw down, star-being?" the Minotaur asked as she cracked her knuckles, with the Bear man and his star-laced doppelganger seemed eager to encourage if their beckoning hand gestures were anything to go by.

"Oi!" Yilgda shouted to them "You could probably ask one of them for directions if you need them."

That led to not just the Bear men and the Minotaur looking to her, but also several more of those in line. Yilgda didn't hesitate to point out the tall pale demon or the Blue-eyed woman near him.

"Fairly certain they're, ya know, teachers? Staff?" she eyed her fellow students, who she mostly had to look up at due to her height "Folks who might have an answer to questions you might have?"

"Pfft, not givin' up muh spot that easy, lass." the Minotaur laughed, but the Bear Man and his doppelganger were already gone. Yilgda glanced to the side and realized that he and several others who were waiting in line were making for the duo, significantly shortening the line for those who remained.

It looked a lot less congested at that point, and led Yilgda to back away once she found herself no longer needed. Already he could hear the Bear Man making his loud requests of the two staff members.

"NEED KNOW WHERE THE LEARNING IS! PROMISED LEARNING IN SCHOOL BUILDING!" He spoke before he'd even fully reached them "REQUEST DIRECTION TO TEACHING!"

With the matter settled, Yilgda returned to eyeing the floating plates of food around her. It was then she noted a particular side-dish of seasoned changeling eyes humming to itself seeming distressed. Yilgda once more had to wipe the drool from her mouth, but found herself unable to hold herself back. Looking up to the side dish, she folded her arms.

"Wow, you'd go great with a plate of Elvish Flake rice and Dragon oil." she noted with a hint of reverence "Could probably work in a simmer of Oni marrow or cyclops focal gel, but that's not exactly saying much given how much works with that particular combo."

 

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Lise did not know what to do, without focusing their senses on something, perhaps they were going to...? The thought did not even finish rolling out into their head because it was halted by a lovely and ever so delicate white moth landing on their hand. Lise looked at it, and grinned. They were not going to wait for a teacher, to calm them down, as the natural world did so itself. The moth spoke telepathically, their words generally encouraging.
"Hmm..." Lise had a habit of humming when intrigued. They raised their hand in the air and the moth fluttered away from sight. OK, I need to at least try to make a friend. But who? Scanning the clearing was difficult, the bright sunny day was sensitive to Lise's eyes. They sunk a little further, closer to the ground and hovered over to someone who looked similar to them. The being's features were similar to a fox? Lise daren't talk to them, just in case they ate them, however they did travel closer to have a better look. There was another person who piqued her interest, however. They looked like a regular human, however there was an aura about them that was almost cosmic. They were on the ground, looking rather distressed. The kindness in Lise's heart drew them to speak,
"Are you alright? You look a bit, well, silly down there." Lise's face shrunk into a small frown, tilting their head so that their hair fell to the left. It was not the norm for Lise to be so confident; perhaps to unknown words from the moth helped?

Lise did not want to scare them, but it was worth a shot. Kind words were unlike a fae to give out without a price. It was the human upbringing that taught Lise to respect, help and be kind.

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Lise did not know what to do, without focusing their senses on something, perhaps they were going to...? The thought did not even finish rolling out into their head because it was halted by a lovely and ever so delicate white moth landing on their hand. Lise looked at it, and grinned. They were not going to wait for a teacher, to calm them down, as the natural world did so itself. The moth spoke telepathically, their words generally encouraging.
"Hmm..." Lise had a habit of humming when intrigued. They raised their hand in the air and the moth fluttered away from sight. OK, I need to at least try to make a friend. But who? Scanning the clearing was difficult, the bright sunny day was sensitive to Lise's eyes. They sunk a little further, closer to the ground and hovered over to someone who looked similar to them. The being's features were similar to a fox? Lise daren't talk to them, just in case they ate them, however they did travel closer to have a better look. There was another person who piqued her interest, however. They looked like a regular human, however there was an aura about them that was almost cosmic. They were on the ground, looking rather distressed. The kindness in Lise's heart drew them to speak,
"Are you alright? You look a bit, well, silly down there." Lise's face shrunk into a small frown, tilting their head so that their hair fell to the left. It was not the norm for Lise to be so confident; perhaps to unknown words from the moth helped?

Lise did not want to scare them, but it was worth a shot. Kind words were unlike a fae to give out without a price. It was the human upbringing that taught Lise to respect, help and be kind.

 

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"Do you have a cigarette?"

Damon's usual voice didn't shock her like it did most. Not anymore, anyways. She had been working with him for too long to still be startled by something as simple as a voice. The question, however, willed her eyes to look away from her nails and up to the much taller teacher beside her,

"Yes, but, maybe not in front of the student body? Possibly?" She suggested, sarcasm evident in her words as she tried to get him to see why smoking in front of children wasn't the smartest move. Especially as their teacher. After all, Evangeline knew how bad they could be for most who didn't have regenerative qualities or powers. Eventually, she looked away from the clearly exhausted man beside her, her gaze returning to the maddening scene before them.

"Um. It seems that this has become kind of a clusterfu-" The blonde didn't have time to finish, being interrupted by the booming voice of a.. bear? A rather large one. He appeared to be a celestial being, with clear purpose. "NEED KNOW WHERE THE LEARNING IS! PROMISED LEARNING IN SCHOOL BUILDING!" Evangeline raised both brows, impressed by his directness, "REQUEST DIRECTION TO TEACHING!" Well, the guy had a point. This entire ordeal seemed to get a bit out of hand. Wasn't this simply supposed to be an introductory ceremony anyhow? Why the lines?

"You will learn plenty, but not in this building. You have been invited to a ceremony, to learn about the school before partaking in lessons." She explained, attempting to speak clearly enough to where the student was satisfied. "It would help plenty if you, uh.. found a place to sit." She offered, feeling the bear get more and more frustrated. Evangeline couldn't help her own frustration beginning to bubble up inside, knowing that if her boss didn't do something about this soon, this would turn into utter mayhem.

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Nina was laying there for a long moment before Lise had approached her. She heard their footsteps approach her first. Then a nervous, but beautiful voice spoke to her. She almost decided not to look up, but she felt like it would be rude if she ignored someone trying to help her. And she didn’t want to make whoever decided to help her feel nervous. Nina looked up, her expression was embarrassed, her pointed ears became visible.

“I- um. I fell.” That was obvious, Nina. It's just that, she had never seen any other species that weren’t elves. She was a bit caught off guard, not in a bad way though. She was caught off guard in the best way possible. This person was unique and interesting. And seemingly kind since they came to help her and not berate her like normal people would. As much as she was caught up in her wonder, she realized that she was staring and that she had also said something dumb earlier.

“I mean- I’m alright. Thank you for asking!” She said, still sounding a bit embarrassed. Her nose was a little red, but it didn’t look like the fall hurt her too badly. Nina realized that she was still on the ground and quickly stood up. Oh hey! Someone who was as short as she was! Nina smiled a bit, wiping off her skirt.

“My name is Nina, what’s your name?”


Location; Outside of Faray Highschool
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Sebastian looked around, seeing the diversity and variety of students lining up to the school. He wasn't much of a talker but he loved the different species and creatures present here. The big bears looming over them and speaking to the staff put a smile on his face and the two elves having a small but friendly conversation made him really think over of him not wanting to come here.

Having enough starring creepily and idly standing by, he walked over to a cherry blossom tree and sat at the bottom of the tree in a lotus pose, and rested his bags in front of him. He wanted to have a peak of part of the school before the orientation started, so he breathed in and closed his eyes, not too long after his astral form left his physical body. Of course, nobody would see that only seeing a grown-ass-looking boy sitting down in a funny position and dressed in some weird apparel.

In the Astral Plane, distance meant nothing as one can simply travel halfway across the world in mere seconds, time also works differently but this can be resolved by manipulating the Astral Plane to have the same temporal speed flow as the physical world's, as the Astral Plane possesses an equivalent space and appearance to our universe, anything that physically exists in our world will appear in ectoplasmic form in the Astral Plane. Powerful psychics and sorcerers astral project their "Spirit or astral body" into the realm allowing them to manipulate the Astral Plane as well as materializing their astral form into the physical world, giving substance to their de-anchored astral body to interact with the real world (Material Astral Projection).

Now continuing, Sebastian loomed over the crowd and lurked around the entire school's outside area. He dipped his head through the school wall and looked at the first floor, glimpsing at the hallway before pulling back. Thinking it was enough as he didn't want to completely ruin his first time going into the school he decided to go back to his body but not before checking out what the others in the line would be doing, noting in his head that he wouldn't do this again because this was kinda creepy.

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