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Date: March 31st
Time 11:51am



  • It was almost noon and students had been flooding through the gates to the school grounds for several hours now. The gate to the school grounds was a large archway, towering thousands of feet into the air, was also a dimensional portal that connected to many other gateways allowing students to walk through the other gateways, and exit out of this one. The school was called Magma Core for a reason, it was suspended above a massive lava lake, at the top of a gigantic volcano. There was a massive stone bridge that led to the school campus that sat comfortably in the center of a large floating island, directly above the heart of the volcano below. From the main hallways inside the building, you could find directions to the Student Dorms that were to the left, you'd have to follow a stone pathway outside to get there. The dorms were organized so that odd numbers were on one side and even numbers on the other. Signs to the right side of the school would lead to another pathway that would take people to the Staff Living Quarters. These were pretty much small apartments with two rooms, enough to keep a teacher or staff member and their significant other, and a child or two. Of course, they'd all need to be approved by the Headmistress to stay there, but it was required staff lived on campus.

    The structure of the main building itself was massive, like a gigantic castle fused with a gothic cathedral. The windows were special to allow vampires to stand at the windows without burning in the daylight. The school itself was lit with bioluminescent tiles on the flooring and pillars that supported the ceilings. It was very clean. There were three levels to the main building, and at the very top were the Headmistress and Vice Headmistress's offices. Upon entering the building students could find that on their immediate left was the office and the infirmary, and on the right of them was the teacher's lounge and the school counselor's office.

    One thing students could note was the sudden eruption of magma into the air, a large draconic beast springing to the air while twirling some. The wings of the beast sprung open as the dragon started to fall, thankfully there was another teacher perched on a spot on the roof and used their powers to shift the magma to sparkles so they didn't harm the students. The grand entrance of the headmistress was... over the top. The dragon swooped down over the crowd of students, guiding just over their heads, well, a good hundred or so feet above them. You could really feel the wind as she flew above. She lifted herself, flapping her wings as she steadied herself, landing on the archway and turning, looking out over the sea of students. The beast reared her head back and drew in a deep breath, the scales along her throat started to glow a deep purple color as the fire in her belly ignited and she let out a loud mighty roar, spreading her wings to emphasize her size. After sitting straight up she curled her tail around the arch to stabilize herself and proudly puffed her chest out, soaking up the awe from students. Venesha certainly sought out the admiration of others, and she was most certainly soaking it up right now. Her scales glittered as the sun's rays danced along her body, and her large curling horns adorned her head like a crown. She was terrifying, sure, but she was also a certain level of awe-inspiring, and she loved to play on both of those factors. She looked as though she might lean down and snack on a student, but she would never.

 
Morgan squeaked, eyes blown wide with a mixture of genuine terror and awe, at the arrival of the draconic Headmistress, nearly tripping over her own feet to get away from the sight.

And she nearly screamed when some of the lava spray seemed to hone in on her, only to turn into a soft fall of glitter like light.

Morgan swallowed roughly, one of her hands coming up to grasp at the furry edges of her cloak in an effort bring the fabric closer to her, (the other tightening it's grip around her suitcase and bag), trying to think of other things, like how she would likely need to ask for a better fitting uniform at some point, the ones that had been delivered to her looked to be meant for someone nearly six times her size, (not to mention arrived late), and she had had to improvise with last year's uniform skirt.

"Think of better things Morgan," she mumbled to herself, "no need to dwell on your almost murder, no need."

One hand still pulling her cloak to her body, and the other nearly going numb with how tight it was wound around her suitcase handle, Morgan continued her journey forward, making note to see if she should see the school counselor again.
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Sora practically dove into Kazuto's arms at the sight of the headmistress, a shriek on her lips, arms locking around her cousins torso in a death grip.


Kazuto, by comparison, blinked, looked to the sky, nodded with mute fear, and accepted the fact that he might as well die today, and wrapped his long arms around his smaller cousin, dropping his suitcases and bags in the process, holding her tight enough for it to be uncomfortable, if oddly comforting.

After several minutes of Not-Death they both cautiously separated and went grab their things from the ground.

Eyes peeled all the while.

"Dear Gods," Sora whisperer to herself, "they already want us dead."
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Morgan only relaxed once she made it through the front entrance of the dormitory, standing up straight, letting herself let go of her cloak, and swallow past the lump in her throat.


The dormitory was largely the same as last year, neutral pastel colors, a few cheery murals, and some old leftover pinups and posters.

The only change would likely be the dorm itself, and maybe the roommate.

Morgan withheld a wince at the latter, Reina Cameron had been... Less than accommodating for her 'Halfbreed', (her words, not Morgan's), roommate a good two chunks of the year.

It was all Morgan could do but hope that her new roommate was friendlier, if not completely indifferent.

Finally, reaching her door, Morgan fished out her Student ID and code from her skirt pocket.

Inserting the correct things, she pushed door open with her shoulder, and Morgan came face to face with a clear bodied individual.

Well, it couldn't be any weirder than the tiny second year being swallowed by an ill fitting honors cloak, shirts, and mismatched skirt, could it?

"Er," Morgan offered small wave with her free hand, which was, unfortunately, swallowed by her button-up, "hello?"
 
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Name: Arthur B. Walker
Species: Vampire
Location: Entrance -> Dorm

Interactions: Open

As Arthur stepped through the portal, his decision to attend Magma Core High became regretful.

What was the point of opening the school at night time to accommodate nocturnal species if the school's location was above a bloody lava lake. There were very close moments when the spits of lava from the oozing volcano was about to melt him away, only to be covered by glitter which was just as annoying to deal with.

Worst of all, he couldn't see any other vampires. Being the only vampire, at least from what he could see, made him uneasy. All his life he was accompanied by fellow vampires and now he was surrounded by species he could barely name. There was one dark furred demon who bumped into him he was tempted to scold, but he controlled himself.

A scaley fire breathing beast, or there headmistress, created a grand display towards the new students, expressing her form towards. She flew over them, Arthur almost carried by her overweight size. She sat in front as she showed off her appearance. While others would cheer or gasp, Arthur simply rolled his eyes. Dragons, beast of all show and no thought.

Luckily, the signs were easy to understand so was able to quickly head to his dorm.

Upon entering his dorm, he wasted no time on unpacking his stuff and stuffing them within places of storage. It was smaller than his room, which was to be expected, but it would be smaller as he had to share it with a stranger. He wondered who, and what would be his roommate. He hoped it would someone with some sort of respect and class.



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Name: ۞ (Shades)
Species: Shadow Cryptic
Location: Entrance -> Dorm

Interactions: Open

Shades slithered from the portal, flat to the floor. He formed himself from a lumpy shadow into a person as he 'looked' full of wonder at the place. A cool looking school, students and staff of various races, spitting magma. What's more does an adolescent shadow cryptic need.

As he slithered on the floor, he played with his fellow students' shadows for a few seconds before jumping on the next one. So much diversity in shape made the experience extremely enjoyable. Though he did felt oddly naked as he the other students wearing what looked to be the school's uniform. Due to his nature, he was unable to wear uniforms so he made himself stand out among the rest.

One shadow he couldn't play with though was the one's belonging to beautiful dragon who made a grant display for them. Impressed by her beauty and size, Shades formed himself flat on the floor into two hands clapping.

He followed the students into the dorm rooms, remembering his respected room assignment and entering it. Size didn't matter as he was a shadow cryptic, his roommate could use all of it for all he cared.

Speaking of roommates. Shades hid himself into one of the bed's shadow, waiting for his roommate to come and surprise them. What better way to introduce themselves than with a playful prank.
 
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Hours before they needed to be there, a massive ship pulled up off the coast of Magmacore, large and imposing despite having been stripped of its weapons. But, then again, the figures standing at the ship's prow could be considered weapons in and of themselves.

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"Run through the set again, for me," Jet requested, eyeing Flame's posture with an expression of uncertainty. Their tempo was off; a bit too fast, but then again, he couldn't say too much, since last time they sparred, Flame's speed was the thing that kept him on the defensive. Well, that and their vicious use of their tail, which was currently twitching in annoyance.

Pointed ears flicked back even as Flame switched stances to—

"No time for that! We're landing!" The two figures were all-but bowled over by a green-white blur, Viridian's third-year cape whacking Flame in the face as they backed up to let their energetic "sibling" overshoot, even though she could—and did—stop on a dime. Viri bounced in place in glee, looking quite like a tropical parrot as her cape fluttered up and down. "I can't wait to get back to the track team!"

Jet chuckled and stabilized the eager third-year, planting her heels back onto the ship's runway and looking back up at the imposing mountain. "Good to be back. Strange to be actually working here, that's for sure," he agreed, idly running his hands through her tangled, wavy hair.

Flame rolled their eyes so hard they swore they heard something pop, getting a running start on the black runway. "Are we gonna go, or not?" They unclipped their cape and wrapped it around their hand for the moment, freeing their wings to spread and catch the cool ocean breeze, though the scorching air from the volcano wafted down to greet them, as well, a welcome change from the cooler winds that usually stem from the Northern religions.

Flame just caught Jet's sigh as they flung themself off the edge of the carrier, wings catching the wind and propelling them up. The air whistled around them into a familiar—albeit loud—white noise. They spiraled up, higher and higher until the air thinned and they grew lightheaded, the new, warm air holding them up—one of the few things Flame trusted with absolute certainty. The new student let out a breath they didn't know they'd been holding and snapped their wings shut, dropping out of the sky less like a rock and more like a missile, wings fueling their downward plummet even as the ground rushed up for them to greet.

Jet, Viridian, and Teal were all already working their way up the mountain, each holding their own duffel bag (save Jet, who was carrying Flame's until they decided to land again), so Flame chose to swoop at them, shooting right past the three before looping around and dropping to land right beside Jet. "The air is light, here!" They all-but chirped, bumping their shoulder with his affectionately. "Like one big thermal."

"It's a volcano," Viri pointed out. "You knew this."

"Logically, yes, but it's really different to feel it!"

"Alright, alright, calm down and switch languages; we're almost up the mountain... and I would honestly prefer if we didn't look shady," Jet chuckled, ruffling the two's hair... much to both of their chagrin.

Teal chuckled, having remained fairly quiet from beside them. He didn't want to freak anybody out, but he felt that deserved something verbal. "No one is shady, here, 'Rian, especially not for simply speaking a language one doesn't understand." His speech was some horrific amalgamation of others' voices, fluctuating between different tones like it was some twisted game of pingpong.

"That is... very fair," the oldest of the group conceded, switching to English, anyway.

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They got there just in time to watch another dragon—massive, even when compared to Flame's dragon form (which they had shed long before they came ashore)—display her form and voice, the roar rumbling up Flame's ribs and spine. If it were one of the Guild (who were pulling away to dock at a city a few hundred miles away), they'd join their own voice to the sound (Carmine always teased that they were part wolf), and the urge even itched at their throat a little.

But... it was less appealing than the energy it would take to summon a roar in their human form, so they stamped that urge down, despite Viridian cheering out a snarl beside them.

"From the chest," The only actual dragon in the group of four chortled, the Valiaek rolling off their tongue more easily than English did in the moment. "Build the growl then let it out."

Viri wrinkled her nose, tilting her head a moment before letting a low growl—a hostile sound for those who couldn't hear the tonal differences—build up in her throat, letting out a—frankly, pitiful—roar a few moments later to join with the headmistress'.

Flame couldn't help it, then. Viridian's attempt at a roar sealed their fate, and they unleashed a roar of their own, the sound all-but clawing its way out of their throat. Due to how small the two were, it was obviously drowned out by the headmistress, but Flame supposed they'd humor their sister and join in with her yearly tradition.

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After the display by the headmistress, the little family split up to find their residencies. Flame was given their dorm room in the same package that held their uniform, so all the shifter had to do was find it. Which, thank the red-laced skies that they were numbered and there was no bullshit like the college campus Jet described with named buildings.

Fifteen minutes worth of searching later, and they came upon the nondescript room that they'd be staying in. It was fairly plain, considering the students were likely allowed to decorate, but they had no intention of decorating, so they simply tossed their bag in a corner that was now claimed as their own, rummaged around in their bag until they found the sticky-hooks, then proceeded to hang a temporary hammock—temporary meaning until Jet inevitably found out and forced them to sleep in an actual bed.

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Viridian didn't go to her dorm quite yet, instead choosing to meander around the places students were allowed to in search of completing the quest she'd set for herself after day one of her first year; finding Ms. Rubyfang before she turned visible again.

Somewhere in the area of her brain reserved for common sense, Viri registered this as a bad idea.

But she ignored that part like she did every other time and forged on.
 
Claire was dead on her feet... and the rest of her, too. The young lich had spent all night studying, and though she didn't feel physical exhaustion since becoming undead, mental fatigue was still an issue. The half-rotten redhead wandered the halls, trying desperately to find the dorm rooms. Suddenly, the headmistress appeared, with all the theatrical flamboyance one would expect of a dragon. She whistled in awe at the sight. A whole group of students had the eyes glued to the scene, evidently harboring similar thoughts. She tapped one on the shoulder- some sort of fox girl?

"Excuse me, but could you point me to the dorm rooms?"
 
Isabella Argent



After two full years of attending Magma Core High school, the pale blonde was not phased by the antics of the headmistress. In Isabella Argent's mind, it was something that the elder dragon did for the attention and awe it drew in. As the heir to one of the most powerful werewolf packs, she had been trained to give no reaction to antics like this anyway. When you had a rival pack's beta treaten and shift inches from your face with those glistening teeth, a display that ended with magma turning to glitter was nothing. If her father had found out she made any response to someone trying to show their power, he would have surely punished her. As movement caught her eye she saw as the second dragon shifted and joined his mother perched on the archway, Isabella turned her deep honey colored eyes up at his shifting form sympathetically. It was like a punishment for public smothering by a parent and the Headmistress’s son was no different. She felt for him, it was hard to be seen like that by so many people. Thankfully, her rearing had involved a lot of lack of attention. She was constantly heavily guarded and training most of the time growing up. She needed to be strong to lead her pack when she finished up with school.

Realization hit that she had been looking up too long and Isabella flushed briefly before looking down again to continue to find her dorm room. ”Come on.” She murmured at the Gamma that her father had sent to escort her safely to school. He gave no indication that he had noticed what had just transpired and shifted his grip on her luggage and backpack slung across his shoulders. He nodded curtly as he led the way dragging her suitcase along the path. She smoothed down the pleats of her skirt as she fell into step behind him. She had nothing to carry herself so folded her hands together carefully.

” I’m in 10.” She said as her werewolf companion led the way to the indicated room wordlessly. She swiped her ID card and pushed open the door before stepping aside so she could allowed Gamma to pass and dump her things on the bed on the right before breezing back out passed her without a word. Conversations with her were not common place back at the pack so she was not offended when he just left with no indication that she was all set. She wrinkled her nose as she let out a breathe she had been holding and thought that she should try to be friendly with her roommate this time.






Massah Tahapenes




Perched on the sill of a second-floor window, the celestial demon gazed emotionless down on the students as they arrived. He smirked at the looks of terror on the faces of first years as they were locked onto the dragon headmistress as she did her little show. In all the years he had been on this earth, he had never seen a species as varied as the dragons. Some were entirely too prideful for his taste. Unfortunately, that was his employer and he would never voice those opinions.

He sighed as he leapt down gracefully to help any lost first years that were disoriented from the display. After all, he was a teacher here and even a halfhearted attempt at being teacherly would make him feel useful today.
 
Acantha

Returning at Magma Core High school for her second year, Acantha stopped in her tracks to marvel at the headmistress's extravagant welcome. She thought it was brilliant, because she had grown up with humans, and had known very little about other species, much less seen. After all, it seemed much more entertaining than anything Accie could do with her powers, which, in her mind, was very little. As much as she would have loved to call her mother as soon as she got to her dorm room to tell her about her arrival, she thought it wasn't really necessary because she had obviously explained the spectacle to her in detail in her first year. She also saw a smaller dragon, who she knew to be Draco Firehawrt, join his mother on the archway. He and Acantha were both second-year honour students, and they had had multiple classes together last year. She just thought it was wonderful that he was there, showing off his dragon form to the rest of the school as well, and didn't even consider the possible embarrassment that he may be feeling. She briefly wondered what it would be like if her parents taught at her school, deciding that it would be pretty cool. Of course, her parents barely knew anything related to supernatural species more than Accie. It was too bad that she wouldn't have any biological children to teach about their supernatural powers in the future.

Eventually, when she realised the show was over, Acantha continued on her way to find her dorm room. ”Hi!” She called to a passing student she knew as she navigated her way through the school. Continuing to look around eagerly for more familiar faces, she tightened her grip on her suitcases. She could easily find her way to her dorm room, as she could remember nearly everything from her previous year. She lightly blew her hair out of her eyes which she kept peeled for any sign of a turn to take, or a hallway to enter. A smile sitting nicely into place on her face, she found the hallway with her dorm room.

"Number 9, number 9...” She muttered to herself as she eventually found the correct number, just across from a girl who had also just reached her dorm. Pushing open the door, she found it devoid of life, meaning her roommate had not arrived yet. Taking advantage of the free time without anyone to talk to, she began unpacking, hoping to get everything in its place before the Orientation. Although slightly nervous, she was generally excited to meet her new roommate.


Asher

Returning at Magma Core High school for his final year was an experience Asher found bittersweet. And of course, what better way to start off his year than marvel at the headmistress's show. Once she had finished, he politely applauded, with a few others. Having been deprived of supernatural talent for two weeks, when he was so enthralled with it, he was happy to take in the experience. He knew his half-sister, Jillian, would have given anything to see a dragon fly like this. Out of all of his family, she was most interested and caring towards his powers, making her loss all the more painful for him. It was his hope that by completing his education at Magma Core would help him find a way to talk with her, or meet her, again. When there was so much that he didn't know about himself, she made sure that he wouldn't face that challenge alone. The hardest part was that he never had the chance to repay her.

Bringing himself back to his reality, he tightened his grip on his suitcase and set off into a brisk walk towards what had been his home for most of the past three years. ”Dorm, dorm...” He murmured to himself as he seemed to glide through the halls, most likely due to his Supernatural Beauty. He adjusted his backpack on his shoulder as he nodded at a group of giggling girls trying to subtly look in his direction. Of course, it is unlikely he would ever cast any of them another thought, as girls couldn't be on his mind at the time. Tucking his braid over his shoulder, he spared a thought towards which one his dorm was. Eventually, he found his way to where he knew the dorms to be, the smell and the sight of it transporting him back to where his true home was.


"Here, let me do it,” He said to a small feline-like boy who seemed to be struggling with his ID. Stepping in front of the door, he wordlessly swiped his ID and entered the code, having done it countless times before, and pushed the door open, holding it for his roommate. Once inside, he claimed a bed, with a glance towards his roommate for confirmation, and dropped his backpack onto the bed, wheeling his suitcase to beside it. Checking the time, he began to scrounge around in his backpack for any indication of what time the Orientation was due to start.


Phrixia

Having arrived at Magma Core before the majority of the students, Phrixia had already unpacked and bustled into the main school building, heading first towards the office. Of course, everything was already in its place, due to Phrixia leaving it in immaculate condition when she left at the end of the previous school year. Following this, she nearly ran towards the teachers' lounge, greeting the group that had already formed with a small wave. After completing her secretarial business and noting anything of importance on her clipboard, she exited the room and began her ascent to the offices of the principal and vice-principal. Staying close to the intricate windows, she looked down upon the students arriving and viewing Venesha's exhibition of her dragon form. She found an immeasurable amount of joy looking at the awed faces, before coming face to face with the door to Delilah's office.


Pushing it open quietly, she found the vice principal was absent, and proceeded to check her office was in proper shape for the coming year. Making her way towards the principal's office to do the same, she felt a brief moment of bitterness as she thought about her peers greeting the new students, while poor old Phrixia was too shy to even consider doing the same.


Brass Leapers

Grumbling as he swept about the corridors of the main school building, Brass prepared himself for what he was sure would be a year no more enjoyable than any others. He had been cleaning since the crack of dawn, clearing the layers of dust that had accumulated over the short break, having arrived at the same time as the vampires and other creatures unable to stay outside in the day. Despite his efforts, however, he was well aware that, by the time the classes started, even the time of the Orientation, the halls would lose their shine, yet he continued to slave away, ensuring the best for the students who mightn't even know of his existence. They were what kept him at the school. Well, not entirely. But what he did value, above all else, was the smiles he saw in the children's faces every day, and knowing he played a part in keeping them comfortable made his year.

With a sigh of relief, he decided the school couldn't get any cleaner and decided to return to his apartment, nearly being bowled over by his six youngest children as he entered the door, his six eldest having already left to find their dorms. Looking from his wife to half of his children, many of them with red hair so like his own, he felt content, and maybe optimistic, for what might not be a year that's all bad.
 

  • Nestled happily within a pile of blankets was a rather small and sleepy being, who at this moment had refused to wake up from a seemingly long rest. Her ears twitched, paws moving as she seemed to be moving about within her dreams. The sleepy rat opened her eyes slightly, silted pupils surrounded by a sea of blood red. She stretched her arms, rolling onto her back. "I guess I should get up," she told herself, rubbing her small hands against her nose and eyes. Sitting up, she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand. She turned her head, raising a brow as she heard someone at her door. Groggily, she got onto her four paws and stretched, heading to the door to open it. She raised bipedal, still onto to the knees of the familiar person at her door. As she went to speak, a yawn left her lips. "Shol," she said as a smile spread onto her lips, "I wasn't expecting you yet. What time is it?" Though she asked a question, she didn't seem to give him much time to respond as she walked away, rubbing her face more. It felt far too early to be up, since she was so used to being awake during the night. But with school beginning, she had to adjust this schedule.

    "It is orientation, isn't it? I should wash my face and hair. Will you brush it for me when I'm done?" she asked him, moving to a small fountain filled with water that circulated. She looked at him before plunging her small hands into the water, then ran them over her face quickly to wash up. Though her face seemed to just appear cleaner, her ears fluffed up and appeared to be a tad cleaner. She grinned a little bit then did the same sort of cleaning motion with her hair till it was slick and wet. She then shook herself out, appearing to be feeling much better. The small teacher then scurried off to grab a small, wooden brush that appeared to be hand carved. She had gotten this so long ago, and it was obviously aged, but the Rattus had refused to get a new one despite the somewhat clear need.

    Appearing out of her small burrow, Marion held out to wooden hair tool and looked up at him with large eyes. "We must hurry, I should be dressed appropriately. I believe I might get a class of first years!" she told him as if this were amazing news. She turned her back to him, waiting for him to sit down so she could perch in his lap as they normally did. Though an odd pair, he seemed to be one of the teachers she felt the most comfortable with. Both had been alive for so long, and suffered so much, yet still were able to keep a sort of childish mannerisms. "I am rather excited. I think this year will be spectacular. Are you excited?" she questioned, closing her eyes as she waited for the brush to lightly tug her silky hair.
 
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Aiko Monorumi
Current Gender: Male
Mentions: His New Roommate ( ScatheAriiasqDrayceon ScatheAriiasqDrayceon )​

Aiko stepped through the portal for his third year at Magma Core. Looking around, there seemed to be a lot more new faces around than last year. A lot of them looked around in awe and confusion. However, with so many first years around, it was trouble trying to spot the more familiar faces among the crowds. Were the classes getting bigger? He fiddled with the hem of his skirt, unsure of how this would affect the amount of free space would be left to roam. He pushed those thoughts aside before proceeding forward. The heat rising from the volcano was just as arid as the previous years, but Aiko learned to tolerate it and appreciate the warmth that it brings. The ocean always held frigid waters, but by now, Magma Core was a like a second home to Aiko.

He heard a sort of commotion up ahead and noticed just about every first year was looking skyward, as well as plenty of the older students and teachers as well. He only smiled as the Headmistress displayed her self and her power to the many onlookers. The wind produced from the display whipped his braid around, luckily not whacking any of the other students. He had to admit though that is was a little cute how the first years reacted to almost sprayed by the magma kicked up. He himself was far worse his first year, and it took the Vice Principal just about half an hour to get him to stop cowering and drag him into the building. I bet she still laughs about it to this day. He thought to himself.

He stopped short and turned to a first year with large rabbit ears who seemed particularly shaky. "No need to worry about getting burnt up, little bunny. The teachers here would never let anyone get hurt on their first day. You can hopefully rest easier with that." With a smile he walked off, leaving the bunny girl behind. She was blushing as she turned to her friends and chattered excitedly about the enchanting boy she he met. Her friends, however, looked quizzically at her and to the boy who wore the female uniform. His finned ears stuck out to them and they wondered why a fish person had such an effect on their furried friend, and why they chose to come to attend a school in a volcano.

Aiko paid no mind to any of and instead moved forward. He looked down at his dorm card. Room 4. My lucky number. He passed by a group of girls he were watching the resident angel. What a beautiful man he was. Aiko still remembered the way students would often look between him and Asher last year. While Asher's unintentional beauty got him attention, Aiko's unintentional charm got him his. Still he didn't give much attention to Asher besides a glanced as he scoured the hallway for his room number. It wasn't difficult considering his room number last year was 6, and soon enough he faced the door neatly plated with the number 4. Aiko swiped his card, and entered the room.

Inside was a maroon haired individual who was already busy with setting up their own side of the room. "Looks like you beat me here. Is this your first year?" Aiko asked with a smile. He didn't recognize them, so he was quick to introduce himself. "I'm Aiko, and I'm a third year, so feel free to ask me if you need anything and I'll do my best to help." He then move to the unoccupied side of the room and began unpacking. His baggage lied somewhat heavy on the carpeted floor as he moved to fill his drawers. First went his clothes, separating the feminine attire from the more masculine. Two books, laminated to prevent water damage, were set on the nightstand, along with a candle, which Aiko learned to bring along after his first year. Finally he placed a multicolored shard or sea glass on the dresser.

Aiko placing his baggage and whatever was left in it in the trunk at the food of his bed and leaned back onto the bed. "It's always quite the journey getting here." He sighed, removing his cloak. His arms were riddled with scrapes and bruises from of the torrential parts of the oceans, and his hair, despite them being in a volcano, was still damp. "I bet it was certainly interesting getting here for the first time." His tone was melodic and almost hypnotizing, but Aiko just wanted to be welcoming. Once introductions were over and first impressions were made, Aiko could revert to his quieter demeanor.
 
Flame barely even glanced up at the opening of the dorm door, much too used to cohabitating with others to startle. Their ears—under their hair—did, however flick backward in displeasure as they realized whoever it was was chatty. Their tail flicked behind them, wings folded arrow-head style over their back. Their face was partially blocked by the appendages, which twitched occasionally with their movements.

The shifter finally raised their head after a long moment of poking through their bag, returning with a small, strange-looking earpiece that they promptly attached. What followed was... a little strange.

They clicked a few times in rapid succession, paused, shook their head, then spoke. "I am a first year, yes." They stumbled partially over the words before finding a rhythm, said rhythm being a burst of three to five words, a small pause, then three more words. The pause wasn't too noticeable, but it definitely gave a jerky-feeling to their speech. "You may call me Flame. Dryaceon works as well."

Their tone wasn't exactly unfriendly, but certainly not open. It sounded a tad annoyed, pitch dipped to a slight growl, though more often than not, rising to a hiss before they were even finished with the sentence before dropping down again. "You're in the same year as Viri," they muttered with a snort.

Viridian most-likely just spouted information off to anyone she interacted with about their slightly-dysfunctional little family, and since Flame was her "dearest little sib", they were probably the most-referenced person in her stories.

Well...

That and Flame and Viri had a habit of causing chaos on the ship, which made for good stories.

Flame screwed up their nose at their new room-mate's last few sentences, tilting their head with what could roughly be defined as "confusion". "I walked." they stated dryly. "It isn't that complicated."

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Apple Draquis


With the mighty power of caffeine, Apple was able to wake herself up and be ready for this special day. Apple was absolutely thrilled to be back at Magma Core High. She looked up at her father's eyes with a large smile on her face as they both stood outside the gateway, she was simply hyping herself up to step into the portal that will lead her to Magma Core High. Her father had a proud look on his face as he watched his daughter's excited face.

"Sooooo, I'm gonna get going now, would you perhaps want a hug or somethin-" However, before she gets to finish her sentence, she was suddenly hugged by her father, almost dropping her coffee at hand.

"Be good, Apple. Make me and the rest of the Draquis family proud." He gave her back a pat, whilst hugging her tighter than ever.

"Pfft! Ha! I'm already making you proud, I could just tell i-" Before she could once again finish her sentence, she was shoved to the portal by her absolutely doting father and before she went through that portal, she saw the smug look on her father's face. Apple only smirked back, as if accepting some sort of challenge. A challenge that will lead her to the path of success in the name of the Draquis Household.

Before Apple could completely fall to the ground and make a fool out of herself, she quickly regained balance thanks to her quick reflexes. And by the time she stepped into the familiar sight of the school, she was already proudly standing. She calmly took a sip of her coffee as she started walking to her assigned dorm room. The heat from the lava below is making her feel like home, it made the scales on her tail twitch with excitement. As she was continuing her walk, that was when the principal made her grand entrance. She may have been in this school for two years, but the principal never ceases to amaze Apple. Apple has the highest respect when it comes to elder dragons or other respectable dragons in general.
When she was near enough, she saw a glimpse of the headmaster's one and only child, Draco Firehawrt, being absolutely cuddled by his mother. Apple let out a snort as she watched the whole interaction. Then she heard it, a sound that she had only heard her father make at some rare occasions and it just makes Apple go 'Awww' inside.

After a few minutes later trying to find room 3, she finally found it and by that time, she was able to finally dispose her cup of coffee and at least made herself look presentable. She stood outside the door with her ID card at hand, she hoped her roommate is someone who has prestige and is quite reputable. It would be a waste of energy to pretend to like someone she doesn't particularly connect or relate with. Apple didn't need any reminder to remind herself the code, she had been memorising it ever since she first got it. Apple knocked first to alarm anyone inside before popping the code in and opening the door.

Upon opening it, the first thing she saw was the familiar eyes of Arthur B. Walker. Apple sighed with relief as it was someone she was at least familiar with, she had some classes with him from previous years. And he also has some exceptional fencing skills. Apple was just glad it was another honours student, she'd rather prefer that than someone who doesn't have a status at all.

Apple then made her way to the spare bed and plopped her duffle bag on top of it. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Arthur Walker." Apple reached her hand out to Arthur to greet him. "I'm Apple Draquis, from the dragonic Draquis Household."
With that said, Apple only had one thought in mind, Surely, this will be an interesting year.

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Name: Arthur B. Walker
Species: Vampire
Location: Dorm
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Arthur's ears perked up as he heard footsteps approaching the door. As the person got closer, the scent of a dragon became clear for him. He let out a disappointed sigh, having a dragon as a roommate would be an absolute drag. However as the door opened, the scent became all too familiar to him, akin to knowing the smell of a friend's home.

He turned to see his roommate and grinned.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too,"Arthur shook Apple's hand. "I am Arthur B. Walker, of the Royal Walker Family. Of course you know that already, a woman sophisticated like yourself would know such things.

"Quite a shock to have you as my roommate, especially since last time we had interacted with one another, we were pointing sabres at each other." He let out a small chuckled. "It is an honour to meet you officially."


Both Apple Draquis and her family were people to be respected. Their high achievements and athleticism was something to marvelled at, evident by Apple's fencing skills. Even the prideful Arthur would admit that her skills surpasses his. The senses of a Vampire may be difficult to beat but a Draquis family member's athleticism was harder to overcome.
 
Shol begins every day the same, wake up and eat breakfast, which; ordinarily consists of fruits. From there, he starts an early workout session then takes a quick shower. This routine hasn't changed for over a hundred years, but a small fiend has stolen his attention for quite some time. While he knocked and awaited her answer, Shol began stretching and preparing himself to handle the sleepy menace ahead. " Good morning Marion! " His cheerful voice greeted the dainty rat. In response to her comment, he gave one of his cheeky responses, not exactly noticing her fall back into her room. " Well, you know what they say. The early bird gets the worm! " His hand then came up to the small braided tips of his beard, which he then began stroking it in ponder. " I believe John Ray was the first one to write such a phrase..." Shol's mind came back into reality once Marion invited him in, along with inviting him to her brush. " Well, of course! I am here to please after all." His gaze shifted from her as she wetted her hair. Ordinarily focused on his small companion, but every time he entered her room, Shol couldn't stop himself from noticing the slight mess it was always in. Of course, everyone's room gets messy, but he expects it from her at this point.
So while she went for her brush within her little den, he let out some of those ponderous thoughts. " You know, we both could clean up this room lickety-split. Your den could probably stay though- " Shol brought his fingers up, shaping them as one would look through a camera lens. "- It has a bit of artistic beauty to it, nature in its primal form." He seemed all serious, then the facade dropped and he leaned over into laughter. " Oh, man...But seriously, I think the little pile you have there is cute, all condensed and unassuming." After finishing his teasing, he nodded and sat down on the bed, he did this for her every day so it came as natural as waking up. Grasping the brush, he waited for her to take her seat, then began to brush...Ah yes! Shol the legendary brusher... self-proclaimed.
His thoughts drifted some half focused on her, he had almost forgotten that it was a completely new year, time feels neglected when you're ageless like him, though that is perhaps one of the many reasons he spends so much time with Marion, it is one being that may never leave his side, even when the day comes for the sun to burn away. " Ah yes! " Shol perked up, giving a bright smile, radiating excitement as he spoke. " I can't wait to see my students, they will all have to experience the rollercoaster that is ' Shol! The best dang teacher to ever live!' " The chipper man gave a hearty laugh, careful to continue his constant brushing. " I hope the new students behave themselves though, don't want to sick the bird-man on them. " Giving a soft chuckle, his gaze fell down to the companion before him, his questions then turned to her. " What about you Marmar, think you can handle a bunch of rascals, horrific teenagers? " Shol then blinked, bringing his free hand up to scratch his chin. " Well, at least I hope they're teenagers...don't know what to expect with these kids. "
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The small goblin had blundered into year of school for the "supernatural". Sounded like bloody joke If you asked him. He was just average auzzi goblin bloke from Queensland. Sure he'd make a lotta money off selling the booze to the young fellas but.... where's the adventure? The fun? I wanted to bloody meet Yoda in shit. Well It's like the say in Townsville " if ya go brown downtown you better throw that shit inbound" Never knew what that ment, but im thristy for a good rippa aussi cupa tea. So time for me to go to me dorm an ask that Skinny "vampire" fella( heh vampire) whose my dorm mate if he got a kettle( I don't know if he is my dorm mate but he seems like a weak bloke.) So Here I go off bloody park my Sandman in the park and off to get a cup o' rippa aussi tea .
 
So, this is the start of another year at Magma Core, huh? 17-year-old Steve Freeling was more than familiar with how things operated at the school after a year of attendance. The tall and slender teen walked down the hall towards his dorm, a backpack slung over his shoulder as he rolled a suitcase along behind him. He was very strong, so this wasn't that difficult. I'm getting a roommate, too, huh? Oh, God, please don't let them be an edgelord. His countenance carried a stoic expression, his blue eyes giving away no strong emotions. He wore a green T-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Steve considered himself a simple guy with simple needs. He wasn't concerned with dressing in an overly flashy manner, and he even saw the school uniform as a bit too fancy. Oh, well. Before long, he made it to the door of his dorm and opened it. He saw a grey-skinned boy with horns who was much taller than himself. Damn, and I'm six-four. This guy looks like he's well over eight feet. Oh, yeah. I think I've seen him in classes before. Is he some kinda demon? What are those scars? It doesn't matter. He seems like he doesn't want to be bothered. Might as well get this over with. Steve went into the room. His stoic expression made way for a friendly smile as he introduced himself, though he was still what some might consider eerily calm.
"Yo, I'm Steve and I guess we're roommates."
There. I said it. It's out of the way. And let's hope he doesn't try to beat my ass to death solely for talking to him.
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  • Venesha of all people really wanted her son to grow up big and strong, though he was still quite young for a dragon, he would still need a good hundred years before he reached his full size, he'd likely end up being much bigger than his mother. While Venesha herself was quite short in comparison to her son, her husband wasn't much taller than her, her father though? Well, Draco's grandfather had been almost nine feet tall, he'd tower over the boy in size and build, he was a grand old dragon for sure. The dragoness looked down to her young and pulled him closer using her wing to hug him and press her muzzle against his face. She did love her Bubby so much, much more than she could have ever dreamed of loving him, more than she loved the school. It was hard to let go of Draco, after she lost his father she had always been a bit more attached to her son. Her only son.

    Age: 1,524yrs
    Birthday: April 10th
    Gender: Female
    Pronouns: She/Her
    Species: Dragon Shifter
    Powers: Shifting, Fire Manipulation, and Armor Manipulation
    Occupation: Headmistress
    Location: Front Gate -> Main Hall
    Interactions: Draco Firehawrt, Delilah Rubyfang
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    "One day all of this will be yours." She stated and made a happy reptile noise, some sort of clicking almost. "This year is going to be grander than the last, I can feel it, and with every year that you grow you are going to become a magnificent dragon!" She beamed with pride. "Once you learn to control your shifting and your other powers-" "Oh!" Draco butted in, "Dranka!" He tried to shake Venesha's wing off and she lifted it with a raise of her brow. "I uh, better go make sure she doesn't need to use the bathroom!" And just like that, she watched her son leave her side, a frown replacing her smile as she sighed. Refolding her wing against her frame she watched the students in silence, studying them, the new faces and the old ones. She could pick out most fourth-year students and was starting to remember third-year students too. Thankfully she wasn't left alone for too long, taking note of a small white bat fluttering up to her, it landed on top of her muzzle and she chuckled softly. She'd never get over the small size of her dearest friend.

    "He wants to leave the den, just let him." Delilah huffed as she held onto the muzzle of her friend, she had watched the whole thing go down and was on Draco's side it seemed. Venesha said nothing and rolled her eyes. "Oh come on Nene, he doesn't like all the attention you give him, you need to start letting go!" Delilah pestered and Venehsa sighed, giving a sad look. "Don't give me that." She started and Venesha made a noise similar to a whine but nodded a bit. "Come on, let's go prepare for those speeches. No use hanging around at the gate. They'll close with or without you, you know that." She said and the draconic woman nodded some in defeat before opening her wings. The tiny tiny bat took to the air and fluttered softly to the ground before she shifted back, and was joined by her best friend. The taller woman interlinked arms with Delilah and smiled before heading inside the large main building, sashaying some together. Venesha didn't want to let go of her Bubby, not yet, he was still so young. They walked the wide halls, two sets of heels clicking on the polished flooring, a mesh of white hair fluttering next to purple and black hair as the two headed for the auditorium to start setting it up.

 
Morgan kept up her awkward smile, hand still aloft in the air, "Yeah, uh, nice to meet you too Mathilde?"

Morgan wasn't good with people, she'd known that for years, last year had been a slap in the face, because for all her bluster, Cameron had been something of a wake-up call.

...and Draco an intervention if she was being honest with herself.

Yet, Mathilde, (Mattie? Nicknames, unless they were sorta-insults, weren't really her thing, and she kind of wanted to sleep in her dorm room unlike last year, so calling the Slime 'Snail Trail' was out of the equation), seemed nice enough, all things considered.

"Er, Morgan Layton. Second year, honors." She offered, side stepping the Slime silently.

"I, uh, might be up late studying a lot, so, um, sorry in advance?"

Swallowing she dropped her smile and grimaced a bit, before taking a breath, dropping her free hand, and offering a slightly softer, more genuine, smile.

'It's actually kind of freaky,' she remembered one of her old classmates saying off-handedly once, 'Layton's genuine smiles are pretty damn rare, and I kind of want to punch her for not doing it more often. Makes her cute, for all that's worth with her personality.'

...and promptly rushed over to her bed.

"Yeah, so, basic ground rules, right?" She began, throwing her suitcase on the unclaimed bed, "Don't touch my stuff, I won't touch yours. I'll help you study any Saturday or Wednesday, and some Mondays, but only if you absolutely need it, don't ask about the Fox Face snarl thing, and I won't question it when slime gets on my stuff most of the time... And uh, basic decency between people, I guess. Also, if you can't get to the dorm before curfew, I lock the door at eleven, and you'll have to crash with a friend for the night. I've got... Bad experiences with people breaking in to mess with my stuff."

She shrugged awkwardly, obviously unsure about how to proceed.

'Would Draco be adverse to a potential Socialization Seminar of some sort?' Not that she would let him know it was for her, or anyone really...
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The walk to the dorm was mostly uneventful, slow, tedious even.

The cousins were joined at the hip the entire way, Sora's long hair trailing after her like an after thought, and Kazuto's dull red a bobbing thing amongst the sea of people they passed through.

"You think we'll make friends?" Is the general question once they make it to the front doors of the dorm, Sora's hand grasps at crook of her elder cousins elbow.

Kazuto's race twists up, like he's not quite sure of what she just said, but responds, "No time like the present on finding out, besides, we've still got each other."

He pressed a hand into her long hair, and ruffled it, only to earn a few light smacks, causing him to laugh.
 
Okay, so he could be worse. Steve wordlessly closed the door at Lucifer's request, his expression seldom altering itself over the next several minutes. Noise can be annoying when you're trying to focus, I guess. Steve had gotten used to the noise over the years, learning to sometimes tune it out as he went along. I am the guy with super hearing after all. Keep it quiet. No big deal. The subject of Lucifer's family also came up. Then the subject turned to bathroom products. There are actually guys who mess with other guys' razors? I don't even use eyeliner or nail polish, so that's not even an issue for me. Sharing notes isn't a problem as long as I know you're not gonna cheat off of me. This had happened to Steve twice during his tenure at Magma Core and a few times in middle school, and he hadn't been too pleased when his eighth-grade algebra teacher had accused him of cheating as a result. Just because you have a tiny bit of resentment for a subject that has no practical use whatsoever. With that, the somewhat one-sided conversationnot too big a deal for a go-with-the-flow kind of guy like Steveturned to food. Give the necessary cash to replace snacks. Got it. Hell, I'll go buy them myself. I don't expect to just live off of people and that's not for me anyways. We work for a living in my family. He had always been a very independent boy who liked having his own and depended only on himself. He'd even gotten himself a job at a convenience store not very far from the school. Stay quiet after dinner. No problem. With that, a break came into their one-sided dialogue—Monologue? Steve thought to himselfas Lucifer finished dressing himself and asked if he had any questions. Any questions... He thought about it for a second before shaking his head lightly.
"I think I got everything." I guess we should be good to go, then.
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