KitKatAstrophe
a little bit lost, but has the spirit
Kalliope
Kalliope considered herself lucky to get into a place as prestigious-looking as this one. The entire castle was incredibly extravagant, its spiralling towers and turrets at first appearing intimidating to her; though she quickly came to realise how beautiful the school truly was. It was like nothing they had known from back at their home, as the large majority of the buildings where they came from was limited to caves and coral reefs with the occasional rock pile - which was considered to be the epitome of architecture. She didn't quite know how she got so lucky. For starters, she had zero connections to anyone on land, making it a miracle that she discovered this academy in the first place, and secondly, she had heard that it was quite the task to secure a place at Nightshade. It seemed like everyone around her was buzzing with chatter about the new school that accommodated all types of creatures, no matter their size, strength or rank (whatever a rank was), and from listening to the idle conversations of strangers in the street she came to realise that there would be many applicants this year. And lastly, there was the dooming reality that Kalliope had practically no idea about how anything on land worked. The problem wasn't even that they didn't know much; the worst of it was that they didn't even know what it was that they needed to learn. Not a single person had reached out to help them - not like they had expected anyone to, it seemed like land-dwellers were even less willing to speak to strangers as her kind were - so they were left entirely lost in a completely new environment, not a nickel to their name. It would probably be fine, though.
Now, even if she didn't know much about land life, she did have the sense to get herself the basics. Somehow, she had managed to scrape together the essentials like some clothes as well as products to fulfil her sanitary needs, all not-so neatly shoved into a suitcase that she got from who knows where. And so, they weren't completely unprepared to start at Nightshade, which they stood outside of, their suitcase's handle clutched tightly in their fist. Without saying a word, she already stood out somehow; no doubt because of her heritage. Anyone who didn't know Kalliope was a siren would have no idea why she appeared to be sparkling under the sunlight, or how it seemed as if she was some otherworldly being gracing the Earth with her presence. Her skin seemed to shine all shades of blue and purple; her hair cascading effortlessly over her shoulders, yet still seeming perfectly placed; not to mention the wistful expression she saw that made her look so delicate and elegant. Something about her was so ethereal, yet it was so difficult to put a finger on what. Moving on, however. It was time for them to enter. Pounding in their ears was the sound of their heart, so to calm themself they took a deep breath in, exhaling slowly and allowing her shoulders to relax. Time to take the first step... which she immediately tripped doing. Curse not having a tail.
Farren
Heavens, this place was loud. Very loud. All these students scuttling around, rushing to get to who knows where; it was enough to drive Farren crazy. Back when she was young - actually young - people were much better behaved in public, they weren't nearly so frantic and unorganised. In her day, people knew where they were going and got there. That clearly wasn't the case here. Ah, well, there wasn't much to be done about it now. After all, it seemed as if she would have to get used to it, seeing as she'd be attending this school for the next few years. Better get used to it fast, then. The first thing she reckoned she'd do was, well, enter. She began to walk, lugging an impossibly heavy suitcase behind her, only able to take a few paces before hearing a sickening tear sound that she elected to ignore. Big mistake, as only a few seconds later she found that she wasn't holding on to her suitcase anymore - rather, she had a tight grip on it, but the rest of her arm did not have as tight a grip on her body. Should've stopped to fix it when she had the chance. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she stepped back over to the suitcase, using her still-attached hand to pry the fingers off the handle and making sure not to snap anything. Her bones were infuriatingly brittle, so it was crucial that she was careful. 10 minutes later, Farren had finally managed to free the suitcase of her hand's iron grip, with minimal damage to her fingers and wrist. Although most of the time she could control her detached limbs, times like this where their removal was accidental seemed to affect her ability to do that. With her still functioning arm, she laid the suitcase back on the ground, unzipping it and cracking it open to reveal some bundled up clothes, toiletries, and most importantly a sewing kit. Grabbing the latter item, she sat down on the ground, getting to work.
MILD GORE WARNING
First of all, she rolled up the sleeve of her shirt, exposing the shoulder that ended in a flat stump, its appearance giving the impression that her arm had been cut off by some kind of meat cleaver. The stump was completely smooth, save for the hole that her bone was meant to slot in. Immediately after looking at it she felt herself gag, the stench still disgusting her after the years that she had been doing this. It's not easy to get used to the smell of rotting flesh. Secondly, she picked a needle out of the box and examining it before pulling out a light blue spool of thread, which she frowned at seeing that she was running low on it. Realistically, it didn't matter what colour she used, but she did prefer this one as it matched her sickly skin tone better. More noticeable stitches were the last thing she wanted, especially considering that she already had multiple thick, black lines across her face from when she was first brought back. She pinched the needle between her feet, leaning forward to threat the needle. By now she was quite experienced in it, slotting it through the eye on the first try. For strength, she doubled up the thread, then picked up the needle and dug it into her skin, primarily sewing in an anchor, then slowly working around her arm until it was tightly secured all around. At last she sewed a neat finish, biting off the remaining friend and tossing it back into her sewing box for later use. Before putting anything away, Farren spent a few minutes stretching her arm and fingers, trying to bring sensation back to them as quickly as possible. Once she was happy, she fit the box back inside her suitcase, zipped it closed and carried on, this time dragging it with her other arm. Surely nothing would happen with this one, right?
Oh, come on. Looks like she'd be here for a while.
Kalliope considered herself lucky to get into a place as prestigious-looking as this one. The entire castle was incredibly extravagant, its spiralling towers and turrets at first appearing intimidating to her; though she quickly came to realise how beautiful the school truly was. It was like nothing they had known from back at their home, as the large majority of the buildings where they came from was limited to caves and coral reefs with the occasional rock pile - which was considered to be the epitome of architecture. She didn't quite know how she got so lucky. For starters, she had zero connections to anyone on land, making it a miracle that she discovered this academy in the first place, and secondly, she had heard that it was quite the task to secure a place at Nightshade. It seemed like everyone around her was buzzing with chatter about the new school that accommodated all types of creatures, no matter their size, strength or rank (whatever a rank was), and from listening to the idle conversations of strangers in the street she came to realise that there would be many applicants this year. And lastly, there was the dooming reality that Kalliope had practically no idea about how anything on land worked. The problem wasn't even that they didn't know much; the worst of it was that they didn't even know what it was that they needed to learn. Not a single person had reached out to help them - not like they had expected anyone to, it seemed like land-dwellers were even less willing to speak to strangers as her kind were - so they were left entirely lost in a completely new environment, not a nickel to their name. It would probably be fine, though.
Now, even if she didn't know much about land life, she did have the sense to get herself the basics. Somehow, she had managed to scrape together the essentials like some clothes as well as products to fulfil her sanitary needs, all not-so neatly shoved into a suitcase that she got from who knows where. And so, they weren't completely unprepared to start at Nightshade, which they stood outside of, their suitcase's handle clutched tightly in their fist. Without saying a word, she already stood out somehow; no doubt because of her heritage. Anyone who didn't know Kalliope was a siren would have no idea why she appeared to be sparkling under the sunlight, or how it seemed as if she was some otherworldly being gracing the Earth with her presence. Her skin seemed to shine all shades of blue and purple; her hair cascading effortlessly over her shoulders, yet still seeming perfectly placed; not to mention the wistful expression she saw that made her look so delicate and elegant. Something about her was so ethereal, yet it was so difficult to put a finger on what. Moving on, however. It was time for them to enter. Pounding in their ears was the sound of their heart, so to calm themself they took a deep breath in, exhaling slowly and allowing her shoulders to relax. Time to take the first step... which she immediately tripped doing. Curse not having a tail.
Farren
Heavens, this place was loud. Very loud. All these students scuttling around, rushing to get to who knows where; it was enough to drive Farren crazy. Back when she was young - actually young - people were much better behaved in public, they weren't nearly so frantic and unorganised. In her day, people knew where they were going and got there. That clearly wasn't the case here. Ah, well, there wasn't much to be done about it now. After all, it seemed as if she would have to get used to it, seeing as she'd be attending this school for the next few years. Better get used to it fast, then. The first thing she reckoned she'd do was, well, enter. She began to walk, lugging an impossibly heavy suitcase behind her, only able to take a few paces before hearing a sickening tear sound that she elected to ignore. Big mistake, as only a few seconds later she found that she wasn't holding on to her suitcase anymore - rather, she had a tight grip on it, but the rest of her arm did not have as tight a grip on her body. Should've stopped to fix it when she had the chance. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she stepped back over to the suitcase, using her still-attached hand to pry the fingers off the handle and making sure not to snap anything. Her bones were infuriatingly brittle, so it was crucial that she was careful. 10 minutes later, Farren had finally managed to free the suitcase of her hand's iron grip, with minimal damage to her fingers and wrist. Although most of the time she could control her detached limbs, times like this where their removal was accidental seemed to affect her ability to do that. With her still functioning arm, she laid the suitcase back on the ground, unzipping it and cracking it open to reveal some bundled up clothes, toiletries, and most importantly a sewing kit. Grabbing the latter item, she sat down on the ground, getting to work.
MILD GORE WARNING
First of all, she rolled up the sleeve of her shirt, exposing the shoulder that ended in a flat stump, its appearance giving the impression that her arm had been cut off by some kind of meat cleaver. The stump was completely smooth, save for the hole that her bone was meant to slot in. Immediately after looking at it she felt herself gag, the stench still disgusting her after the years that she had been doing this. It's not easy to get used to the smell of rotting flesh. Secondly, she picked a needle out of the box and examining it before pulling out a light blue spool of thread, which she frowned at seeing that she was running low on it. Realistically, it didn't matter what colour she used, but she did prefer this one as it matched her sickly skin tone better. More noticeable stitches were the last thing she wanted, especially considering that she already had multiple thick, black lines across her face from when she was first brought back. She pinched the needle between her feet, leaning forward to threat the needle. By now she was quite experienced in it, slotting it through the eye on the first try. For strength, she doubled up the thread, then picked up the needle and dug it into her skin, primarily sewing in an anchor, then slowly working around her arm until it was tightly secured all around. At last she sewed a neat finish, biting off the remaining friend and tossing it back into her sewing box for later use. Before putting anything away, Farren spent a few minutes stretching her arm and fingers, trying to bring sensation back to them as quickly as possible. Once she was happy, she fit the box back inside her suitcase, zipped it closed and carried on, this time dragging it with her other arm. Surely nothing would happen with this one, right?
Oh, come on. Looks like she'd be here for a while.
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