Fantasy (Open) Supernatural High School, New.

[_Lucifer_]

(If interested, go to (Lore) Supernatural High School, new and improved. for information about the RP and Supernatural High School, New and Improved. to fill out a CS.)
(Go ahead and start by having your characters arrive.)

 

[Shagranoz]

Samantha materialized on the grounds, a teleportation glyph under her feet. At first, she wasn't sure she'd keep her magic after dying, but apparently, it worked just fine. She started to float towards the school, wondering if anyone would show up to join her.

 

[_Lucifer_]

Cain approached the school's campus. He was already excited for this school year to start. From what he had heard from his Senior friends last year, Senior year was basically a blow off year. The electives you take are basically classes that you've already had. So basically this year was a year for clubs and hookups, and he couldn't wait for both of them.

Sadly though, the shifter decided that he should probably get his dorm key so he could rid himself of this God forsaken case. The young man travelled to the dorm office, taking a total 3 minute walk to the small building. It would've taken a bit longer if he wasn't in a slight hurry. Anyway, once he was there he entered the building took a place at the end of one of the two lines there. The office workers worked quick though, knowing that it would make both their own lives and the student's lives easier. Soon enough, Cain was at the front of the line being given his key. Now that he was a Senior, he would live on the fourth story of the building.

The shifter immediately turned and traveled to the top floor of the boy's dormitory, finding room 6 and entering the dorm with his key. Thankfully, he didn't have a roommate yet so the room was empty. Cain tossed the rather large case onto the bed near the window. Now, should he stay and unpack or go interact with people? Let's go with interacting with people.

Cain turned, locked and closed the door, and walked from the dormitory. On his quest to find someone to interact with, the growing young man past by the food court outside of the boy's dorm building. The smells emanating from the stands/booths/ and very small buildings were overcoming. Being an athletic teenage male was enough on his appetite, but being a shifter too? The poor boy was always hungry. So he decided to take a pit stop and get some food before finding a social victim.

 

[Ticci Toby Rogers]

Mathias walked with the hood of his cloak up to hide his face from the other people on the campus as he dragged his grey duffle bag towards the dorm office. He walked in and, after some confusion about going the wrong direction, began to talk to the people who were in charge of the dorm assignments. Initially they were going to put him in a girls dorm, after they looked up his last name, but a mumbled, "I'ma boy," changed their minds.

Mathias was pleasantly suppressed when they handed him the key to a male dorm room, and told him where to go. He was ecstatic really. Happy enough to take the hod of his cloak down, and walk happily up the stairs to his new dorm room.

He unlocked the door to find things already inside, most likely from his room mate, whoever that might be. To say Mathias was worried about having a room mate was an understatement. Just seeing the things on the other half of the room made Mathias start panicking. He quickly set his duffle bag on his bed, and managed to squeeze himself into the small closet that was on his side of the room. He sat there for a while, in the dark, trying to calm down. His only success was that he managed to refrain from crying this time.

 

[Xio]

Ragna shouldn't have felt this comfortable. Sure this was Russia, but jackets usually made her feel half cold, half hot. However she felt nothing, save when she turned her head wrong; maybe it was different when it was Russia? It was still early autumn though. Or late summer? That or that she was undead. Not a pleasant thought; we're going with that its Russia. Though undeath would explain why her luggage felt lighter. No, stop thinking about that! That's weird.

Which brought her to the second weirdly comforting part; everyone looked human. She had been half expecting all sorts of dragons and flying demi-humans, but everyone was just walking around. No wings, no beasts, just people trying to find their dorms. That helped a bit, but it was still odd thinking they were all like her. Well, not exactly, but... Ow, ow, ow. Ragna tucked her head back into her hood, covering the cheek that she had exposed to the sunlight. That was going to take some getting used to.

Ragna hurried into the dorm offices. Once inside, she gave a sigh of relief and pulled her hood back before walking over to the counter. After she confirmed the 'sunburn' on her cheek was alright, thank you for asking, she got her dorm key. Second story; nothing fancy.

She thanked the receptionist before donning her hood again and heading back out. As she headed for the woman's dorm, she caught a whiff of the food court outside it's doors. It smelled a bit better than she thought a highschool cafeteria would, but it wasn't very appetizing. Not that surprising, but she was still hungry. Thirsty? Either way, finding food on the way here was hard. She'd have to come back here later.

Until then, Ragna went into the dorm and climbed up the stairwell to her room. She took a deep breath, ready to meet whoever was on the other side. Monster or not, she could make friends with them. Once she was ready, she knocked on the door before turning the key, "Heya!" Hrm... Empty. Well, at least that gave her a chance to claim some space.

She tossed her bag on the bed closest to the window. Then she realized how bad of an idea that was and threw it onto the opposite bed instead. With that she started unpacking, claiming her side of the room.

 

[SheepKing]

Ebere was a walking marshmallow that somehow was holding an even bigger suit case. She had no idea what the temperature below seventy degrees was like so she bought anything that could keep her warm. As she waddled to school, Ebere was being glanced at by some people walking by. Her cheeks became as red as tomatoes and became redder with each step.but there was no way in H-E double hockey sticks that she was going to take off the layers. She was already freezing even with them on.

She almost jumped seeing a ghost materialize and yelped. Thinking that the poor girl probably had to go through that reaction many times and was probably annoyed by it Ebere decided to pretend not to notice her and continued her way to the school.

Eventually she finally went inside and had to shed pounds of jackets. Back to her usual outfit, she went over to the dorm office and got her key. It was on the first floor apparently. Grabbing her jackets and suit case she stumbled to the dorms until she finally got there.

Ebere crashed on the ground dying from the trip. She had stayed up until one in the morning due to the stupid flight. Grabbing onto the bed, Ebere pulled her self up and forced her self to set up her side of the room. After an hour she was done. Her side was littered with cheesy poster and wall scrolls of random shows and games. It looked like a stereotypical nerd room from an early two thousand's movie. She plopped onto the bed dreading when her roommate or roommates would come.

Shagranoz

 

[idalie]

Prof. Mortimer Voltaire
Mortimer almost never slept, there was little reason to anymore. Always reading, thinking, writing, doing something to keep his mind off what lurked in his subconscious. Not that it was healthy in any way to avoid the types of issues he'd amassed, but being stubborn and old, Voltaire couldn't care less. However, as of late, the same image continued to haunt him without fail. Waking up in that damn forest, half dressed and covered in his own blood. A painful memory to witness again and again, after all - he could've gone home if he'd only noticed the ambush earlier. Home to a wife and children - to his newborn son. Home. And now, he was only the face on a family tree.

The vampire paused with such melancholy thoughts before steeling himself. It wasn't the time to be thinking such things, especially not on the first day back. As much as he enjoyed his work with the students, Mortimer had a desk of papers to sort out from haphazard teachers and his own pieces which had been planned to appear in the supernatural scientific community. Watching the children arrive through his office window in the main building, Mortimer unlatched it and leant out; lighting up a cigarette with a match. Using the tobacco to calm his nerves. Russia was wonderfully cold, and the nearest settlement was one of his favourites. Although he was supposed to be a good role model to his students - Voltaire couldn't help the occasional live meal. Plasma packs were all well and good, but he was a predator first and foremost. Nothing could beat the struggle and warmth. The smell, the sensation of hot skin and panic as he clamped down on that pulse. One might call it psychotic, and perhaps it was, but what could you say to a man who got away with murder?

Throwing the cig butt from the sill, he shut the window with a slam and briefly attended his desk to shuffle through the paper scatted and withdraw a few sheets of his timetable, stuffing them into his inner jacket. He'd have to stand around in daylight and help new arrivals - which made his lips downturn and form a thin, unhappy line. He hated being called for those extra responsibilities. Nevertheless, that handsome, cold face made its appearance in the entranceway. Weak, Russian sunlight stinging his skin whilst he shook hands with parents dropping off their children and welcoming the younger years into the building.

The last set of classes he had, Mortimer was sad to see them go. Bright children, all of them. A little troubled, but in the end they made it through - and the fact caused a glow in his dead chest. They'd make good figures in the supernatural community - and the human community for that. Not to mention, he got a couple of bottles of wine and a vodka collectively bought by his history class. Being a teacher wasn't so bad he supposed.​

 

[AutumnGrey]

Mallory walked into school keeping her eyes straight ahead as she navigated the halls. She walked quickly, determined to make it to her dorms with out any social interaction. She walked quickly to the front desk, her bag rolling behind her.

"Name?" the desk lady asked in a monotone voice. Mallory unintentionally wrinkled her nose at the sound.

"Mallory Grey." she replied in the same monotone voice, mocking the lady in a way. Either the lady didn't notice, or didn't care because she just typed in her name to the system, and handed her her scheduled and room number. Taking the sheet, Mallory slammed open office door with a flourish and proceeded to walk down the halls towards her dorm.

Taking another look at scheduled Mallory smiled as she realized that she was in a dorm all by her self.

 

[Celeste-Ominous]

Yoko breathed steadily as he took step after step towards the school, it had been years, longer than he could remember since he had been in Russia. His accent had faded after being in America for much of his adolescent years, but now, he could already sense a come back coming on.

Huddled into his large black coat that reached below his behind, he shuddered, he couldn't remember much about this country, but he sure remembered its cold and dry weather. At least it gave him an excuse to cover his feline ears with both his head wrap, and his coat's fur lined hood. Behind him, he pulled a large rolling suitcase behind him with all of the little he owned inside, mostly clothes and a few sentimental items. His steps were brisk, not having the best choice of clothes on for cold weather besides his coat. The, shorts, tights and pastel yellow converse shoes he wore screamed that fact.

Yoko was finally able to make it to his assigned dorm building, and once inside, he dropped everything and began trying to warm himself. The fur of his ears had puffed up, making his head wrap feel uncomfortable, but he refused to remove it. Once he could feel his fingers again, hazel eyes darted around the interior of the building, surveying the area. He could see a person here and there, though no one was nearby, thankfully.

Yoko, having grown up away from society, had never been enrolled in an actual school before. What was he supposed to do? Where was anything? Was he supposed to make eye contact with anyone, or cower when they came by? This was so alien to him, and he could feel his chest starting to constrict and his breathing heighten. His vision was blurred with tears before he knew what was happening. He couldn't do this, he just couldn't.

A shaking hand held out a key in front of his face and through his tears, Yoko was able to make out a few numbers and letters. Quickly as his nerves would allow, Yoko picked his belongings up, and was able to locate his room. It took a couple tries to get the door to open, having dropped the key five times due to his tremors before he finally got it.

Placing his suitcase aside and closing the door behind him, Yoko collapsed to the floor and laid down in his side sobbing, and wishing not for the first time, that his mother were there with him.

"How am I gonna do this?", he whispered into the darkness of the room.

 

[Shagranoz]

Samantha continued floating through the school, looking for her room. Eventually, she managed to find it, and passed through the door. Apparently, her roommate was already there. The ghost hovered over her bed, giving a warm smile. "Hello there. I'm Samantha. It's good to meet you, Miss..." She trailed off, waiting for the other girl to give her name.

SheepKing

 

[_Lucifer_]

Aleks approached the god forsaken campus in annoyance. Russia’s temperature was one thing. It was so Goddamn cold in that Goddamn forest, but she could handle it. She was the Antichrist for fucks sake, the least the girl could do was warm herself up. The fact the school was so deep in the Goddamn forest was what was bothering her. How the Hell did they expect people to get there or find it. Thankfully though, she had been there for a few years, but let’s be real here who even liked school? In all honesty, Aleks couldn’t care less for the interaction “needed” in this school. She never really had to deal with anyone but her parents, seeing as she was home schooled in a very rural area in Spain. Her parents weren’t teenagers though. They weren’t horny boy’s or pissy/judgmental girls. Although once people found out what she was, they cowered and left her alone, even the angels would back away. It was a bit amusing to the girl, especially because she could now control some of her abilities.

Anyway, Aleks knew the drill by now. She walked right past the main building and to the dorm office, deciding that she would get her schedule later. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have any roommates, just like that last few years. Well, she did have roommates, they just begged to be in a different room than her. The girl supposedly had a severe case of resting bitch face that no one wanted to deal with, and she was kind of a sarcastic bitch, but what would expect from someone who couldn’t care less about the lives of other people?

Once she arrived in the dorm office, she stood in line impatiently. Thankfully though, one of the desk ladies saw her come in and knew that it would be best for everyone if she just got her key and left. So that’s what she did. Now that she was a senior she was on the fourth floor, which honestly made no sense to her. Why not have freshmen start on the fourth floor and then work your way to the bottom? Seniority? Is that even a thing or was it just in the books that she’s read? Who knew… well probably everyone else in the school knew but that’s besides the point.

The technical air to Hell trudged up the stairs, another annoyance, and found her dorm room. This year she had dorm two, why two? She didn’t know, but that’s what she got. When she opened the door she half expected to see either someone or see their shit on one side of the room, or see an empty room. Thankfully, she saw an empty room, however someone might join her later on.

Aleks tossed her Mary Poppins bag onto the bed furthest away from the door and began unpacking, yet another annoyance. She quickly placed all of her clothes into the closet on her side of the room. Clothes were the only thing she carried, seeing as there was a library at the school and she didn’t need anything else. If she wanted to communicate with her parents then she could use the witch phone. She didn’t care for a cell phone anyway, even though her parents would rather her have one she insisted on not getting one, and because she’s the baby girl she got her way.

After she was done unpacking, she set the bag on the inside of the closet and left the girl’s dormitory. Why stay if there’s nothing to do? The girl figured that she would just go get her schedule and spend some time in the library afterwards but the future is never a set thing so her plans may change later on.

 

[idalie]

Prof. Mortimer Voltaire
The teacher, after an hour of welcomes and smiles which physically began to hurt his face, could no longer handle the sunlight. No matter how weak it was the ache set into his skin and the pale complexion of his had become slightly reddened; giving an almost lively appearance - if not marginally sunburnt. Mortimer retired to the library, out of the sun to hide within the maze of bookshelves and perhaps pick up something to read. Nevertheless, settling down in one of the chairs he selected a rather long, tedious novel to start on.

Within seconds, it hit him. Explosions setting off around his ears, screaming, sobbing - a sensory overload. Men crying, calling for mothers, eyes falling back into empty sockets. The guns rattled - they rattled like children's tiny fists wrapped around their cot toys. Mud engulfed his legs, unable to move as a swathe of yellow cloud crawled toward him. Creatures hiding in the mist of poison. "GAS! GAS! QUICK BOYS!" He sought out his mask, alas, none came to hand. "GAS!" Mortimer held his breath for as long as he could, the chlorinated fog blistering his hands and face with raw, weeping wounds. Where the vampire stood he could see it. His children, among those clawing bloody, fleshy grooves in their necks, making necklaces of self-infliction. If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, one would be sickened down to the stomach. He was swimming in this ocean of vile, incurable sores, legs and arms on fire as he waded through the mud. Climbing over the trench wall only to be face to face with the American bluecoat and his tricorn hat. The wet sound of muscle and skin peeling off his bayonet. Voltaire looked down, catching his guts as best he could. Yet the red which pooled around the two of them rose to his chest. A whisper of a pale-faced beauty beside his ear - "Come home. Come home. Come ho-"

Professor Voltaire jolted violently, the book falling off his chest as he gasped for air he no longer needed. Eyes wide and hand splintering the armrest. How on Earth did he manage to fall asleep?! The thought panicked him, although glancing at his pocket watch - it'd been no more than fifteen or so minutes. In which he'd gone backwards in time to the memories of the Revolution and the First World War. They were beginning to overlap in his head. The faces beginning to blur.

With shaky fingertips, he smoothed the splintering of the armrest down so it was less noticeable and got up. He needed a smoke and a bottle of scotch. Alas, he'd have to do with the former for now. Slipping outside, behind the corner of the grand architecture of the school, his fingers were trembling so much it took five matches before he lit his tobacco. Half inhaling the entire cigarette with one puff. Glimpsing the reflection of himself in his silver cig case, Mortimer touched the roots of his temples which had begun to very lightly start greying. Only then did he realise how hungry he'd gotten, his canines slightly protruding over his lip - which was quickly rectified. ​

 

[Celeste-Ominous]

Yoko laid on the floor for a long while, his quiet sobs his only company in the otherwise stale silence. He couldn't keep doing this, he thought to himself. His bit his sobs back as he looked around, the darkness of the room was suffocating him, he needed air, light, now.

Slowly he was able to right himself into a crawling position and pulled his body over to window where large black curtains blocked the light from outside. Yoko stood and with all the energy he had left in him, pulled the curtains away and threw the window open.

Fresh, biting air swept into the room, and Yoko breathed freely. He no longer cried, the cold wind drying his tears no sooner than it made contact with them. Huffing a sigh, Yoko sat on the window pane, not feeling well enough to leave the source of fresh air just yet. Much better.

The boy looked back into his room, now bathed in a sky blue light, illuminating what was there. There were two beds, two closets, two of everything. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't have a room mate, especially if they would witness episodes like this one.

Scratching at his head, Yoko groaned and took his coat off, tossing it on the bed to the right of the room. He even dared to pull off his head wrap, allowing his ears to finally be able to breathe. The large ears, covered in black fur twitched and shivered as they adjusted to the cold temperature of the room, fully extending to the sides of Yoko's head. The boy took a deep breath in and out, tossing his wrap and pulling at the hem of his sweater. Okay.

"Okay...", he nodded resolutely. He could do this. He moved to his forgotten suitcase to begin unpacking.

 

[lissamissal]

Nil Vu​

Nil's body was aching from caring all the bags through the forest. It was colder than he'd ever know and he was trying hard not to let it get the best of him. Shivers overtook him and he just kept reminding himself it was a natural way of warming up. As he approached the gate, he looked more like a bag monster than anything else. there were two backpacks hanging on for dear life on his shoulders, two duffel bags hitting his hips with straps going across his body, and of course the two suitcases he was rolling along haphazardly on the trail.

He headed straight to pick up the dorm keys, wanting nothing more in this moment to relieve himself of the luggage. Unfortunately, the line was horrifically long, and it felt like hours had passed before he was met with the face of the dorm key master. If that was what you called them, how the hell should he know? "Name" She mundanely asked, an all to joyful Nil practically shouted back, "Nix and Nil Vu!" Well crap, that was embarrassing, and it seemed to have gotten more of her attention than he needed. "I only see one body, so which one are you?" She groaned. "Oh haha, umm well Nix is here too just umm," He looked from bag to bag frantically trying hard to remember which one she hid in. Turing back to the woman at the desk he smiled and laughed nervously,"Well umm you see, she went to grab our schedules and I'm here to grab the dorm keys," Nil rambled on knowing the woman would get tired and eventually just give him the keys. Sure enough she plopped the keys in his hand and he was off towards the dorms.

The only problem was he wasn't sure who's was who's, so it looked like he was going to have to try both rooms to find out. After climbing the stairs to the second floor and stopping to open one of the doors a key belonged to, it would look to anyone else that he was talking to himself. "Okay you can wake up now," he spoke while shaking some of the bags. Nil turned the key and doorknob, swinging the door completely open. He was slight surprised and disappointed to see a girl unpacking her things. "Nope...looks like this is your stop," he grumbled as he walked over to the empty bed and placed Nix's bags atop it. He didn't look back up at the girl until he'd unzipped all the bags and was heading back out the door. "Good luck!" He smirked at her as he shut the door behind him.

He walked all the way to the building across from the girls dorms and finally found his own room. It was still empty, so he was happy to claim his half first. Nil happily dropped his bags at the foot of the bed and crashed on top of it. "Aaaaah, finally a room to myself...for now."

Nix Vu​

Nix slept happily in her duffel bag pretty much the entire walk through the forest. It was way too cold for her outside, so she'd shifted into a rabbit and snuggled into her clothes. Nix was a heavy sleeper and didn't wake until she felt the bag violently shake, she guessed Nil had finally gotten her to her room. She was still pretty tired and jet lagged so she could hear her brother talking, but didn't really know what he was saying. Soon enough she was blinded by the light that came through when her duffel was unzipped. She whined and hopped out of her bag.

Looking around the blank room her mind filled with ideas on how she was going to decorate, causing her tail to wag happily and her ears to perk up. She stopped when her eyes met with another girl in the room, who the hell is that? Where's Nil? Didn't they have the same room? Nix was shocked, no one told her she wouldn't be rooming with Nil. They had been room mates for her entire life, hell they were womb mates for christs sake. Her ears tucked back and tail froze. Slowly she backed away to the edge of the bed and leaped off onto the ground.

For a few moments she peaked up at the girl from under her bed. She seemed okay, so Nix shifted back into her human form, standing with the beds in between them. "Hi...umm, I'm Nix," she spoke softly, hands shaking at her sides. Her face grew hot and she began unpacking her things.

Xio

 

[Xio]

Ragna looked up from her bag as the door opened. She was the only one she knew of who had the key; was this her new roommate? "Hey, how are you..." However, she stopped when she saw a young man walk in instead. No, that couldn't be her roommate. Hell, how did he even get in here? Who was this guy?

"Hey. Hey, you can't be in here." She said to the boy as he walked in a dumped one of his bags on the opposite bed, "Are you listening? Get back here!" She followed him through the room until he finally started heading back towards the door. Good luck? With what, the school year? "The hell? Get out of here!" She repeated as he left the dorm.

That was certainly weird. Just go ahead and walk into someone's room, dump your stuff down, and leave while ignoring them. How did he get in here in the first-

"Hi..."

Ragna shrieked and turned around away from the door. Now there was a girl standing behind her, having come from god-knows-where. That boy was the only person Ragna saw enter the room; maybe he somehow brought her in with him. The bag was way too small, and she didn't want to think about riding around in someones bag all day. Some sort of magic?

"For... Don't do that," She sighed as she gripped her chest, "You nearly gave me a heart attack," What did she say her name was? Nix, right? She did look similar to the boy before; odd colored eyes, short, even half dyed hair. Or she assumed it was dye anyway. Poor thing looked more scared than she was a second ago. After a moment of recomposing herself, Ragna looked down at Nix and smiled, "Right... My name's Ragna," She said as she offered her hand, "I take it you're my roommate?"

lissamissal

 

[Error404RealityFailed]

Deep... Breath... In... Out... One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten. Ten years until Twenty Four. Twenty four minus four is twenty. Twenty plus one is twenty one. Twenty one is legal drinking age in the United states of America. Planes are "Loud." The last word escaped as a little whisper as Kadence recounted the whirring of the plane's metal shell. During the trip she'd had to keep her wings cramped in the tight space of her heavy winter coat.

For the rather short being, the bustle on campus was intimidating and frankly disturbing. She couldn't make sense of where people were going or who they were talking to. Every other moment she'd try and respond to something not meant for her. There did not seem to be much snow either and Kall spent several seconds scanning the area for some. The office did not seem to understand her desires to see the puffy white substance, though they did seem to be trying to make sense of her frantic stuttered speech. "F-Flu-Fluff! P-Puff! The, um, the... The f-fluffy! Shoul-Should be! Here!" She accompanied this jumble of words with hand gestures. When nervous Kall used Jazz hands, but she also paired it with patting her hands almost like a golf clap. She meant to be more clear, but the abnormality of having warm weather in Russia unnerved her to the point of near tears.

Snow, there should be snow! Why isn't it here? Did I do something? Global warming? Maybe god hates us! It's my fault! It's because I didn't say please! Snow! Why no snow?! I should go find the snow.

Think of this as a complete avoidance of finding her dorm and instead the frantic speed walking towards somewhere she wasn't sure of. This turned out to be the cafeteria and she toppled straight into a larger male that she would eventually know as Cain. Imagine this, small scrawny Freshman topples into you, knocks over the food on other the table over, looks very panicked, and repeatedly flaps it's wings as it pulls itself off you. It's hair is kind of messy, and they're wearing baggy oversized clothes along with a very long scarf and furry white gloves for some reason.

"Where, u-um, fluf-fluff and, um, white, I-I..." She continued with her rapid train of thoughts that did not get conveyed into full words. Honestly, I'd be rather disturbed if Kadence crashed into me like that.
_Lucifer_

 

[_Lucifer_]

Cain had happily walking into the food court that was located right outside of the boy's dormitory. It didn't take him long to choose a Gryo with random ingredients. The growing young man wasn't what you would call a "picky eater". Hell, he was screwing around at a party last school year and tried some of his vamp friend's plasma bag. It was absolutely horrid though and the mix with the alcohol in his stomach just made him vomit. The whole scene wasn't a pretty one, although it may have been a funny one.

Anyway, he walked back to a table to sit at and enjoy the view around him as he ate this lovely Greek food. Just as he was about to sit down though, something ran straight into him, causing him to drop the gryo and start to tip over. Thankfully though, the mass that hit him wasn't that big so he didn't topple over to his probable and totally likely death.

Cain was a bit annoyed at the whole situation but when he turned, mouth open getting ready to say something, the shifter saw a terrified fresh face. The poor... girl? Girl. She had to be a freshman, seeing as how confused and scared she looked.

"Oh, hey. Hey. It's okay." The shifter said, placing hand on the much smaller girl. "Where's the what?" The what? Fluff? White? Fluffy White? Did she mean snow? If she meant snow then did she know what school she was at? "Snow? Where's the snow?" He asked her, just trying to understand what was wrong.

 

[Celeste-Ominous]

After hanging all of his clothes in no particular order or manner, pants with jackets and shirts, shorts folded away in drawers, Yoko stood awkwardly in the center of the room. He wrung his hands a bit, his ears shifted out of discomfort. What now?

The boy sighed and made his way over to his desk and looked across it, he had no idea how he was supposed to know where his classes were or...or anything. What classes did he have again?

Yoko checked his sweater's pockets, a handle laid in his right pocket, with nothing but lint in his left. Dammit. He'd forgotten to get his schedule. He whined in complaint and grabbed his keys off the table, and stormed out of the room.

He came back seconds later to pull his head wrap over his ears once again, his hearing all at once became muffled and his ears shuffled around uncomfortably. Yoko ignored his body's complaints and stormed out once again to go find out where he could acquire a schedule. His feet gracefully and swiftly carried him down the stairs to the first floor and out the building. At first he kept berating himself for forgetting his coat, but as soon as he was outside, he now felt that he would no longer need it. The air was warmer, he could feel the sun's warm rays. Weather did not work like this.

He shook his head dismissing the thought and made his way over to a large building, not really knowing where he was going. Coincidentally, Yoko nearly immediately was able to see a table with schedules on it. There was a nice looking woman sat behind the table, handing the papers to students that were in line. Yoko's heart sank, no, no, no...

He frowned, what year was he again? A junior, he remembered his documents saying. Yoko fidgeted with his fingers, he couldn't do this. Whatever courage he had mustered up before was gone in an instant, crushed by the very thought of having to talk to someone to get something. He paced in his spot, his ears shuddered under his head wrap, tears were surfacing again. With a frustrated cry, he stormed away from the table and without even noticing, right into the cafeteria.

In his self-resentment, he didn't notice there were people around him and he bumped into someone, tripping himself up more than he tripped up them. The person gasped in surprise and looked over to see if Yoko was okay, but the boy was already gone from their sight. Halfway across the room, walking swiftly in a slight panic. Where did all of these people come from? Who did he trip over? Were they angry at him? Were they following him? Oh god, oh god, oh god please get him out of there...

In his shock, Yoko nearly tripped over another person, two people this time, already on the floor for some reason. Yoko gasped and stared down at the nephilim and shifter with bated breath, he really didn't want to turn and run lest the person he'd bumped into moments before was coming, but god did he want to turn and run. His ears shuddered in fear as paranoia flooded his mind.

 

[Error404RealityFailed]

Snow! Yes snow! Where is it?! He, he right, he knows what it is!

Kadence nodded rapidly at him while beginning to count on her fingers by unfurling them. Over and over again, though it only took around a dozen seconds to complete three, she did it until her breathing was normal once again. In and out for a few more moments before smiling at Cain. "My na-name is Kall. Yes-s-s, snow!" The cried in delight as she put her own little hands around Cain's that had been on her shoulder. She grinned at her and showed no signs of releasing his wrist, or she didn't until something whizzed by her and clipped the back part of wings.

She made a sort of weird squealing noise and pulled her wings around her like a barricade. No need to look at what had happened, it was obviously the end of the world and only her wings could save her. (She's very reasonable)

 

[lissamissal]

Nix Vu​

It seemed as if Nix has startled her new roommate more than she'd thought. "It would be really weird if I wasn't..." Nix took Ragna's hand in hers and shook it firmly, "Nice to meet you Ragna." Looking at her, Nix couldn't really tell what species she was, the fact that she'd only been exposed to shifters her whole life didn't help. One thing was for sure, this girl was defiantly not a shifter, or she wouldn't have been shocked by Nix's sudden appearance. Also she wouldn't have been studying Nix's eye's and hair. "Oh um sorry for scaring you too...I was just in my bag, and ya'know, didn't think I'd scare anyone as a bunny," She laughed nervously as she spoke, looking down and messing with the hem of her dress.
She still wasn't sure where Nil went, and it made her feel unease being without her twin. Her stomach growled quietly, obviously hungry, but she wanted to finish unpacking her stuff first. As she moved back towards her things, she curiously asked her new roommate, "So did you meet my twin already? Nil can be quite a talker, you'll see when he comes back." Nix pulled out her clothes and began hanging them in her closet.

Xio

Nil Vu​

Nil was finally feeling less achy and began unpacking his things. Neatly hanging his clothes in an organized fashion, placed all his supplies in his desk, and set-up his computer. As he finished making his bed and stowing away his empty bags, Nil realized he never got his schedule. He jogged down the stairs and walked past the food court in front of the boy's dorms. Hmm, Nix would probably be hungry too. Maybe after he grabbed their schedules, he could stop and pick up something for them to eat. There was an obvious commotion happening, a few people had tumbled over each other and Nil snickered quietly to himself as he strolled past them. A light bulb went off as he got in line for the schedules, one of them was definitely a shifter and the rest? Well he wasn't sure, he'd only ever known how to recognize shifters. He wanted to go back and watch some more of the commotion unfold, possibly causing a little chaos as well, but he figured that could wait a little longer. Anyways he had to get on some peoples good side first. After grabbing both his sisters and his schedules, Nil headed back towards the food court to grab some food for them to eat in her room. He guessed it would probably be nice if he grabbed something for her angry roommate too, if she didn't want anything he was sure it wouldn't go to waste anyways.

 

[_Lucifer_]

Cain gave the girl a smile. "I'm Cain. It's nice to meet you, Kall." He replied, about to remove his hand from her shoulder. He was stopped, however, when the winged girl grabbed his wrist. "There is no snow on campus because of a charm the witch professors put around it. There's some off campus but we're not supposed to venture off." Cain explained before something toppled onto both of them.

"Holy shit!" The shifter breathed under his voice, completely forgetting that Kall was winged and most likely some kind of angel. (Oh boy was he going to have fun with all the lame pick up lines.) He looked down at the ground, seeing another person who had managed to bump into him today. This one looked scared too! What the actual Hell? "Hey, man. Are you okay?" He asked before looking back at the very small angel girl. "Hey, Kall. It's alright. Someone just bumping into us on accident." He said, trying to reassure her before turning back to the kid on the ground. The shifter knelt down and offered a hand to help the kid up.

 

[Celeste-Ominous]

Yoko heard nothing but white noise, muffled voices cutting through every other moment or so signifying someone speaking. There was no pain yet, so whoever he had tripped over hadn't decided to lash out...yet. It always came, whether it was a second later or a week later, there was no escape from it. This was a mistake, he shouldn't have come here. He shouldn't have let his mother convince him to go, this was a mistake, a huge mistake, there was no way this could go well. There were so many people here, so many people that could hurt him, he didn't want the pain anymore, he couldn't handle the pain anymore!

Then a hand came into Yoko's vision, facing up and not down ready to strike him, facing up and waiting. Waiting for what? What did this person want him to do? Yoko let out a shuddering breath as a memory flashed through his mind, he'd seen this before...

His mother had done this before, after he had accidentally broken a plate while helping with the dishes when he was young. He had immediately collapsed to the floor in a panic, expecting yells and pain, but his mother brought neither to him. She only reminded him that they were the only two home, no one would find out, and most importantly the fact that she'd never hurt him. She had offered her hand the exact same way that this boy was to pull him up and into a hug as he cried.

He expected nothing of the sort from this boy, but he perceived that this gesture, was a kind one. Yoko hesitantly reached out his hand, taking it as he wiped his tears with the sleeve of his free arm. "Th-thank you...", he uttered with a quiet voice.

He stared at the other person, the one he had immediately tripped over, wings... His eyes widened in slight amazement at the new sight before shaking his head and standing with the shifter boy's help, "I...I am so...s-sorry, I..." He trailed off, they looked scared, did he scare them? Oh god that was the last thing he wanted to do and the first thing he managed to do. He shifted from one foot to the other nervously, not knowing what to say.

 

[Error404RealityFailed]

As the other two were interacting, or just getting to their feet, Kall spent her time looking at the food she'd knocked over with her spastic episode. She wasn't really processing anything but shock and numbness. It was like her mind had abandoned her, but since she was without it, she couldn't be upset by it.

There was something on her face, and she pulled off the glove quickly to smack it off with rapid strokes. The tickling sensation continued to trail across her face and Kall's panic increased as the 'bug' refused to leave her alone. She couldn't tell what was wrong and it freaked her out as she dug her fingers into her face. Due to the fact that she had bitten down the nails to extreme measures, it didn't do much other than get her more rilled up.

A few more quick breaths, and she was pressing her palms into her face to try and stop it. The one without the glove revealed red patchy little wounds, and many scars on the fingers and knuckles. It was rather disturbing to see her hand like that, due to the sheer number of the little roundish wounds. Kall didn't care, she pulled her hands away and smacked at her face much like a cat would. "Whatthefuck!" She cried in one word, looking very annoyed with her face. It took several more minutes, but she pulled her stray hair pieces away from her face and the sensation stopped.

"Oh." Was all she had to say on the matter. A small shrug, gloves pulled back on, and she stood to go hide behind Cain from Yoko. (Damn these tall people-Kall) Both were bigger than her, but Yoko only be a little bit. She probably looked about the same weight ration to him thanks to many many layers of clothes that she actually did not need for this weather.

 

[Tonstad39]

Mirza's spirit was mixed in with the siberian snow as he got to the academy he was to be teaching at. Once in the charmed zone, snow suddenly stopped and it became a comforting warm. He would recombine into a yellow aura before his sharply dressed and well muscled sillouette appeared in the aura like a man on the other side of a hazy window. The sillouette would recombine further so as to have all of the Demon's features from the horns and claws down to the intricate pattern on his leather shoes.

Finally, the sandy yellow aura vanished completely as to reveal the demon's true and complete form "Can't wait to see my room" Mizra thought to himself in Persian looking around the campus. He noticed that the outside seemed very barren with little to no students "Where is everyone?" he muttered walking down from the class buildong door. As he walked around the quad, he detected clusters of souls in the cafeteria bear the boy's dormitory, he also spotted a partially divine soul that seems in a state of distress.

Fearing the worst for a potential student, he walked toward the cafeteria, opened the door and walked in. He would see students eating their lunch and what looks like an Angel girl cowering behind another student. Mizra, standing at 6'4 has an imposing figure, so he walked over to Cain and Kall asking upon detecting them as native english speakers "Is anything the matter here?"

 

[_Lucifer_]

Cain helped the boy and flashed him a smile. "It's alright, really. It's okay." He said, trying to comfort the boy. When he turned to look at Kall she was clawing at her face? What the actual Hell is going on?! The shifter was so confused. Nothing like this had happened last year, at least not to him anyway. He didn't know of anyone just randomly clawing at their own face and the-...

When Kall tried to hide behind him he shrugged it off and let it happen. Right now he was a little overwhelmed. All he wanted to do was eat but now he had two socially awkward underclassmen amd would you look at that, a teacher to deal with.

"Everything's fine, sir." Cain replied to the unfamiliar teacher. Perhaps he taught underclassmen and that's why he didn't recognise him. "There was just a small mishap."