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Oriens Academy [Phoenix Game]

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Nearly one thousand years ago, a war started between the humans and all manner of supernatural creatures. No one can recall who started the attack. And no one really knows why. But for some reason, the creatures we call "monsters" rose up against the human race. I guess they were sick of being ignored, sick of being treated like lesser beings, sick of being hated for no reason other than their otherworldly nature.


As said before, a war broke out, though I suppose we can't really call it a war. Though humans had their weapons, guns, tanks and the like, the opposition had powers and abilities that modern science just couldn't mimic. For years, the human race was picked off until what was left of the UN agreed to surrender earth to the creatures. Humanity had lost.


Over the next couple centuries, earth's lands had been divided amongst the supernatural races, each turning their piece into their own kingdoms. The small percentage of humans left were allowed to keep and live in small villages scattered across the world.


For a time, things were peaceful. But soon, certain races were dissatisfied with what they had. Kingdoms wanted to expand and no one wanted to give up any land. Tensions began getting high.


Not wanting to have another war on their hands, Oberon, king of the elves, suggested a school where students of all races could study. A place that would accept all into its walls. And so Oriens Aeternitas was built in hopes of teaching the future generations to get along.


However, things are bound to happen if you allow anyone in.


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Kingdoms:


I currently have no specific royalty for the beastmen, and shapeshifters. If anyone wants to be royalty for those kingdoms, or even for the elves, send me a pm.





  • One of the largest kingdoms on Earth at the moment, the Elvin race, or the Blessed Folk, have control over most of the American continents. Though called elves, this kingdom contains many of the races humans used to deem "fairies" or fae. Having both light and dark elves and fae, they are considered the most neutral race, never fully aligning with "good" or "evil". Although there does seem to be some hostility between them and the vampire race.


    All elves possess heightened senses, and great longevity (up to 6000 years). Only the first generation of elves are immortal and they have seemed to have disappeared. Elves are also known for their great wisdom.


    The elves are currently ruled by pure-blood elf, Oberon Cross, and his elemental wife, Gaia, second princess of the elemental kingdom. They currently have 2 daughters, 19 year old Blaire and 18 year old Rosalind.


    Though the ruling family are elves, the true power behind this kingdom is the fae of the Seelie Court, hidden away from public view.


    Their currency are "lief" (pronounced "leef") and comes in both a dark green paper and silver coin currency.


    Elf Kingdom Includes:

    • Light Elves
    • Dark Elves
    • Fairies
    • Sirens
    • Mermaids
    • Gnomes
    • Giants
    • ETC





About Oriens: Just some random information that will be edited when I remember or come up with things





  • School Motto: "Enim Novis Initiis Novum Futura"


    School Colors: Black, Blue and Silver


    School Mascots: Grizzly Bear and Unicorn





Classes:





  • General education classes are typically decided by the age of the student. However, some students can test into a higher or lower level class through a voluntary aptitude test. Due to these sort of classes being rather boring to rp, we'll need no actual teachers for them. They'll just be NPCs, unless someone wants to be a teacher. We also probably won't be rping these classes.


    Math (Teacher Reserved)


    English


    History (Teacher Reserved)


    Science (Alexandra Edgar)


    Languages


    ETC












 

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Oriens Aeternitatis. Founded 75 years ago by the king of the elves, it became the first school of its kind. A school for people of all races, not just for one kingdom. A major school that accepted humans. In hopes of teaching students about peace and acceptance, Oriens Academy welcomed all who wanted refuge within its walls. No background checks conducted. No turning students away due to their race or upbringing. Anyone who wanted to attend could.


However, a lot of things can happen if you let just about anyone in . . .


~~~Sunday, January 19th 1014 TM*~~~


~~~11:30 AM~~~

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The drama club wanted more funding for costumes and props. The basketball club wanted to schedule mock games against other schools for practice. A student wants to move into another room due to fights with her current roommate. Paperwork. Paperwork. And even more paperwork.


Rose threw her arms out in frustration, knocking a tower of papers onto the floor of the student council room. Who's bright idea was it to make the students basically run the school?! Oh, right. Daddy's. Student council was a means to allow students to know what it was like to run a community, even if it was just a bunch of kids.


It was a position of power and responsibility with a safety net. If something big happened, the staff were able to interfere and fix the problem. Rose liked the power. And she liked being depended on. But it was all so tedious. Nothing but paperwork and petty squabbles. When the elf princess took the position last year, she expected something more . . . exciting. However, few fights broke out among the students, or at least ones worth noting, no one broke major rules and there wasn't even any political drama to draw upon.


Still, she didn't want to give up the position. With her older sister destined to rule the elves, this was the closest Rose would get to being a queen. Unless she married a crown prince.


Sighing, she picked up the list of new students coming in today. Quite a lot of them actually. Reading . . . Reading . . . Reading . . . Oh! Some humans were coming in today. Excited at the prospect of human friends, she jumped out of the desk and was quickly out the door. That paperwork would still be there for her when she got back anyway.


~~~~~


"Bunny! Where's the Juliet costume?"


"R-right here." A small blonde girl ran across the stage, dress in hand, gasping for breath by the time she handed it over to a taller student. "You can rest now. We'll call you when we need you." "O-okay then." Bunny stepped off the stage and took a seat in the front row below. Her eyes sparkled as she watched the actors rehearse their story.


Entranced by the emotion and movements, a smile formed on her face, though it quickly faded when she realized that she would never be able to stand on stage like them. No matter how much she wanted to, everyone told her that she was much to clumsy and shy for the spotlight. But at least she could still help them as a stagehand and as a fan.


But wouldn't it be great to be on stage? To be part of a great story? To wear those beautiful costumes? To have everyone's eyes on you? Lost in her daydream, she didn't see the hammer that flew off the stage . . . and into her face.


Bunny must've blacked out or something because the next thing she knew, everyone was around her. There was a girl crying who thought she had died. A boy, who she assumed dropped the hammer, apologizing to her. And finally the upperclassman in charge told her to go to the infirmary since her nose didn't stop bleeding.


And here she was, heading down the hall toward the infirmary, handkerchief slowly turning red.


~~~~~


Why were there so many idiots in the world? And why were such people employed to run the administration office? That bunch of nimrods couldn't fill out such simple paperwork? Such an amazing bunch at this poor excuse of an academy.


Mel walked the halls in long strides, simultaneously memorizing the layout of the castle and judging everything and everyone she saw. So far . . . Nothing special. "There doesn't seem to be anything worth a second look here."


At her heels followed 2 boys, Riff and Vash. The former spoke up. "Miss, forgive my boldness but we have yet to see all this academy has to offer. There must be some strong people in this school if it's anything like the rumors."


"I don't know about anyone strong," Vash said, looking around excitedly. "But there are some serious cuties here. I wouldn't mind getting to get to know them a bit more."


"Shut up, Vash. Imbeciles don't get the right to talk."


"Chill out, Mel. I was just saying."


"You will be punished tonight for your impudence."


"Seriously?!" He turned to Riff. "Dude, help me."


The blonde boy stared at the floor. "You're on your own, I'm afraid."


The rest of the walk was silent, until they entered the north wing and Mel spoke up. "Go find your rooms and don't do anything that would need me to get involved. I will call for you when I need you." She then walked off, black hair trailing behind her.


Vash went on his way to his room, but Riff continued to follow his mistress as their rooms were somewhat close to each other. This was a good thing he supposed. This way he'd be quicker to her demands.


He left her at room 613. "Good bye, Miss." And soon went toward his own room. It was easy to find, just a few doors down. The blonde hesitated at first. He had gotten a roommate, but it wasn't Vash. He was going to share his room with a stranger, though he supposed he didn't know Vash any better. Well, whatever person he was, Riff was sure he could handle him. After everything he's been through, this should be a piece of cake.


~~~~~


There was really no denying it now. Vash was lost. Great. And on his first day too. Not even his first day. This was move in day. His first day would be tomorrow. "How did this even happen? They dropped me off on the right floor. I just had to walk straight." The demon looked at the paper in his hand. Room 140. That's where he should be. Then he looked at the number on the door closest to him. 502. That certainly wasn't 140.


Well, what to do now? He certainly couldn't call Mel and give her another reason to believe him an idiot. And Riff was certainly going to tell her. 4 years of servitude sort of whips you pretty good. Vash had only been with her a few months and it was sort of obvious that they weren't the greatest months of his life.


So, his only option would be to wander around until he found room 140 or someone who could get him there.


~~~~~


*Tempore Monstra (Time of Monsters) - Like AD except using the year humans surrendered to the supernatural as year 0


~~~~~


@Duwang @ComradeSenpai @Advent Azure @Karma200 @Mary Neko @Party Poison @Canon @Wingedness @Rilla


(Feel free to take notice of the reference post above. Hopefully, it will be of some help to you.)
 
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It was another beautiful day in Oriens Academy. The weather was perfect on this Sunday morning, if a bit chilly, and many students took advantage of it to lounge outside and take a break from their academics.


Eric Price hated Sundays.


Or as close to "hate" as his diluted emotions could get, which was probably closer to a mild distaste.


School policy infringements were always at a record high on weekends. By Monday, there would always be students who showed up to class drunk from the parties of the previous night (RULE 53: SUBSTANCE USE IS PROHIBITED ON SCHOOL GROUNDS | RULE 24: STUDENT CURFEW IS 11PM - ALL STUDENTS MUST RETURN TO THEIR DORMS BY THIS TIME), out of uniform (RULE 5: STUDENTS MUST WEAR UNIFORMS IN CLASS), and the campus would be trashed (RULE 35: NO LITTERING ON SCHOOL PROPERTY). If he cared to look out the window, he would probably see at least two kids loitering or violating some other rule.


But Price was off-duty. He took weekends off and couldn't care less about what kids decided to do (or not do) on these days.


The boy sat at his desk in the Student Disciplinary Committee meeting room. Not that there was any real significance of having such a room, considering there was only one other member to meet with. A sign hung from the door that read "RECRUITING ADDITIONAL DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE MEMBERS." It had been up there for some time now. Not a single student had signed up. Price had been fighting the student council for years now to start a recruitment campaign. Or send funds - the Committee's current budget was non-existent. There was constant war between the Student Council and the Disciplinary Committee; it was a long-held tradition from even before he had arrived as the two groups fought for control within the school. When he had been appointed Head of the Committee, he made a point of openly (silently) declaring war on the Student Council. And now the Committee was losing. Miserably.


He had also petitioned the Council for a room within the school that he could reserve for Committee use. However, since he only had two members in his "club" (Tch. No respect for authority.) he had been constantly refused. So he had made his own -


- In his two-person dorm room.


When he had first entered the Academy, Price had wanted access to a solo room. Rooms were limited in number, however, and single rooms were reserved for the academic elite or those who could afford it (of which he was neither).


So instead, he kicked his room mates out. The first was accused of violating "cleanliness policy" (for occasionally leaving laundry lying around and leaving clutter on his desk), the second of "noise pollution" (for occasionally playing his acoustic guitar). As the Head of the Disciplinary Committee, he was the judge, jury, and executioner. There was never a third.


After gaining complete dominance over the space, he promptly "disposed" of the existing beds and student desks. A large office desk now sat in the dead center of the room. It was framed in the back by shelves upon shelves of files - student criminal records, detailing every minor breach of policy ever recorded in their name. There were no beds (does this kid even sleep?) or any sign of the default furnishings provided by the school (clothes drawer, chairs, etc.).


Price looked down at the pile of papers on his office desk - various complaints from students, most of them appeals for detentions, others requesting that a rule be changed ("the no-swearing rule is a violation of my right to freedom of speech"). All of them were to be addressed, a summary report written, and his findings presented to the Student Council by Monday.


Eric Price hated Sundays.
 
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Off in the distance walked a lone traveler. His clothes were waving in the wind as was his hair. He braved through the conditions and stood before the school-castle that was Oriens. The man looked up to the castle which stood like a giant before the man. The man looked to the doors, examining the woodwork and the stonework that had gone into it all done by elves and their magic. It was impressive, but nothing compared to the fabled ingenuity humans of old had once possessed, at least as the man had heard.


He planted his flag in the ground, the flag waving in the air proudly. It brandished its stars and stripes like a proud knight his sword. The man looked up to the flag, then to the school. A dim spotlight had seemed to shine upon him. His name was Andrew Jackson, or so that is what most are told. Simply put, he is among those of justice.


"Freedom" Andrew mumbled "Intensifies"


The man stepped into the school, plucking his flag from the ground and hauling the pole over his shoulder.


Not long after, Andrew was fully registered and given a room. Upon stepping into his room, Andrew planted his flag into the ground and put his luggage down.
 
Walking through the large open doors of Oriens Academy with nothing but a duffle bag full of clothes, her sword holstered to her hip and a slip of paper containing her class schedule, dorm number and school information, Rillana Cantrelle stepped away from her old life as a mostly solitary wanderer of Earth and moved forward into her new one.


Finally a place to call home. she thought optimistically, looking around at the students both as they wandered down the halls or talked in small groups. She kept her chin up as she walked, defiant, as if daring anyone to try and ruin this new life for her.


She passed by some of the groups, picking up snipits of conversation, most of it was boring, gossip about couples that broke up or got together, crushes, class schedules, fights, family, new movies and books, talk about royalty and a war within the school- hold on a second, what have we got here. Royalty and wars, in a school devoted to acceptance and peace within the races? How interesting. She smiled at the irony. Guess this place isn't as perfect as it seems.





She slowed down to listen in on the conversation a little longer but all she could pick up before two squealing girls ran between her and the group to meet there third musketeer was something about the student council and a Prince.


The conflict ought to make things interesting. She thought as she decided to drop her stuff off at her dorm before exploring the school.


The north wing looked inviting enough, and it was easy to see that the king had spared no expense furnishing his school. She stared out the large windows for a moment, taking in the view, before turning down the closest hallway.


Thankfully it was the right one and she easily found and entered room 456. It was kind of small but nice. She was the fist one there so she picked the bed on the left, dropped her bag at the foot of the bed and plopped down, reclining back on the pillows and thinking about the possibilities this year held for her.
 
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Before the entrance to the castle that stood as a kingdom to him, he knew that any and all attempts to understand it was already lost before he had even started, and with such a size, it was bound to have a plethora of the unknown who could do who knows what should they cross their mind, as he awaited at the front entrance, petrified.


"Th--eee... this... this is bigger than I expected... how can something this big possibly be a school?!"


"That's because its the first of its kind obviously Azure"


Kylier appeared leaning along the side of the gate in a comfortable fashion


"You really took your time to get here you know, I was getting ready to check out what is up with one of the new students, I can't always be taking care of you you know, even if you are my experiment"


"Don't say that, people will misunderstand what you mean if you say that, I just want to know what my room is"


"Well you are in luck, you have a room for two and you are the only one in it, it crossed my mind to let you wander on your own, but I think it'd be better to leave you without an objective"


Azure grunted in disapproval, but is thankful toward Kylier, viewing her action as kind rather than cruel, and went through looking at various parts of the building as he is told what is what as he is led to his room
 
Anya stretched her arms as she exited her dorm, giving a tiny yawn. Three weeks felt like forever to her, more so since she'd really avoided contact with other people. She looked up and down the empty hall, before turning left and beginning to walk. What was it her father told her? Her eyes focused intensely in thought.


"...Have a good day!" she said, remembering the wise saying as she slapped a tiny fist into her palm. With that, she marched foward. It was Sunday, the last day before class resumed, so she decided to spend it productively. And what was more productive than a club? Surely she'd learn something useful, like disco, or spiralgraphs. The first step, she decided, was to locate someone who knew how clubs worked.
 
Azure and Kylier have come down near Azure's room, discussing various details


"Ah, so that is what you are worried about, listen, as long as you don't try to do anything outstanding you'll be fine, I doubt anyone would care about someone like you, despite what you have, and how extraordinary that makes you"


"Even still, there's always someone that does it"


"Shut up, don't interrupt be, if you honestly don't want trouble, then don't partake in the academy facilities, like the library, unless you absolutely need to for academic purposes, and even then, get what you need and go if you really think its that big a deal, if you ask me, you are over reacting"


Kylier stops in front of Azure's door, and grabs onto his clothing collar to stop him


"Ow..."


"Here's your room, mine is four rooms down over, just make sure you remember that yours is is 460 and you'll be fine..."


Kylier starts walking away and opens the door to her room


"At least until you get a roommate of your own"


She chuckles at him as he closes the door to her room entering it, with Azure just standing there speechless


"She really is cruel... she hasn't changed this past year"


With a sigh, he looks at the door to his room, and enters, settling himself in the room
 
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After laying there daydreaming for a few minuets Rilla decided she should probably start unpacking her things before exploring the castle. There were bound to be hidden rooms and passageways right? It is a castle after all...unless elf magic got rid of them. She sure hoped not. Exploring long forgotten rooms filled with who knows what sounded a lot more exciting than wandering down hallways looking like the lost new kid.


It didn't take her long to unpack, seeing as she didn't have that much stuff that needed putting away. It was mostly just clothes and such except for a few trinkets shed found or bought over the years, a witchlight, polish for her sword, a pocket watch that had belonged to her father, and a copy of the old human book Grimms fairy tales, it was her mom's favorite.


Smiling at the thought of her parents she walked to the door, everything put away. Just as she went to turn the handle the door opened revealing a girl with pink hair. She was talking to someone down the hall "At least until you get a roommate of your own" she said. Rilla blinked at her, surprised for a moment, then raised an eyebrow So this is my roommate. She decided not to say anything, instead waiting for her to turn and see her standing in the doorway.
 
"Hmm... so you must be my roommate this year... tell me, what is your name"


Kylier took a moment to examine the girl in front of her, noticing despite her appearance, feels that she isn't of the human race


-Hmm... I see... but what race could she be is she is not human however...-
 
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"And you must be mine" she said looking at the girl, trying to gauge what kind of person she was. Her nose told her the girl wasn't human. Hmm Deamon, maybe Vampire she thought before speaking "I'm Rillana Cantrelle, and you are...?"
 
"You may know me as Kylier, Kylier Bane"


She presents herself in a regal fashion, despite having no royal background of any sort, mainly coming off as being a formal greeting


"Would you say that you are new to this academy?"
 
Taka was disgruntled.


The two servants traveling with him with had carried his belongings up to his room before leaving their charge about as unceremoniously as a servant could politely leave a noble: with a bow, a hurried backwards scurry, and a soft thud of the closing door that sounded all too final for comfort. They left the cases stacked in a neat pile just inside his door and Taka standing, disoriented, in the middle of the room.


It wasn't so much that he missed home, or the people there, even though he could count the times he had traveled away from his family's lands on his single hand. No, he felt this exile as more of an escape than a punishment. He was as glad to be gone as they were to see him leave. As the youngest child, there wasn't much future for him there but the prospect of marrying into royalty. And everyone knew that wasn't going to happen. Not now, at least.


Taka let a sigh hiss out through his clenched teeth. His left hand drifted up to subconciously rub at his stump of a right arm. In a way- a cruel, bitter way- he was glad for the injury. The family finally accepted the inevitable and stopped grooming him, changing him, repressing him, all with the end goal of marrying him off.


No, that was over now. Serves them right, he thought, the bitterness rearing its head for a moment. Serves them right. This arm was a fault they couldn't try to fix with training, coaching, punishing. They finally had to face the fact that they wound up with a broken son. And sending him away... well. Taka laughed a short, dark laugh. That's the way they always deal with broken things.


He shook his head, as if that would dislodge the thoughts- memories, really, of a face and moment he tries not to remember- and tentatively approached his stack of belongings. He tapped his nails over the top of a case and frowned. How, exactly, did one go about unpacking?


This. This was what he was going to miss about home. The comforts afforded to a nobleman's son. The servants, the private tutors. Even the solitude. His dorm room was large and grand- they hadn't skimped on that expense- but the thought of taking his meals in a cafeteria, of sitting in classrooms, of socializing with classmates.... He could feel the weight of his family's displeasure in it all. They'd chosen this place of exile deliberately, and it made his stomach turn.


"Could've left me one servant, at least," he grumbled under his breath. But of course not. Of course they wouldn't. He had a history, after all.


Taka frowned at the pile, then took a stride to the door and opened it. He stared out at the empty hallway, bleakly. His new prison. It was better than the last, but, ever the pessimist, he couldn't imagine it could be better by much.


His musings were interrupted by a pale person rounding the corner, staring at the room numbers and looking as unabashedly lost as Taka felt. The shapeshifter ducked his head back into his room, unsure if he was ready to meet his classmates just yet.


But then again....


His nose twitched as he sorted out the kid's scent from the smells of other bodies, unwashed clothing, vending machines, and whatever else had been in these halls recently. Demon? Demon. Ehhh. Why the hell not.


Taka stepped fully out of the doorway, back arched proudly, haughtily, belying his actual insecurity, and waited for the pale kid to catch his gaze.


~ + • + ~

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The clear day, warmer than the winter season should've allowed, had Georgeanne in a good mood. With nothing to do (or not really; that arithmetic homework could wait), she had planned to spend her day doing a self-initiated meet-and-greet with this week's boatload of new students. Disciplinary Committee Stuff, of course. An ongoing Assignment. Scope them out, find the potential troublemakers, blah blah. It was a task Price had delegated to her long ago. He was especially insistent today, when she arrived at the office door early in the morning, that she Go and Not Come Back until she had her reports. The back of her mind suggested that perhaps he merely wanted her out of his hair for the day, but she was usually happy to comply with his wishes. New students were interesting, anyway, and she enjoyed this part of her job. Not necessarily the reporting part, but the meeting of new people... that was good.


But the weather called her name, and before the morning was half over and only two students had been meeted-and-greeted, she drifted out of doors and into the winter sunlight. After that, it didn't take long for Georgie to forget she'd had a plan and a task at all. The winters were the worst part of the year, she thought. The insects were all tucked away, birds flew off South, most plants slept, and larger animals curled up in burrows to pass the season in dreams. But still, there was a beauty in frost and snow. And the evergreens were the loudest this time of year.


She spent several hours wandering the forest behind the school, humming to herself and the trees. She fed the squirrels, tossing nuts from a pouch nestled in the folds of her clothes. She assured a stag, when he peeked out at her from behind a tree, that he still looked Dashing, even though it was winter and he had shed his antlers. The birds nested in her hair and on her shoulders, singing her a twittering song that seemed to meld seamlessly into Georgie's humming.


Her last stop was the school's gardens, where the members of a rabbit warren were poking about in the sunshine. She knelt and apologized for her lack of food- I didn't plan on coming out of doors this early today- before picking up the largest rabbit, a mellow buck she tended to call Garry, or sometimes Jack, and other times just Bun. She carried him inside, mumbling into his loppy ears about how she suddenly just remembered that she had a job to do, and she had better do it, but that he could keep her company, and that people always seemed to like her a whole lot more when she had a fluffy companion so it was a Good Idea that he came along, anyway.


The rabbit kept her from getting too gloomy about entering the dormitory wings, but her mood was just a little less airy than before. As she passed students in the hallways, she glanced at each face, running it through her memory banks. Met, Met, Met- Know Him, Know Her, Met Her. She had had a list from Price, with the names and room numbers of each of the new students, but that was long lost somewhere outside, probably already beginning to compost and sprouting an accidental winter flower. The names were fresh on her mind, but the room numbers were as lost to her as that paper. Going back to Price wasn't exactly an option, so she hoped she might get lucky....


She turned into a fairly vacant hallway, still mumbling under her breath to GarryJackBun, who had fallen asleep. There was only one girl in sight, and- Oh! Haven't Met Her- Or Have I? No? Yes? No? No. Haven't.-


Georgie settled onto No, that she Had Not met this small, dark-haired student, and her lumpy face cracked into a wide grin. She hoisted her rabbit, much to his annoyance, into her other arm so her right hand was free to wave, and waved. It was an energetic gesture, a bit sloppy looking due to the stubbiness of her fingers, focusing all her energy. It had to go somewhere, as she was actively suppressing the urge to go loping down the hall toward the girl. That seemed to scare people- for some reason, an 8-foot tall lump of muscle and hair barreling toward them tended to cause distress. She'd learned that one the hard way. Several times. So she stood her ground, and simply called, perhaps a little too loudly, down the hallway.


"Hullo! I don't think I've seen you around. Are you New?"
 
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"Yeah it's my first day." she said, "What about you? Have you been here long?" As Rilla spoke she grew a little frustrated, still trying to figure out if Kylier was a Vampire or a Daemon so she just decided to go ahead and ask that too. Why not? Its not like I'm already asking questions like a lost puppy. "So are you a vampire or a daemon?"
 
Upon hearing that she wished to know if she was a vampire or a demon, she deduced that she was not of those two races, and considering that she did not appear as an elf, nor was human, or have part beast attributes, or have elemental powers, and by attribute of being a demon, could tell she was not an angel, there was only one option of race left for her.


"A vampire or daemon you say?"


She laughed softly behind closed lips amused


"I prefer the annunciation of demon, but I believe it would be more polite to fully introduce one's self, including the race that you are first, shapeshifter. Regardless, I am a demon myself, that is who I am."
 
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Whatever Riff had done to mentally prepare him for his roommate did not ready himself for what he saw when he opened the door. He had the right room, right? Well, the room number matched . . . This didn't even look like a single student's room much less one for t. No beds. No closets. Just a lone desk and a wall of shelves. The blond could barely make out a boy his age behind a tower of paper.


"Excuse me? My name is Riffael Raffit and I think I'm supposed to be living here?"


~~~~~


(I apologize for Vash. He's an idiot.)


Vash puffed out his cheeks in frustration. He had been walking aimlessly around now for a good 30 minutes and was no closer to finding his room than he was when he started. Just where was everyone anyway?! Eventually he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Or rather, someone. A guy with only one arm and various scars, standing straight and proud, eyeing Vash. What did he want? . . .


Oh God! The one armed guy was in love with him!!! Of course! That's the only logical solution. Oh no! What was he going to do? Vash was flattered but he didn't swing that way. Why couldn't he be this popular with the girls?!


He could run. No, that wouldn't work. Vash was rather slow. And he wasn't good at lying, so he couldn't pretend he didn't notice. So the only option was to let him down gently. The demon marched over to Taka, looked him straight in the eye and said, "I'm sorry. I'm sure you're a great guy, but I don't feel the same way. Hopefully, we can be friends."
 
Taka blinked, once, his face frozen in blank confusion. It took him a moment to regain his composure, unused to strangers coming close, giving him forceful eye contact, and saying... saying- what the hell did he just say?


"Excuse me?" he said, more of a demand than a question. The moment had passed, and he was back to his haughty, I'm-totally-in-control-of-this-situation facade. Backing up wasn't an option- a sign of weakness- his mind played the unwanted and unwarranted voice-, and even though the shapeshifter couldn't ignore the skin-crawling sensation of having his personal space invaded, he stood his ground and stared the kid straight back.
 
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Caroline looked at the big castle which would become her new school. I don't think I'm ready, she thought. She walked past some students who talked about some gossip. She just sighed. Sooner or later she would become part of those gossip, as always.


After walking a little bit, she found the tower of her room. 374, 375, and finally 376, her room. She unlocked the door and entered the room. This was the first school that left her have a room all to herself.


There were all kinds of furniture she needed. A bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a bookshelf, a full length mirror and two bedside tables, one in each side of the bed.


She put her luggage on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. She took a sword out of her luggage and started looking at it. It was a friend's sword. After a while looking at the sword, she put it back on the luggage and stood up, walked to a window. As she was opening it she felt water. It was a weak felling, but she could feel it. The view as beautiful, great woods could be seen to the horizon and just before the sky and earth come together a small waterfall and a lake appeared. That is it, she thought, though I didn't know there was a waterfall near school. She closed the windows and ran out of her room, but bumped into a girl blond girl who looked like her age, and was holding a red handkerchief. Is that blood in her handkerchief? She asked herself.


"Sorry!" She apologized "I wasn't looking were I was going!"
 
Feeling settled, and a bit adventurous of the school, Azure went out his room against Kylier's suggestion


"Ugh... I can't help myself when it comes to living in somewhere new, I gotta scope everything out, there's always at least something interesting... and as long as I avoid eyeing anyone, they'll probably keep to themselves... I just wish these school clothes weren't so uncomfortable and tight... even if it is my size..."


In a calm hurry, Azure went off past Kylier and Rillana, with Kylier noting with a quick dart of the eye where Azure was headed, as he goes past the higher numbered rooms until he spots two people, close together, looking like they are having an intimate stare-down


"Uh!?"





He just looks at the two, feeling like there was some special tension on the air between them
 
Price was in the middle of writing a response to a complaint -


("To whom it may concern; The teacher who assigned you a week's detention is a professional member of the Gabrielle Academy teaching staff and the the Disciplinary Council respects her decision. In addition, you have been reported for inappropriate address of a staff member (as quoted, "that f*ing b*ch"), and will serve the penalty of an additional week's deten-")


- when the door suddenly opened and a student walked in, causing his pen to slip and leave a scribble on the page.


His eye twitched.


His thoughts screamed BLOODY MURDER.


Without looking up from his paper, he replied in a flat, monotonous voice. "You have reached the Disciplinary Committee Head Office. If you have any complaints, please leave a message in the box outside of the meeting room -"





Price froze. He slowly raised his head to look at the boy that stood at the door.


Didhejustsaynoitcan'tbeimpossibleDON'TPANICprobablyjustgotlostlookingforthewashroommaybeifheignoredititwouldgoawayDON'TPANIC


"Did you just say... that you wanted to live here?"
 
Anya jumped back at the sudden emergence of a new face. This person was much larger than any she'd met, even her father, who, by her account, was a fairly tall man. Her first response was to hide behind something, only to find that there was nothing. The closest thing she could do was press her side up against a wall, ears pointing up as she stared the giant in the eyes. It asked her a question.


"Y-You too." she stammered, nervously pointing her fingers at the giant. Finger guns were how people acted cool. She knew this because that was how her father diffused an argument when he was home late. Surely this wouldn't fail her now.
 
Blaire sat at the top of a tall tree with her green eyes carefully looking around, even though she could easily hear the talking the students down below were saying she didn't pay attention to it. At the moment she was just dazing off and thinking about the future and what would happen when she would become Queen... the pressure she felt was to big and made her stomach feel heavy. It wasn't something she believed she could do but it was something she would have to grow into. The wind blew her long blonde hair around but Blaire didn't bother to pat it down, it felt good to have the wind sweeping through her hair. Like a silent and soft pat on the head. Maybe she should go shoot a few arrows or something, get her mind off the things that made her uncomfortable. Maybe she should get down the tree and go meet the new students... but it felt so good to be up at the top of the tree. Almost like a temporary freedom. With that thought she decided to stay at the top of the tree for at least another 10-20 minutes.
 
"....."


Azure simply decided to go past them since he wasn't even noticed by the two by how heated the passionate moment he thought they were having


"Ugh, this school is weird already... I just want to sleep somewhere no one will be able to find me, I'll deal with the problems later... Kylier'll point me in the right if I just keep to my self regardless..."


Azure made his way into the courtyard, looking up a tall tree


-Perfect....... although.... looks like the top is taken... but its not like that girl up there can claim this whole tree for herself I guess...-


Azure climbed about half way up the tree under Blaire's perch on the tree, and began resting on a stable branch


-I should uh... make sure its ok for me to be here... she does look reasonable enough...-





Azure looked up and started talking to Blaire


"Uh..... hey, uh... you aren't claiming the whole tree for yourself are you?"
 
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Rilla crossed her arms and a wicked grin painted her face. An intelligent one, good. "I'm glad you're my roommate. There's A lot of potential to have some fun with you." She leaned against the door. "So who's the guy who gave you a nervous look when he passed?"
 
Blaire didn't jump in surprise at the sound of Azure's voice instead she just looked down at him for a moment, it would be rude to say she didn't want anyone on the tree.


"I cannot claim nature," Blaire smirked at him, she grabbed her hair out of her face to look at him properly.


"Do you normally lay down in trees?" She asked him with a tilt of her head, it was nice to talk to people sometimes even though she's usually a bit quiet.
 
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