Fandom Soul Eater: F.A.T.E

[Merciless Medic]

Sara & Noah​

Date: March 8, 2067
Time: 1:04 pm
Location: Crescent Moon Classroom, DWMA
Interactions: [Team Stitches] Suzu, Gauss ( Sir Les Paul ), Prudence ( Mqueserasera ), Dani ( EmperorsChosen ), Nadia ( RedArmyShogun ), Zelda
Mentions: Emmett ( Prizzy Kriyze )

As Sara finished up her food, getting Noah and Suzu to eat while eating herself, and putting nine bento boxes of the best teriyaki chicken, steamed veggies, and white rice she's ever made in her life in a plastic bag, she put on her white jacket she wore yesterday, black shorts and leggings, a black tank top, and her usual sneakers. Noah decided to just go in his blue hoodie and black sweatpants, putting on black sneakers for once instead of his usual shoes. As they were just about to leave, Noah suggested they exchange phone numbers with Suzu. The mild surprise the two had of her more unique phone number due to the country they lived in got Noah to reminisce slightly with a small smile while Sara was jubilantly thrilled to see Suzu's phone number was way different than she thought. Either way, Sara and Noah had Suzu's phone number, and Suzu now had Sara's phone number for obvious reasons while she had Noah's number just in case she had any questions about Sara's behavior - given Sara doesn't usually explain her werewolf ways very often.

Grabbing her reddish pink umbrella, Sara practically dragged Noah and Suzu out of the apartment as she said "It's raining" in a sing-song tune.

Walking to the academy was met with Noah's silence as he kept to himself with his hood over his head while Sara was talking both Suzu's and Noah's ears off about her excitement about the room and how much that meant to her specifically. Noah couldn't really give two shits, but Sara didn't really care if he didn't. She was talking so fast that it was likely Suzu wasn't able to follow after some time, but it did give an idea at least - from how Black Star and Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, who made the Amazing Star Dojo and held the power of a god warrior, to the very headmaster of DWMA and Shinigami of Death City had come from that very classroom as they were just kids...

At least Suzu had some idea now if she were able to glean anything through that.

Thankfully, the end couldn't have come sooner. The infamous stairs that left many would-be agents with creaking knees, sore backs, and aching lungs if they were new EAT students, would-be's, or have-been's loomed over them.

With Sara helping Suzu by giving her a piggy-back ride quarter up the stairs, they made it to the top in short order. Noah was at least panting as soon as he reached the top. It's been a good few years since he did the test with Sara to become EAT students, and his stamina had dropped since then.

Once the three made it to the entrance and into the academy, Sara shook her umbrella with a few twists and flicks before closing it up and swinging it around as if it were a dapper cane as it had a curled handle. Noah glared at her as she was getting water droplets on him as she was swinging it near him, but he didn't say anything.

They finally made it, last ones to enter. Nadia looked a bit worse for wear emotionally as Sara can smell a lot of sadness and anger, Dani was sitting beside her, Gauss seemed to be thinking heavily about something that gave Sara an inkling of probably anxiety with seats saved beside him, Prudence sat next to him and seemed to be talking to him, and Zelda was sitting at the teacher's desk reading a book.

Noah dove into the bag Sara was holding and grabbed three bento boxes, then walked up to the level his partners were at, where he then sat on the other side of Gauss and pushed the two bento boxes towards his partners. "Food that Sara decided ta make for all of us. Just in case ya'll're hungry'r somethin'."

Meanwhile, Sara went around giving food to everyone, putting two bento boxes on the teacher's desk - causing an amused eyebrow raise from Zelda and a nod of thanks, and putting two more bento boxes in front of Dani and Nadia with a kind smile. Each box had a little container of teriyaki sauce just in case the white rice was too bland. She then retreated up to whatever seats she or Suzu chose, with Sara sitting next to her. Her tail wagged happily as she got herself ready, giving Suzu another bento box to snack on while Sara pulled one out for herself, folding up the plastic bag before stuffing it in her jacket pocket.

She just hoped the food was okay. She wasn't a chef, but she swore it tasted just as good as she would normally get from an authentic restaurant. Soon enough though, she started getting anxious. Would people hate her food? What if she gave them food they didn't like?

The idea of what they could be discussing today was something she didn't think about as she fussed over if anyone would at least appreciate the work she put into her food.

Meanwhile, Noah didn't really care what was going on, though he noticed that there was an odd, tense air around Thaddeus. He looked between Prudence and Thaddeus with some small amount of concern. "Ya alright, Gauss?"

 

[Merciless Medic]

Raphael Valerias​

March 9th, 2067
Location: DWMA Library, Study Room F
Interactions: Koiya, Maria ( RedArmyShogun )
Mentions: Rand ( Sir Les Paul ), Edelweiss, Iris ( Prizzy Kriyze ), Ark ( The Regal Rper ), Chanterelle ( Meredith )

The offer for a favor for handling his problem was met with a dismissive rejection. He looked so sullen and irritated when Raphael arrived, only to try and be friendly enough not to upset the British man. Even though it was interesting that Ark also seemed British, that didn't work as well as the grief-riddled man probably had hoped, as now Raphael thought that he was rude.

He's ignoring me... Daft punk...

Raphael's frustrated musings were interrupted as more people started entering the study room's door one by one, surprising him enough to open his other eye, noticing the strange concerned look on Ark's face as he stared at his eye. Great. Anyway, first was a blonde, young lady with a large suitcase. She asked if she was just in time, but it was seemingly to no one in particular. Either way, he went back to Ark, who shamelessly dismissed him so rudely. He didn't care about the favor thing it seemed, and it only made the monster within his chest growl, his jaw locking and fists clenching. He can feel his Madness scratching at the back of his mind.

Then another girl arrived, one with red hair and a stack of boxes he can only assume had food, then another with stark white hair, who set up shop on a table with a-... Huge bag??? Was it a carpet bag? Suitcase? That confused him a bit. She seemed to be watching them and he had an inkling suspicion that she wasn't an agent. She looked like one of those hot, yet snooty librarians.

He noticed Chanterelle hovering by the doorway as the woman who brought the lunches started saying she made lunch for everyone and explained what the food boxes had. The stutter sounded familiar, as if he's met her before. He scrutinized her with a narrow of his eyes, until his eyes widened in grateful surprise as she had a special box for the shroom witch and another box just for him.

Me?

It surprised him, honestly. But he went back to smiling as if Ark didn't just wipe it from his face earlier. He can always ask him about his bloody behavior later anyway. It was then that he saw that it was dango. He didn't know what that was, but he took it graciously with a bow of his own towards the girl. "Aww, why thank you, my dear."

Then she explained she was the one who knocked over the bookcase. Recognition flashed across his features and he took note that she can change her appearance.

"Ohhh, it is you. I was wondering. Aren't you sweet? Thank you again. Now, I think Chanterelle would like to see you. I have to finish something." Patting Koiya on the forehead, that's when he heard someone was upset and protective. Looking over, it was a woman with salmon colored hair, dyed obviously. She was threatening him, everything from her posture to her tone told it clear as day, and it sounded like she really just wanted to punch something. The sounds of the "kid's" music blaring louder on his headphones left a sour taste in Raphael's mouth that he hoped the dango could get rid of. He heard the blonde girl giggle weirdly, then something about 'chain lies broken', which made his fist clench.

Was she talking about his chain? The hell did she mean by that.

Though, the irritated monster within his mind then soothed itself as Ark greeted this 'Iris'. As if they were friends. He felt a bit better that Ark at least vouched for him to not get a punch in the face, which he can just feel was coming and might happen anyway sooner or later. Apparently, Iris did something violent and caused some people to get upset from some sort of scuffle a couple days ago.

Narrowing his eyes at the two and realizing that this Iris could be more trouble than she looked, he made a mental note to offer favors so he can get her stuck in a string of favors with him, too. First though, he wanted figure out what the hell the girl as talking about.

Turning with a bit of a flair, he approached Maria and tilted his head as he leaned over her space, a perplexed expression knitting his brows together. "Chain lies broken, hm? What are you talkin' about, lass? Name's Raphael, by the way." His British accent rang out, making it obvious he wasn't from here as he greeted her and introduced himself.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Library

Purchasing the strongest cup of coffee he could afford, because he was going to need it, Jarvis returned to his seat beside Azariah as Midori passed out the folders detailing their first F.A.T.E missions. Choices. Nice. Or, it would’ve been nice if he cared what their first task was. Work was work. His goal for today was to finish whatever task the F.A.T.E program required of him, then go back to bed. Ideally, missions that took place during a vampire’s normal waking hours were best, but it was obvious Midori had put in his best effort in finding jobs for them to take on and he didn’t feel the need to complain.

Flipping through the folders, red eyes quickly read through the mission dossiers as he sipped the coffee and passively listened to everyone at the table throw in their inputs…which wasn’t much. Adrasteia didn’t want to decide. Maiden had an opinion of sorts, but deferred his choice to Emira. Frankly, Jarvis didn’t really have strong opinions about which mission they took either, but sooner they picked, the sooner they could get it over with.

The Finding Shuumie mission seemed like it would be the easiest since it took place in Death City, if not a little boring. Less traveling. Familiar area. Even if it wasn’t a familiar area, it would be a good opportunity to get to know the city they would be living in for the remainder of their enrollment in DWMA. A wealthy businessman sounded like they would pay well for ‘Shuumie’s’ retrieval as well. Jarvis hadn’t a clue what kind of magical creature ‘Shuumie’ was, but the picture didn’t look particularly threatening. Kind of cute in fact.

The Cursed Doll mission sounded the most interesting, as it provided a mystery of sorts, but Jarvis did not have the money to pay should they damage the two-million-dollar-dolls and Maiden basically admitted to not being delicate. Jarvis…wasn’t un-delicate…but Zari would be wielding him and he didn’t know his meister well enough to say the same—especially when said meister seemed to be easily riled at the destruction of property.

The Scorpion Culling mission was the simplest. Just kill Scorpions. Nothing complicated about it…but it would be the mission to take of they wanted some action. But of course, scorpions were normally found in the desert. Where it was hot. And the sun would be constantly laughing at him.

“My vote’s for the Shuumie mission.”

Done.

Jarvis slumped into his seat and nursed his coffee cup while he waited for the others to make their votes. He’d done his part. The rest of out of his hands. Regardless of which mission they ended up taking, it wasn’t as if he had any deep objections to any of them…except maybe the scorpion one. Even then, if he could live in Death City, he could endure the heat of the Mojave Desert. He’d just bring his coffin.

Sir Les Paul Prizzy Kriyze Kyuubey Sybil The Regal Rper

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Maria Mayer - DWMA HQ Library​

Listening to the rest, her focus grew more difficult and with it her agitation. It seemed the Ark fellow was ignoring the other boy and moved on to the delinquent, whose name was Iris, judging by some of the words he said they had something of a history, continuing with her carving she didn't much care what they did with one another in the free time they had, taking not of another name, that one did not seem to be in here. Curious in a manner, distraction in another.

Continuing her work, the distractions were taking a toll, though not much had happened before the redhead had said something or another. Refocusing her hearing upon him, the words came in like a drowning man as she focused on each sound, she spun with her knife and looked at him with a stare as the knife flipped around in her hand, now facing upwards, a distant look to her gaze.

"Yes?"
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"Oh." As if to be finally processing his words, she nods. "I am Maria Mayer, or the Marionette.. The Chain lies broken? Ah yes." Spinning the knife back around and no longer pointing towards him. "Raphael." She says to his name before going back to what he had asked. "Ah, yes, look around the room. Most here have red or reddish hair, be it real or fake. Till the white hair came and broke the chain. You two boys, then Koiya as she was called. Though I would think I broke that chain when I came in. Or the black haired one with his music player."

With all that said and done she goes back to whittling, the basic form of a fish taking shape bit by bit.

Interactions: Merciless Medic (Raph)
Mentions: Various.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Nadia Semyonov - DWMA Classrooms​

While regaining her bearings Nadia took up her seat and studied who all were next to come as she took her seat, first off was the one named Thaddeus, if she recalled correctly, he went by Gauss. She was unsure how he got that name or even what it meant. And at the present time she didn't really care to know, the less interest he had in herself the better, what with his reason for being here. He interestingly came alone, she expected him to be accompanied by his weapons...

"Hah." And speaking of weapons, next was Dani who seemed in a mood that wasn't as bad as she expected. What with the weather and all other things considered. What else had she been up to? Nadia herself had headed out earlier and avoided most of the shower, though Nadia doubted she would avoid it on the way back. Still having a little bit of fun at Dani's expense could be fun.

"So, I see you've not been kidnapped again and on time, something good happen today? Ah, and hello to you as well."

Next came a girl who was as monochrome as a living person could be, with skin paler than Nadia herself, the grey eyes one associated with death and black hair. What had her name been? Recalling it to being Prudence, the girl had an Umbrella and took a seat next to Gauss, wiping away raindrops that did not exist. Curious, but not her concern, though something seemed different about the girl this time around, she seemed a bit more, lively.

Then it was the werewolf and her pet boyfriend... Grunting a little at that and snickering, she did wonder what was between those two. However, her thoughts were soon derailed, her own inner amusement derailed by the unexpected visitor. Watching as Sara climbed the steps, Nadia partially raises her right eyebrow at the display as Sara handed over two boxes with a kind smile. With a quizzical look at the box, she could smell the scent of food, was this a bento box? She didn't expect this of anyone and such blind kindness made her suspicious, much like the gift wooden football that she had left behind on the field, such a gift seemed out of place..

Removing the lid, Nadia examines the contents and sniffs at it... It didn't seem to outwardly to have been played with or to be malicious. And the boxes were being handed out to everyone else, even Noah had taken three with himself for Prudence and Thaddeus... That made the odds highly unlikely that it was poisoned. Looking at the contents and the included sauce, she would wait a bit to eat it, provided the instructors allowed it. Closing it back up, she gives a nod of thanks to Sara, if the girl seen it or not was another matter all together, the question was how to repay her, maybe she would treat most of those here to some drinks or the like one day.

Interactions: EmperorsChosen (Dani) Merciless Medic (Sara)
Mentions: All others

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Iris ba Sitheris
In a swift motion she unfurled her arms and gave a quick high five in response to Ark's outheld hand, but glared past him at Raphael even then. This room was far from devoid of things that annoyed the shit out of her, from the lanky red-head's manner of speech to the odd Victorian-era looking puppet-girl with a knife to the dude blaring music by the table. Only when Ark's teasing reminder about the conflict days before reached her did she turn her vaguely intimidating attention to him.

"Shot with you? Mind your phrasing, exhibitionist - I said shot at you." If he didn't already prove himself a friendly enough guy, she'd have decked him on the spot for inferring anything - but it turned out they had a few things in common. Familial matters were at the forefront of her mind now, and he seemed to share in that despair. Besides, she was drawn to conflict, and he had enough to share. "And she better be. Figure they'll need a couple days before trying that again, though." She folded her arms again, less to make herself small and more to create a degree of separation from the rest of the room. Helped not act out, she found. In truth she wasn't entirely fond of the idea that they keep coming back. Iris would still be strictly under her seal, and they'd have the opportunity to restrategize or improve. A couple of her knuckles cracked under the pressure of the fist she was forming. It was frustrating.

"Can't say I expected you here either. You seemed too well-adjusted to be subjected to... this." She almost shuddered as broadly inferred the F.A.T.E project. Little did she know she might be the only one here with little to no say in the matter of joining. "Better than being stuck alone in this circus." She added under her breath, and rightfully so. The limber red-head walked around picking at conversations that made no sense. The white haired woman was using a fucking typewriter. The blonde one kept whispering cryptically and whittling in the library. The rest of them were stumbling over each other in communication, and that black haired little imp kept blaring crappy pop music.

Her eyes went over to the white haired woman in search for a figure of authority. Compared to the rest of them she looked old as balls. Or mature. Whatever suits your fancy. Impatiently tapping her sandals against the floor, she called out. "Hey, you're like a mentor or something, right?!" She hoped so, anyway; unless she was a student that just happened to be unfortunately much older than the rest of them. Suppose it wasn't unheard of - and suppose technically they weren't students, but she was making an educated guess here. "Can you do something about the asshole blaring music? Aren't we supposed to be getting introduced or some comparable bullshit?"

As she spoke her eyes went back to the black haired kid. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he kept poking at some distant memory in her mind and it only served to upset her further.

Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper Merciless Medic RedArmyShogun Kyuubey Mineczka

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Thaddeus Thales​

"Gauss"​

Species Human
Partner Noah Wiley, Prudence Montgomery
Rank Fate Agent

Location Death City, DWMA Classroom
Mission Crescent Class
Status Reflecting

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Mentions: Merciless Medic RedArmyShogun Mqueserasera Mineczka

Both of his partners had shown some level of interest in his mood. Perhaps he let too many of his anxious thoughts bleed into his behavior. The two hardly knew him well enough or for long enough to just be able to read him. Prudence was the first, asking what was on his mind. Noah not long after. This put Gauss in a difficult position. A position of honesty.

The thing with Gauss was that honestly wasn't precisely simple. Some might call it half-truths, but Gauss considered it the construction of still-true narrative. Omitting facts if they weren't directly asked, structuring what he said and how he said it. If here a magician, then sleight of words would be his specialty. Look here so that you miss what is actually going on over here. Distract, divert, dismiss. These were common tactics he used if he wanted to hide something without directly lying. Gauss had a strong objection to outright lying or refusing to answer a question if he were cornered. He avoided that at all costs.

He had confidence he could mislead them if he wanted, but that still wasn't the thought running through his mind. He was determining if he should actually tell them what was going on. His less than forthright tactics in the past might have worked, but they were also part of why he was here. Trust was important. Telling the two might continue to build that, or at least provide some insight onto his thoughts. They also might just laugh, which actually wouldn't be that bad, but would at the least be of annoyance.

He sighed, and his fingers drumming on the tables stopped.

"To be honest, with the both of you, I just question the setup of things here," Gauss explained, answering both of them. "I'm fine. Just thinking," he added, this time answering Noah's question specifically as to if he was alright.

"If you hadn't noticed yet, Noah and I are the only men on this team. Noah being partner and if I didn't have Noah, it likely would have been Kasper. Cyrus was the one that assigned teams... and very few other Meisters were capable with a gun. It makes me wonder if they intended for Kasper and I to be a pair, then for a team of primarily women to be part of our... conditioning, I suppose... while in this program. Something about that thought rubs me the wrong way, and I hadn't really considered it until now in this classroom waiting on you two," Gauss told them, revealing his choice of absolute honesty for better or worse.

"And, and! Just be clear, the gender skew itself isn't what frustrates me, it's just how shallow and manipulative of a tactic that would be if that's what Cyrus was intending. It almost comes off as... insulting," Gauss quickly added, trying to clarify he didn't anticipate this being an actual problem, more so it was a principle-of-the-situation matter.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Rand Mabason​

"Soundwave Sorcerer"​

Species Witch
Partner N/A
Rank Two Star

Location Death City, DWMA Library
Mission Introductions
Status Calm

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Mentions: Kyuubey Merciless Medic RedArmyShogun Prizzy Kriyze The Regal Rper Mineczka Meredith

March 9th, 2067 | 1022​

Rand was himself in a precarious spot. As of his last time checking his phone, it was twenty minutes passed the designated period to meet up and the tension in the room, outside of Iris, was a relative lull. He honestly expected more of a fuss. Clearly, he was wrong. However, with Iris now making demands and addressing Edie with such a tone, there was the chance to spark more. The entire point of this endeavor was to evaluate how the group would respond to this type of delay and deception. As a group, they weren't doing bad. Some of them were conversing fine and the Oni Witch brought lunches. Sweet of her, he supposed, but the positivity of this effort did offset some of the frustration of the delay. Was that a problem? No, not really. It was a point to her, but realistically, she wasn't here for attitude issues or some big fuck up, she was here because her Magic was so closely tied to Madness. In the grand scheme of things, the type of balance this created among the mages at least kept them stable.

Rand had to make a choice. End this charade now and move on to business, or continue the farce to see what might spark. In the end, his decision hinged on one singular point: Iris causing a shitstorm alone clearly would not be representative of the entire group.

Suddenly, his music stopped, and he stood from his chair with a calm, stoic expression on his face.

"I appreciate your cooperation, Edie, but I believe it is time we moved on from this endeavor," Rand said. His words were cold, lifeless even, yet still there was a professional sincerity to them. Rand typically was quite nice to Edie, in a formal way at the least.

"As for my music, cousin Iris, I would suggest you get used to it. I am the primary mentor of this group and Edie was so kind as to join in to mentor this group due to its size. We were both part of the Paean Program, so this isn't new to us at all," Rand said, this time directing his response directly at Iris. His eyes were akin to two dull, black garnet focusing on her.

"Everyone is present, so please direct focus to me. I am Rand Mabason, Two-Star Witch, and a representative of Maba. As stated earlier, I will be your mentor. I presume Edie would prefer to introduce herself, so I will not take that privilege," Rand continued on, his eyes now scanning the room to catch everyone present, and his verbiage no longer pointed at Iris.

"I would congratulate you all on passing the first test, which was an evaluation of how well you would respond to a delay in an otherwise strict deadline, but I don't believe in rewarding the bare minimum. With that out of the way, we can proceed with the first point of business. You are to be Group B-01. B groups are considered non-standard groups of any kind, in this case, all Mages. The logic behind this group is that Mages would best excel with their own kind, at least in the beginning," Rand explained, given insight as to what had unfolded and the structure of their group in his stern, yet monotone voice.

"The first thing on the agenda is an introduction from each of you. To give an example, state your name as I did. Then, your specialty in Magic, perhaps a quip about yourself, and your personal goal here. I specialize in Sound-based magics with some Wind Magic as a secondary element, and I am proficient in virtually all tertiary fields of Magic such as Rune and Calculation Magic. I was born in the Witch Realm, am a Male Witch from the Mabian line, joined the DWMA but was placed in the Paean Program due to some initial misguided views of Witch Supremacy, and have since earned the moniker of the Soundwave Sorcerer, or "the witch with a thousand spells" depending on which circles you are in. My goal is simple. I want you all to leave this program able to participate in the DWMA proper, and ideally much more educated on Magic than when you entered," Rand went on, giving them the next steps as to what he wanted them to do and providing an example himself.

"After that, we will make use of the library. I want each of you to select a book, either on your own or with my assistance, on a sub-class of magic that you can potentially learn. That will be the focus of my teachings to you, although we will periods of which I will go over these magics with all of you together in a class format. You could call it a hybrid system of both individualized and generalized education," he told them, giving the reason behind meeting in the library.

 

[Merciless Medic]

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Zelda Zemo
Crescent Moon Class | March 8th, 2067 | 1310

After Nadia's outburst and agreeing for a drink later, her students began trickling in. Next was Gauss, then Dani, then Prudence, and then the trio. Now, that just meant Emmett was late. Great.

Sighing, it left her time to think. Nadia's anger about what had happened had bothered her, but she expected this. Still, it didn't help. She was aware of everything Nadia had said, seen it all even if it was for a day or two. She didn't like the ships either, but it was all they had to get as many of them out as possible. She didn't like the camps either, which was why her and her partner at the time fought to keep the harbor. Though, she never told Nadia to let it go, nor saying that she had to have peace. She had to find it on her own, and that wasn't Zelda's doing. Maybe she misinterpreted this through the bloodied, colored lenses of her anger, or maybe Zelda didn't say it in a better way. Honestly, Emmett was far better at that, but she was the one who was there so she needed to do this. She also never considered her small or inferior or weak. That was her own projection of a false interpretation. She also never said the war was over. But, like Emmett, the Russian soon collected herself, getting all her anger out in a verbal burst before maybe agreeing to have drinks later and falling silent.

Gauss seemed to be heavily contemplating something, but Zelda didn't really care about what. At least, not now and if it wasn't anything bad. She was more concerned as to why Emmett wasn't here yet. Though, it was sweet, as Sara had given her two bento boxes, one for each mentor. She smiled and set the food to the side, seeing inside the clear lid to find a healthy meal. She'll have to eat it later, even if this kind of cuisine was something she didn't eat too terribly often.

Though, what caught her attention was Gauss' contemplation. She'll address it later, but for right now, she'll give a couple more minutes for their students to mingle with one another before she had to speak up. However, she did say in a general statement as she leaned on the elbow atop the desk, her head resting against her palm as she continued to read her book.

"Emmett will be a bit late, everyone. I'll give him a few more minutes. If he isn't here by 1:15, I'll move on with this lesson."

Interactions: Nadia, Dani, Noah, Gauss, Prudence, Suzu, Sara
Mentions: Emmett ( Prizzy Kriyze )
Sir Les Paul Mqueserasera EmperorsChosen RedArmyShogun

 

[Merciless Medic]

Raphael Valerias​

March 9th, 2067
Location: DWMA Library, Study Room F
Interactions: Maria ( RedArmyShogun ), Rand ( Sir Les Paul ), Edelweiss, Iris ( Prizzy Kriyze ), Ark ( The Regal Rper ), Chanterelle ( Meredith ), Koiya
Mentions: N/A

What the fuck? Creepy bitch!

Of course, that’s what he would have said if he hadn’t curbed most of his impulses. The way she twirled that knife so expertly had earned this ‘Maria’ a wary look. Who was she to threaten him so haphazardly? Was he that menacing or intimidating? Maybe by stature, but she didn’t seem to care much for how dangerous someone looked. No, she seemed too absorbed with whatever she seemed to be doing.

Ah, maybe that’s why she freaked out.

Either way, it bothered him. But, she gave her name and explained what she meant by a ‘broken chain’. Ah… He was wrong. He looked around at all the reddish-haired people and shrugged. “Hm, weird. Okay.” That’s when he noticed the fish-like shape in her hands as she whittled away at it. Suddenly, he was transfixed, his gaze unable to move away from the fish she was making. His sudden interest in her work had reminded him of long days watching his father work on cloth. He smirked at his own memory, and partially to the amazement he could feel stretching his smirk into a grin. “What are you making?”

Then it was interrupted as he looked over, sensing the tension rising as the salmon-head yelled at the white-haired lady. He looked to Maria, then to the youngest looking member here by Raph’s standards, destroying his eardrums with his bass-boosted loud-ass music. He returned his mismatched gaze to the older lady with the bag as she responded.

Before he thought there was going to be a fight, the kid spoke up, turning off his music even. He regarded the ‘kid’ with a scrutinizing gaze before realizing with his first few sentences…

He was a mentor.

Eyes widening, he felt like he was duped. Swindled, even. How the fuck did he not recognize him? This man was actually kind of famous in the guild he was taught in, how did he not-

He focused on Rand, getting his name and that of Edie, and Rand’s explanation of himself and why they waited. In truth, Raphael forgot about all that. Forgot about there being a set “do or die” time limit to be here. He just assumed everyone was here and they were waiting on a mentor. The group did look kinda big. The fact both of them were from the Paean Program soothed him. They considered him at the time but his emotional state was too chaotic to be trusted at an experimental program where they were just dipping their toes in a vast, murky, lake filled with monsters they only vaguely had an idea how to combat.

But now, they’ve seen and learned enough to help and be funded.

Raphael did agree with the logic a little, but he wasn’t so sure about the witches. Hell, he wasn’t sure if the woman in front of him that creeped him out earlier was even a witch. Was she? The only okay witch he seemed to get along well with was Chanterelle.

But, there was to be an introduction, and who better than he, himself, and him to be the first one? He had an idea of what book to get for his sub-class of magic, but he wouldn’t mind figuring out other things. Maybe water…

Anyway, he stood up after Rand was done speaking, took a few steps back to regard everyone with a flourish of a bow as he slipped a hand in his satchel to fish for his Demon Tool. His tone was borderline smug as he spoke about himself, but he did seem to be taking this seriously. “I am Raphael Valerias. You may have seen me in both the DWMA and Guild of Magic, and especially the scandal I involved myself in a few years back that led me to be surreptitiously kicked from the academy.” In truth, he ran before he was given letters of expulsion, and the scandal he “involved himself in” was one he made himself. “Turns out, I’m a bit unhinged, as Pride and Madness is like mixing bleach and ammonia. I specialize in my Demon Tool.” He pulled out his three links of chain, his finger through a loop at the end and swung it around his finger in a twirl. “The Chain. Specifically having to do anything with it. My goal here is to overcome whatever issues my therapist thinks I have so I can be a hero within DWMA’s ranks and have that juicy fame.”

Ah, did he sound like a prick talking? He did, and he doesn’t care.

 

[Merciless Medic]

Sara Middleton​

March 8th, 2067
Location: Crescent Moon Classroom
Interactions: Suzu
Mentions: Gauss, Zelda, Emmett

As Sara fussed over if anybody would like her food, she caught what Gauss had to say. She can just smell the uncertainty, and she wasn't so sure if he was paranoid. Maybe he thought he was being targeted. Either way, everyone here was targeted to be better than what they were before. But she was too far away to make her comment known.

Either way, she focused her time on Suzu once she knew everyone was nice and settled. She heard that they were given a few more minutes as Emmett was late, but she didn't know if Zelda's patience would win out.

She had noticed Suzu's rising anxieties as they walked through the academy and she put a gentle hand on Suzu's shoulder as she got herself settled in her seat. "You okay?" Her voice was a quiet, gentle whisper. She wasn't so sure about how well the acoustics worked in this classroom, but she hoped none of them heard her. Still, her ears were directed at Suzu and her tail wagged somewhat slowly.

 

[Merciless Medic]

Noah Wiley

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March 8th, 2067
Location: Crescent Moon Class, DWMA
Interactions: Prudence ( Mqueserasera ), Gauss ( Sir Les Paul )
Mentions: Emmett

It seemed as if Gauss had a huge dilemma to even answer a question. Was what he was thinking about really that bad? He watched him with some boredom and concern, his eyes lazily watching him.

It was when he finally came out with his honesty that he wasn’t sure about how… There were more girls? How many guys were there besides himself and Gauss? There was that weird kid Sara was talking to earlier, Zari, Jarvis, and that really bright colored kid. Six guys. Six girls.

Huh, he may be on to something. But he still clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Gauss, I don’t think so. I think it’s just how things’re made. They just pooled a bunch of us together. I don’t think there was much to think about besides ‘half Madness liability’.” He shrugged. “I don’t think they’ve considered it, honestly. Sounds like a lot of work for somethin’ kinda stupid. I don’t trust Cyrus, but I don’t think he’d do that. Sounds way too petty.” He rested his chin on his hand, leaning his elbow against the table as he watched his two partners with slight exhaustion.

Though, he clicked his tongue in annoyance as Emmett was going to take forever getting here. “What do ya think is takin’ ‘em so long?” His tone was bored and bland, but nothing short of annoyed.

 

[Mqueserasera]

PRUDENCE PONTMERCY
Location: DWMA - Crescent Moon Classroom
Mentions: Sara
Interaction: Gauss ( Sir Les Paul ), Noah ( Merciless Medic )​

Homemade lunch. That was something new. Prudence looked at the bento before her. She was not exactly hungry.

In her past partnership, Prudence had invariably been the one doing the cooking. It was a simple thing. The thought that easily could easily count. The love that goes through the stomach. Or something or another to that effect. At any rate, she thought of it as nothing more than a cheap trick to earn someone’s favor, a method she herself had been guilty of employing before. She did not think less of the werewolf Meister for it. Sara and she might not be all that different after all, both were people pleasers of the most desperate degree. For how little time she had spent in temporary partnerships the last year, Prudence had had the chance to study and research closely each of her Meisters’ preferences, and never failed to accommodate them to the most excellent effects. The bland meals she made at home for herself were not very telling of this fact. But it was exceeding professionalism that had ever driven her service to the extreme of the people-pleasing business, something that was only further accented by her habitual apathy. Upon that running train of thoughts, Prudence came to wonder if perhaps she could use this side of hers to relate to the werewolf girl someday.

But for now, she eyed the bento again, it might suffice to find an opportunity to consume this goodwill and then pass along her gratitude and praises later.

Her head lifted up when Thaddeus began to answer her question from earlier, which, admittedly, had been nothing more than a friendly attempt to strike up a conversation. She did not expect an explanation that thoroughly at any rate. In fact, she had no idea how to react either. For one thing, it sounds suspiciously like a unique sort of bantering. Prudence could not for the life of her understand how he could have come to the conclusion that their mentors had purposely conspired to trap him in an environment full of only the opposite sex. Unless, of course, it was simply his idea of bantering for laughs. Should she laugh? He had struck her worst weakness: humor.

She couldn’t simply laugh carelessly either. If Thaddeus was indeed serious then a laugh would spell a disaster for their relationship.

Without a way out, she glanced over at Noah hoping for a clue. Fortunately, the boy, unmotivated as ever, was taking Thaddeus’ words seriously. “I agree. You’re worrying too much. And judging from the first lesson they gave us yesterday, I doubt they gave it that much thought anyway.” This she said with a nonchalant shrug and a lowered voice to avoid offending the present mentor.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Maria Mayer - DWMA HQ Library​

As the boy stood before her, seemingly ready to ask something else, her work became all the more disturbed, causing her to stop her carving as she stood ahead with a blank, the delinquent was getting agitated, the music was still loud, and the white-haired woman was asking why the former believed she was a mentor. What a.. no, not interesting, an infuriating group. Then the music stopped and the mystery man spoke up, turning all attention towards himself. Was it a smart move or a dumb one? The next few minutes would tell, though it seemed he had cause.

Rand Mabason. Even with as sheltered as she was, she was not dense to the magic world, at least not fully. With a name like Mabason it clearly implies Son of Maba. That or it just became a fashionable last name all of a sudden. He was the Soundwave Sorcerer. Well, technically more of a Witch than she was. Well from a point of view. Setting that aside he had more to say about himself and some instructions for them all and a small request. Next up was the introduction of Raphael Valerias who, she honestly had not heard of till now, though it seems he was at the center of one scandal or another, he had also asked what she was making. How to answer that or rather when? Not for now, not at all, her work would remain paused.

Setting her knife aside and brushing her wood waste into a pile, it seemed she would not be able to finish the koi fish for the time being. Given she was already up she decided to introduce herself, setting the knife and wooden block back into her belt pouches, she turns and lifts her dress in a curtsy, going next in the line;

"I am Maria Mayer, the Marionette as I was called, the Doll Maker, or the Doll herself. I am a tier four enchanter and tier one in construction of demon tools. My darling children are my weapon of choice and of form.." With that she tilts her head a bit, looking at her suitcase, a rather large one by most estimation. Tapping her chin she decides to not to give a demonstration unless asked.

"Ah yes, I am a Sorcerer, or Sorceress if you wish to say. I have no natural affinity for mage craft and must learn and train, though I am said to have a considerable Mana pool." Holding up a book at her side, it was clearly a grimoire, the tool of those who needed a medium to enact magic.

"As to why I am here... Simply put I see my creations as being worth more than you.. It is truly painful to use one's blood, sweat and tears to save those that only draw out more of the same.. But what else could I do? I must improve, I must finish my next project and grow stronger still! Perfection is the ideals of the conceited who do not understand the evolution of life and craft! For one I wish to impress... I would like to see, what? To do what? I wonder, truly being here I want to leave and shut myself away in my workshop.. Yet.. That would be a dead end for my wish.."

With that she taps her fingers of her right hand upon her grimoire sequentially. "I.. wish to see the value of man. To see.. that the destruction of my wonderful creations has a point at all.. I wish to not leave others to be hurt because I flinch at the thought.. Not again."

And with that she was done, not once but besides a forced smile in her curtsy did her outward emotions change.

Interactions: (principle) Merciless Medic Sir Les Paul (additional) Kyuubey Prizzy Kriyze The Regal Rper Mineczka Meredith

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Azariah "Zari" Vasher
His hands rested gently in his lap, his back was rigid, and only his large curious eyes floated around the room as the rest of the group coalesced. He looked to Emira's calculative glance and greeting, to Midori's welcome speech, to Jarvis' coffee, to Adrian's soaked frame, to Zosar and Adra across the table, and to the dossiers splayed out across the table. He didn't know much about coffee. Everyone drank it every morning and it had a very specific smell. Considering what he now knew about bloodsuckers, he eyed Jarvis curiously whenever he put the cup to his lip, wondering if it even did anything for him.

Aside from that, he did his best to musters smiles at anyone who looked his way. Especially Adrian, whose hard working attitude he'd come to appreciate. At the current time, he was also the most functional one of the bunch. Given the demeanours of the Meister and Weapon across from him, it seemed they hadn't completely clicked in the past two days. Hopefully they'd prove him wrong on that, Zari hated to figure that they couldn't manage a resonation. If they couldn't, how could he possibly? Jarvis and him, well, they didn't exactly come to controversy with one another, but there was a space to be bridged. Zari did of course feel hopeful, but he couldn't speak to him. Find the right words. Jarvis, on the other hand, spoke little. He was always tired. The lullaby resounding from his soul seemed more than just a hint of his wavelength. He'd gladly turn his day around to try to catch him at night, but that thought hadn't yet made itself present in his mind.

The missions he waited to mull over until Jarvis' had grabbed the dossiers, at which time he eyed them over his shoulder. Surprised, he let out a quiet "Huh." as he read through the details. In his experience, there were almost always human targets. The missions the DWMA offered seemed to be of a wider variety, as everything from rescuing house pets to exorcising dolls were offered. It seemed unfortunately boring, but Zari was used to gritting his teeth and carrying on. Perhaps the doll mission? With his particular powers, he might be able to directly target souls without hurting the physical object. Dueling giant scorpions would earn him some experience in monster slaying, if they could carry the mission out at night to avoid the sun for Jarvis. But before he really reached a conclusion, Jarvis piped up about the Shuumie mission.

Zari put a finger to his lip. Two votes retained, two votes given, and that left the choice between the doll and the Shuumie with him as a tie breaker, unless the others should change their minds. He remained quiet for some time, before saying "I don't know. Catching a pet sounds boring. Exorcising dolls sounds tedious." He looked up to Jarvis. "I can stand both. Are you sure about the pet?"

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Adrian Hackney​

"The Maiden"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

Location Death City, Hallowed Grounds
Mission First Mission
Status Energetic

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Mentions: Prizzy Kriyze QuirkyAngel The Regal Rper Kyuubey Sybil

"I don't really like any of them," Adrian responded, primarily to the insight Emira provided as to throwing his vote at the 'lesser evils' she mentioned. Adrian couldn't strongly justify any single one over the other. Each, to him, had more cons than pros. Had this been a few years prior, the scorpion mission would have been chosen in a heartbeat, but as it stood now, he was avoidant. To him, for good reason. To others, perhaps it was just something he inevitably needed to get over. The idea didn't precisely cause him wartime flashbacks, but it did give him a feeling of uneasiness. The mission to find a cat sounded stupid, like something you would assign kids just getting their footing in the City. The doll mission would be the one he had the greatest objection to. Nothing about him was investigative, it would have the longest commute for a mission he was sure he wouldn't be useful on.

"I'm not exactly great at reading between the lines, but when you focus on one of the missions over the others... it makes it fairly obvious which you favor," Adrian explained, raising his eyebrows as the logic behind his reasoning shone through. "So make that two votes for Shuumie. If anything, it'll be the quickest one to finish, so we might get a chance at something more... fun," Adrian said, cementing in his decision.

Adrian then lifted his hand to pull the bright blue, but still entirely soaked, locks of hair out from his face and away from his eyes where they had fallen over. His hair was typically a mess regardless, or spiked in some form or fashion, but when wettened down, it was notably fairly long in the front with the back and sides being much shorter. This led to the particular issue he had presently, with his vision becoming obscured when it fell down. It was becoming more clear his decision to allow himself to become entirely soaked was quite impractical. Even the folder he sat back on the table was marked with the rainwater left on his hands.

Outside of being drenched and realizing how much of a pain it was, he was also reconsidering his decision. Giving it up to someone else wasn't normally his thing, but Midori had provided him with a set of a choices. Choosing between three metaphorical piles of shit didn't really result in a choice without a stench, did it? The effort to even get the missions wasn't entirely lost with Adrian, but the end result still wasn't especially pleasing. Besides, the more he thought about it, the more each option really had its drawbacks. Jarvis was a vampire. It was doubtful the Mojave would be suffering this same storm, although it might at least have cloud cover. But a vampire in the desert didn't seem like a great option. They could fight at night, but the scorpions were far more dangerous then and there were other issues with the desert at night. Flying out to the doll mission might have been interesting, but no one on this team at all struck him as someone to want to investigate an issue as opposed to cutting it down or capturing it.

Two for Shuumie, one split decision, and one for the Dolls. If Zari opted for the Doll mission, this would put them in a deadlock with Adra being the deciding vote unless she adamantly abstained. If he refused a vote or voted for the Scorpions, then the outcome would be the same: the Shuumie mission being the majority vote. As Adrian saw it unfold, it just appeared that the weight of their mission would fall on Zari and then potentially to Adra. An annoying outcome to say the least. If Zari put her in that spot, from what Adrian had seen, he was sure she would be somewhat pissy about it--especially given she didn't even want to vote. But, alas, this was the way things were in this wonderful mock democracy.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Midori☆Hoshi​

"Dark Star"​

Species Death Golem
Partner Various / Autonomous Weapon
Rank Two-Star

Location Death City, Hollowed Grounds
Mission First Mission
Status Focused

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Mentions: The Regal Rper Sybil Kyuubey QuirkyAngel Prizzy Kriyze

The decisions, or lack thereof, were unfolding in front him like cards at a poker table. These five agents in turn putting in their two cents to try and reach a mutual goal. In a way, how things unfolded were symbolic of the person making them. Of course they were, but Midori paid extra attention to the parallels. Adra opted not to vote. The girl was so withdrawn in herself that she didn't really care what they did, he presumed. But then, why would she? She thought she was a lost cause to begin with. Jarvis picked the cat mission. Local, seemingly low-effort. Perhaps he had evaluated the others as too much work. In any case, it fit him. Zosar chose the mission that was a mystery to investigate. Perhaps it was out of interest in doing something other than killing, or perhaps part of him projecting that he himself was a mystery that should be uncovered. Adrian forfeit his vote. If Midori hadn't read the case reports on them, this would seem massively out of character. The option he would normally choose, the Scorpions, had a personal taxation on him. When he can't make that choice, he likely felt defeated enough to give it up entirely. And, Zari... the current linchpin in the voting process, not sure what to do. Why would he? He was the tool of others for most of his lifetime and when he did make a decision, he had to flee to the DWMA.

Midori considered that he was pouring too much thought into this. He was biased source and hardly a psychologist. He knew a lot about each one of them. Perhaps it wasn't symbolism as much as it was the logical cause and effect of their circumstances. He would have pondered this further, but Emira had her response lined up for Adrian. In doing so, she leaned against him. And, while Midori tried his best to stay focused, there was a moment where his heart beat just a little harder and the slight added warmth pulled him away from his thoughts regarding the topic. She serene, not a sight he saw often, though perhaps being this close reminded her of the silence she had the other night. Or, perhaps it was just him.

Had he no responsibilities in the world, he would have been content there with her. But she answered Adrian and he was a mentor and the world unfortunately kept on turning even in the moments one wished it would not.

Midori was aware of the point Emira was making. The weighing of options, how even when comparing apples to oranges, there was a decision to be made and various things to consider. Adrian either ignored that point or it went over his head as the slight focus Emira provided on the Shuumie mission locked in another vote for it. It only currently had the majority, though. Zari still held power, and his partner did choose otherwise. There was a chance for deliberation.

"I have heard plenty of points be made and some votes cast for questionable reasons, but everything we're doing tells me about you. Honestly, while it would be ideal, I don't really even care if you succeed in your missions. What I want to see is how you do when things are serious. If you want to go rescue a cat, then do it, but do it like your life depends on it. Anything worth doing is worth doing right, and if it's a mission, there is a reason that a DWMA Agent is required for it," Midori told them, specifically emphasizing that last point he made. There was a reason these things were given to the DWMA and not the local fire department.

"There are two votes remaining. I'm not going to tell you my insight to these missions. Long before I was an assassin, I was a Monster Hunter. My perspective on this is from experience, so it could easily skew the decisions you make. But I will tell you this: each mission you take, especially this early in your career, will build you up as an agent. You won't walk away with nothing, so don't think of these as chores. I want to see how you do, yes, but this is also a chance to grow. I know factually that Team Stitches is doing classwork right now. Just like with classwork, you get back what you put in. Your growth depends on your effort. This decision isn't just about the mission, this is you deciding to grow," Midori told them, a combination of still withholding information and what type of motivational insight he could provide.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Ark | DWMA | Library

Completely ignoring Iris' aggressive tone, Arcel could not help but smile wryly at her. He hadn't meant anything in the slightest by his choice of words but the fact she'd decided to take it out of context to him was amusing and he didn't bother to try hiding it in the slightest. Well aware that she could probably hit him hard enough to fracture a bone even with his magical training, he wasn't about to get in her crosshairs when they'd had such a good start so far anyway.

"Relax," his wry smile maintained, "I merely was pulling your leg." He chuckled following her comment on Alita.

It was good fortune they had met, and even better fortune to have met here of all places. He shared her sentiment completely. Even if she'd muttered it, he had heard, and he fully agreed. While he wasn't entirely pleased she was here- he was at least glad that if she had to be here, she had a familiar face she was on good terms with to share the burden and stress of having to be here in the first place.

Plus with how gung-ho she had been in the fight, he got the sense she really was the adrenaline junky type that craved battle- very much like some of the friends of his own cousins whom came from Houses he had come to learn through interaction, had a taste for violence and conflict- those types were always...interesting in their own way. Iris at least seemed to not be looking to start shit at the fly and he could appreciate that.

At her statement to the big busted white haired witch, Ark turned his attention to one of the bento lunches on the desk, and then decided to help himself to one. Picking it up while Iris and the other witch had their exchange, he paused his progress to begin eating the food however when the guy blasting his music suddenly spoke up at last. He'd had a lingering suspicion the guy was either an assistant of some kind to the actual professor- or just a really inconsiderate person in general with how loud his music had been when he'd entered- but either way, it was good to know that the patient game had been correct. He had his hunch about it being the library in general and that was the second thing he hadn't really liked- the idea of being made to sit and wait for an unknown period of time- not like he didn't have experience in it already considering how long a process of trial and error it took to even make his own Demon Tools with some help on the side- but still, just because he tolerated it, didn't mean he liked it.

And so as Rand spoke to avoid being rude, Ark put the bento aside and listened.

Rand Mabason his eyes narrowed. That name was familiar. And it became clear as Rand went on further in his introduction and explanation.The actual mage of a thousand spells, he'd heard him of course as the Soundwave Sorcerer first before he came across that other moniker- but still, a mage with so many different spells under their belt- a male Witch also- this was the guy he'd been hearing through the grape vine for the last few years.

The male Witch that had the Eye of Maba implanted, and became so much more. That was years ago though- about five or six years ago to be exact. In the last four he hadn't heard much of the guy in general and he'd never bothered to look into it any further aside from digging up minor details. There had been a brief time where he'd been keenly interested in trying to meet Rand back when he'd been younger- who would've thought they would meet here, like this.

How fate played games, ironically.

The goal now: A little about themselves. The kind of magic they were good at, and their end goals in all of this.

One-by-one colleagues rose up. Raph being the first. The fact he had Madness, and one of Pride, something that made his brows furrow. He wasn't sure what exact 'scandal' the Sorcerer was referencing but the fact he also possessed a demon tool did not escape him. It was interesting it was a chain, very much in the same way his own Demon Tools coming in the form of worn accessories might be interesting just as well. His interest had now been piqued in the guy at the very least, and seeing as how he had brushed him off earlier he wondered just how well they'd get along considering his Madness. Given the effects of the Pull it was something of curiosity since he'd came into EAT in the nature of the Pull and Madness in tandem. He wondered if Raph's Madness of Pride had affected his magic in some way. Thoughts would have continued on the kinds of things to look out for with Raph, had Maria not stepped up after he'd spoken.

Doll Maker? He could only assume, ah yes, I was right. She was an Enchanter. And one who made Demon Tools as well also? That was certainly something to note.

What truly struck him though, was the fact she referenced her creations as her children.

If that didn't scream red flags, what would? Maria's revelation and personal insight into her own end goals made it clear to Arcel just why she was in here. If observing her brief interaction with Raphael had been a sign of anything, it would be her general social awkwardness wouldn't have been a necessity but the fact she put it so clearly in the value she held for her own creations over the life of others...to some degree he sort of understood that. When the chips were down, he hadn't really cared about anyone but himself in the end of all things- his own survival- his own victory- his own progression towards the next chance at improvement and greater development.

So while the notion that she valued her creations more than the lives of her peers was, in all honesty, appalling- he found he could not say anything against her. Nor could he think negatively of her. Had it not been for him- two of his friends would still be moving around and not in a coma. Three more would be alive.

It seemed they had quite the batch here. Already someone with Madness among their group made him wonder if anyone else here suffered from the same afflictions and while their own well-being was something he certainly would look out for, his thoughts could not help but focus on the ways magic might be affected when influenced by Madness. At the same time he also could not help but wonder of Maria's own subtle influence in the Pull. While he hadn't been paying her any heavy attention it was not lost on him how she had particularly quartered herself off from most of the others and focused on whatever it was- his eyes glanced to it- a fish of some sort that she had been whittling away at.

Craft huh maybe that was her obsession. The desire to create and see that creation flourish. The Pull was more like a behavioral trait that got stronger in its influence over time if left unchecked anyway, very different from what he understood of Madness itself- which acted as a force of nature that could overwrite individuality or stir personality traits and exacerbate them. He'd been doing his research since his sister had made that point to him about being no different than the Outlaws themselves, so it was only natural he had a better understanding of both in general.

At the very least, all this means is I need to make sure I keep my eye on the most volatile ones considering he'd have their mentors keeping an eye on him.

Standing, towering- Arcel sighed, rubbing his neck. "Well, I wish I could say we had met under better circumstances Rand" ignoring the last part of his name. Considering Witch culture it was probably the only thing most Witches in the Realm focused on at all- at least in the lower and possibly even top ranks. A Male Witch was a rarity, no doubt Rand and him could've shared all kinds of stories since the male population in the Realm of mages was basically a minority of itself.

"First, I'm a Sorcerer" he accented by lifting the flap of his open shirt to the side, not only exposing more upper body skin but also revealing the grimoire tucked into the pocket. "My full name is long, so you may call me Arcel.Whether you know who I am from TV or from the news, I'll go over what I my field is. My specialization is Elemental magic, my core focus is the element of Earth, my secondary is the element of Fire. With some help from family and allies I created these demon tools." He raised his gloved hands and then as if second nature, let magic simply flow to activate the invisible runes which glowed a bright orange before fading. "I'm sure you both are aware but for the others to know I am capable of manipulating the earth around me. Stone, clay, cement, asphalt, dirt, etc. It is easier to take directly from the ground below me than to pull from my surroundings- much less taxing also. That includes conjuring earth if I must from thin air. With my secondary element I am quite capable of also altering the nature of the earth I create as well. I work currently at a Tier three level, but with my gloves I go up to Tier four."

"If you want an example and think I'm bluffing" because there had been many that thought he was talking nonsense when he explained to them what he could do with this Demon Tool, "I'd be happy to show you outside of this building. Not asking for a fight, but willing to demonstrate." He clarified. "I can cover any range, and am adaptable. Be it support, defense, or offense, I can cover any range necessary. And my reason for being in this program....is....," he paused, frowned, "is because I struggle with PTSD under high stress and from the Pull as a result" his eyes downcast, "at least that is what I have been told, and have reason to believe."

And that was it, he merely put his arms down, muttered a 'That's all' and sat back down. Picking up the bento, but not opening it as he merely stared at the box. Now lost in his own thoughts.

Mentions: Sir Les Paul (Rand)

Interactions: Merciless Medic Kyuubey Prizzy Kriyze Mineczka RedArmyShogun Meredith

 

[Meredith]

Chanterelle Fuir

In the Library Classroom, interactions Kyuubey Koiya, Sir Les Paul Rand, everyone else in the room.​

A red-haired woman came In behind Chanterelle as she gestured for Koiya to sit down. The new witch looked pissed off, she thought, and had immediately latched onto a familiar face (Ark was her friend?) to ask if Raph was bothering him. She did her best to avoid that witch’s eyes, canvassing the room instead, while Koiya made her way over. Did interactions in this school always border on conflict? An anxiety was rising in Chanterelle’s chest. But Ark didn’t seem interested in that– he pushed Raphael to the side, all but dismissing him, and greeted Iris. De-escalation, while preferable, was not very interesting. She stopped paying attention to that.

Koiya intersected with Raphael on the way to the table, and the forest witch didn’t quite hear that either, but thankfully the other mage she’d been able to briefly introduce herself to was interested in talking to her. Koiya was, thankfully, extremely talkative. Chanterelle tried to drop her focus on the rest of the room. It was a monumental effort, really, especially when the conversation started with platitudes about her efforts-
Wait, what was that about chopsticks?

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary.” Chanterelle’s eyes locked with Koiya’s. The witch tried to hide a smile behind her hand; a bit of a shake of her head as Koiya opened her own bento. The look settled into Chanterelle’s face – it wasn’t something she was used to, smiling for the benefit of other people; but it settled into her face like an old friend made unfamiliar through time settles into new conversation. The bento was made for lunch – but if the other witch was hungry, she should eat, so Chanterelle did not quite manage to understand the motivation behind her apparent shame. She seemed upset. Tried to keep talking about food. The only problem was that Chanterelle doubted the plants she took the most pride in would be appropriate to mention here.

“I am very familiar with the preparation of plant-based foods,” she confirmed instead, “especially ones from the forest. My kitchen is stocked with butter, oil, and milk, mostly.. I’ll make something for you sometime. My favourite dish (to grow, I guess?) is fiddleheads, bamboo shoots, and chanterelles. Funny, I know.” The forest witch lapsed into an uncertain silence. Was that what she wanted? A jolt went through her mind as she realized she’d missed a question. “Oh, and I do eat meat, but really rarely because I do not have the ability to produce it and very little motivation to source it. So – do not worry, it is a good assumption.” A shrug. “I think we are going to have to start soon, or at least within the hour, or the rest of the class is going to dip. I hope so, anyway.”

The angry red-haired woman seemed to have the same question. She loudly called to the white-haired teacher (?), asking about introductions, and the music that Chanterelle could vaguely hear but cared very little about. The forest witch leaned over to Koiya to whisper. “Real firecracker, that one, huh?”

But the response from the taller woman in the negative, so she sat back in her chair, taking another glance around the room. Plenty of people she didn’t know. Plenty of people to get to know. She looked down at her phone. Twenty fucking minutes? The toadstool witch took in a long, low breath. Chanterelle couldn’t remember the last time she was late to anything sober – even when she’d been running off the light of the sun. But her annoyance was short-lived. Music-man’s speakers (or, mother of life, were those headphones?) quieted. He stood and addressed the pair of the angry red witch and the new white-haired one, who he called Edie. Allegedly, he was the mentor for the group.
Sorry, what?

She listened to Rand’s introduction. He congratulated them all on being able to sit in an empty room (what the fuck is wrong with my classmates) and implored them all to introduce themselves. He started himself – but she recognized this description from elsewhere, something said to her, and Chanterelle would have to admit she checked out a bit. After that, the library, which she was very familiar with. That was good. Great, even.

So her classmates spoke up to introduce themselves. First Raphael – bowing to them all, repeating information they had discussed, being a little full of himself and a little secondhand embarrassing. Chanterelle repeated her own story in her head. You’re from a remote hermitage of witches and were sent to the DWMA’s remedial program to help with your self-medicating and the fact that you’re poisonous (which is likely integral to your bodily functioning). Get it together.

Next was the blonde girl Raphael had introduced herself to. Her name was Maria, she made dolls; a polite curtsy in her introduction and a very sweet analysis of being a sorcerer. She was here for having toxic opinions on the sanctity of life – ….yeah…. – but she wanted to see the value in others. Chanterelle could agree with that goal. It was an important one. Still, there were a lot of Sorcerers here, in the mage group – that was curious to her. She couldn’t quite understand it, even if she and Raphael had had a good time comparing abilities, because their magic seemed to work fundamentally differently.
She wasn’t the authority on sorcerers, in any case.

But there were more of them. That man that the red-haired woman had immediately fixated on introduced himself as Arcel, and she nodded along to him, thinking about the purpose of elemental magic. They could probably get along. He admitted to struggling with the Pull, which she did not expect to hear, and her mouth opened a bit through his explanation. Interesting – and apparently powerful – magic. All of her classmates were interesting, she thought, but Arcel was probably the most interesting to her. She wanted desperately to know if moving earth would fuck up her plants. It wasn’t an appropriate question for this setting.

So Chanterelle stood up herself. It was time to get it over with. Public speaking was not her forte, but she inclined her head down in a sort of half-bow, one arm extending as if from a curtsy. Of course, she had no skirt or dress to adequately perform the motion with, so it was naught but a formality.

“My name is Chanterelle Fuir. I claim no particular title, but I am a Toadstool witch, and a competent one at that. I am capable of casting third-tier spells related to my innate magic – mostly as a combination of effects on the flora I produce. Like amanita,” she taps her hat, “I am toxic to the touch. Keep that in mind.” A pause. A deep breath. The witch shifts from foot to foot, glancing around the room at her peers. “I would like to learn to protect my allies from my abilities.”

“I was referred to the FATE program upon acceptance because of that fact and my resulting self-medicating behaviour. Furthermore, it is expected that the FATE year should significantly improve my cultural consciousness, and my ability to connect with my peers. I was raised in a witch hermitage in this realm and am learning about the people within it – and in the witch’s realm itself.”
She fell silent for a moment. A bit of a grimace had settled into her face, but she did her best to shake it, enforcing that awkward smile. “I, uh, made little lights for everyone – but they ARE in pots, so they are heavy, and I left them downstairs in the library. Maybe we might pick them up on our way.”

With a nod, and a muttered “thank you”, she sat back down in her chair – hoping her dialogue was well-received. She looked for Raphael sitting in his seat and glanced at him meaningfully.

Do Not Touch!

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Daniella Ethalyn - DWMA Crescent Moon Classroom
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Dani's scowl intensified a bit at the Russian's remarks. Following a scoff, the pink-haired girl folded her arms as her eyes centered on her meister.

"Fuck off," She remarked grumpily, obviously not having enjoyed the experience as much as Nadia did hearing of it. "I was on time the first day too, smartass."

Though embarrassing, Dani did seriously think she had been abducted by some serial killer at the time, and though that turned out to be false for the moment, that didn't make it any less anxiety-inducing. The doll-maker was an odd one, even if supposedly harmless. One could only hope that whatever doll was made wasn't a voodoo or cursed doll. She could ask Nadia, but predicted the woman would tease her further or shrug.

Following the brief exchange, the remnants filed in the classroom. For the most part, it seemed all were minding their own business, save for the wolf who brought food for the whole class. It was hardly expected, causing the pouting girl's expression to morph into one more quizzical in nature. Even with Zosar gone, there was still another social butterfly it seemed.

"...Thanks..." She murmured, inspecting the dish only briefly before setting it aside for later. She wasn't even sure if they were allowed to eat in here. Still, the pink-haired girl wasn't likely to turn down free food.

However, as their present mentor spoke up, Dani's face deteriorated into another grumpy scowl. So much for the mentors being on time. Though, she supposed that it would be wise to be grateful that one was present and willing to moderate, rather than throwing a rambunctious lot in a field and letting them war with one another.

Leaning back in her chair, Dani idly listened to the murmurings of the classroom, but with the pod cut in half almost, the environment was much less lively. The pretty-boy still seemed somewhat troubled, with his partners appearing to console him, meanwhile the bell was melting into her wolf. The calm was much more suitable for her, but even if everything was smooth so far, that didn't mean Dani expected it to stay that way.

Mentions: Most everyone in the room
Interactions: RedArmyShogun (Nadia) Merciless Medic (Sara briefly)

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Iris ba Sitheris
Iris raised an eyebrow as the white-haired presumed-to-be-mentor as she questioned her estimation of her occupation. Well cause you look older than anyone here, or mature, have your pick. She almost said the former, before being interrupted by her second sentence which caused her to look over to the manlet at the table again. She'd certainly hoped that the mentor had any control over her course mates, but it seemed she gave up before even trying. Not that any of this had much of an opportunity to be discussed, as the small man decided to stand from the table and introduce himself.

Fucking, what?

Iris could feel her cheeks warm up. Was this guy sent here to spy on her? This three matchboxes tall and infuriatingly full of himself dipstick? Even if not, he was intending to continue assaulting their ear drums - he decidedly made that very clear. She didn't know who or what the Paean program was, and neither did she give a shit, but the mouth on him wouldn't stop going - and her fury hadn't yet made her impolite enough to cut him off.

But as he announced his name and segued from his bare two sentence acknowledgement of her existence and implicit condescending threat to address the rest of the room, each tendon and muscle in her body tightened one by one to hold back the anger she felt. The gall of this quote unquote man. Implying their familial relationship, referring to her by name to show off that he knows more than her, all from a male of Mabian descent. To say that she resembled a statue where she stood, arms crossed, pinprick eyes and face dark, would be an understatement. With devilish patience she let those around her introduce themselves, but her focus was on the small mentor.

Something about the blonde being a sorceress and making dolls, some wild entitled philosophy about measuring the worth of man or whatever. Ark introducing himself as a celebrity or something, it was beyond her interest and her cultural heritage. She already knew all she needed about him. The only two who introduced themselves politely were Edelweiss and Chanterelle, but the former had already earned her ire with the pointless contrarian counter-question when all Iris wanted was to clear shit up and get back on track. Mushroom girl was a mushroom girl, big whoop. Koiya wasn't exactly unpleasant, but it was hard to concentrate on the intricacies of a nervous voice when your throat was filled with a book-full of choice words for Rand. The supposed witch of a thousand spells.

She didn't actually know that everyone else had introduced themselves by now, and that the natural order fell on her; it was just a lucky happenstance that the moment her composure was spilled over happened to be during her turn.

BAM. The sound of Iris' left foot stamping at the floor was loud enough to sting her ears, but if it bothered her she wasn't showing it. Her stern gaze hadn't moved an inch from Rand.

"You're fucking with me, right?"

Pause.

"Sorry, it feels like you're fucking with me."

The sarcasm in her voice was obvious. "I don't know, Mabason, who am I? You tell me. Am I maybe..." She turned to look to the rest of the group, and with accompanying exaggerated gesturing she mockingly recited some house propaganda. "Iris ba Sitheris, direct descendant of the great and wise Mother Maba, the coming storm and the herald of destruction lest you show me the respect owed to me by rank. Witch of the fifth level, next in line to carry the title of The Hydra Witch after my mother, Matriarch Arcturia, passes." She turned her head back towards Rand, her face contorted with disdain. One look at him told her all she needed to know. House lapdog or not, he was no different from the rest of them. He wasn't going to listen. She was here to be behaviorally corrected to fall in line, or die trying. Hopefully the latter.

"Or am I just tired that, even in exile, I've got some relative looking over my shoulder." It almost looked like she was going to end her introduction calmly and peacefully, but then her teeth clenched and she snapped at him. "What's your game, Rand? Didn't you take enough?!"

Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper Merciless Medic RedArmyShogun Kyuubey Mineczka

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Rand Mabason​

"Soundwave Sorcerer"​

Species Witch
Partner N/A
Rank Two Star

Location Death City, DWMA Library
Mission Introductions
Status Calm

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Mentions: Kyuubey Merciless Medic RedArmyShogun Prizzy Kriyze The Regal Rper Mineczka Meredith

March 9th, 2067 | 1034​

Rand listened to each and every one of them closely. In fact, far closer than they would even know. The tones in their voices, how they shifted, their heartrates as they spoke, respirations, every little factor he pulled in. While Rand was no supercomputer, his brain had become hardwired to interpret the world around them through sound. Everyone could hear, but his hearing was even more insightful than the Werewolves of the Vena Clan. Not just in acuity, but in the sheer amount of information he was able to take in.

Iris. Oh, Iris. Letting everyone speak, but still seething with rage during every second of it from Rapheal all the way to the first words from her mouth.

Raphael was the first to speak up. Arrogant. Haughty. Either attempted to be the center of attention, or in his delusion, believed he was. In either case, Rand took his attitude with a grain of salt knowing what his past was. What mattered most for that Sorcerer was how bad he wanted it. The only person in the world that could help him was himself. Whether he had support or not--and he certainly did in the DWMA--he had to face his issues.

Maria was a more interesting topic. She wanted to know the value of man. What she really needed to know was the value of life. How he perceived her was an artist. Bach or Mozart created beautiful pieces of art with their music, as did many aspiring artists recently. Soundcloud was hardly representative of skill, but it did show the aspiration that existed. This was a feeling shared by humans and witches alike. Maria was at heart an artist through the eyes of Rand. She needed a shift of perspective, and then better tools to further her beloved art.

Arcel had his own issues that put him in a similar category to Raphael, sans the Madness. If there was any soul in this group Rand had pity for, it was Arcel. War was no trivial matter, and to have the power he did at such a young age--especially as a Sorcerer with a long life--in a warzone where lives were taken was no small weight to bare. Rand had doubts he could help with the PTSD any more than the therapists he saw, but he believed he could help integrate the man back into the field in a safe, controlled manner. Why the man tried to demonstrate his abilities was beyond Rand, though. It seemed perhaps he was more similar to Raphael than initially expected.

Chanterelle was in the twilight. She didn't quite call the mortal realm home, nor the Witch realm. Perhaps she too deserved some element of pity, but her disconnection from both of these worlds could be an advantage whereas the PTSD of the aforementioned sorcerer could never be. Toxic to the touch, but for some reason, Rand already took a liking to her. She seemed complacent. Laid back. If there was a witch there that would appreciate an education, he thought it her.

Edie introduced herself, but he already knew her well enough. She was quite his opposite. Rand drew his power from immense knowledge and application of various forms of mage craft. Edie was the definition of a specialist. Though, Rand felt her comment about spells mildly inaccurate. The witch that cast a spell a thousand times? That was hardly a feat. Fact was, Edie had probably cast her Imbue a hundred thousand times over if not more. Rand alone had cast plenty of his own spells a thousand times alone, but that was hardly the point she was making. Was hardly one to argue, either. She would be a massive help to those like Maria who focused on a few select spells over a huge array. It did make Rand wonder if he could interest Edie in some expansion, though...

Koiya was next. Next to last, with arguably the longest introduction, although that seemed to at least in part be her nerves. She had easily the most complex Magic of the lot with enough spells, although divided by her masks, to make even Rand proud. She posed a unique challenge, though. Her magic being sealed might limit what she could learn. Or, it might make certain masks better for certain sub fields of Magic. Rand couldn't be sure with her; her situation was quite unique. Madness, the Pull... she was almost a triangle with Arcel and Raphael. Arcel suffered with the pull and PTSD, Raphael with his attitude and his Madness, but Koiya was there almost solely for the Madness tied so close to her magic. A spectrum of issues, and Koiya was on one end.

Lastly, with no small amount of her trademark temper, Iris. She questioned him. Fair. It was a bit of a stretch to still claim she was a tier five, but another semantic not worth arguing--or even acknowledging. Sealed, much like Koiya. A little narcissistic, fitting her. Paranoid that everyone was out to get her. Fact was, she put herself in the position she was in, but she wouldn't see it as such. Another moot argument if made. Titles this, bloodline that, she wreaked of the Witch Realm whose customs she seemed to shun to begin with. If anything, Rand thought she needed to find her place in the world, not be put in it.

He sighed, mostly at acknowledging the work in front of him.

"I don't have a game, Iris," Rand explained to her in an already-defeated tone. "To put bluntly, few other Mentors dared deal with the politics of bringing you onto a team. I don't have any reservations and in terms of the Witch Realm Hierarchy, I technically even outrank your mother. I have no ulterior motif for having you on this team. My goal for you is the same for everyone else and the benefit lost on you here is that under me, most of that red tape has been cut. I personally don't care if you want to be a hurricane in the Witch Realm or forsake your House all together. That is your decision, and I want no part of it," Rand told her, outlining his stance on her being there.

"The only thing fucking with you, cousin, is my taste in music," he added with what he considered his own dry humor.

With his attention off of Iris following her outburst and final introduction, he leaned against the table behind him and scanned the room.

"Everyone else, a few points to be made. Magitech, if it intrigues you, will not be considered a form of magic I can teach. I will have a consult later to assist with that, but for now, reserve those inquiries. Scour the library for a book on the topic you want. Right now, you were given my check-out privileges which are actually beyond my rank. I am permitted to check out books specifically regarding Magic that would typically be only allowed by Thee Star Agents. This does not include history or superfluous subjects, so don't waste your time," Rand went on, addressing everyone else with further instructions and guidelines. He had shifted gears from his direct response to Iris quickly, and cleanly.

"Other important notes. I will eventually be giving you all classroom style overviews of Alchemy, Rune Magic, and Calculation Magic. This does not mean you should avoid the subjects, but these three fields act as a core for my learning system. On the topic of Madness and the Pull of Magic, those are very unique and individual circumstances that I will address one-on-one, but in my experience, those personal battles best won of your own merits and more so with the help of therapist, not a teacher. That said, I fully intend on giving you the resources to with those battles," Rand continued on, giving a further outline and addressing what he felt like was the untouchable topic. To many Witches, the Pull of Magic while natural was still an urge to be fought and failure to do so was a sign of inherent weakness. Madness had its own stigma. This was not the case with Rand. He had enough insight to know that no one should be wrote off because of an extra battle they had to fight.

"Maria, once this class concludes, I would ask you join me in a small outing to provide some enlightenment as to your issue," he said aloud with his dark, beady eyes darting over to her quickly. He didn't wait for confirmation before picking up a book from the table and approaching Chanterelle. Those same eyes fell on her briefly. Rand seemed almost like a hollow man. Robotic, almost. Not quite lifeless, but hardly as fiery as anyone else in the room, Edie included. Even the eyes of hatred and disdain felt different than his orbs of insouciance.

"Chanterelle, I have taken the liberty of procuring this book ahead of time. It is not exactly a part of our rubric, so read it at your leisure, but I do believe you might find it interesting," he told her, offering her a hardcover copy of a book labelled A Fungus Among Us, volume 3 - A Look Into The Malheur National Forest. A single handed extended to her, although still a few inches away waiting for her to take said offer. It was an open invitation based on his body language and the softer way he delivered this offer lent to the idea this was a genuine act of consideration to her.

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

Getting her drink from Zosar earned him a small nod in approval and thanks before taking time to just stare in it for a minute and let her brain think.

…..Noise. It was all noise to the whip, her eyes looking down at her drink given to her by her ‘partner’ with a look bordering disinterest and dead-pan. She couldn’t help the boredom now, rather to give up her vote in a pointless election than ponder on something pointless. She was just happy to be back out in the field, or at least she would be. With that she took a sip, her body perking up slightly at the warmth and comfort it brought. The energy it would provide would be a nice way to overcome her circumstances.

Deciding votes will be cast eventually and I can just work. That’s what this is for. Work. So I can get jobs that matter.

Her mind, prone to overthinking as always, eventually loosened its grip as time went on. She lifted the cup to her lips once more, taking a sip as she tuned back in to the world around her. The room was filled with stagnation, and the longer it went on the worse it felt. She was irritated now, questioning why the consensus was muddled. Sure she had chosen to abstain, but that didn’t mean the whole group had to follow or just vote chaotically! She knew, despite this irritation, that she needed to remain calm. Collected. Polite. The doctor’s stressed if she just communicated better with people she would be happier and calmer. She has spoke more and fought less, significantly less in fact thanks to her communicating better.

So when she opened her mouth, imagine her own internal surprise as her face contorted into irritation and she spoke in a agitated tone. Her yellow eyes narrowed, locking onto Zari. It was so sudden one night mistake it as her default expression when her face relaxed. Maybe the stress of being partnered with someone truly relentless was her breaking point to snap at the poor guy. “Just vote already and don’t look at someone else to tell you what to decide to vote. Abstain or choose so we can move forward.”

The moment all her words spilled from her jaws her lips were met with a coffee cup, almost stopping herself from further outbursts. She wasn’t exactly crying internally over some insults, but she felt her pride called into question by her own mind. Was she not strong enough to keep herself under control? That question stung worse than any sense of empathy. Her eyes would look down at her cup, looking out a window away from making eye contact.

coded by: @s e v e n

Interacts: Prizzy Kriyze The Regal Rper

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Maria Mayer - DWMA HQ Library​

As the introductions continued, the other boy with reddish hair spoke up, Arcel was his name, an elemental sorcerer who was seemingly famous or infamous. For what reasons she could not recall but seemed dimly aware of, why was that? She wondered. Either way it seemed his name was altogether something else and all the longer. Troublesome. Though he did seem more grounded than the previous speaker and maybe even herself. He then put on a little bravado, challenging others to a duel of sorts if they wished to see what he was capable of.

Chanterelle was next to bat. Maria has correctly guessed her nature in terms of craft and suspicions of her nature. A witch of the wilds more like than not, which were her thoughts, and which were confirmed. One poisonous to the touch as well it seemed. How troublesome, so very, very troublesome... Though the poison was something that could be worked around, her mold and fungi however were a threat to her own projects. At the mention of lights that were potted, she arched an eyebrow partly being curious and partly assuming it was a fungus. She wasn't sure how she should feel about this, on the one hand it was a gift, on the other it could be something problematic to her workshop. Only time would tell... Though given the stories she had heard from the College of Magi, was it really wise to trust her?

Next up was the white-haired woman, while an oddity, there was something about her manner of bearing that hinted at her being one of the mentor's, the ancient typewriter and the prompting of the delinquent seemed to confirm that. Introducing herself, Maria in truth stopped listening halfway through the introduction. "Inefficient." She says in a hushed tone, such a name was impractical and carried with it either troublesome things that bored her, or people who made things needlessly complex to flaunt social status that they gave themselves or that the lazy and foolish went along with, propping up would be kings. As if a woman in a lake that handed out swords had any business determining governance, never mind worth. Still at least she gave a title and a nickname.

Nicknames however were things to use with friends or as a title of spite. She did not know the woman enough for either, so Edelwiess would do. Her magic sounded mundane to the general masses but being able to manipulate one's surroundings to whatever extent was always useful. Maria wondered if that would count towards her dolls, was she one to try and befriend... Or something to guard against?

Next was Koiya, it seemed she was indeed Japanese, many of the terms she used Maria found herself at a loss to understand. She had to admit minus the origin and a few brief mentions here and there, she was rather clueless to much of them. The masks affecting her power however was of note. She was curious to if these masks held power or were psychological in nature. Just what power did they have if any at all? Were they decoration? Did anything else change? She then continued on with her purpose, her madness. Such was nothing to concern her overly much. She had been forged in a den of madness and while memories were fragmented and scattered, they were still flashes in the dark.

However, the nature of her madness was somewhat concerning, she wished to eat people. Was she some sort of Demon? Weren't there a class of Japanese Demon named Oni? Wasn't that... Oh. Ah yes, the Oni Witch. As she had called herself... All the more reason to try befriending her, if she snaps then Maria may not be the first person she tries to eat.

A sound reasoning.

And then there was the Delinquent. She immediately set about with a fiery rant that sounded more... Sarcastic? That was the term yes? She had heard it from her own master a time or two, or from others in mockery and jest. It seemed there was a connection between her and instructor Rand.. And one that even Maria was not ignorant of. Her mother sounded like more than a few witches she had encountered. No matter how hard a Sorcerer as herself worked, no matter what they obtained, how they fought, how they won or lost, how they took to the pull or eclipsed with dedication and training, they were always and would always been seen as three things. Those meant to be in 2nd place, breeding fodder towards birthing actual witches, and barely a step above the unwashed masses that were the magicless people of the world.

This delinquent seemed to be cut from another cloth and her rebellion may have just been that, a rebellion to defy the choices life and others had forced upon her. Though what was it he had taken? Didn't she want to be separated from all this or was there something more? Her manner of being aside, maybe it was worth trying to tolerate her in some instances to see if there was anything here, either a revolutionary or a would be tyrant refusing the crown for now.. Either way problems to deal with later, she would for now just see how this girl could react. Those with power would use it sooner or later, but for what?

And finally, Rand himself spoke yet again. assuring the concerns of Iris, it did not seem, too many things would be needed to do that just yet, and the mention of Magitech brought her attention back, only to nod her head, hoping that would show her wish for the meeting between that and the other person who would do such.

Listening to the rest she was unsure if anything here would help her creation magic out anymore that it was.. She was a bit torn between Runecraft and Demon Tools. With improved demon tools she could improve, range, reach, control, maybe even defenses. Runecraft could be used to improve the command inlays, though Magitech might be able to help out with that as well. Getting up with her case in hand, she would find suitable books on both and ask Rand his own thoughts.

Hearing her name, being called she stops before getting too far, turning on her heels and bowing her head. "Instructor Rand. I' um... Y-yes. I can do that, just collect me when it is time to go, I have bad problem with remembering dates." Watching as he turns to give his attention to the Wilds Witch, Maria heads back off to look for those books, and then to return for advice.

Interactions: Sir Les Paul Mentions: All.

 

[Merciless Medic]

Raphael Valerias​

March 9th, 2067
Location: DWMA Library, Study Room F
Interactions: Chanterelle ( Meredith ), Ark ( The Regal Rper )
Mentions: Maria ( RedArmyShogun ), Edelweiss, Koiya, Iris ( Prizzy Kriyze ), Rand ( Sir Les Paul )

When Raphael introduced himself, he can basically feel the two mentors' eyes looking through him. It, for a lack of a better term, pissed him off. It was daft to be looking so far into him. Maybe he misread their gazes on him, but he didn't like the way they looked at him. They should have his documentation. They were the only ones who knew about that scuffle he was into. He looked at Rand and scrutinized him for a bit.

What a bloody mug, innit?

It wasn't really fair that Rand was an actual witch, either. In his eyes, Rand was the one who thought he was all that based on what he was - the only male witch - and the entire time Iris seethed between them. He can see it from her, feel the anger broiling from her. He grinned. There must have been some issues here and he wanted to figure out a way to capitalize on that so he can get in good with this salmon head-bad girl. That way, he can make sure he didn't get hit with the wrong end of that Hydra's venom.

He ripped his gaze from Rand, moved to Edelweiss, and gave her the same kind of scrutinizing fixed leer. She must think he's a horrible person. Or worse yet, maybe she thought he wasn't cut out to be here. While her studying gaze was unreadable just as much as Rand's was, the Pull wanted him to lengthen his chain. The madness within, while only swirling in a storm since Ark brushed him off so callously, began to bubble a little. But, his therapist's words spoke clearly within his mind.

"Just because someone looks at you funny doesn't mean you should give them a whipping, Raph, regardless if they are thinking badly about you. You beat anyone within this new F.A.T.E. Program, I will have no choice but to send you to madness isolation."

His anger towards his mentors fell towards himself. His Madness hated that, rebelled against it. He mentally couldn't take it, and he mentally cursed himself for not being strong enough, so he instead put his anger towards his therapist. He can't be a hero he dreamed about being if he was like this, volatile and dangerously self-destructive despite thinking he's just destroying those around him. But he'll try. Hell, he will try.

He took a deep breath, releasing it in a nice even breath out through his nose. He can do this.

I can do this. It's okay. You got this, Raphael.

Psyching himself up, he realized he nearly missed an entire introduction. Maria had already went, yet he could piece together that the book she held seemed to be a grimoire and that made her a sorcerer instead of a witch like his earlier assumption. People were looking at her funny, as if she said something weirdly inhuman. He heard the tail end of her introduction, something about seeing value in life that's beyond the things she creates.

Huh, interesting. She seemed to be the serial creators, unable to stop and unable to see beyond the things they've made to take any importance in anything else. She forced herself into a bubble. It was something his therapist checked for when he came in on their first meeting, but there wasn't really much he wanted to create. He didn't have his father's visual gift, he just wanted to destroy things. In fact, that's all he felt like he was good at, but his madness growled at him. No, he was good at a lot of things! He'll show everyone here! He wasn't just a monster who wrecked lovely things, hurt people, and destroyed their lives.

No, he was better than that.

"You can become better than that."

The last bit of her introduction, Raphael did not miss. She wished to not leave others hurt, and it was evident that she did, in fact, hurt those in her past. Whether that had to be from the Pull and she was just like that before or it's the reason why she sounded like a basement hermit, he didn't know. But he'd like to. Maybe he can understand creation through her, if she wasn't so... Well, odd, he'd be more comfortable with asking.

Next was Ark. He watched the man who was-.... No, he couldn't be an inch taller than him! He swore he was the tallest here! Maybe his eye was deceiving him, he'll have to ask later. They were so close in height that it was difficult to tell, but the longer he looked at him, the more his brain blurred the line between Ark being an inch taller and matching heights. He squinted, only to release it. It wasn't lost on him that Ark had furrowed his brow at him when he spoke of his Madness. He wondered what he thought of it. Maybe he was concerned. He seemed the type, given he had a questioning look about his eye earlier and he seemed almost upset by it. But he couldn't help but think he was judging him for being Madness riddled. They had the Pull to deal with anyhow, everyone in the room was a dormant dynamite waiting to be lit up once they fell into the Pull's vices and whispers.

As Arcel explained himself, Raphael watched him with the same scrutiny he gave the others. He didn't want anyone to know his full name, so Arcel was good. But he did remember his last name was Duulwin. Duulwin...

Now that he thought about it, that name sounded familiar. His father constantly talked about his rivalry with a Duulwin, who lived in the Witch Realm. At least, that's what Raphael assumed. Apparently, the Duulwin had a son who was a sorcerer. Raphael stared at Ark. Was it him?

Still, the whole earth and fire elemental abilities were cool. He noticed the gem set in his forehead and wondered if that was a Demon Tool, as well. Though, the gauntlets were something that immediately caught Raphael's attention. If he didn't look like a kid ogling at some candy on the back wall of a candy shop...

He watched the orange runes glow with fascination. His magical abilities thereafter sounded far more interesting now that he saw the gauntlets glow. Then he issued a challenge, a sort of challenge to catch anyone who would dare call him out for not being as good as he actually said he was.

Hm, maybe he wasn't so bad after all. He didn't know if that was a bit of an arrogant streak he saw or if he was just tired of people casting doubt on his abilities, but he felt himself grinning. The fact he was that good at magic though was amazing. Better not fuck with him. But then when he explained why he was in the program... His face fell. PTSD. The Pull.

Raphael rarely ever felt sympathy for many people, but while he saw basically a snapshot of what really went down in Africa, he can understand why. Most who go to other lands and deal with issues that end up becoming a warzone tend to come back with PTSD. But the fact that Ark had to be told this as he didn't think he had an issue...

That was insane. He doesn't believe them much either, or at least he doesn't even remember... Well, from what it sounded like.

He watched him grab a bento box and sat down. Raphael took his own box that held the hanami dango, grabbed another lunch of bento and sat beside Arcel with a plop, crossing his legs as he rested to listen to the other introductions, his seat further away from the front of the class.

Next was Chanterelle, who curtsied a bit awkwardly due to her clothes. He can feel himself smiling as he realized he was possibly the only one here who knew of her actual origins aside from the mentors probably. She did well, despite her apparent nervousness. After some awkward silence, she mentioned she had the glowing mushroom pots. He felt proud, despite how awkward or out of place she felt. He beamed at her, his eyes closing slightly with a huge, toothy grin, giving her a very soft clap of hands that barely held any sound. He cheered her on, not because he felt like she needed it, but to cement that he would support her and he was doing so now. Well, okay, maybe she did need it, but he wasn't aware of that.

Next was.... The other mentor? Interesting. Apparently, she had pulled out her typewriter, having documented everything everyone said. He must have missed it during his introduction and seething rage he felt towards them. Though, her long-ass name was something to gawk at. She had nine middle names? No, eight middle names and two last names. Weird.

Though, her moniker didn't ring any bells. He went to the Guild of Magic that was in this realm, so he honestly had no idea. But, she wanted it shortened to Edie, so that's what he'll call her by, or Edelweiss if he's feeling cheeky and formal that day. Though, he raised his eyebrow at the dubious introduction. The Witch with a Thousand Spells sounded far more interesting than the Witch with One Spell, Cast a Thousand Times. Hell, if he really wanted to compute how many times he's even grown his chain, he'd be at around five hundred by now. Maybe more. Her title was pretty stupid.

She a mug, too...

Then she showed off by sending the table around the room. Better not mess with that. Though, her Imbuing ability sounded similar to his Chain Telekinesis. Yet, she had far more control over it. Maybe she could teach him how to control his chains via telekinesis better.

Then, it was Koiya, the sweet girl who brought lunches. She was an Oni Witch. He raised an eyebrow, choosing to ignore the fumble she had with her chair, noting that she spoke Japanese. Then she went on a long explanation of her magic and transformed for everyone to see. She had cute horns, her eyes were unique, and her teeth were... Deadly looking, but she wasn't that bad. She still had the nervousness and...

He heard that right, right? Her sister was her Madness? Or was that what she called it?

He constantly thought of his Madness as a searing white lion with dark eyes, constantly wanting him to step on those beneath him to get a jump somewhere. Though, he understood her poetry about her Madness. He nodded in agreement, seeing it as something similar, as well. While he didn't think it was an inevitable arms race that he'd always get caught, it was more like an arms race to make sure he had enough control of himself to get him out of the environment and calm down.

Then she said she ate flesh. Honestly, not as bad as calling her Madness sister, but to each their own he supposed. He did beat people for looking at him funny, drank too much alcohol, and did a few kinds of drugs a few years ago, so he didn't have much to judge on. Then she sat down and ended her introduction.

Raphael looked to Iris, who seemed to still be standing there seething. A spectacle then happened, making Raphael's neutral thin line widen to a wide grin. His eyes flashed with the prospect of there being a fight. Her anger just spurred him on. Maybe she was a bad influence, but damn it that cigarette smoke coming off her was making him really crave for a smoke. She stamped the ground, and Raphael had to hold his hand over his mouth and bite his lip to keep himself from snickering.

Very quietly, he whispered beside Ark. "She's really throwin' a wobbly? Man, she be takin' a piss, innit?" Two British slang phrases he doubt anyone would have known aside from the only British man here, right next to him. He didn't really direct the question to him, but it was still hilarious to him all the same that he had to share in his schadenfreude. He didn't mean to laugh, but he couldn't help himself. It was thrilling. He can feel the tension in the air and he reveled in it. Iris ba Sitheris... Interesting name, he can dig it. There seemed to be some kind of a familial spat, and he hoped the kerfuffle didn't progress to a brawl. As much as he'd love to see it, he'd rather not be bothered with soundwaves in close quarters in a smallish room. Apparently, she was paranoid people were watching her, making sure she didn't fuck up when she was fine. Maybe it held some truth.

Rand sighed after Iris seemed to think that, because Rand was related to her as a distant cousin, that he wanted to see her mental demise. Huh, he can feel for this girl. He raised an eyebrow at Rand's explanation, now wondering if he's just saying that to calm down the situation while still hiding the fact that he was indeed watching her. Hm, but it also didn't seem like it. He seemed bored, almost tired even.

Then, Rand outlined Magitech, brushing her off yet again after his tired explanation. To Raphael, saying he had no part in whatever family feud was going on probably wasn't enough to quell any rage, but he hoped for the sake of those around Iris calmed down. Either way, Raphael had a mild interest in Magitech, but he didn't really much care for it. He preferred to handle the magic he had now before fiddling with any technology. The fact that Rand will be giving overviews of each magic type was interesting. He needed to get better at his Rune Magic and try out Magic Circles. He'll also be addressing Madness and the Pull one-by-one. Interesting. He will have to be on his best behavior.

Once everything was said and done, Raphael shrugged and went to open his hanami dango. There were cute little rice dough balls filled with something sweet. Green. White. Pink. It was adorable. He grinned in adoration, lifting one up between a thumb and index finger before eating half of it. After pulling away, he saw the sweet cream ooze out of the treat's shell and he grinned even wider. The white one he picked up tasted kind of like vanilla. He threw the rest in his mouth, humming in content before turning to Ark.

"By the way, Arcel Duulwin." He teased, a smirk on his face. "Before you leave, I wanna ask you a question." His smirk faltered and he regarded him with a tilt of his head. "Your father is the Duulwin, yeah? I think our fathers know each other in some kind of rivalry. My father wouldn't shut up about him some days. But if you're the son he talked about catching glimpses of sometimes, then fancy meeting you here." He grinned wide again. "Hopefully, my father talked about me, too."

Raphael wanted to at least set aside any grievances he himself may have of this potential ally and friend. He was strong, and that was intimidating, despite him not wanting to admit that. Plus, he wanted to at least start something good so when he blew up on him later (as he felt was bound to happen), they can just cast it aside without worrying about it. Honestly, the only person who he could do that with was a waitress and clerk of a café, but he wasn't so sure if anybody else could do that.