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PASSAGE OF TIME
3 weeks have passed since the start of the school year.​

SUNDIAL
After-classes, late afternoon.​

CURRENT EVENTS
Clubs are having their first meeting in their respective clubrooms. Nikias is currently surveying the new recruits, asking them for ideas for the tribute.​

UPCOMING EVENTS
The Day of Requiem is in a month.​

 
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There’s a legend often told of the founders of the Paideia. Of how, when they had first ascended the World tree mere decades ago, they wept for weeks without end, their tears spilling forth into the Dakrya River and nourishing it anew. And how could they not? When, within that very cradle, nestled amongst the clouds, was the paradise they thought to have lost to the sands?

Up there, the sun was no longer so severe a tyrant. Its glares—so fatal as to strike a man dead—passed through scarlet leaves, distilled till it was naught but a muted warmth. The winds wrecked no havoc, speaking, not in the harsh tongues it once did, but in soft whispers, promising a gentle breeze with each passage through the vermillion groves.

It was paradise, preserved. A reminder that they hadn’t lost it all. That there was still hope to be found in this wretched wasteland, so long as one perseveres. It was this very principle that led those founders to mandate the trek on all its new students.

You are counted amongst them.

The myth, in question, caught the ire of the Church, accusing the Paideia of heresy for daring to claim credit for the Dakrya River. So they say, but you soon realise there’s some truth to it.

After hours—days, for some—of trudging through the near-infinite steps that winded around the World Tree, how could anyone not weep at the zenith?

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Your respite was short-lived.

There was no rest for the weary. You had but a mere few moments before a group accosted you and carted you off to a hypaethral you’d assumed was the admissions centre. There, you signed a whirlwind of papers—non-disclosures, waivers; everything required a form. Miss a single one and you’d be on your way down the winding path once more.

The days preceding that were no less busy. If you weren’t filling up forms, you were dealing with doctors and interviewers who probed and prodded at every inch of your life. You noticed that some, after their appointments, returned to the dorms in tears and started packing their clothes. The questions were innocuous, asking of your family situation, your goals, your motivations; the usual sort. And yet, some didn’t make the cut.

Why? You don’t know. Neither did they.

Each day, another interview. And with each interview, another student, forced to descend the World Tree. This went on for a week before it was done. By the end, the finalists numbered at a hundred, more or less.

And, you, through some arbitrary criteria, survived the culling.

Those that passed received their schedules, school insignias, and uniforms (a sash with the Paideia’s distinctive symbol—a tree growing atop an eye—and your name emblazoned right beneath it.) All irrefutable proof of your new status.

You felt right, wearing that sash above your clothes. You’re unsure why, but it did. Like it always belonged there.

Now that the eliminations had been over, you had a true moment of respite. A full week, in fact.

Your classes during your first official week were short—barely an hour—dedicated only to introducing students to their professors and their new syllabus. Par for the course.

What wasn’t, however, was what followed class hours.

The moment the sun sank into the horizon, the Paideia grounds transformed into that of a wonderland.

Spheres of light, shining and distinctive in shade, skipped between students old and new, almost as if the stars themselves descended from on high. Stalls lined the pebbled paths, each club showcasing their talents and with their own unique fare.

Particularly unique amongst them, however, was the archaeology club, who seemed (?) to be performing a quiz show and a comedy skit in rotations. (A rather ambitious task, given that their booth had only two members manning the stall at nearly all hours of the week-long welcome ceremony.)

A man with a chilly gaze (and an even chillier reception to the contestants) facilitated the first spectacle, the quiz show. Many came away from it with one of two things: either a great sense of shame, or a great sense of ire at the haughty upperclassman who mocked their every mistake.

The second spectacle seemed to be a satirical retelling of the Church’s inception, with the same man from before making hilarious (if bordering heretical) interjections at every turn. His other half, the dark-haired one, was just as great, huffing and yelling till he was red in the face. So convincing was his performance, in fact, that you might have thought their contention to be true!

Their shows stayed in your mind. Stayed long enough that you, either for your own personal reasons, or because of their ridiculous showing, jotted down the words, “Archaeology Club” and submitted what would, hopefully, be your last form.

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There was no turning back now. You had signed off your name.

It wasn’t long before you received a notice, slid under your door, about the details of your first meeting and a note that said: “What would you sacrifice for the Requiem?”

With all the chaos that preceded your first club meeting, it wouldn’t be unpardonable nor unthinkable for one to forget about the Day of the Requiem.

Occurring right before the scorching months of the year, the Day of the Requiem was a day of dualities, where fate was most fickle, for it was on that day when God laid upon the Northern edges of the continent and fell to rest.

Repentance is the focus for the first twelve hours; everyone is to pray and present their tribute in the direction of Theos’ Rest.

Tradition stated that if everyone was sincere in both their orisons and their offerings, the heavens would open up and Their tears would flow into the earth, nourishing its people till the day it would arrive once more.

Remembrance and remunerations would come after, for even God, in their slumbering state, remembered Their people, even if only for a fleeting moment, and gave them the river and tree that sustained Theosmati for so long.

A celebration worth preparing for, certainly; still, you couldn’t help but wonder: wasn’t there still a month left till the Day itself?

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It took some time getting to the meeting place.

The school’s layout was confusing then, with paths that wound through nonsensical directions, sometimes leading to dead ends itself. You didn’t think it’d get much worse until you set foot in the library.

The library was one of the few close-space areas in the Paideia, said to be created through the collaboration between Nymphs and alumni. It certainly shows, because navigating the libraries without a Grace was almost akin to navigating the Abyss. Not entirely impossible, but more than likely a one-way.

The halls shifted in ways so incongruent to logic that, at some point, you’re quite certain you were walking on the ceiling in one of its halls.

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"—And you’d best still be there, or by the Nymphs, I will drown you in the Abyss," said Nikias, rushing through the doors for respite before Cyril could even retort. He wasn’t in the mood for any more of them, not after that absolute farce of a performance.

Nikias had spent weeks practising for that play, memorising every single word, every inflection, till he was practically the great poet herself. And yet… All of it, all his efforts! Thwarted, for no reason other than Cyril’s disinclination to silence.

How someone looked at their absolute mockery of a play and thought it to be a worthwhile endeavour was beyond him. That ten had signed on was a downright miracle.

Or so he once thought.

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3:05. Late.

Every single one of them.

He had been checking the sun’s journey for a while now, counting the seconds as it slowly sunk its way down the orange skies. There was naught but the rising shadows cast by the forest outside to accompany him.

Everyone was supposed to be here by three on-the-dot. Did they decide to ditch?

...No, it couldn’t be. Not at all like Alfen or Sarah to pull something like this. Lavi, maybe—that lazy bastard—but not those two.

And then it hit him.

They’ve yet to be Graced.

Nikias, concern creasing his features, jumped to his feet and stormed through the halls, searching for anyone, anything.

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Bless the Nymphs that he made it in time. Most of the students wandered innocuously through the halls, unharmed, if confused. Any slower and… He shuddered at the thought.

No use in entertaining the past. He simply had to be better.

It took some time, but he had rounded everyone up, settled them down into their club’s room: a sparsely decorated area, empty pedestals and shelves all around. Once, dust outlined the spaces where the artefacts once stood. Now, it looked fairly clean, the dust and debris shunted off to a corner.

At least he had the decency to do that. Nikias turned to Cyril, still frowning, brows still furrowed. But it won’t be enough to forgive. He turned his eyes away, focusing, instead, on his new club mates. Perhaps one of them will be more reliable than that eel.

"All-seeing light bless you, it’s good that you’re all here, complications aside."

"You can call me Spyridon, and that," said Nikias, jutting his thumb out at the silver-haired man, "is Rolfesta." He spat out, poison dripping at every syllable.

Nikias quickly moved on. "As you all well know, I sent you all each a note with one question in mind: what would we sacrifice for the Requiem?"

"Each year, we all come together in memory of our God. And for that, we must bring tributes worthy of Their eye.” Turning to the board, he began to inscribe, reciting them as he did.

"Something old. Something new. Something warm. Something true."

"We already have something old. Now, I leave the floor open to you all. What shall we bring as tribute for the rest?”





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  • It was interesting to have the outsider’s perspective during the culling to say the least. A young man, silver hair adoring the top of his head carried on with his studies. That’s not to say that he wasn’t slightly curious as to how the admission process for the first years were going. Throughout that time, he would occasionally find himself a witness to crestfallen once-possible juniors, whose hopes, and dreams of attending a prestigious academy had recently been shattered. To those who were already in, in hushed tones, whispered about their own experiences; shuddering of what might’ve been had they not been accepted themselves. To him, he was sure of his admittance, there was no other option.

    Eventually, the brutal entrance came to a blinding stop, it was finally finished, not that it mattered much to him—but their prize? A week of relief for the new blood, but the same could not be said for him and his seniors, because he knew what was coming afterwards, and it was work. In truth, he was content of how things were going in the Archaeology Club, he never once felt lonely. How could he ever be? Especially with having grown to Nikias’s taunting and snidey personality, they got along as water does with oil.

    “One hundred, give or take…” he muttered to himself, when he heard from the get-go of this year’s batch. “I wonder just how many of them will take interest. Better not be a bunch of impudent children.”

    And so, night fell. Glamor coated the usually solemn areas of the Paideia. There was a feeling of mild reluctance to give it his all knowing he had to cooperate with the only other current member of the club, although he knew it had to be done. For his part, he contributed. Playing the role of a harsh quizmaster, as well as a role in a play, featuring the founding of the Church—or cult as he liked to call them, but to avoid any strong reactions he left it out for the time being—his superb acting stemmed from his real disdain of them. Likewise, knowing Nikias, he could feel the bespectacled man’s strong advocation for the very same group he despised.

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    At the end of the day, he too was given a note, a familiar one. Sighing, he picked it up, and shortly crumpled it, tossing it towards a nearby wastebasket. It was a sacred day indeed, but how could he muster up any respect for such people, at the very least, maybe he could offer his genuine sorrow. Although, such mourning would be meant for his lost brother, it would be his way of never forgetting what the Church did to them.

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    Cyril, you have a long day ahead of you. Chin up. Posture straight. Don’t take any unnecessary flak from the new blood or Nikias for that matter.

    Sapphire blue orbs darted across the room, surveying what needed to be done before the new members arrived. Granted, he wasn’t so much in a hurry especially since he had yet to ascertain their attitudes and commitment to the club, who knows, perhaps all his preparation would’ve been for naught.

    The silver-haired man remembered his first day too, just the fleeting remnants of the memory made him even more weary. Time to get to work. Chairs arranged, dust swept off, and removing any sort of clutter within their meeting area.

    Once he heard conversation, he quickened his pace and finished. Patting away any wrinkles on his uniform, he took a seat, putting his legs up on the table. His gaze, piercing through each and every person coming inside the room.

    A curt introduction by Nikias at the mention of his name, he simply raised his hand up, unbothered by the spiteful quip. To think, even after the play, his colleague was still a bit bitter with how their performance went. No, he retracted, this was in fact what a normal day between the two of them was like.

    Thus began the discussion of the Day of the Requiem, Nikias dominated the conversation, Cyril rolled his eyes throughout before promptly interrupting, voice dour as he did so, “Are you done with your spiel? Must we be so strict when it comes to our offerings? Instead of wasting time dwelling on what would be a sufficient item. Simply expressing gratitude is enough,” he paused as he thought about saying the next part, “Spyridon, do recall… that human tears are powerful by themselves if I remember correctly from the Founders’ Legend.”

    Uttering those last words, a sly grin crept up on his face, Cyril knew full well that Nikias wouldn't let such a statement like that slide—most likely to the dark-haired male’s chagrin—by being so bold to bring it up in front of their juniors.



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It wasn't surprising to be accepted into Paideia, certainly not. It was almost guaranteed for him, non the less he was grateful for the opportunity. Flourishing peace and prosperity in the land if the scholars had any truth. Of course, the church felt them as heresy in some ways. Alfen didn't much care about what they thought in reality, more for the gods than the institution. All that mattered was he and those he cherished would live well and he considered this one good way to ensure they do so.

Tedious paperwork piled and piled onto his fellows, but he was prepared for this, always had been. Already swamped with paperwork back home- Water bill this and Taxes that, well it was safe to say he was already wise in the way of not having the right forms. He was smart enough to excel in this area. This school was an opportunity, he wouldn't let out of his grasp he would hold tight just as he had to his childhood friends.

His childhood and current friend Niki was... How do you say it- Rough around the edges, though that didn't make Alfen love him less. He was spitfire, competitive and Alf would be lying if he didn't edge on the man for fun. He'd never admit that, of course. Alfen would admit he had a less-than-perfect record regarding the jokes he played on others, though he could tell they just saw him as dense.

Similarly, his other compatriots, Alouette and Kai would be there as well. Although they would not know who he was, thanks to the disguise he often played when going out into the public. He very much disliked being accosted for his heritage, despite how he cherished his community and subjects.

The tying of a sash around his waist was cathartic, a sign that all his hard work up till that point had some smidge of meaning and wasn't some arbitrary effort that his parents had pushed him into. No matter how Alfen had told himself that all would be worth it in the end, and it would be, he wouldn't deny the moments where he felt as though all would be naught and fruitless, with the bright leaves of the trees above, he knew. Fruit would be bared.

When the beauty of Paideia at night came about and the light of day faded, so did Alfen's worries. Watching the stalls, the chatting people, the wonders of living, he felt a sense of calm. Before going out, he had of course put on his feminine personage, slipping on a thin gold chain pendant with a glimmering deep purple gem that reflected teal in the light, sharply cut into a four-pointed star with gold wire wrapped around it to secure it.

Of course, the pendant itself wasn't important, frankly, it was a useful item, it made him look less like a man, his Adam's apple thinned out and his shoulders looked slightly less broad, it wasn't drastic but for the already feminine Alfen, he ended up being a quite convincing girl. Mischievous looking and looking like a flirt? Yes, but a girl in all but truth.

Putting on silks and sashes, including his student one despite it having his name on it, he enjoyed wearing the loose-fitting clothes of a dancer when out as Acheri, thanks to Kai's influence that is. Gold chains, dangles, and other such intricacies were placed, he did want to be a pretty girl even if he was a man in reality. The final touch was placing a long wig of black hair onto his head, purple strands running along its underneath. He couldn't do much to change his distinctive eyes so he just covered the one that looked like his parents most instead.

Doing this to just watch people perform and do arbitrary things for clubs would sound like a waste to others, considering how they would treat him going out as himself though, well he wouldn't want to be accosted or harassed by others trying to get him to join. He already knew he was going to the archeology club. He had no reason to not join. He had heard from word of mouth, and his many sources that many of his friends would likely be joining, and one was already there. Alfen had no reason not to.

Signing off a name wasn't hard, figuring out something for the requiem was. Though that was because of the effort he had put into each sacrifice, each moment of remembrance. He was a follower of their great god, no matter his thoughts on some of the leaders.

When the moment came to get ready, hours earlier than he was needed to, he put as much effort into his appearance as he could muster, first impressions were important after all. Now, that didn't mean he would put on his fanciest clothes, on the contrary, being seen as stuck up would be a hindrance in his plans, it was more important to find a community than followers in his life. Followers would abandon him, and friends would protect him.

A frown marred his face when he couldn't find where he was supposed to be, after a long while of searching Alfen let his expectations go. Instead staying in one place to be found, relaxing idly. To be fair, Alfen was right that someone would come, Niki coming to round them up, a look of annoyance that Alf understood as a strange sort of relief, letting out a light chuckle. A soft smile on his sweet face, a good presentation for the others around him.

Soft footsteps rang against the hall, a surprisingly large tribune in his arms as he walked forward. Ignoring the words of the sharp elder. He turned the box around.

"This is what I've brought for my tribute." His voice was honey smooth and soft, like a flowing creek.

The box had stained glass roses surrounding its centerpiece, a doll. Soft, dark purple hair, dressed in colorful drapes of fabric, red, blue, despite the many colors, it was pleasing to the eyes, every piece was painstakingly stitched with gold thread, the fur on the inside of its dress brushed out and curled. Her cheeks were painted pink and the makeup was perfectly done. Its eyes were soft for a doll, not one of those wide-eyed dolls that terrify children, its hands had satin gloves, and its feet had little boots and socks. In all aspects, even those who disliked dolls could see the beauty.

"The doll, Aishi, as I've come to call her. It means God's Gift," Alfen looked at the doll with as much proudness as a proud father who had just watched their child walk their first steps, "She is something new. I have spent many months working on this doll, struggling, failing, and eventually overcoming." He turned his eyes to the others, a bright but polite smile on his face. "I have put my soul and lifeblood into this doll, and I believe she is worthy of being a tribute."

Alf bowed slightly, "That's all, thank you all for your time." Taking his spot with the group he gazed at all the people around him waiting for the next presenter, all while catching the eyes of his many friends with a small grin.





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Kai already knew that the process to get into this prestigious college would be difficult...but this was a lot more difficult than he was imagining. First was the never-ending staircase that basically ascended into the heavens itself. Had he not been as fit as he already was, he probably would have quit halfway through the trip. And even after all that the day would be long from over. Rushed right into the admissions office, he was sat down and handed a whole novel of papers to sign and maybe try and skim over if he had the mental stamina to even comprehend what the documents were telling him. The sheer amount of papers he was given was not a one-day task. It'd take several hours at best to get through everything, and he sure as hell wasn't about to try and attempt this in one sitting. How could he? Every time he tried to take a break from the papers he either had a doctor's appointment to go to or was stopped by people with cameras on the streets.

Despite Kai being absolutely drained from the events over the past few days, he stayed very diligent. Slowly but surely finishing up those papers, attended all his appointments, along with responding to each and every interviewer that stopped him in a very calm manner. Sharing just enough infomation to answer the questions without giving too much of his personal life away. And if they tried to pry for more, they were met with a simple smile that showed that he wasn't going to budge at all. Despite the calm responses, Kai had smashed each and every camera that was shoved in his face...in his head at least. But he almost got close to doing it a few times. These interviewers were really persistent, he'll give them that...he's not surprised how many people ended up leaving in tears. The pressure was intense as it was here. But the end of the week was finally approaching.

He finished up and submitted all those cursed papers. The doctors had stopped calling him in for appointments and the interviews were becoming less and less till they were, more or less, gone. He could finally rest for a day and try to actually organize his dorm room. It was a bit too messy for his liking. When that was all set up he was able to clean up and get ready for bed to start attending classes tomorrow. He had his sash and planned outfit all hung up for tomorrow and his folder set up with his schedule and other important papers he'd need. Classes were finally starting and they were somehow more manageable than the previous week. Classes were short and served as more of an overview of the class. Rather than an actual class. But he knew that they probably wouldn't stay like this forever. But he'd worry about that later. He wanted to enjoy the club festival that was coming up!

He attended with his close friend, Alouette, the two wandered the event grounds together before eventually stopping at a specific club. The archaeology club of all things. He didn't think Alouette would be interested in this sort of club, but to his surprise, she was the one who was urging him to join the club with her. Apparently, the quiz and play were enough to draw her in. And despite the white-haired guy's snideness when it came to incorrect answers, it was an entertaining little show. He wouldn't mind joining this club...it seemed like those two were the only ones in the club too. And now he felt bad. The club is going to at least have four members now!

Days pass by and it's now time for the first meeting. He had thought about some things for both something new and something warm. Maybe something new that was warm! He was thinking of a newly woven quilt! Creating a brand new quilt in existence that can also keep you warm! Everyone in the club could even have a dedicated patch just for them. If they couldn't stitch then Kai would happily do it for them. They'd just have to come up with their own design. It could be a fun bonding activity! Though, they might want separate things for each category...he had no idea what he could do for true. How does something get defined as true...? Hopefully, there would be someone else to come up with that. Because this has had him stumped for a while. He didn't want to think about it anymore.

Let's just leave before I lose my mind...

He gave a small sigh and grabbed his things before heading out. He's supposed to meet Alouette outside the dorm building so they could head there. He didn't wanna keep them waiting after all! And he felt there was a very high chance of them getting lost due to Lulu being...well herself. She probably wouldn't let them ask for a guide. As they entered the library Kai couldn't help but feel a bit...nervous. This place didn't seem normal. "Are you sure we shouldn't ask for help...?" He asked but after another rejection of the idea, he accepted his fate and followed the girl into the labyrinth. And just like he expected...they had no idea where they were going.

"What's happening...?" How can a library be so large!? Hallways go forever and trying to go back the way one came was nearly impossible. Like the room was shifting around them as they walked! He would have thought they would have been stranded there forever had not their angry senior come and saved them. Along with everyone else in the club it seems. What a nightmare.

Kai was happy to finally make it to the club room. Looking around at all the new faces. It seemed there really were only two members before...and now there was a whole group of them! That was exciting.

His gaze drifted over to a pink-haired guy when he spoke. Someone...he's felt like he's seen before. Well. He's seen a lot of people over the years. Maybe they were a customer that he can't quite remember! If they really have met before, surely they would come up to him later. For now, they had to talk about their offerings! He really likes the cute doll idea! It was kind of similar to his actually! Not really, but he thought they kinda were.

He looked around at everyone... wondering if someone else was going to speak before speaking himself. "Umm.." He started while pulling out his sketchpad. Holding it up to show his fellow club members. The page was filled with sketches and ideas for a quilt! "I was thinking...that everyone designing a patch for a quilt would be fun. It'll be something brand new made by us just for the gods. And it can keep them warm. Oh...and even if everyone cannot sew or stitch, as long as a design gets made I can make the pieces required." Kai spoke with a small hum. Despite his efforts to speak loudly, he was still very soft-spoken. Depending on if they choose a specific theme for the quilt, it could even be something that's true! But Kai still didn't fully understand the concept of something true.

After finishing his peace he stepped back a bit. Allowing the floor for other members and their ideas. Wanting to hear what others had come up with.
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On his journey up to the school, Minato's biggest challenge wasn't necessarily physical. To him, walking up the stairs was pretty basic and as infinite as they seemed, he kept going. His challenge was moreso his own thoughts. The entire way up, he found himself lost in many different kinds of thoughts. Initially, it was him thinking about how his father had wanted him to come here (or at least try) back when he was alive. He could remember his words, telling him that one day he would have the strength and will to make the travel. It soon turned into more toxic thoughts, as he thought to himself. Do I have the will to be here? Will this school even be for me? What if, after all this, it turns out I'm just the mediocre peasant that I was supposed to be? Though these thoughts would soon be interrupted upon seeing the view near the top. He was still below the clouds, but the view from up there was like fantasy. It was an archer's dream, really. He could see so much of the land, it was almost tempting for him to shoot a random arrow into the sky and try to land it on a random target far below. Though, he knew it was unrealistic, as the wind would probably make it stray way too far, not to mention the risk of killing some random person with a heavenly arrow. Still, he persevered until eventually making it to the academy. There was where he experience the true challenged. Upon being accepted, he was immediately dropped a stack of papers of biblical proportions, much to his silent despair. Though, he was not the kind to leave things for last second, or have them scratching at the back of his mind. Retreating to his room, he forced himself to get into the zone. So in one thorough sitting, he did all the paperwork. Admittingly, he was HARD skimming the pages by the time he was three quarters the way through. Still, a job done is a job done.

Then came the day of the club festival. Minato found himself wandering the stands, briefly stopping at an occasional club. He had decided not to join anything remotely athletic and figured it'd be better if he didn't unnecessarily reveal his archery skill, so if anything he was looking for something that would be either:
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Luckily for him, the archeology club seemed almost perfect for just that. What if he was with a group that uncovered a magical blood mask? As improbable as it was, his curiosity was already peaked, and he found himself signing up. Sitting in his room, he soon got a piece of paper through the door. A sacrifice for the requiem? In other words, what could he possibly give to a god? He sat, thinking about it before the answer came to him, as he stared at his pile of belongings.

The labrynth that is the library was throwing Minato for a loop. He would walk, and keep walking...

and keep walking....

and find himself back to where he was earlier. He had even tried memorizing the titles of books along his path to no avail. Minato had had it. How was it possible for a library of this magnitude to be real? He contemplated climbing the bookshelves to get a higher view. Thankfully, before making up his mind, a random individual had found him. Revealing himself as one of the original members, Minato follows him to the club room, where it slowly begins to get packed. Immediately, he sees a familiar long haired girl, with an even more familiar white outfit. He almost pauses mid walk, the life leaving his eyes for a brief second with a cold glare before getting a hold of himself. Why her of all people? The idea of sharing a room, much less a club with her gave him a headache. How long would it take before it got to throwing lowkey threats at eachother? Still, he feigns ignorance, taking a seat wherever he can on the opposite side of the room. Almost at the same time, another person speaks up. Only turning to look at the paper they were holding up, riddled with sketches. He refrained from saying anything until someone else talked, too busy caught up in his own head.
 



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Selesia.Yupitilia.full.2717509.pngSarah had a lot of thoughts about Paideia, thoughts that was better kept to herself. There just a lot things that quite didn't make sense and seemed questionable when it came to well the journey there and just getting accepted in general. The fact they could just kick you out after that long ass journey just cause you didn't like the answer to your questions seemed harsh plus why bother making people go through that terrible journey just to kick them out seemed bit unfair. But honestly none of that really mattered she made it in and she was honestly proud herself. So was her father and luckily her sister made it as well. That didn't really surprise Sarah she knew Ishild would make it she never really questioned that. Sarah thoughts came to a halt when she realized something. "I...where the heck am I??" Sarah had been making her way to the library to get to this archeology club. She really wasn't into the idea at first but she saw Nikias was in it she felt better about it. Though it looked like she was going to be late which irritated her. She was always on time to things and usually had a good sense of direction but some how she ended up lost in the library and..."Hold up..am I on the ceiling?....." She breathed in and out trying to control the anger and irritation rising in her. "Ok don't lose your cool just yet you will make it out of this." She said to herself. And she did but not on her own Nikias ended up having to collect everyone. Well at least she wasn't the only one.

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Once Nikias collected everyone he lead them all to the meeting place. Once arrived Sarah sat down and scanned the room and she recognized quite a few people. Sarah wasn't expecting see this many people she knew in the club. Her eyes went to Nikas as he started speaking.

"All-seeing light bless you, it’s good that you’re all here, complications aside. You can call me Spyridon, and that, is Rolfesta. As you all well know, I sent you all each a note with one question in mind: what would we sacrifice for the Requiem? Each year, we all come together in memory of our God. And for that, we must bring tributes worthy of Their eye. Something old. Something new. Something warm. Something true. We already have something old. Now, I leave the floor open to you all. What shall we bring as tribute for the rest?”

Right normally she never had to worry about that she would just be giving things to bring as tribute. So she did have to think hard. Honestly she didn't know what bring what did she have that she considered old, warm, true or new? In the end she decided bring something new. Some admirer of her's recently gave her some ring or whatever. Wasn't even from guy but a girl it always surprised her just how many girls crushed on her. Sarah looked over at Cyril when she heard him make a comment about human tears being powerful by themselves. Sarah came very close to letting out snicker but she held it in. Damnit she could already tell he was going to be problem. Was he the type to get in trouble? She thought to herself. Best stay clear of him. Alfen was the first in showing his tribute and it was something new. Something he made actually it was doll a beautiful one at that and he made it. No way in hell she would give that away as tribute but the fact he was wasn't surprising. She smiled and said. "Well that certainly beats what I brought for Something New. So guess you can skip me." A boy with dark purple hair spoke up next about his idea and it was cute. She wasn't against it. Was it suppose to represent Something True?.....did that work? Irona called for everyone's attention and Sarah was actually quite curious to see what Irona had brought and well after hearing her idea Sarah smiled. "Hey I liked that. Ok so we have something old, something new and something........" She looked at the guy with the purple hair thinking. "warm? And," She looked at Irona something true!" She suddenly felt a little excited about it all. It was creative and she liked that. Her face fell only for a second why couldn't she come up with ideas like they did? Why did she have such hard time with this? She looked at Nikas smiling. "So what do you think? Checks off all out boxes?"
 












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Getting up the stairs was the easiest part of the whole ordeal.

Alouette wasn't scared. Nervous, maybe, perhaps a little bit worried, but she was far from scared. It wasn't like she still saw the paperwork whenever she closed her eyes, or felt the eyes of her interviewer boring into her whenever she thought she was alone. It was just an eventful couple of days, and she had come out on top, just like she always did and will continue to do. It was all nothing she couldn't handle! It wasn't like paper and words were anything to be really afraid of. Neither of them were capable of killing, after all.

The club festival was a welcome distraction from everything else. In the midst of all of those students and Kai standing next to her, a thought had crossed her mind: they had all survived. If nothing else, Alouette already had that in common with everyone else here. Whatever the interviewers saw in them, or perhaps didn't see, was enough to let them stay and study at the esteemed Paideia, and she was one of them. These thoughts died quickly after she spotted the two young men at the archaeology club stall, though. She had grabbed Kai's wrist and practically dragged him there, expecting talk of ancient ruins and treasures—she didn't get much of either, but the skits were at least funny.

She signed herself up for the club that day.

And came the anticipated meeting day. Alouette had met up with Kai about an hour before, and spent that whole hour plus around ten minutes wandering the halls of the library. She had kept telling herself—and Kai—"It's fine! I know where we're going!" and "Just a few more turns..." and a little bit of "No, we don't need to ask for directions—!" until finally, the man who she very soon came to know as Spyridon (how very formal) found them and led them to the actual club room.

Alouette would've been able to find it herself. They were right there. She pouted the whole way there.

She made herself comfortable at the honestly-quite-depressing table in the center of the room, propping her elbows up and resting her hand on her chin. She was maybe just a little bit bored, Spyridon's words floating in through one ear and out the other. Something about sacrifices, tributes, the Requiem—

Oh dear light she forgot about the Requiem. And she didn't bring anything. She suddenly remembered, with her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach, why Kai had been so worked up earlier over the quilt. Alouette was at full attention now as Kai talked about the quilt idea, sitting up as straight as possible in order to look very professional. She nodded silently, giving him quiet support and agreement. Even a little thumbs up after he finished up his speech.

And then came everyone else. It seemed like everyone had their own ideas for tributes; all fitting to each theme. Thank God for that. Maybe she didn't have to come up with her own! At least, not yet. It at least bought her time to come up with her own gift, and she was going to make sure it was a damn good one to make up for her... forgetfulness.

"That sounds like everything to me," she piped up, nodding towards the unfamiliar red-haired girl.








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Lavi released a sigh as he continued his trek to meet his future atop the world tree just like his forebearers did long ago. The climb didn't bother him much but it gave the impression not to build character but to be as tedious as possible. This is probably why the rest of the anax don't interfere much at Paideia. It's not worth the climb. The thought amused Lavi deeply as he continued his climb, mind now on a pretty set of cumulus clouds that look like ducks.

Regretfully (or not so) nothing managed to make an impression on Lavi after his arrival. Sure the papers were a hassle but being who he was he was used to having to sign thing every now and then. Though he was confused why one of the release forms mentioned death by tickling. Some things are better left a mystery

Nor the consistent barrage of questions and interviews. Surely they already knew who he was and why he was here so reaffirming his motivations bordered on redundancy. Almost all of them.

Lavi never had illusions about how his time would be spent at Paideia. His attendance a formality to placate the remainder of his family that had any doubts about his abilities and his commitment. They hoped as he did, against his own better judgment that these hallowed halls would offer him a challenge he finally couldn't solve. Regretfully this was shaping up to be another challenge to be obliterated. For some reason he felt maloncholy.

It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice, raised higher than its usual octave did Lavi feel anything. This sensation more joyous and unfamiliar. Jubilation he believed it was called.

Niki and his fellow (read: only) club member who previously handlded the trivia portion were putting on a performance honoring the creation of the church and yet it seemed like only one was taking his job seriously.

"Oh Niki you're gonna stress yourself into an early grave." Lavi said fighting the smile that had already plastered itself on his face.

It took a special kind of daring to take a shot at the church of the weeping eye, something he was sure most anax wouldn't dare attempt so openly and yet here was an unabashed mockery of their entire mission statement. Maybe joining them wouldn't be a complete waste. Alfen didn't have to know he'd be joining willingly of course. No bribery necessary.

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"What would you sacrifice for the requiem?"

Lavi found those words had not left his mind after he had torn the paper to shreds. Nor after him and his compatriots were abandoned in the library by their fearless club leader. Or when only half listening as the rest of the members offer their "sacrifices" and ideas for the day of requiem.

Lavi had never been one for religion despite his family's history in Malum. The Church had very little influence on how they conducted business and yet to be asked to sacrifice to that slumbering bastard in the north had unnerved him unlike anything he ever experienced before.

"Yes I quite agree with whatever her name is." The young man said, stifling a yawn. "Are you not satisfied? Maybe the slumbering god will even bless you with these excellent tributes. Gotta do something to get back in the good graces after that rousing performance you and Rolf did a while back." Lavi said. His voice never rising above bored indifference.
 
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Leo glanced up a the tree. He stood only a few feet from the beginning of the steps and smiled at the climb to come. Yes, he Leonardo Shou Tetsuya smiled at the challenge before him. Why? It was simple. Because he was not going to quite climb it like everyone else. Jauntily walking over to a cart, a contraption with it strapped all manners of fireworks to it as well as a camel, Leo made the appropriate calculations. An adjustment or two to the steering and he would account for the curvature of the steps further up. It should be enough to keep him from flying off the ledge. The madman patted his camel, shushing the beast of its nervousness. Everything was perfectly safe and strapped down.

More or less.

"It's okay, buddy. Just a slightly bumpy trip ahead of us is all," Leo patted the camel. Leo looked around, noticing a few students hesitant to make the trip. Others already making their way. Leo had positioned the cart to avoid most of the travelers. Besides, he attached a large horn to give early warning to any who might be in the way. It would be fine.

Strapping into his seat, Leo doubled checked all of his work before smirking. Stairs? Climbing? How very basic. If no one else was going to try to be a little more creative about it, well maybe he should be the first. The one who started the revolution. The first of many to come. The men and women who would follow would say "Fuck these stairs." And Leo would smile at the change he wrought about, but, like they say, the journey of a thousand miles . . .

. . . starts with a single combustible step. Leo flicked a match alight before bringing it to the combustible cord.

A few seconds passed as the cords alight and the flames spread out along each corded connected to a plethora of rockets. A few he made and a few he bought. Either way, it would be enough for the purposes he had in mind. He waited. And waited. He looked behind himself. Why were they not going off? Was there a delay or had there been a defect? No way, he checked them himself, and-.

BOOM!

"Whoawaaaahahaha!"

The camel screamed.

Soaring past other students was a contraption of fire and luck--science falling the wayside of anyone's mind as it rapidly ascended the pathway up to Paideia. Fire and combustion exploded Leo forth, sending him faster and faster up the path. He pulled on a wire and blew the horn, signaling any unlucky pedestrian to leap out of the way of the carnage. Faster and faster, accelerating at breakneck speeds. Leo grinned like a madman. He had to be. Or else none of this would have worked in the first place. Students screamed. Guards yelled as Leo began soaring past a few checkpoints. Oh well, what could they do, right?

His cart continued flying up and up before slowing, little by little. Eventually, Leo noticed something in the road up ahead, further down the checkpoint. A net of some kind.

Oh no.

The net caught in the wheels of the cart, stopping all the wheels at once and sending the cart to skid. Slowly but surely it began to break apart under the strain, the net not giving any leverage. First the right wheel, then the right back wheel. Then the two on the left. The frame started to give away. Slowly it began falling apart. Rockets broke off and fired off into the distance.

Eventually, Leo and his camel and a giant piece of wood slid to the next checkpoint. Angry guards all around him and more on the way from further up checkpoints and even the ones he soared past. Leo smiled sheepishly. They caught him.

"Er, you guys wouldn't happen to have some water. That climb sure worked"

And he found a few frowning faces waiting for him.

Hopefully, he could hop onto his camel and ride off when no one was looking. Sure. He'd work that miracle when pigs fly.
Scolding. Not long before his set of interviews, Leo received nothing but scolding. He sat there with the most bored expression ever before calculating his odds of being punished if he just stood up and left the room. The old man before him, hair thinning and a pair of glasses, appeared to be most upset with Leo. Another younger instructor sat next to him, trying to mediate and offer a sense of calm to the more tense and older individual. Leo figured he would give them about two, maybe three, minutes to make a point he cared about or he would leave.

A few minutes. Nothing. Leo got up and sighed.

"Time is money, and money is time. I hate to have mine wasted by the breath of one man who thinks tradition is better than expediency or creative thought."

"And what of the fire risk your invention presented? Or your recklessness? Students might have been hurt. The tree could have been damaged. One could only guess if you had the means to reach the very top with that . . . contraption."

Leo paused before turning his head over his shoulder. His eyes kept serious and his mouth ran into a thin line.

"Everything comes with risk. Nonetheless, I was prepared any number of potential problems. And, as you can see, no one was hurt, and I'm still in one piece. And the, um, tree. Yes . . . that. Anyway! If you'll excuse me, I'd rather get going before I fall too far behind on my admissions."

A few threats followed Leo out the door, no doubt from the older man. Leo rolled his eyes before slamming it shut behind him. If they punished him for his recklessness or whatever they wished to call it, they could do so and leave the high-and-mighty-ness out of it. He was sure they would get back to him on what punishment he would have. But still, a point needed to be made. He was not like the other students here, afraid or unsure of themselves and what their admissions might entail.

He would get in, and it would be ensured.
He would have thought they would have kicked him out. Leo stood in the admissions office, waiting for when he would need to step up and receive his paperwork and due instructions. Nothing. Not a single guard batted an eye at nor did any of the staff. Interesting.

Something was afoot. He could feel it. But what? He had yet to think of it.
Paperwork was nothing for Leo. He despised it, yes, but all his time spent reading books upon books had honed his ability to read remarkably fast. Several pages could be read and understood within seconds. Entire packets done within minutes. Leo yawned a little at the tedious nature of it all. Nothing but politics and keeping anyone from blaming the institution of anything the students might do to endanger themselves foolishly. Roughly. He suspected there were a few secret agendas inside this paperwork to ensure no fault came upon the school for a number of things. Leo cared little for it. To each their own. Everyone had to protect their own interests.

The interviews came and went. Days and days of the process. A number of question, some even repeated. Leo? Well Leo went at it with the same gusto he normally did. Very little. Because this entire process bored him immensely. Still, he could make it a little fun. Maybe answer a question with a question or perhaps add a little snark. Give a smartass response. Whatever the case, he hated being asked the same question twenty different ways.

Then there were the doctors, questioning him about his health. He could not believe it. He was probably healthier than most of them and yet they needed to run their tests. Leonardo made sure to give them a little hell. No way was he being stuck with anything unless it had been properly disinfected and prepared. Seriously, who did they think he was?

Leo took out a small breathe in exasperation as simply laid in his seat upside down. This was going to take a while, wasn't it?
Leonardo looked around. He cared not for the brief memories of the other individuals crying as they were left, hopes dashed. Harsh but he could not help everyone. Not even them, no matter what he tried to do. Instead, he focused on the orientation ceremony. The sash sat around him before Leo decided to take it off and place it over his shoulder. He did not like sashes too much. Not one bit. Robes or those giant, fluffy sashes? Yes. These poor approximations for sashes? No. If this school had the audacity to poke and prod him, he was at least choosing what he wore. Tradition be damned.

No matter the case, Leonardo Shou Tetsuya was finally inducted into this prestigious institution.

Classes had been easy. Just introductions, a syllabus being handed out, and professors saying . . . professor things. Leo only paid half-attention, keeping his ears peeled for anything interesting while his eyes glanced out the windows to outside or found themselves writing something in his notes. Nothing too stimulating. Although, he was sure that would change in the coming weeks, if not days. Hopefully or else all of this would have been worth for nothing. Now, all he had to do was sign up to be a student doctor and join a club. He already signed away a few forms regarding the former. The latter? Well, as Leo strode along pass the surrounding clubs, he thought about his options. None of these were of particular important. Sure, a scholar-esque club might garner some added marks for one's reputation, but Leo came here to further his own goals, not to impress others unless it was needed. Besides, he could do plenty of that on his own initiative. No, he needed something simple. Something so out of the way and had low membership. A group he could disappear from and no one would be bothered to go looking or checking up on him.

A group like the archeology club. Barely paying any attention to the show, Leonardo began to sign his name onto the sheet. Interesting. He was the first one. Well, he supposed there would not be many others in attendance. Looking up, Leo had one question.

"Do I win anything if I answer all the questions on the quiz correctly?"

A prompt no followed and Leo shrugged before heading off. No prize? Not worth his time. He was sure he saw some clubs offering food. Best to take all their free food and pretend to be interested or to think about it. What a scoundrel he was. Then again, any meal could be his last. Leo smirked and walked away.
Leonardo began heading for the door when something caught his eyes. Kneeling down towards it, he picked up not one, but two pieces of parchment. The first spoke of sacrifice and Requiem. Leonardo raised an eyebrow before coming to a single conclusion. Nothing. He would sacrifice nothing for Requiem. His own personal feelings aside on religion or the church, Leo put the first piece of parchment inside his coat and began looking at the second.

His punishment. Of course. It seems someone caught onto his little tricks. Well, no one could blame him if he happened to not see it or it got lost along the way to him. Leo tucked the second parchment away before chuckling. He was sure he would find himself in more trouble, perhaps someone would be sent for him. But, in his defense, if you can postpone trouble, you might as well.
Leonardo was lost. And late. Well, the late part was more so because he wanted to be late. He took a good old-fashioned nap before clubs. Why not? Not like anyone would miss him at the first club meeting ever. After all, it would be perhaps two people there. Maybe a few more, but, honestly? What were they going to do about him? Still, he should show up, make up a story or excuse, and then make his way for the nearest door. Simple! Elementary itself!

As for the lost part? Well, Leonardo Shou Tetsuya always had a certain curiosity about him. So he leaned into being lost and wandered. And wandered. And wandered. A little frustration built into him now and again. Why had this not been built on a more grid-like system? Or perhaps if this had been a city instead of a school, the layout may have been more forgivable. Nonetheless, eventually someone asked him what he was doing, wandering the halls, and they were kind enough to guide him towards the archaeology club. He thanked the library staff before standing right outside its door. He could hear voices, the sound of people talking and explaining gifts to each other. Odd.

Opening the door with his usual swagger, Leo snatched a book from a shelf and cracked it open before entering inside as his other hand clutched to the strap of his satchel. He spared one look at the entire room.

Leonardo had made a very grave miscalculation. Because every face he looked at . . . well. Let's save that for a little later, shall we?

For now, Leonardo betrayed no hint of surprise. Nothing. Instead, he found himself a seat farthest away from the group, propped his feat up onto the table and sank himself comfortably further into his seat. Holding the book in one hand as he began reading, flipping a page on occasion. And he would listen, of course, but on occasion he would change his sitting position. Sometimes, sitting with his legs over an armrest. Sometimes he would be upside down. Another he would-. Well, you get the point, right? Eventually he would settle back into sitting with his legs propped up on the table again, as if this were an exercise he did while reading.

All the while, if anyone had their Graces bestowed upon them, they would sense none from this man. Not a single nymph about his person tied to him. But he kept reading and listening. He smirked or smiled on occasion but, if it was towards what the others were saying or his book, well, no one would quite know. Then again, it was a more scholarly text he was reading, so there was doubtful anything that amusing in it. He seemed to have those moments of amusement when each person spoke, more so when others began presenting their gifts. But despite that, there was a sense he was hiding, hiding behind his book and trying to seem less than he was. All the while, that same confidence and swagger kept about his person, confidently reading and adding nothing to group. Almost avoiding conversation . . . or confrontation, perhaps.

That was until he paused in his reading, finally peering over his book at the group through his glasses. A sly smirk followed.

"Anyone else thinking these sacrifices might have to be punted into a fire or off a cliff? You all know what sacrifice means, right?" Leonardo Shou Tetsuya shook his head a little, chuckling before going back to his book, "Usually things do not go so well for the sacrifice. I'd hate to see any of these items be damaged or destroyed. It doesn't help the fact we are quite high up. Perfect opportunity~."

He doubted Nikias would destroy any of these items, but it would certainly put a little surprise and energy into the room. Still, his eyes remained focused on his book, concocting an escape route. Well, if he was not mistaken, he found there was a clever escape route if there ever was one. A rather quick one as well. No one would be the wiser.

" . . . is there no tea here? Well, that's a shame. I nominate myself to grab us a fresh pot," Leonardo stood up and began heading for the door.

Before being stopped by the current leader of the club. Because there was tea, sitting right there in the room. Still hot and ready to be offered. And everyone else would be left to wonder why the new stranger with glasses had been so quick to leave all of a sudden.
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Of course.

Of course Cyril would do this. Here, in front of their bright-eyed juniors. In front of people who might kill him on sight for that bit of blasphemy. Nikias tolerated it—had to, or he’d have long returned to Their eternal embrace by now—but that was after a year spent suffering in Cyril’s company. Others did not have this displeasure.

Nikias eyed Alfen, wary. Only one man (that he knew of) could match him in terms of reverence for their slumbering god. Alfen may have looked like a rose, soft, gentle, alluring, some might say, but Nikias has tasted those thorns. That same man could beat him black and blue without a hair out of place. He’s seen it once. And Nikias would rather not see it again against his fellow club-member.

"Sharp your wit may be, Rolfesta, be careful how you wield it,” said Nikias, arms crossed and expression even more so. "You might find, instead, that you end up slicing our chances at another year of prosperity. Would you doom this land for your negligence? Sincerity can only be expressed through the most thorough of efforts."

"We’d all do well to live by this standard." He passed a glance at his juniors. A silent warning that he won’t tolerate such talk a second time. "Now, let’s hear your offerings."

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That Alfen and Irona came fully prepared, their ideas already brought to tangible completion, was no surprise. Those two always had to remind Nikias of his place in the world, of how he still needed more time to grow, mature. Always had to show him up. He might’ve resented them—or rather, Alfen, because the thought of resenting Irona seemed preposterous—had their offerings been any less than they were; but, as it stood, Nikias could do naught but curtly nod his approval. Gifts of such calibre had to be acknowledged. Anything less would be disrespectful to his opponents.

Two offerings. Not terrible. But not perfect either. He had sent everyone the notice well before the date, and not a single other member had something to present? Much less an idea?

His brow scrunched. He was just about to express his disapproval when a voice, soft, low, had joined the discussion, carrying a suggestion that smoothed the furrows in Nikias’ face. A quilt, handmade, and with a patch each from its club members.

"...Acceptable." Three offerings, each a wonderful idea he wished he had conjured himself. That, however, doesn’t save the others from his disappointment. They needed to know that they were lacking. How else could one improve?

"Indeed, Rosenberg. All boxes are checked, yes. But as I recall, eleven notices were sent. Eleven people. And only three with a worthwhile thought in their head?" Had he expected too much to want that? Was it so difficult to answer?

He’d have continued on had he not been flung from his high horse, stopped in his tracks by none other than Lavi, who reminded him of their near-heretical showing some days ago. It was a terrible one. Unfit for their god. A disgrace to the church. Nikias sputtered, his thorns dulled by embarrassment. "I… Well… You…" Damn him to the abyss! Nikias glared, first, at Lavi out of sheer humiliation, then, at Cyril, the culprit that led to the ruination of their play in the first place. Damn them both.

"A-anyway!" He coughed, an attempt to distract from his faults and failings so clearly pointed out. "As I was saying, we should submit all three as our offerings. So that makes it for Faarship’s, Lumiel’s, and…" What was their name? Did he get the name of that one with hair like violets? Did he get anyone’s name? He thought for a moment longer before realizing his mistake.

He hadn’t. Paidotribe Smaragda had been the one to initiate the introductions last year. She had always been the peppy type. Someone who enjoyed learning about people as much as she did fossils. Nikias, not so. Surnames and sincerity for their club was enough for him.

He would wait for their Paidotribe to arrive, announce their plans for their upcoming delve soon, but who knows when she would even get here? Time was nothing but a word to her. A word that wasn’t in her dictionary. She could well be just outside the room, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make her entrance. She might also be asleep, still in her quarters. One could never know with their club supervisor.

And, unfortunately, that meant that Nikias would have to initiate, as the de-facto leader. (Cyril certainly wasn't going to be of any help, knowing him.)

"Well, I suppose introductions should be our first order of business before we get to that." He’s already spotted the first sacrifice, too. A man with brown skin and a fleeing figure.

Striding across the room, Nikias yanked the collar of the escaping junior, the latecomer. He had ignored him moments ago, too busy tallying out the ideas the others had, but no longer. "A wit like yours, Rolfesta. You have competition," said Nikias, no humour in his voice. If this man was anything like his fellow club member, Nikias was in for a headache. Best to tame insurgents quickly.

"As the last one to arrive, I think it fitting that you start us off with introductions. Everyone is sure to agree, wouldn't you all?" Nikias didn’t bother to wait for their responses. He would make sure this junior would answer for his tardiness, regardless. "Name, study, and reason for joining us here. You can have a sip of tea after you’ve done so and deserved it."

"Same goes for all of you. If you need any refreshments, I can have someone bring it over. We’ll be here a while yet 'till Paidotribe Smaragda arrives. You might as well think of an idea for your patch of the quilt while we're at it. Use your minds for once."





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Selesia.Yupitilia.full.2717509.png"Indeed, Rosenberg. All boxes are checked, yes. But as I recall, eleven notices were sent. Eleven people. And only three with a worthwhile thought in their head?"

Honestly religion was something Sarah never really paid attention to. Mostly because her father didn't. He always said that it didn't really matter just to make sure you act like you care. Personally Sarah believed but at the same time she had questions that people never wanted to answer as if to even question anything of the religion was blasphemy. But how was she to understand if she couldn't ask questions? So anyway when it came to bringing sacrifices it was something she never really had to worry or think about cause her father always took care of it was the first time she really had to think about it.

Sarah's went mind focusing on what she was going to do for this quilt patch when suddenly she noticed someone else in the room. Strange when did he arrive? Sarah thought to herself. She didn't remember seeing him earlier or even come in. Stranger still he looked familiar..... Suddenly he spoke up. He commented on the sacrifices and how it usually didn't end well. Which......he wasn't wrong. Sarah continued to watch him. She definitely met him before he had this irritating aura that felt familiar. For some reason it just wasn't coming to her. Though she also realized she had been staring intensely at him and quickly looked away from him. That probably seemed odd if any one noticed and she really hoped they hadn't.

Before going any further Nikias wanted everyone to introduced themselves first and the strange man with the gold eyes was to go first. Good maybe hearing his name will jog my memory.
 
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Lavi fought to keep the smile from his face, settling for a neutral grin as to hide how much joy he took in flustering his contemporary.

It was nothing personal on Lavi's part. Spyridon was just simply wound too tight for his own good. He wanted to do too much and took himself way too seriously for the young man's tastes. It reminded him very much of his mother. It wasn't a compliment.

Lavi's rebuttal was quickly silenced when another club member tried to slip out under the guise of finding refreshments and got collared and herded like a sheep trying to flee the flock. Someone had to be the example after all.

Frowning. Lavi squinted at the newcomer. Something was off about him but Lavi could not put his finger on it. It was on the tip of his tongue yet the words were lost to him all the same. Surely if they'd have met he'd have a recollection of it and yet as he searched the man's face for even a bit of clarity he drew blanks. This had never happened before.

Lavi loudly cleared his throat. "I guess since this is my home I should do the honors. Proper manners and whatnot." The young man proclaimed before getting out of his seat and moving towards the teapot. He made no attempt to separate Nikas from his prey. Let the devil have his due for now.

Lavi poured himself a cup. "My name is Lavi De Alymaruius. No, I will not elaborate on my last name. If you know you know. If you don't, you probably will eventually."

"My study is astronomy I believe but I've kicked up an interest in history. Particularly the founding of Paideia and the settling of Theosmati. I found it odd how those records have become increasingly hard to get a hold off in recent years." Lavi couldn't help but frown at this.

Once again he was playing a dangerous game. It was an open secret among the other Anaxs(??? Is that the proper plural for Anax) that the church during its quick ascension managed to collect almost all information that contradicted their teachings about that narcoleptic potato they worship. Lavi was poking the bear but for now he was safe on the other side of the glass.

"And as for my reasoning for joining the club…." He paused in mock contemplation. In truth he didn't have any single reason for joining. No, that was a lie. His mind went to board games and tea sets in several city-states across the continent. He never admitted it back then but he enjoyed them more than they'd ever know.

With a shrug he smiled lazily. "I was bribed. And yes it was who you think it was." He said as his eyes found all of the other anax kids in the club as if to confirm their suspicions. He wondered who they'd accuse if they believed him at all. The thought mildly amused him as he found his way back to his seat

As he stifled another yawn threatening to escape his throat the answer that eluded him for so long came tumbling out instead. He didn't recognize the man because he didn't know him. And he knew everyone that got accepted into Paideia this year. So either he missed someone or mr. latecomer wasn't supposed to be here. And in Lavi's experience the latter is more likely than the former.​
 
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Leonardo simply smirked a little. So he had been found out. Well, to be quite frank, it is not like he had been too deceptive on his way out. However, Leonardo adjusted the glasses on the frame of his face before stopping as his collar is tugged. Leonardo let his features settle. His complexion was one of someone who had been on the road and seen a lot of sun, a lot of different places. Certain wrinkles and blemishes, natural from his weary travels and yet kept back by his own medicinal knowledge and self-care. And yet Leonardo leaned fully into them. Appear older. Wiser. Greater.

Fake it until you make it. That is half of his life story. Besides, with his intellect, Leonardo could back it up. He got this far. Putting together that contraption to get up the steps, getting past the initiation, and even ignoring the letter. All a series of choices. And he chose to make one more.

"Hm. As I remember it to be, it's usually proper for the person to introduce themselves first before asking a name. But I suppose I was late after all." Leonardo's voice grew sterner, more composed, and yet it did not hold that haughtiness someone important might have. Amusement perhaps, but it was friendly. At least, that's how Leonardo would play it and he could play it well. Not like he meant any actual ill will. A certain respectable sternness that would be friendly enough if one understood it, if one could see past the initial tones.

"But, first, before I say anything more . . . "

Tucking away the book under his arm, Leonardo turned around, spinning on his feet even with Nikias hand on his collar or not, and raised and threw his fist towards the Anax's face.

Before stopping just short. About several inches. Before immediately lowering his hand down and grabbing Nikias's hand and directing it to grab Leo's arm. Leonardo helped Nikias's hand squeeze on his own arm.

"Next time you grab someone, go for the arm. Especially if the situation is tense. Collar pulls are a sign of disrespect and can lead to a less-than-favorable situation. Arm grab is more a sign of respect, and they'll be more focused on pulling themselves free than hitting you if it comes to that. It'll give you a moment or two to react better if they decide to hit you afterward."

Leonardo was teaching, all the while giving a simple smile. Like this was nothing to teach. Just something rather helpful. The scientist would separate himself from Nikias before coughing into his hand.

"Apologies for the scare, however. Just felt a dramatic example would help get my point across," Leonardo extended his hand for a handshake, sporting nothing but a friendly grin, "Pleasure to meet someone who is very proactive and takes no shit from anyone."

Walking to the front of the group--of the room--Leonardo set the book down on the desk before looking around the room--the tips of his fingers extended and still resting on the book. So many familiar faces. And he remembered a number of them. Although, it was difficult to tell if they could remember him. Leonardo leaned towards the fact they did not, and, even if they did, not like they knew him intricately. Time to make his play.

"Although, I'm glad some of you are of quick wit. Unorthodox. It balances out the group dynamic here. Pleasure to meet all of you," Leonardo tilted his head to Lavi soon after, "And I'm glad to find that bribery still works even on a future Anax."

The jab was sly but also humorous. No ill intent but it certainly poked fun at the properness of Anax's. Why not? If they could not make light of themselves on occasion, perhaps the future generation of leaders was truly doomed.

Leonardo pushed his shoulders back a little. Not to appear like some propped up peacock or self-important. A less casual air left him and became a little more confident, a little more presentable. Akin to someone giving a short and sweet presentation.

Because Leonardo intended to keep it just that.

"My name is Leonardo Vonn Reichfort," his voice started slowly, "I am an associate of Paidotribe Smaragda. She sent me ahead. I'm glad to find this hasn't descended into complete chaos. You're one of the few groups I'm finding to be somewhat pleasant. And it's not because of your status."

A small chuckle.

"To keep it short, I care little for your status or lack thereof. I'm simply here to observe and offer guidance should any of you ask for it. My door is open 24/7. As for my credentials, I am one of the younger professors here at this university. Teaching professor. I'm still working my way up, but that is more due to the fact I took a leave of absence for a few years. I was busy exploring the different regions, conducting research, and diving deeply into the various cultures."

For a lie, it held some truth. He did do a lot of traveling and he was well-versed in a many different facets of knowledge, culture, and general enrichment. The best lies were ones with a little truth in them.

"I felt a professor should know more beyond texts and books. Have a more hands-on experience with their studies and with people in general. But that's neither here nor there, and I've taken up enough of your time. Any questions?"

Leonardo's eyes scanned the room, falling upon Kai's sketchbook and Irona's glassware. A particular interest shone in his eyes.

"Lovely sketching. I can tell you took time into it. Self-taught?" Leonardo inquired, "I draw a little myself, but your penchant for aesthetic is remarkable."

Not long after, his eyes fell upon the glassware and Irona.

"And--before I forget to ask--I'm trying to place my finger on that glassware. Where did you get it from? Looks familiar."

It did. But Leonardo could not remember. Like a distant or passing memory.
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Selesia.Yupitilia.full.2717509.pngBefore the man could say anything Lavi decided to go ahead and make his introductions first though something he said she found interesting.

"My study is astronomy I believe but I've kicked up an interest in history. Particularly the founding of Paideia and the settling of Theosmati. I found it odd how those records have become increasingly hard to get a hold off in recent years."

What more did he want to know that wasn't already taught, she wondered to herself. Sarah though was no different when came to questioning things. When she was younger she always use to wonder what was beyond the abyss and why no one ever seem to try to...well leave and see what was out there. But of course anytime she would bring up ideas like that to her father he old her to stop always questioning things. So she did. Sarah suddenly cocked an eyebrow up when she heard Lavi mentioned he was bribed to join. "Bribed?" Was he for real? Not that she was had problem with it honestly she was happy to be in the same club as him. Before she could think more on that Mr. Gold eyes finally spoke up and introduced himself and well.....he was certainly a interesting character. Something about him annoyed her to her core...why though? Was it the fact he scared Nikias half to death to make a "Example". Was it because of the play jab he made about bribing Anax's?....No...well ok honestly if he had pulled that whole. "dramatic example" on her she would of taken hold of his arm and flipped him but.....no no that wasn't it....it was just him and the how she was pretty sure everything, except maybe his name was down out right lie. How did she know it was a lie? Because there was no way in hell she would forget meeting someone who's suppose to be a professor especially at this school. After Irona went on and introduced herself Sarah, deciding to go next, stood up.

"Most Of you already know me. But for those who don't I'm Sarah Rosenburg. My father is Isa Rosenburg Anax of Chrysos. My study is political science, and I joined this club because I...do have a genuine interest when it comes to history."

After she was done Sarah looked over at Leo and crossed her arms. She thought for a moment before speaking. A a sly smile crept on her face but it was gone in a blink of an eye. Instead it was replaced with polite, seemingly, genuine smile. Sarah gave him a sweet natural innocent smile and everything she had said had not a ounce of a accusing tone and yet very slightly it did.

"So your a professor? I see it's so funny because you look familiar and yet I couldn't quite place you and when you said you were a professor I could not believe I had forgotten. I mean I'm not the type of person to forget meeting a professor....in fact...I still don't remember......unless of course you aren't one. But of course you are. I mean why would you lie about something as serious as being professor. Especially to the face of future Anaxs. No no of course one wouldn't dare do that. Right?"

Sarah gave such a sweet natural innocent smile and everything she had said had not a ounce of a accusing tone and yet very slightly it did.
 
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Seeing as how everyone else was going ahead with their introductions, Minato takes a stand, saying "Minato Arasaka, I'm here studying chemistry." taking a quick bow. He could tell that with the amount "royalty" in the room, it was probably in his best interest to play a more subservient role in order to scratch the egos. Of course not everyone was royalty, not like anyone from Aniketos could hold any substantial power with the monarchy breathing down it's neck. Or in the case of someone like Irona, such pleasantries were mainly for the sake of keeping a facade. After all, he techincally isn't supposed to know who she is. He pauses a bit before adding. "by the way, I brought something to give potentially as a truth. Though if there is already something else we can just go with that. I'd like mine to be only used as a last resort." he says, putting his hand in his pocket. He looks around for a moment before nodding and taking a seat again.

In his pocket was a thin box, containing the arrow that pierced his father's chest, snapped in half. Really, the fact he even bothered to keep it was a risk, as it's technically one of the only physical evidences left of his past life. However, he would bring it with him as motivation. The only reason he would even be okay to sacrifice it is... complicated. Was it superstition? Even he didn't know. Maybe he had something to prove. Maybe he was just angry with the divine. He had full intentions of confronting whatever god it may be, slumbering or not. Religion was something only his mother had put much importance into, but she wasn't here to educate him on it. Not anymore, at least. Whatever sacrifice he may give for the sake of the divine was not out of love, but with full intention of sending a message or making a deal with whatever god there was. In his eyes, a god should not require anything from it's people, even worship. Or at least that's what he imagines himself as if he were part of the divine. After all, we are mere mortals, nothing anybody on this planet could possibly be of value to a deity. It's so petty. Still, he was getting into his own head. He leans back in his chair, putting his arm on the desk and resting the side of his head upon it. He stares at the desk, wondering if he would be struck where he sits for thinking such blasphemous thoughts. Really, he should be focusing on trying to make a good impression on the people around him, after all, there seemed to be some serious power in this random club. Though frankly, he couldn't bring himself to care that much in the moment. The note, and thinking about his father and the arrow had made him lose himself in thought. Though, it didn't stop him from noticing the power in the room. Not in the sense of political power, but in combat skill. In particular the guy with pink and blue hair. He didn't seem physically threatening at a glance but he could tell. If anything it was something to be wary of, as being someone of high combat skill usually is reflected in some sort of status role. In fact, he could observe others as well, particularly being interested in a dark purple haired man, the one that had suggested a quilt. Though, he tried not to stare at anyone too long, eventually settling at twirling a pen with his fingers.
 
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After presenting his idea he gave a small sigh of relief when it seemed to be approved by the club president. He soon glanced over at Alou and noticed her look of encouragement. Returning the small smile before stepping back to allow anyone else a turn to go...but it seemed that there weren't many other ideas. Which was a bit of a let down, but at least he didn't have to worry about Alou getting into trouble when she didn't have a gift of her own...at least that was what he thought. It seems everyone who didn't have a gift idea got a little scolding... but he could also agree, that Alfen and Irona had two good ideas as well.

Fortunately, the scolding didn't last for long! For two reasons. One being that some of the other members were picking fun at the president. And the other being that he wanted them all to introduce themselves. Which he recalls that he forgot to do before speaking! Ahhh how embarrassing. His attention turned towards yet another familiar face. Who had ended up coming in late. And of course this certain person was one of the people causing a tiny bit of an uproar. Before even introducing himself. Leo was always a bit of a handful, huh?

When his sketches was suddenly compliment, all focus on the introductions was temporarily lost as he bashfully smiled at the compliment. "Oh...thank you. Um...and I guess it was something I just picked up...over time. I never had a teacher." He answered. Feeling much happier thanks to the compliment. And since he was already talking he thought he might as well introduce himself since the last person, Minato, had stopped talking after sharing that he had a mention of a gift as well.

"Well...my name is Kai Nakayama. I'm studying culinary arts." He introduced, though after hearing some of the other's introductions he couldn't help but feel more nervous. Why were a lot of the other people here all high class, fancy schmancy, important people! It made sense in one way. This was a really fancy school that they all would naturally go to. But for them to all be in the same club too? "Oh and my reason for wanting to join the club...? I think it was the play. It was very entertaining it made me laugh a few times." He said as a genuine compliment. He enjoyed their silly play. Even if silly wasn't their intention. There was also Alouette basically peer pressuring him to join...but that was better left unsaid, huh?

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Today was the day!

All her begging, all her yelling, and all of her brother's screaming at her not to touch his beloved vase but finally, she was to receive her due. Her club was to receive its due.

Stylianos, her older brother, had been stubborn. To the point of complete cruelty, might she add. How could he deign to even think of denying her club its due? Their members had left by the dozen, yes, and sure, this was going against Paideia regulations to maintain and finance a club with less than seven members to its name, but she was his sister, for God's sake! (What else was he going to use all that Scolarch power for if not to help her achieve her dreams?)

She was just about ready to break that bloody vase had she not received the most timely of news: Cyril and Nikias succeeded. Gathered more than seven, in fact. (A fact she announced at her every opportunity, of course.)

And with her only obstacle now out of the problem, she finally had the trip approved and planned! And a surprise planned for her, according to her brother!

All that had been left now was to announce it!

Or... so she thought.

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She couldn't help the mischief that overtook her. (After all, what would bring more joy to her students than to know they were going on a field trip on their first day of club meeting?) Instead of making a grand entrance right then and there, she lingered, peeking through the smallest sliver, waiting. But then she heard something. Something interesting. Something exciting. Something that led to her rushing through the doors, completely shocked.

"He finally allowed it?!" She said with no small amount of joy, her eyes glittering. Was this the surprise? Because she begged for this too! To be able to have an excuse to keep Leonardo around!

She would have squealed in glee, too, if it weren't for the withering glance Nikias left her. He was always such a downer.

She coughed a few times, composing herself, before turning to her new students, her girlish glee gone with the wind. "HI HI!" Mostly gone with the wind. "So glad you all joined! Just in time too 'cause we were this close to not having a field trip."

"But guess what? We're having a field trip, people! Get out and get packing! C'mon. Chop chop!" She clapped her hands, expectant.

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