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[Aster]

I N S I G N I A

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do you have what it takes?​

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[Aster]

Welcome to Requiem Academy​

It's the start of a new semester. Students are to settle into their schedule and follow their classes accordingly.​

things to take note:

1. Uniforms are required to be worn on campus during school hours. Students can choose the wear either styles. Alongside the school emblem, the badge on the uniform also shows which affiliation a student is from.

2. It is strictly forbidden to use Anima abilities on another student, teacher or staff outside training classes. All anima abilities should only be activated in these three scenarios: training; authorized battles; and exams.

3. All students are held accountable for their own actions, especially regarding damages to the school.

4. The Academy is not responsible for any harm done or the deaths of any students.

5. There are a wide range of subjects available in Requiem. Compulsory subjects include: Language, Science, Math, Anima training, Physical Training, History, and P.E. Anima classes are branched into three categories (arcane, elemental and physik) and are handled by different teachers depending on the anima type.

6. The Houses for each affiliation is located on the right side of the Academy. Each affiliation has its own house -- or building -- which consists of two floors. There are 8 rooms (some used as guestrooms, or storage rooms, others as offices; rooms vary depending on the affiliation) and one bathroom upstairs and one living room, kitchen and bathroom downstairs. Each house is identifiable with its mark.

7. The dormitories are located on the left side of the Academy. This is where students reside. Rooms are offered in singles, doubles and triples. The most common being doubles due to its price. Behind the dormitories is a separate house where the Elite 10 reside.

8. Students are not to leave Requiem City without authorized permission. Students are free to leave campus during their free time so long as they return back before 8 P.M. The Academy's gates close by then.

9. Students are allowed to formally challenge other students to a battle. The rules go as applied. Both sides must mutually agree to have the Battle and the conditions of the Battle. An authorized individual must be present to validate the battle and to assure that all fights are on fair and safe grounds. Things such as positions can be wagered in battles. Disputes can also be solved this way.

10. All students are to be in their dorms by 10 P.M.

11. Students are to obey and follow the rules and instructions given by the Academy and the teachers. ​

 

[Makomin]

Persephone Vandegraft

It is said that a new school year, or semester, in the case of Persephone Vandegraft, was almost like a new beginning for most students, if not all. The memories which one wishes to be erased that plagued the mind of said student as well as the hallways that have became a host of said memories could be but a mere dream by default. She didn’t think so. In any case, or rather, in her case, she didn’t really worry about anything that had happened before the break had happened. She didn’t really have anything out of the ordinary happen to her. The only event in which she considered slightly odd was that she was surrounded by some really weird people. They came from almost every affiliation, but most prominently, Pandora, or The Zoo is what she liked to call them. Shrugging off her thoughts, she held her journal-calendar close to her side before reaching her locker.

The redhead turned the lock of her locker clockwise before switching it back to the left once again, out of habit. A little ‘click’ was heard and the female proceeded to take a textbook out for her next class, mentally preparing herself for the jamming her ears would receive from almost everyone else who are a little too excited to be back at school. Persephone sighed before closing her locker with a soft ‘thud’. She then made her way down the hallways to her first class of the new semester- Anima training.

“Catch!”
“Jeez, can’t you throw properly?”
“Maybe it’s because you can’t catch well, haha.”

“Did you hear what happened to her? She apparently got kicked out of the Academy.”
“What??”
“How did that happen?”
“Well, you didn’t hear it from me but....”

Ah, the sound of people rambling so early in the morning. What else do I need in life? Persephone took her seat before pulling out her earphones from her bag. She was about to plug it into her phone when another more dominating influence walked into the room. “Good morning, everyone.” A deep male voice spoke out just before the school bell went off.

Ring, ring, ring, ring….

Silence was heard after a few moments before the said figure made his way in front of the teacher’s desk so that he was directly in front of the students. “I’m sure everyone is excited for the new school semester as well as the fact that all of you can catch up but,” he looked around before folding his arms across his chest, “I’m not. You can chat up after my class.” The male teacher was none other Mr Bowle. His greying hair was slick for someone who was in his late fifties, not to mention it being parted on the most left side of his hair. His facial expression was definitely not soft. However, he didn’t exhibit what a normally strict or well-disciplined person would express. In fact, there seem to be almost no wrinkles on his face, except for the discreet ones hidden by the side of each eye. His spectacles frame was made of thin metal that proved to be sturdy, evident in his many years of teaching and never needing to change them. His body frame was close to hefty for someone his age. He didn’t have bulging muscles like most exaggerated male characters written but his frame was not short of strength.

Persephone Vandegraft liked Mr Bowle. He was one of those teachers who expected no less than independence on a student’s part. “I’ll skip all the introductions and just mention that my name is Bowle. Christian Bowle. You are to address me by Mr Bowle and nothing more or less. Welcome to Anima training whereby you’ll hopefully learn to control your anima properly without flexing too much of power or your ego,” he said with a small grin. “Now, to usher in this semester with a bit more entertainment, I was suggested by a fellow colleague to try a more fun activity that will guarantee no destruction to school property and hence no trouble for myself.”

He then went back to his table before grabbing a stack of paper. The male then walked to Persephone who was sitting closest to the window of the classroom before asking her to pass it around. The redhead then took a piece of paper from the stack before handing it to the person seated behind her. She raised her eyebrow as she read the word ‘Permission slip’. “Each of you will get a permission slip for a three-days trip that we will be having to the beach,” Mr Bowle said and as soon as he did, a chorus of cheers could be heard from the students seated across the room.

“Mind you, this will be a trip that serves only one purpose- To wield your anima in hopes of defeating Portan, the infamous tenebrae who has always disrupted patrons on the beach,” he continued before proceeding to write the word ‘Portan’ on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk. “Portan has been around for quite some time now. Fifty two years to be exact. It takes the form of a crab,” Mr Bowle said before drawing the shape of a wave next to the name of the tenebrae. “However, it is an elemental tenebrae and not a beast type. Many have tried to defeat it but have failed to identify its type. You may now ask what’s so important about identifying the type of tenebrae when I’m going to get rid of it anyways?” He said before walking back to the front of the teacher’s table.

“If anyone has paid attention to Introduction to Tenebrae, they will remember that each type of tenebrae has a distinguishment between them. Even though it is small, it provides for a large difference. Portan is an elemental tenebrae that depends on the ocean or sea, whatever you call it, as a source of survival. As such, no matter how strong you are, the abundance of the sea is so plentiful that recovering or attacking for it, is of incredible speed.” Mr Bowle added. Glancing at his wristwatch, he realized that the students had only one week to prepare for the trip.

It was very last minute, he thought to himself but most of the other teachers had voted to have the trip just as the new semester started. “Also, considering the short-noticed trip, I will warn you that we will be leaving exactly at 10 o’clock in the morning. If anyone is late, you are welcome to stay at home or get there yourself,” Mr Bowle said before using his index finger and thumb to rub at the slight stubble that has been growing on his jaw for awhile. “Do keep in mind that this trip does not only consist of this group but students of the other grades, as well. As such, I expect the best behaviour from everyone here.”

 

[Aster]

• Bennett Atticus Miles •

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Interactions: Louis s e v e n
Mentions: Persephone Makomin
Location: Classroom
Post: 1

It was the start of a new term; and for some, it was their first day in Requiem Academy. The ceaseless buzzing of the classroom and the unlimited amount of energy the students contained increased as the their Elemental Anima teacher - Mr. Christian Bowle - had yet to make an appearance. Joining the cordial atmosphere was young Bennett Miles who had dashed down the hallways, skidding to a stop at the threshold of classroom 3-A.

The heels of his sneakers shrieked in protest and with a hand grabbing the doorway, the young freshman caught his balance. His hair was a tousled mess from his run and given the haphazard use of his anima, he was well out of breath as well. Out of breath, but not yet exhausted. Excitement kept him bouncing on his toes and he entered the classroom with a wide, pearly-white grin. His tie was lopsided and the cuffs of his blazer rolled up to his sleeves.

Cobalt eyes washed over the classroom, looking for familiar faces as well as an empty seat. In all honesty, Bennett hadn't expected to find any. He was new, not only to Requiem Academy but the whole city as well. Being raised in the country there was a lot for the male to explore and see. Things seemed so much more grander and every little spectacle filled him to the brim with enthusiastic glee. Like a child on Christmas morning, Bennett was thrilled to be where he was now.

He always had high hopes in becoming a Magister, right from the very first time he saw them being broadcasted on television. Heroes with super power abilities defending humanity from the evils known as the Tenebrae, emerging victorious every time was inspiring to any young boy or girl. Bennett was no different.

Being born as one of the Gifted was one thing he could never be more grateful for. After years of waiting, he was finally a step closer to his dream. Just entering the grounds of Requiem Academy was enough to move the male to tears (he hadn't cried of course). He was determined to make his years in the Academy count. Gifted or not, the fees to enroll were a hefty sum which Bennett's parents had smartly saved up for since his birth.

The sight of red caught his eye and another flush of color layered itself onto his cheeks. It was the girl Bennett had met during his enrollment: Persephone Vendegraft. She was pretty no doubt. Quiet, but kind enough to point out where to go when Bennett was lost and overwhelmed by how large campus was. She was one of the people Bennett would love to befriend, but being around her made him nervous; the kind of nervous one experiences when they're at the edge of a roller-coaster just on the brink of a plummet. However, Ben being Ben - someone who was far too inexperience in romance - only took the feeling as an upset stomach. Maybe I ate something wrong.

Taking an empty seat near the window side, he placed his things down and looked around. He waved at Persephone when he caught her eye and was about to start up a conversation with her until he noticed the familiar head of brunet curls.

"Louis?" he called out to the boy seated in front of him. "You're in this class too?" He stated more than asked, an affable grin making its way onto his face. A sense of comfort filled him, knowing that there was another person in the room which he knew somewhat. He particularly someone shy or had difficulties making new friends, but he was glad to see his newfound friend all the same.

The first time they had interacted was during the Imprinting process. Bennett had high hopes of owning a cool regalia like the Magisters he looked up to. A sword, a gauntlet; heck, even a crown would've been neat but it was just his luck that none of those items were compatible with his insignia. On a whim (and because he was running out of items to imprint on) the male had chosen his wristband and to his surprise (and slight disappointment) it had succeeded without a fail. He got over his disappointment rather quickly, knowing that now he could at least access his Anima.

Louis had been a different story. He was the second person to finish Imprinting after Bennett. A handgun glowed dully, almost as though sizzling from the heat of one's Anima, in his hand. With wide eyes and a curious mind, Bennett had blurted, "Hey, is that your Regalia?" which lead to the start of a pensive conversation.

Before Louis could even answer, the teacher stepped in and his dominating presence quieted the class to a low chatter. Leaning in his seat, Bennett whispered with a hand cupping his mouth so that his words were for Louis' ears only, "I'm glad you're here. Let's talk later!" He sat back in his seat, giving his full attention to Mr. Bowle.

It was barely the first day of the term and they were already diving straight into on-field training. The jump in difficulty rose some alarm among the first years in the class but was quickly silenced as Mr. Bowle raised his hands to hush the crowd. He reassured everyone that they would be in safe hands and each freshman would be under the supervision of a senior or teacher.

"You will all be separated into groups and you will defeat the Portans as a group. Weak as these Tenebrae may be, they are not to be underestimated. For those who are still new to their anima, this would be a good opportunity to test out your abilities in the field. Your teammates will be there to support you and the teachers will step in if you're ever in danger," Mr. Bowle explained, drawing out the team formations and where each supervisor would be situated on the board.

"Seeing how we only have one week to prepare for the trip, there's no time to waste. We'll splitting you up according to your Anima types. Those with Arcane Anima are to go down to class 2-B. You'll be under Mr. Wolf. Those with Physik, please sit on this side of the room." A hand gestured to the right side of the classroom, "And those with Elemental, this side. For those in Elemental, I'll be the one instructing you for this term."

Bennett, who was already sitting at the right end of the classroom remained in place. He watched as Louis moved seats and wondered with curiosity who their Physik teacher was going to be. It was only the first day of class and he could already predict the endless hours of training and studying.

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[s e v e n]

Louis Blutmond

"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you"

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Mood: Nervous, Enthusiastic
Location: Classroom
Post: 01
Tags:
☘ Interactions: Bennett Aster
☘ Mentions: Persephone Makomin

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Saying that he wasn’t nervous would be a major lie. Not only Louis might as well be crowned King of Awkward, the sight of that many people highly intimidated him. The idea that from now on he’s on his own, no Camilla by his side for what would seem like ages…Camilla. A gentle tug nudged at his heart for the sudden image of his younger sister, lying on the bed with a wide smile spread on her young freckly face as she waved and bid him goodbye. If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be here. For all the journey towards Requiem Academy, she was all he could think of. One second he was almost tempted to jump in and make the cab driver throw the wheels. But then he’d serve no use to his sister anyway if he’s dead. Could she survive on her own? Would she? She would. She promised. And he also promised to come back home and see her once it’s all over.

On the other hand, a part of him, however, jolted up right in the idea of making new friends, getting to know people from all across the country. Imagine all the endless possibilities! As a child, Louis hadn’t got to interact with many other children. Going into balls and family meetings is not socializing. Expected to wear ties, sit tight and stay silent unless told otherwise. Where’s the fun in that? Now he would get to meet all children around his age bearing so many different backgrounds, people being viewed regardless of their status and wealth. Just look at all the fancy colored hairs, all the different ethnicities, all the swoon worthy guys… No Louis. Get your head in the game.

As much as Louis felt the overwhelming temptation to approach any person within his one meter radius, a part of him called common sense decided that it’s probably not the brightest of ideas. Despite his undeniable excitement upon stepping through the majestic gates of the Requiem Academy, the moment he was faced through reality, it was as though all his confidence had been drained off him like a water from a sponge. What if people don’t like him? What if he overdressed? What if he accidentally left something at home? It was something way possible for someone like Louis Blutmond. At this point, where his priorities should be placed upon his wallet and phone, they instead lied on a single unloaded handgun and a duck. Believe him, Louis would rather leave without his beanie than his duck, and that says a lot.

Camilla told him that the first thing he would need to do when he gets there is make friends. And by the sight of it, things weren’t going so well for a start. Most people had already seem to know each other, and approaching someone by random can either be jackpot or his worst nightmare. Call him lucky, but right before the moment Louis decided to do something stupid and just take his chances, the boy felt a light tap on his shoulder. It was another boy, roughly his age as well, fairly good looking and admired his regalia. If only he knew how it came to be… Nonetheless, from there on out, he knew he was safe. That for some reason he was unsure of, Louis knew that this boy, Bennett Miles, would play a significant role in his brand new life in Requiem Academy.

His first schedule of the day caught his attention. As much as he was enthusiastic to learn how to control his anima (it would be just like superheroes! How cool is that?!), Louis felt a tinge of uncertainty, a spark of fear of what if…what if it would end up just like- He decided not to think about it. Entering his first class feels like taking a giant step into his new life. It was nothing out of the ordinary, oddly. It was…a class. A board, chairs, windows. No giant glowing orbs floating everywhere, no scary hippogriff heads hanging by the walls- It’s just a classroom. The brunette was unsure whether this sight disappointed him or eased him slightly. Taking a seat, Louis contemplated whether or not to interact with anyone at all. They all seemed nice, just like regular students. By the end of the class, near the windows, sat a girl with blazing red hair. He could’ve sworn he remembered her earlier as her fiery hair is not one he’s seen to commonly in everyone. He wished he had more interesting colored hair.

The second advice by Camilla rang in his ear: Don’t act stupid. Wait no, that was the third advice; the second advice was: SHUT UP. That’s it. Shut up. Don’t talk. The moment his mouth opens, all hell breaks loose. It was true, nonetheless, Louis was so close of commenting about how stupidly ordinary this class was out loud, despite people who may not even be listening. So deciding that he take it easy for a first, Louis smiled at the redheaded girl before sitting on an empty seat closest to him, pulling out his phone. Camilla must want to know about him right now. Even if she doesn’t, he’d like to assume she does. So putting his phone out by an arm distance, the boy began to take numerous selfies and sent them off to his younger sister, then commenting about how plain the classroom was. He just spared his whole classmates of his stupid statements, at least.

But just when he decided to take another selfie, he noticed a familiar face just at the corner of his screen. Louis turned back and instantly it was as though light shone at his face. Finally someone he knows…ish. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. He had made a friend! Just as Louis was about to respond, however, footsteps rang into the classroom as it spontaneously fell silent. It was a close call! Imagine the shame he would have to bear if he had spoken out loud when the class had quiet down. Once again, Camilla’s advices had saved him. Louis gave Bennett a smile and a thumbs up before shifting his attention towards their new teacher.

The moment Mr. Bowle said something about crabs, Louis felt a shiver run up his spines. A crab. Does it really have to be a crab? Not only are they faced with such a tremendous obstacle so early on their school year (even, it was only his first day!), he was forced to fight not only a crab, but also a gigantic crab? Louis was so close of storming out the class and just run his way back home when his last advice from Camilla rang: stay safe and graduate for me. Pouting, Louis decided to sit his semi-hovering butt back down again. It couldn’t be that bad…right? Maybe as a first year he’d just have to watch from the distance while other badass seniors take it down. All he needed to do is try his best not to puke.

When he heard the announcement of moving based on animas, Louis felt a struck of panic. Wait. What anima was his again?. Earth, if he wasn’t mistaken. And what is Earth again? Louis glanced around before rising from his seat. Uhh Earth Earth Earth….Elemental! Louis stopped himself just as he nearly passed the door before he turned and sat back down on the respective side. God that was embarrassing. So they began, their first day in their first class of Requiem Academy.​

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[M Y S T I]

akina kanashimi

"Your face is one only a mother can love...

and one I'll never forget."​

"Get out of my sight!"[/bg]

Akina strode through the front gates of Requiem Academy, purse in one hand and suitcase dragging behind her in the other. Something about coming to Requiem for another year was refreshing. Even though it was the same old boring classes and teachers, every year provided new opportunities for friends, fun times, and exciting love relationships... Akina kept thinking about what would happen on the highly anticipated first day of school. Passing by some freshmen, looking excited as she was 4 years ago, she simply tipped her sunglasses back, securing it on her face. Akina, wearing heels, was taller than she was... ever, making her intimidating outfit look even more intimidating, achieving her goal of turning heads on the first day of school, with her long pink hair and her unheard of height. She turned right, and headed towards the Syndicate house. in a couple seconds, (considering how fast she walks due to the span her legs go over).

She opened the door of the prestiged Syndicate house, and breathed in the memorable smell of the Syndicate house. When she took of her sunglasses and opened her eyes, her eyes were met with a disgusting combination of food stains, spiderwebs, and spoiled drinks. Akina gagged, and stumbled back and out of the Syndicate house. She grimaced, and headed to the dorm, where she was supposed to live. Reaching the building, she signed in with the main desk, and headed up the 2 floors that her room was on.

Reaching the room that she was supposed to live in, she opened the door with uncertainty of who her roommate was. She knew is was Kaia, but who was Kaia? Opening the door and seeing no one in, she pushed her bags in and closed the door behind her, ready to prepare before class started. In a couple minutes, she had already unpacked most of her suitcase, filling her closet completely. She, using her alteration, turned her suitcase into a pure-white duvet, and threw it onto her bed. Setting down her purse, she jumped onto her bed, and started searching around for the textbooks she'd need for her first class.

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[Polaris.]

Kaia Eden Nightingale
” Choose people who choose you so you can taste the loving fragrance of happiness. ♡ ” ​

Rambunctious: adj. marked by uncontrollable exuberance

The Queen of Mess, anyone close enough to Kaia knows how she handles herself outside was incredibly different to the state of her room. It had gotten so out of hand that she no longer has a bed to sleep in and thus Kaia is usually seen crashing at either Uriah and Rob’s place or sometimes, even Kaye’s. Many would confuse their relationship as something beyond friends but in Kaia’s eyes, they were family. They were the people she wanted to see when she wakes up and bothers before she goes to bed. This morning was no different with the female spending a night at Rob’s place, playing video games until past three in the morning and their score record was 77 to 78. She was going to beat his ass tonight, demanding a rematch because there was no such thing as losing in her dictionary. It didn’t help that they had a bet on whoever falls asleep first would buy lunch tomorrow. They had salsa and chips as snacks during the midst of their gaming but by four am, Kaia was falling asleep on the floor. “I see darkness!” she shouted dramatically. “I can’t open my eyes. We’ll have a rematch tomorrow...Love you Robbie.” Kaia mumbled sleepily, waving the imaginary white flag and laying on the floor with her hands wide open to her side. She somehow managed to wash up and climb onto his bed at night, falling asleep before Robbie. Screw the bet, she was going to buy him the cheapest thing on the menu tomorrow.

At exactly seven in the morning, her alarm blasted off singing the main chorus of a song,

“I'm in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I'm in love -”​

“I got it,” she announced, rolling over and turning off the alarm on her phone. Kaia sat up abruptly, her hair completely unruly with strands sticking in various directions. She dozed off for another ten minutes before she had the energy get up and grab her spare clothes from the top drawer that she shared with Uriah. With her school uniform and undergarments in her hand, the female walked into the bathroom. Kaia turned on her phone playlist, having it blasting in the shower probably waking Rob as a result. When she got out of the bathroom, the female already changed into the black and white plaided skirt, white dress shirt completed with the white blazer. Her tie was slightly loose and her hair was braided into two pigtails resting over her shoulder. She took forever putting on her make up ending it with dark crimson lipstick. Kaia grabbed the pair of fake glasses with a large frame she always wore at the beginning of the semester, going for the innocent and harmless look to new students.

If Kaia had to choose what she liked most, it would be the start of a new year because it was always the time where there were a new abundance of students who didn’t know her reputation. No wariness, so cute, like little lambs until meeting her or any of the trio of course. The best part was the initiation that had to be done for Pandora. She enjoyed getting free food and watching new Pandora kids get banned from one of the other affiliations forever. “How many students do you think will eat my cookies if I look like this?” she asked Robbie, pushing her glasses up against her nose bridge. “C’mon Robbie, wake up, it’s almost eight am.”

Once both were ready, they executed their usual morning ritual: to barge into Uriah’s dorm for breakfast unless they slept there overnight. Then they just hang around playing card games while Uriah made food. Whoever was Uriah’s roommate for the year, unfortunately, paid the price of a double but getting a quadruple in the end. “What is he making for breakfast?” Kaia asked as Robbie led the way. Even though it was her third year, Kaia still couldn’t remember directions anywhere. She required a GPS for everything and it was easier to just follow her friend. “I think I requested for an omelette?” They were slightly earlier today since it was the beginning of a semester term. Knowing them, eating would take forever and by the time they got to class, they’d either be late or it was over.

When they arrived, Kaia knocked on the door in multiples of three until Uriah opened up. She handed him the container of orange juice she snatched from Robbie's fridge with a bright smile. “Morning gorgeous,” she kissed him on the cheek before pulling him in for a hug. “Let’s have breakfast together!” Since inside the dorms were just bedrooms with no kitchen, breakfast had to be made downstairs in the dorm common area and then brought back upstairs or made beforehand and microwaved in the room. “Sorry we were up slightly late. Robbie took forever in the bathroom fixing his hair,” she teased the male, punching him lightly in the shoulder. “He couldn’t decide which gel he would rather use or if his hair was too delicate for gel,” she sighed exaggeratedly. “You know how it is.”

Kaia walked inside, noticing his new roommate on the bed. Inching over to his bedside, she peered over him, her pigtails falling down brushing over his cheeks. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was none other than the vice president of Genesis himself. “Oh heyyyy! Robbie, come look! It’s Zan. Awww, Uriah, you got a pretty cool roommate. Good morning grumpy,” she greeted him with the usual nickname, waving her right hand even if he didn’t see it. “Do you want to have breakfast with us? Say yes. It’ll be fun. Uriah’s cooking is to die for.”

Interactions: Uriah Makomin , Rob Skryx , Zander Elenion Aura
Mentions: Kaye Sasil
Mood: A Bundle of Sunshine

 

[Sasil]

~Kaye Nightingale ~
➣ This too shall pass.
➣ Interactions: Ajax Polaris.
➣ Location: AJ's room; Mood: Chipper
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The splitting beams from the suns rays greeted Kaye's face, a familiar smile spread across her dainty lips. Taking the time to open the blinds into her bedroom to allow the light to enter and embrace the room with the sunshine, kissing everything the light touched.Early morning, a perfect time for a cup of the bitterest coffee one could imagine while getting ready to enjoy the beginning of a great day. It was, after all, the first day of the new School year. Who knew what surprises could be in store for everyone. New students and new adventures. Everything could change, the game could all be tampered with.

It was both an exciting outlook and one that could be filled with hidden fear.

That fear though, Kaye wasn't going to allow to creep into her heart.

Stretching her arms above her head she let out a satisfied breath before getting up to start the day. It wasn't long till she started her normal morning routine. Having a shower, getting her clothes for the morning and make up routine. Everything was better when it was planned out and worked through. That was how Kaye felt anyways. If she had things planned that way she could know what free time she had to help others with their own problems. But there was also another reason why she liked plans and lists.

It was safe, secure. Something that Kaye strived for everyday.

It took no time at all to get ready with Kayes plannning and once she was ready, dressed in the uniform that all the students had to wear. With one last look in the mirror, making sure that her hair was looking good for the day and her make up was subtle but on point she finally grabbed her bag. Textbooks and her sketchbook weighed the tote bag down but Kaye hardly noticed as she swung it over her shoulder. Getting ready was a quiet matter hoping she wouldn't wake up her roommate, not everyone woke up happy like her.

Now she had another matter to attend to before she could go to class.

Getting up a certian Syndicate memnber who hated to get up for mornings. Sighing only slightly she walked towards the dorm that belonged to AJ. She knew he was probably in there snoring up a storm, dead to the world and having no real attention of going to class this morning. But that was why she was there.

Knocking on the door once, then twice she waited to hear something. Any kind of word that would let her know that he was actually alive but no such sound was given to her.

"AJ, I am coming in. Hopefully you have some kind of pants on." Kaye called to him, waiting one more moment before opening the unlocked door. Why he kept the door unlocked she wasn't sure but pushed the thoughts aside and went along into the room. It was a bit messy nothing to terrible that she wouldn't live in.

Taking one glance around the room her sights where set on the window blinds. One yank had the blind spring open allowing the bright morning sunshine to embrace AJ's room. "Good Morning AJ." she spoke earning nothing but an annoyed voice in return. Probably swearing at her in both his mind and in a mumble. "Come on we must head to class. Get dressed and we can go and get breakfest together if you want." She set her bag by the door leaning and getting his uniform for him to put on.

"God damnit Kaye! Why!?" He growled while Kaye placed his uniform on his lap as he seemed to slowly wake up from the dead to the world slumber.

"You know my reasons. Come on, we need to get going otherwise we are going to be late." Kaye gestured to the clock before crossing her arms over her chest. Watching him.

"What, do you wanna stay and stare? Do you like me?" He asked stopping at putting his arms in his shirt while Kaye simply tilted her head to the side smirking in his general direction.

"Am I making you uncomfortable AJ?" Kaye asked.

"Sure, just sit and stare. Whatever." He grumbled starting to go about his business, unable to keep her small laugh under control Kaye quickly turned her head only glancing at him a moment.

"If I leave for a moment you will crawl out the window, don't lie and say you won't." That was exactly what she knew would happen.

 

[Elenion Aura]

Mood: Ready to begin
Location: Quinn's Room --> Anima Training Classroom
Interactions: Curtis
Mentions: Bennett
Tags: Aster

Quinn​

Earlier that morning, the Syndicate girl awoke in her room to the sound of silence. The outside world was still dark, save for a pale glow alighting upon the western horizon. She rose up, shuffling to the edge of her bed. The bottoms of bare feet recoiled instinctively from the cool tile floor of the dorms. A short while later she was showered, dressed, and sitting at her desk, ink pen in hand, scratching away at a piece of loose-leaf paper. When she'd finished, she stowed the note away in the top drawer of her desk, gathered her belongings, including a small leather-bound sketchbook tied shut with a length of twine, and set off to class. She checked the time: thirty minutes early. Perfect. It gave her plenty of time to observe the new bloods scurrying around campus.

As she walked, Quinn spotted a familiar face on her way to Anima Training. "Curtis, hey." She nodded in recognition as the two Syndicates drew near together on their walk to class. They talked a bit. Here and there. Nothing really of substance. Finally, Quinn asked,

"How's your cut?" To which Curtis assured her that it was nothing at all, just a scratch. Good, she thought. Exactly what she expected him to say. After all, it would take more than a few thugs at the docks to take down a Syndicate. Even so, Quinn couldn't help but feel a small swell of pride at her fellow guild-mate.

They entered through the Anima Training classroom's doorway one after the other, Quinn taking a seat near the middle of the room, as Curtis went his own way. Once she was situated and comfortable, she listened intently as Mr. Bowle spoke about his intentions for the class, and more importantly, the very first field trip of the year, which as it so happened was already fast approaching. It involved the beach, and doing battle with a sea-crab-like Tenebrae that was known to infest those waters. Quinn was thoroughly intrigued, if a bit bemused by the suddenness of it all.

So, the faculty were planning a field trip to the beach this early in the semester? Quinn found their hastiness surprising, considering the freshman had only recently imprinted, and had likely not even joined an affiliation yet. No matter. The prospect of fighting an elemental-type Tenebrae intrigued her, so she was sure to be in attendance. However, she was positive more information on the Beach Mission would present itself in due time. For now, Quinn wondered when the Anima Training class would actually live up to its name.

“Those with Physik, please sit on this side of the room."

Finally.

Without a sound, she slipped out of her desk situated in the middle-center of the classroom and slung her pack across her shoulder. The classroom bustled as students rearranged themselves as per Mr. Bowle’s instructions. Quinn took the brief stint of pandemonium as her chance to count the number of unfamiliar faces in the crowd: all of them freshmen. Fitting, really. All fresh-faced, blushing children. They wore excitement and naivete in equal measure. Quinn almost felt sorry for them. Almost. The Syndicate Prefect found her new seat on the Physik side of the room, placed her bag on the desk, and spent a few moments fixing any microscopic flaws in her school uniform.

Once she was satisfied with her outfit, Quinn turned her attentions to her hair. With a few quick touches, she assured herself that everything was in order, her ponytail was as it should be. Satisfied, once again, Quinn spent the remainder of her time half-listening to Mr. Bowle, and half-taking a measure of the room. She counted eleven Syndicates, seven Genesis, seven Pandorans, and five Elites. Several of the Magisters-in-Training were freshmen who had yet to be initiated, so she had to hazard a few guesses here and there. Even so, the Syndicate outnumbered the other two guilds by several students apiece. Although, half of the Student Council also sat among them, which, admittedly, could prove potentially problematic in the future.

A boy sat in the desk in front of her. He wore the look of a freshman well enough, if a tinge more excited to be there

than the rest. But, he was not in Syndicate, nor did he exude the kind of charisma that a Syndicate required, so she was not interested in knowing any more about him, except, perhaps what sort of Anima he possessed, and whether or not he’d become a threat in the future. Curtis sat a few rows behind her, and the Genesis Vice President sat a few more rows behind him. Throughout it all, Quinn kept tabs on the comings and goings, and made note of the Arcane students being sent off to another classroom, when the Physiks and Elementals had merely been split down the middle.

And... So it begins. Yet another semester at Requiem Academy. As Quinn gazed around the room, she couldn't help but wonder if this semester would be the semester that her name was called. Would this semester be host to her first examination since coming to the Academy? Possibly. The thought of it had once terrified and exhilarated her in equal measure, but now...

​

As she looked at the back of the boy's head in front of her, she wondered for a moment if he'd live out the semester. Or the year, perhaps? Maybe. If he was lucky. She didn't give him much more hope than that. One look and she could tell. He was not a fighter, and only fighters survive here. Quinn was a fighter. Syndicate was a guild of fighters, of survivors. When all else failed, when her own strength inevitably failed, Quinn could rest easy in the knowledge that, at the very least, her guild would live on even if she did not. In a place like the Academy, where one individual life means so little, the Guild means everything. Syndicate meant everything. And it would succeed, forever...

"Pay attention!"

Mr. Bowle must've noticed some of the students were dozing off, lost in their own daydreams, so he barked, and rapped against the teacher's desk with his knuckles, making a sound so loud it rattled Quinn to her core. She rose up in her seat, straight-backed and rigid like the metal desk she sat in. She paid fervent attention for the remainder of the lesson, all the while fighting the hot sting of redness away from her cheek at having been so publicly chastised, even if she wasn't the only one culpable of the crime. She'd make sure that it never happened to her again.

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[Aster]

• Curtis Laucron •​

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Interactions: - open -
Quinn Elenion Aura
Mentions: Ajax Polaris.
Location: Training Field
Post: 1​

Curtis liked a lot of things in the Academy: the 'freedom', the classes, the training, his affiliation, but out of all those things, morning classes were not one of them. Sure, he had no trouble rolling himself out of bed, despite his sore limbs protesting for more sleep. A splash of cold water woke him easily and the morning routine was carried out almost robotically. Brush, wash, eat, dress. Everyday repeated itself like a system.

But not today.

It was the start of a new semester and this time, Curtis no longer carried the burden of his affiliation's duties on his shoulders. It was always busier at the start of each semester, each affiliate eyeing the newcomers like fresh meat off the rack. It made him both curious and wary to see what Pandora was going to do this time; their marketing ploys had always proved a headache to the staff. Syndicate, however, was not something he was too worried about. Only the strong were able to join, given the difficult hazing process, and he wore his affiliate's badge like a crown.

Meeting Quinn along the way to class, he offered her a few words and reassured her that the cut was healing just fine. The fact that she cared to ask was touching. He took his seat near the end of the classroom, away and out of a particular blonde's range of sight. Ever since he had resigned from being vice president, one of his few 'friends' in Syndicate had been more clingy than ever. Just the thought of him made him sigh.

The bell chimes signalling the start of class and Curtis is reminded of his voice and his demands, persistent and dawdling. His eyes flicker briefly to the head of white slumped over the table, resting in lean arms. He's sleeping again, he thinks and exhales through his mouth. He pushes down the desire to nag. Not this time.

Mr. Bowle's voice fills the classroom and Curtis does his best to tune in to what he says. The promise of training quirks an almost wolvish smile onto his features. It stays, even as he shuffles to where the other Physik members were sitting.

"This semester, those in Physik will have Ms.Holts as your teacher." The smile on his face fades immediately. Her name registers in his mind like cymbals crashing to the ground. It shakes him but he continues to sit up straight in his seat, unflinching despite the goosebumps which appear on his arms.

"Your training will be held on the training grounds. I understand that most of you are new," Dark eyes flit over the freshmen's faces; this sem, most of them had Physik or Elemental animas, "So I'll be briefing you once more before you start." Mr.Bowle's voice rambles on, clear and cut but Curtis drones out recited lines. He thinks instead, about Ms.Holts and dread pools in his stomach.

When they were excused, the Elemental students left for the Safe Room with Mr. Bowle while the Physik students headed downstairs towards the Academy fields. The freshmen followed in a groups behind the seniors who took the lead. From the edge of his peripherals, Curtis could see their wide-eyed stares and excited chattering filled the hallways.

"Hello everyone!" Ms.Holts chirps in a voice which captures everyone's attention. The enthusiasm in it sends a chill down Curtis' spine as his gaze lowers to meet the woman with a voice higher than her height.

Catherine Holts is a pretty, young woman. Long platinum hair brushed down her back, slim limbs and a comely countenance. She stands at the height of most female students in the school and Curtis is reminded of the first time he had saw her. Like many others, Curtis had fell victim to her young looks, believing in her tease when she had told him that she was a student. Thinking back, he should've known better.

It irks him to be under such a shameless teacher but what was unnerving wasn't her personality, but the fact that she s known as one of the best fighters in Requiem. Curtis had found this out the hard way and it was the last time he had challenged a teacher to a duel. It haunts him, even to this day.

"I understand that most of you are new so let's start out with something easy," Ms. Holts chimes, clapping her hands together. She weaves herself through the crowd of students, large hazel eyes staring down at even the tallest of students. She catches Curtis' for a moment and instinctively, he averts his gaze to the ground, but doesn't fail to spy the small smirk on her face. How vexing.

"Everyone go into pairs and practice your Anima with each other. At the end of the class, each pair will test out their abilities on yours truly," she winks at the crowd and Curtis does his best not to cringe. The freshmen however, seem taken by her. "You have forty-five minutes to strategize a method to take me down. I'll be over there," she points at the high chair underneath the set-up umbrella, "If you need me." With a wide grin, she hops her way over, leaving everyone to their own devices. Somehow, Curtis is not surprised.

He sighs for the third time that morning and crosses his arms over his chest. Pairs huh, he thinks and wonders who he should work with.

 

[Elenion Aura]

Mood: Pissed off → cooling down

Location: Zander and Uriah's Room → Classroom 2-B

Interactions:Uriah, Rob, Kaia, Jasmine, Bobbi, Jensen

Mentions: Ophelia, Kai, Cerin

Tags: Makomin , Skryx , Polaris. , Aster , Sadistic Sweetheart , Finalizer , dwale

Zander Munroe​

"Well, for one I’m not an idiot."​

Fuck.


Was the first word that popped into Zander's head when he read the semester's roommate assignments. The Genesis VP was this close to graduation, only two semesters to go, so it only made sense that he should be subjected to torture of the cruel and unusual variety at least one more time. It took Jas and Bobbi's combined efforts before he finally calmed down about it. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, he remembered himself thinking. On this particular morning, he thought back on that day, and would've laughed out loud at his own naivete if he weren't so fucking pissed.

Still three quarters of the way asleep, Zander swiped blindly at the brunette hairs tickling his cheek. ”Kaia, get out.” He growled in a sleepy, almost playful voice, a microscopic smirk playing across his tan features. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know who it was. Who else would it be? Kaia’s presence didn’t bother him so much, but the people she hung around with… His new roommate among them. Them, he could do without. Like he was reading his mind, Rob approached, but more probably at Kaia’s behest. Zander’s eyes shot open and immediately locked on the blond Pandora punk. He didn’t say anything, didn’t have to. The look of disgust, mixed with a warning not to come one inch closer, said it all.

Sitting up on his still made bed—he never slept under the covers, too warm—Zander let out a big-mouthed yawn and propped himself up with his elbow as he scratched an itch on his chest, taking inventory of the room. He was still very much in a daze. Breakfast? Not with them. Zander glanced over at Uriah and Rob. Breakfast did sound nice, though. Wondering if he’d have enough time to grab a quick bite before class, he stretched out, reaching for the device plugged into the wall and resting on his nightstand, barely within reach. Pressing the home button, Zander winced as the screen blinked to life, the time displayed in large font across the top third.

”Oh s h i t.”

He was late. Really late. Throwing himself off his bed in his briefs and guinea tee, Zander whipped through his closet, pulling out a clean uniform and tossing it haphazardly on the bed. He pulled on his shirt and buttoned up to about halfway, practically jumped into his pants, and was in the process of pulling on his socks when he took notice of the fact that none of the other three students seemed the slightest bit concerned that they were all going to be late.

When he was dressed, for the most part, Zander moved toward the door, his tie draped over his shoulder—he’d tie it on the way. One of the trio, apparently just as shocked by his punctuality as he was by their nonchalance, asked him why he cared about being on time to class. Door in hand, Zander looked back, "Well, for one I’m not an idiot." He half-smiled at Kaia, glared at the other two, and slammed the door shut.

Zander arrived at the classroom with seconds to spare, finding his crew, and a seat, near the back of class. Mr. Bowle walked in shortly thereafter, and Zander zoned out, cradling his chin in his palm, as he spoke, catching bits and pieces here and there. Something about beaches, crabs… His eyes fluttered, then snapped abruptly open at Mr. Bowle’s rebuke. When it came time to separate by Anima Type, Zander instinctively headed toward the Physik side, stopping when he felt Jas’ hand on his arm.

”We’re over here, Zan.”

It took him a moment, but Zander remembered. He was Arcane this semester, a fact that bothered him a lot more than it probably should have. With his head hung a little lower than it had been previously, Zander fell in line behind Jasmine and Bobbi and the rest of the Arcane kids as they marched to classroom 2-B, finding Jensen in the crowd of Elemental kids. The two boys shared a curt nod before Zan was out the door and catching up to the others. Bowle’d said that they would have class with somebody named Mr. Wolf. Zander had heard the name before, but couldn’t put a face to it, try though he might. He sidled up next to Jas and Bobbi, leaning down to whisper as they walked.

”Who the hell is Mr. Wolf?”

When they eventually did reach 2-B and filed in one-by-one, Zander found himself heading up the rear of the pack, and took this opportunity to scope out some of the kids in his class. He noted a bunch of Syndicate kids: the cute one, the blonde one, the little one, the one who… Eh, he couldn’t remember anything else, except that he didn’t care. Other things required his attention than Who’s Who of Arcane Nerds.

Zander had always been Physik. He loved that shit, and frankly couldn’t imagine what an Arcane class even entailed, let alone a whole semester. Least of all, what was he supposed to do the whole time? Meditate? Open his Third Eye? No thanks. Zander crossed his arms in his seat near Bobbi and Jas, and likely any other Genesis in Arcane class. He was too tired for this.

Guuuuurgh

Annnd there goes his stomach. Great. He’d get to sit through some boring lecture about chakras and the power of belief instead of hitting things on an empty stomach. Perfect. Just perfect.

 

[normal]

jack kim

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Jack's first break-up was disheartening, and the fact that it happened right before the first day of school made it seem so much worse; but the blueberry pancakes he was scarfing down sure helped. He made sure to drench the pancakes in syrup, before cutting them up into bite-sized pieces; eating them relentlessly, gazing into the wall with a blank stare. He was probably receiving a weird look or two from his new roommate, but he didn't care.

After he finished eating his feelings, he threw his trash away and gave Ethan a look that read 'I don't want to talk right now' as he woke up. And boy, did that guy love to talk. Especially when it entailed bad jokes about electricity and lightning or teasing him about his boyfriend—or—ex-boyfriend now, Niko. Yep, it's definitely gonna be a long year.

Hopping and weaving through his roommate's dirty clothes and trash that was left on the floor for Jack to trip over, he took a shower and changed into his uniform. He picked up his bookbag and departed, leaving an extra blueberry pancake in the room for his roommate.

Jack arrived at a school bathroom that was down the hall from classroom 3-A, the designated sort of orientation room for the first day of school. It was crowded, and it gave him a bit of anxiety, but he couldn't be bothered.

'Wow... I look like I just got hit by a truck,' He gazed at himself in the mirror. 'I guess that's what happens when you get dumped.' He detached himself from the mirror and started to leave, before rolling his eyes and stopping to face himself in the mirror again. 'Damn, I'm so dramatic. It was mutual... Yeah—he's not a bad guy.' He peered further into the mirror. 'My skin looks pretty good today though.' And with that, he whisked himself away into the designated classroom.

When Jack walked in, he was immediately hit by a flood of faces that almost overwhelmed him. Some he missed greatly, and some that were less than savory. His eyes turned the slightest bit red and threatened to tear up, and he hurried to a seat at the back.

'God, what's wrong with me.' He instinctively looked around to make sure no one was ogling him. Of course, there were a few. The newest arrival was always ogled, especially if they were cute, he even had to admit to doing it. 'Looks like Niko isn't here, yet.'

He searched the crowd of students and recognized one boy that almost brought a smile to his face out of pure 'awwwwww'. Bennett, a freshman that Jack ran into in the hallway one day at freshman orientation. Jack was a prefect, so he was required to attend. The main job of the prefects was to basically be the directory; to help the new arrivals find everything. At his post, he heard a loud crash next to him, and Ben was lying there, ensuing a panic in Jack.

Jack narrowed his eyes on his several bandages and scars. 'Poor boy... still hasn't gotten used to his anima.'

His attention was finally drawn by the woman who was to be his teacher, as a Physik student. She instilled some kind of uneasiness in Jack. Maybe it was how young she looked, maybe it was the way she spoke, but she definitely wasn't getting his vote for teacher of the year.

"Everyone go into pairs and practice your anima with each other." These words evoked an ugly feeling inside Jack. He knew the physik class didn't house many students that he was fond of, and that were fond of him, so his eyes immediately darted to Ben who, to his delight, was a physik student. He quickly shuffled over before anyone else had the chance to and put on his signature charismatic smile.

"Hey! Bennett, right? Do you want to practice with me?"

tags || fancries1 «ethan»
Aster «ben»

location || dorm room - school restroom - classroom 3-a

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[Polaris.]

A J A X
" Now you're just somebody I used to know "

Ephemeral: adj. lasting for a very short time.

Peace in solitude, that was what Ajax desires most of the time. Laying supine on the cold rough concrete floor on the rooftop, he gazed up at the stars watching them dazzle. With so many things moving back and forth and disappearing from his life, these stars were the only things he trusted to remain constant. Still. Timeless. It was always during the nightfall where thoughts roam, emotions surge, yet serenity ends it all with a glance up above. A reminder that nothing is controllable and that was okay. Time won’t stop for a measly human. Ajax had everything he could have wanted in life: food, naps, Kai, and now thank the fucking lord, a double replacing his previous triple. Best of all, Ajax doesn’t have a roommate which meant Kai can sleep over whenever he wants to with one golden rule. No fucking in Ajax’s room. Ever.

While it felt like ten minutes, Ajax has been dazing off, looking skyward for a good three hours thinking about absolutely nothing worthy. One would assume he was in deep thoughts with the constant furrow of his brows, pondering on the philosophies of life but really, he just couldn’t decide what he wanted for dinner tomorrow. He still had some fish from the last quest he went on with…some pink hair girl. He suppose they could have salmon again for the tenth time this week. Finally when he was confident with his food choice, the platinum blonde got up and decided it was time for his second favorite thing to do in life. It was bed time. He strolled quietly into his guest room in Syndicate, since it was closer and he didn’t feel like walking back to his dorm, and removed articles of clothing the moment he closed the door behind him. He picked and dumped them in the laundry bin before hitting the shower at night. Ajax had the decency to sleep in his boxers instead of butt naked because he knew Kaye was going to terrorize him in the morning. He couldn’t let what happen freshman year repeat itself. He never knew a naked body could cause a female to shriek so loud. If Ajax was lucky, which he never was for he had the shittiest luck ever, Kaye would forget about him and let him rest in peace. Crawling into bed, Ajax covered every inch of himself under the blankets before drifting away peacefully.

At exactly, eight twenty one in the morning, he heard knocking on his door but made no effort to get up or answer it. Leave it alone, they’ll go away, his alter ego comforted the male back to sleep. But upon hearing her voice, he stirred awake, his eyes half-lidded. His mind was cloudy with sleep and sure enough, his friend invited herself inside. There was a reason why Ajax slept with the the blankets over his head. It was because Kaye would open up all his blinds, curtains, allowing sunshine to flow through gracing him its unwanted presence. “God dammit Kaye. Why?” he grumbled, sinking further into his bed. Fuck. This. Who decided to have class at an ungodly hour? He heard soft sounds of footsteps, shifting in movements just as she dropped his uniform onto his lap.

If Ajax was in the student council, he would advocate to have class start at 3 in the afternoon, after his afternoon nap. The male finally peeked his head out from the pillow with an irritated scowl on his face. Many have given up on him but Kaye stuck around like glue and Ajax wasn’t too sure whether he appreciated or wished she would leave him alone. Removing himself from his mattress, the Syndicate president rolled out of bed and quickly washed up in the bathroom. He meandered back slowly to the bedroom with a slight slouch of exhaustion. Finally, Ajax pulled on the black slacks before grabbing his dress shirt. He stopped midway from dressing, turning to Kaye with an eyebrow raised. “…You’re still here? Are you going stay and stare?”

"Am I making you uncomfortable AJ?" Kaye retorted.

"Sure, just sit and stare. Whatever,” he shrugged, tossing the air restraining tie away before flinging his black blazer over his shoulder.

"If I leave for a moment you will crawl out the window, don't lie and say you won't."

He paused, slowing turning towards her with a straight face but they knew each other long enough that nothing he says fazes her. If there was an Ajax quiz, Kaye would have gotten 100% because the moment she leaves, Ajax would run for it. “You don't trust me,” he stated as a matter of fact. It wasn't at all a sudden realization but even so, he found it amusing that she knew him like the back of her hand. He snatched up his black messenger bag, putting it over his shoulder. His bag contained really only his laptop, one notebook, and one black pen and Ajax knew by the end of the semester, most of the pages in the notebook would be use to make paper airplanes.

"Let's go then," he told her once he slipped on his shoes. "Wouldn't want to make a perfectionist late.” It wasn't a taunt nor a jab but just something he noticed. Kaye always wanted to be on time to everything and Ajax was the complete opposite. Everything is done on his time and on his terms thus the male is casually late to practically everything except for lunch and dinner. They walked side by side in silence unless Kaye started a conversation with Ajax nodding or giving her sounds of acknowledgement here and there. Once they took a step into class, it seemed like they were just on time and like always, he sat in the back in hopes he could doze off during lecture. With a notebook on top of his head to avoid being seen and his cheeks against the cold metal tabletop, Ajax closed his eyes and when he woke up, it was the sound of Mr. Bowle’s resonating voice penetrating his eardrums. He blinked sleepily twice, hearing something about a field trip and a crab killing spree before he closed his eyes again but this time, using his right arm as a pillow. The second time, the shuffling of feet woke him up but luckily for the male, he was already on the right side of the room so he doze off once more. The third time was when Ajax heard an unwanted name, Catherine Holts.

This jolted Ajax upright immediately, his hand barely catching the notebook that threatened to fall off his hair. His eyes flickered left and right, scanning the room for her presence but breathing a sigh of relief when he didn’t see her. Fuck, she even haunts me in my sleep, he mentally cursed. Soon, students were required to leave to their respective field. Ajax usually had a love-hate relationship with anima training. Ever since he got transferred to Physik, Ajax had to bid adieu to Kai and Axel (though he was glad to get away from the latter). While he enjoyed it, Physik classes required effort and he always got an earful for not putting in his a hundred percent. He yawned, getting up from his seat and lagged behind, being one of the last one to enter the Academy Fields. To his surprise, it was indeed Catherine Holts standing in front of them beaming, crushing dreams, and enchanting the freshmen. He tore his gaze away, not wanting to be any closer to the unsettling teacher. At the mention of beating hers truly, he rubbed his temples. How…troublesome.

His cerulean hues roamed the field but it finally landed on one specific male who Ajax had been playing hide and seek with for a while now. Looks like I win, Curtis. He approached the male from behind and if Curtis knew he should have made a run for it.

“You unfaithful fucker,” his arms swiftly flung over Curtis’s shoulder. A miniscule smirk briefly appeared on his visage before disappearing just as quickly. He would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the male. After a year of playing fetch, Ajax was suddenly alone without his usual right hand man. Choosing a new one had been difficult and exhausting, frankly, he just wanted Curtis back. Usually it was Ajax who did the hiding but he then realized that chasing someone could be just as fun. But he was getting weary of hunting. He gently touched the male’s jawline, tilting it so they’re face to face with one another. The tenacious silver orbs were only slightly shorter by a few inches and Ajax’s lips quirked faintly hinting a smile. “How long did you think you could hide from me? Hmm?”

And he swore he could hear Curtis’s voice in his head. Hide from you? How about forever dickhead?

But nevermind that for now, he knew he was going to need time to ease Curtis back to Syndicate. The male had always been stubborn and Ajax had time on his side. “So, partners. You and me.” It wasn’t a question or a request. It was a firm declaration something Ajax had gotten used to being a Syndicate president.

Interactions: Kaye Sasil , Curtis Aster
Mentions: Axel s e v e n , Kai Sadistic Sweetheart
Location: Training Field
Mood: sleepy Wryly Amused

 

[Aster]

• Bennett Atticus Miles •​

⎒

Interactions: Jack normal
Mentions: None
Location: Training Field

People paired up left and right and before Bennett could even turn to ask, he was greeted by an open-mouth grin from an Asian ravenhead, just a few inches topping him in height. He recognized the face immediately, eyes lighting up as he exclaimed on reflex, "Hi! You're the one who helped me yesterday! I never had the chance to properly thank you for these," he shoved the sleeves of his uniform up, scrunching them past his elbows to show the colored band-aids which were carefully placed over his scabs and bruises.

His grin was boyish as he shoved his hands back into his pockets, continuing with a jubilant and earnest, "so yeah, thanks Jack!" The smile on his face froze as slight confusion marked his face. "It was Jack, right? Right?" he seemed to be asking himself more than the male. When his answer was confirmed, there was visible relief on his visage.

"Oh good," he sighed, agreeing to pair up with Jack. "I haven't really gotten the hang of my anima yet but I can move to places super fast!" he explained, bashful when admitting his faults. "I just, uh, can't control where I move to yet." Yet, he repeated determinedly in his mind, vowing to master it eventually. Hopefully eventually came soon.

"So what's the plan? I'm not actually sure what we're supposed to be doing," he confesses, cheeks reddening as he averts his eyes to the pairs around them. They seemed to be chattering; discussing in low voices what to do, devising their plan of attack. Some were already practicing, claiming dummies on the training field. His eyes trailed onto their assigned teacher.

She was seated on a high chair, legs crossed, with sun shades on ('where did that come from?' Ben wonders but not aloud) sipping a colored beverage which looked like punch (Again, when did she find the time to get that?!). It seemed to him like the students weren't the only ones looking forward to the beach trip.

• Curtis Laucron•​

Curtis had his attention taken elsewhere. He was searching the crowd for Quinn, hoping to pair up with her for the training assignment. They had did fairly well taking out a gang of ruffians on their own just a week ago and he was curious to see if their chemistry in combat would give them the leverage they needed to survive against Catherine Holts. Survive and not defeat; because as ambitious as Curtis was, he kept his goals realistic. Even with the whole class against her, the gold tier Magister could easily hand their asses back to them in no time. Curtis would know, much to his shame. He involuntarily shivered at the memory.

Spying Quinn, before Curtis could call out to her, he felt an arm fall lax around his shoulder before tightening into an inescapable grip. From the weight and gesture alone, he could tell who it was before he even opened his mouth to speak. Shit. He had forgotten all about the change in classes, the same way he had forgotten the low hum of Ajax's voice and how the term of endearment (to Ajax, 'fucker' was a good thing and Curtis would deny that he had picked that up from him) rolled off smoothly from his mouth, despite the harsh syllables. In his mind, he echoed his words.

"You're one to talk," he growled under his breath, shoving the blonde's arm off him with a shrug of his shoulder. He refused to meet his eye, refused to give him the respect he once used to deserve. A year ago, Curtis would've followed Ajax to ends of the earth, beat up anyone who posed a threat, done things no one else would've even dreamed to do, and all it would've taken was one word from him. He was willingly at the blonde's beck and call, with high expectations only to be met with greater disappointments. The man he had looked up to once, abused his loyalties and crushed whatever pedestal Curtis had put him on, for Curtis was a fighter, not a maid. He stepped up to face challenges, to be a leader to guide and train, to be a confidant for his President and instead he spent his past year keeping the Syndicate house clean, buying groceries, handling paperwork and obligations in Ajax's place. A year wasted.

"I was hoping forever, dickhead," he growled, face turned by gentle fingers. They were smoother than his own calloused ones, and Curtis was reminded why. He doesn't do anything, that's why. Silver eyes narrowed and he took a step back, needing the distance to breathe. (Something he could never do when Ajax was around; he was suffocating.)

"Why the fuck would I want to partner up with you?" A year ago, those words would've filled him with pride. Now, he all but snarled, crossing his arms over the broad of his chest. He didn't reject it; not outright, at least. The answer given was reasonable: everyone else had already found a partner, and Curtis was left with little choice. He sighed, the crease between his brows deciding to take permanent residence on his face.

"Goddess be damned," he cursed, streaking his hands through his hair. "Fine," he said at last, word thrown to the dust in grudging defeat. "But we'll follow my plan. Not that you'll think of one," the last part for him to hear only.

"This is what we'll do..."

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Interactions: Ajax Polaris.
Mentions: Quinn Elenion Aura
Location: Training Field

 

[Polaris.]

A J A X
" Now you're just somebody I used to know "

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Insouciance: n. casual lack of concern; indifference.

Ineffable feelings played on his features at the recoil of Curtis’s shoulder and the cold brush off of his arm. But a lingering smirk took its place and Ajax didn’t seem at all affected by his companion’s reaction. Why would he? Profanities were exchanged as greetings and the real talk was happening now. He only looked more smug when the voice in his head matched the growls of his friend and Ajax knew then, that he still knew this male like the back of his hand. Although it would be more interesting to know how he has gotten so good at avoiding Ajax or better yet, where the fuck was he hiding? But Ajax had excelled in the art of patience and waiting wasn’t a problem for him. In due time, he’ll get his Vice President back. He was completely sure of it.

Ajax looked around and his hand gestured towards the coupling of crowds, splitting groups into duos and once again, blue locked with pearly silver. “Who else would you partner up with?” The choice was obvious. He only had two option and it was between the evil witch of the west or the sweet platinum blonde male standing in front of him. Curtis succumbed, relented thus earning Ajax another score on his record. Ajax 1. Curtis 0.

At the demanding tone, Ajax merely nodded.

“Sure Curt, whatever you say,” he uttered a nickname bestowed from the time they had met in class.

Curtis had speculated that they were going to be completely demolished by the Gold Tier magister to which Ajax shrugged and agreed. There was no way to win but one didn’t have to win, they just had to pull through and survive. The plan was for Ajax to act as support which was definitely a win-win situation in his mind. Curtis doing all the grunt work while Ajax boosting his speed to gain advantage was smart. The problem with the plan was that it required complete concentration from the blonde and any distraction will result in a slower yet still fast Curtis. While controlling inanimate objects was easy as blinking, when it came to those with sheer willpower and thoughts, it was always a pain to change direction or magnitude. It required more power, more effort, more concentration, and everything that Ajax didn’t like doing even if he would.

“Change then,” Ajax suddenly spoke just as it dawned on him that the statement might have had a double meaning. “I mean transform to your form, don’t strip here though I guess I don’t have any complaints against it.”

Watching the ears and tail form, taking its shape had always been fascinating to him no matter how many times he has seen it. The protruding features made Curtis look more delicate though Ajax was sure the male disagreed and would face death before saying it.

With Curtis in position to practice and the second before he dashed with full power, Ajax boosted his velocity keeping his eyes trained until it was difficult to see the running chimera male. When Curtis came back after a quick test run, the blonde realized the one issue with their idea. “We’ll be fucked if she takes me out first.” And knowing Catherine Holts, she could take both of them on with her eyes closed. Ajax thought for a moment, “It’ll have to be a surprise attack. You will blind her and I’ll support you with whatever I can.” With Ajax, anything can be used as a weapon whether it’s a sharp pebble laying innocently on the floor or a single leaf fallen from its nest. As long as he can be a distraction, Curtis would be his ammunition.

Interactions: Curtis Aster
Location: Training Field
Mood: Still Wryly Amused

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[Makomin]

Octavius Harred

Interactions: Open
Mentions: None so far
Location: Classroom 2D
Post(s): 01
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Octavius Harred was one to actually enjoy early mornings. He has always liked starting his day early. It conditioned him to actually have a progressive day. If it was up to the male, he would probably only stay in his room with Rex whilst eating potato chips.

Currently, the male had just finished bathing and was currently only wearing his baby blue bath robs. In his mouth was his toothbrush and he generously moved it as to ensure his teeth was as white as it could be on the first day of the semester. After awhile, a whine was heard from his bed and he turned to find his Golden Retriever almost cradling the stuff bunny that his friend, Khione, had gotten for him on his fifth birthday. The brunette smiled before saying aloud, "It'll only take a few hours, Rex."

He then proceeded to get himself cleaned off before making his way to class.

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The hallways were filled with the now usual crowd of students headed towards their respective classes. He wondered what they were allowed to use their anima on the first day of class. Of course, it had to be with reason but he knew a few teachers who didn't really encourage the use of it because some students tend to place too much into the small training.

When he reached the class, he took a seat at the back before folding the piece of permission slip into halves and sliding it into his back, and as expected, the class were to divide into three parts, according to their anima. "Arcane anima here," a voice clear as running water said and the male looked up to find a rather mixed-Asian looking teacher with long black hair that reached just above his waist. The glasses he worn was made of a simple metal frame that was held together by yet another smaller metal piece screwed to both ends of the frame. He seemed out of place, other than their other Elemental teacher as well, due to the red scarf tied around his neck. One may think it doesn't seem out of place but his attire seemed as though he was getting ready for the winter.

Harry Wolfe always wore a brown coat on himself. Alongside his pair of blue jeans and work shoes. Octavius remembered his seniors saying that if you find a teacher wearing a red scarf along his neck and a long winter coat, he was sure to bring almost hell to you. In a sense, many said that he was indeed more ruthless than the infamous Elemental teacher, Christian Bowle but the other teachers would vouch for his sincerity in educating students. "Line up in a uniform order, two by two and head to Classroom 2D." Was all he said before he made his way respectively to the class itself.

The taller male of the rest stood up before following the teacher's instructions. Soon enough, students who possessed Arcane Anima were in Classroom 2D. When they reached, however, the chairs and tables that were supposed to be there were moved to the sides and the back with only Harry Wolfe himself standing in the middle of the classroom. "My name is Harry Wolfe. You may address me as Wolfe," he said with a slow pace, not slow that he sounded like he couldn't enunciate his words but rather, to give a more lasting impact and lingering feel to it. "If you are going to be present in this class with me, you ought to know that I don't appreciate late comers and students who go MIA most of the semester," he said before scanning the faces that were present with him in the class, "I will not hesitate to fail anyone of that like and will not be afraid to take more circumstantial action."

There was a long pause before he made his way to the front of the classroom. "Today is all about resistance of the brain," he continued before staring back at the middle of the classroom, gesturing everyone to line up in twos. "Arcane is defined literally as mysterious or of the secretive nature. If you cannot control your mind, you cannot control your anima." He said before asking, "Who can tell me the difference between a fiend and an undead tenebrae?"

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[Sasil]

~Kaye Nightingale ~​

➣ This too shall pass.​

➣ Interactions: Ajax Polaris. . ​

➣ Location: Classroom 2D; Mood: Curious Posts: 02​

"Don't trust you? With my life? Yes, I do. But trust you with not jumping from a two story building to get away from any type of work when you have been up all hours of the night? That I can see you doing. No questions." Kaye spoke, pretending to be offended by his words. A fake hurt look on her face before the familiar smile took over her features. Tilting her head to the side she shrugged.

"Come on, like you said. Don't want me to be late, that would make me go crazy...or something." It was a joke, a poorly made one but a joke. She never was as funny as her sister. Puns, quick thinking--that was all Kaia. No matter though, she tried and normally it at least got people to look at her for a moment or two.

With AJ cleaned, dressed and armed with the essentials one needed for class the two of them walked to class together. Kaye normally talked the whole time, she brought up the summer, the weather and her plans for cleaning the Syndicate house. It hadn't been done in a awhile, that she was sure. But it wasn't a bit deal. That was what she kept telling herself anyways. AJ was as quiet as ever, letting her talk and not giving her much more then two word answers. It was normal though, and hardly fazed Kaye.

That was the friendship, they had known each other for years and this was how it had gone for those years.

Once at the classroom Kaye had to bid AJ good bye as the two of them had been split up thanks to their animas being different. Kaye was now in Arcane, while it was weird to not be in the same class she had gotten used to it. It took hard work but it was work that she was willing to put the work into. After all, this was her special power, no one had it--she wanted to control it to its full capacity.

Work wasn't something she was afraid of, that was for sure.

Like always, Kaye was prepared. A book bag filled with a number of books, her sketch book tightly trapped between the information that was held between there pages. A laptop hugged the books in an embrace, an older one--she had had it for years and could use a little TLC but it got her work done so what was the point in buying a new one? No money could be spared for it, art supplies, school--it was first priority.

Even with having to wake up Aj, Kaye was able to make it to class with time to spare. Following her classmates to Classroom 2D they arrived in the oddly fashioned classroom. Her mind wondered why Wolfe would have pushed the desks and chairs off to the side but proceeded to trust the man, after all, he was scary. But a scary teacher that knew what he was going on about. She listened closely, letting her eyes fall on her classmates taking in who was there once more. Some where familiar faces, many where new, fresh faced little babies who seemed ready to run off if they had a chance. Others were determined, like the more senior students.
"Today is all about resistance of the brain, Arcane is defined literally as mysterious or of the secretive nature. If you cannot control your mind, you cannot control your anima. Who can tell me the difference between a fiend and an undead tenebrae?" Quick eyes scanned the room, almost like he was waiting for someone to spit the wrong answer out. Waiting, wanting.

Fiend, has the ability to manipulate the mind and subconsciousness. Also may have the power to inflict some kind of harm. An example, a Imp or incubus. While an Undead Tenebrae can be just as difficult if you have the power to control the undead they can prove a little easier. Also a little more durable then other types.

That would have been Kayes answer, if she had the courage to speak up. But rather then talk and give the answer, why wouldn't she allow one of the other students to talk? It was easier on her and would give a bit more insight on the other students in the class.​

 

[Makomin]

Uriah Kershaw

Interaction: Kaia, Rob and Zander.
Mentions: Polaris. , Rob Skryx and Elenion Aura
Location: Uriah and Zander's Dorm //// Academy Field
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The sound of sizzling bacon hitting the bottom of the steel frying pan a male held could be heard in the kitchen, maybe even the living room. Four slices of the juicy pork bit begin to shrivel up slightly as oil sizzle around each piece, with small bubble frothing a bit. The sight was normal for one Uriah Kershaw as he was used to waking up earlier than usual as a routine. He believed in home-cooked food as a source of happiness for one's stomach. Well, healthy home-cooked food.

Tips of blond hair were stuck to his forehead as he sweated slightly. He had not taken a bath yet as it was his practice to actually clean himself up only after he had completed all housework or even recreational activities. Uriah Kershaw used the frying spoon in his hand to scoop out the now crispy bacon bits into a plate lined with a sheet of paper towel before moving on to work on the eggs and french toast. He distinctively remembered that Kaia likes hers as an omelette while Rob was generally fine with anything. However, the latter's appetite was slightly bigger, as such, he prepared some scrambled eggs and a normal fried egg for him. As for his roommate....he thought that the standard scrambled one couldn't go wrong for anyone. After that, he begin work on four slices of French toast before placing each individual plating on the dining table, sure that they knew to eat even if he didn't tell them too.

He cleaned the dishes and the frying pan after that before making his way to the washroom to take a shower.
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Just as he got out of the bathroom, he heard the voice of his two best friends. Kaia was asking about her breakfast while Rob was bickering about his hair being fabulous as always, Uriah smiled before using the towel in his hand to wipe off the access of the water that was still in his hair after he had washed his hair. He then hung it up next to Zander's before making his way to the source of noise- Zander's room.

"Wake up, Zander. I made breakfast with you, filled with my love," Uriah grinned widely before flopping onto the male's single bed, effectively squeezing the two of them. Just as he was about to say something, the other male had realised that he had slept in only by the slightest before rushing his way to preparation.

The blond then turned to his friends before saying, "Omelette for Kaia and a fried and scrambled one for Rob." The trio then made their way to the dining room just as Zander left their dorms, leaving his plate untouched. "Well..." was all the male said before grabbing the plate and splitting his portion among the three. "I wonder who Catherine Holt is. She'll be teaching Rob and me Anima training," he said as he finished the last of his bacon bit. He then took a bite out of his French toast before making his way to the fridge, taking the lunch box he had prepared the night before for lunch today to warm up a bit.

Once he finished his serving, he noted that the time was already 9:10am. They were late.

"We need to go, guys. I heard that the teacher for Elemental anima training this semester is ruthless." He said before whispering into Kaia's ear, "But hot."

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After all the laughter and delay, the three of them finally reached their class and it was 9:30 am.

They were half an hour late.

Rob and Uriah were at the Academy Field while Kaia was on her way to the safe room.

When the two reached the field, everyone were in pairs and the teacher (who was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a beach hat) looked at the two of them who were late.

"We're in so much trouble." Uriah whispered to Rob with a laugh. How he could laugh was an entire other mystery.

 

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Louis Blutmond

"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you"

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Mood: Enthusiastic / Nervous
Location: Training Field
Post: 02
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☘ Interactions: Bob Skryx
☘ Mentions: Ben, Khione Aster , Kaia Polaris.

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Louis sat up straight on his seat, maybe too straight to his likings. All he knew was he wasn’t going to lose focus. That the first day is first impression and first impressions are the one that lasts long. He saw that few students shifted towards the Elemental side of the class, some he was familiar with others he doesn’t. Once everyone is in place, Mr. Bowl (Bowlee. Bowle. Bowle, his name is Mr. Bowle, Louis, damn it), clasped his hands together, his eyes scanning through the heads of freshmen and seniors…as though judging them. The brunette shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“Alright. Now that all you’re here, we’re off to training field. Come along,” their new teacher said, opening the classroom door and ushered out the students group by group. The Elementals, which were closer to the door, went out first. The brunette turned to his new friend Bennett and gave him a wave before they stepped through the halls. It would be lying if the Academy hadn’t amazed him. It was definitely huge for one. The halls seemed endless, doors were everywhere. He wondered if he would ever memorize them all. He heard Magisters were fairly uncommon, no wonder they were treated so well. The idea of soon starting their first anima training, it excites him. The Genesis boy was overwhelmed in enthusiasm, would’ve bounced up and down if he wasn’t trying so hard to keep his cool on his first day.

Soon, the group of students stood before a fairly large field. The area was roofless, dummies decorated the center. There are furnaces at the corner (fire element?) and a pond by the other (water. Definitely water). And the ground was bare. Fresh, earthly soil…it had never felt so welcoming. Suddenly, his enthusiasm was drowned in his own anxiety. Can he really do this? He doesn’t even know anything about his anima, and controlling it? Louis took a deep breath, brushing his shirt off their non-existent lint before, like all the other students, halted right at the back of the bright yellow line, separating them from the field.

“Alright!” Mr. Bowle’s voice came in booming. “Everyone pair up. Today, due to the presence of the freshmen, we will just be doing mild practice of our anima. The seniors can try to inflict their anima on each other, though do not forget about your safety precautions. And as for the new students…” He gave out a smile, almost a sarcastic smile. “Let’s see if you can even do something more than making fart noises. Pair up, now.”

It was a double feeling; overwhelming of relief yet uncertainty. It was most definitely a paradox. So it was normal? To be so unsure on first day? But then again, it would probably be an embarrassment if he didn’t manage to do anything at all. Louis quickly scanned for the people, hurrying himself before he’s left alone…that’s terrifying. He saw an Asian girl with dark hair and circular glasses. She seemed nice enough. Then there was an…overwhelmingly tall girl. Or was that just her heels? With her brunette locks and bright expression, she’s very pretty. She too seems nice enough. Just before he went to go ask either of them, a sight caught his eye.

There was a boy, fair hair and looking more nervous than ever. A struck of familiarity came to him. It was that kid that sat alone before imprinting, the one sorting all those…Tenebrae cards. Louis nearly shivered at the thought. Tenebrae cards, how geeky…right? Who even plays those anymore? Perhaps befriending him would be a bad idea on first day, but Louis couldn’t help but feel sorry for the boy.

“Three more seconds!”

He got to rush. Without thinking, Louis approached the boy and smiled. “Hey! I…think I saw you on imprinting today. I’m Louis, would you like to be my partner?” he asked, before a whistle rang in the air. Everyone started practicing on their own. Louis can’t help but be amazed at some of their powers. Perhaps this is a good idea. He could partner up with a fellow newbie and they could fail together. What a wonderful plan. The brunette scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously. “To be honest I really do not know what to do. Uh- I can make these tiny hills appear- wait watch,” Louis stomped his foot upon the ground. Nothing happened, besides gravels sprouting off the soles of his shoes. Well…that’s not supposed to happen, right?

The male gives out another nervous laugh before he just decided to take his shoes off entirely. The feel of the Earth moving beneath him…feel it. The gravels beneath his toes, let gravity play its game… Louis stomped his feet on the ground and- A hill barely four inches tall sprouted out where his feet was. Well that was useful. Louis smiled bashfully at his new found friend. “Yeah, I’m new too. Hey, what’s your anima?”​

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[Makomin]

Persephone Vandegraft

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"Maybe this term would be less noisy."
Interactions: Bennett, Louis and Ophelia.
Mentions: Aster & s e v e n
Location: Classroom 2D
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They needed to be split up into their own anima type.

To be honest, Persephone didn't know how to feel about the decision. Granted, she enjoyed working in small numbers compared to a sea of them but a con that she usually doesn't think about is that, when segregated into specific teams, there's a higher likelihood for her to engage in social discussion and activities. She didn't mind at all to answer or demonstrate her powers to the teacher, in fact, she strives to be a better user for her future use of her anima plus she wanted to utilise it in every way possible. She knew that many underestimated her and she didn't care, in fact, she encouraged it. However, when it comes down to her fight, she'll need to actually know her capabilities in using her anima inside out.

Just as Mr Bowle had finished talking, she remembered that someone had actually greeted her. She wasn't quiet to the point where an occasion like this was rare but it was still not regular. "Hello Ben," the redhead greeted the male with a small wave before giving him a small smile, not wanting him to assume that she was angry or unpleasant at their exchange of commentaries. Her eyebrows then raised, almost in realisation, "Sorry but it is okay for me to call you Ben? I heard Louis calling you Ben so I naturally assumed it's alright to do so."

She then nodded at Louis' direction as a form of address or rather, a formal address. She had seen the brunet in campus at times, more so during some classes they have. Persephone had never really talked to him, maybe a 'hey' here and 'bye' there, mostly courtesy of Louis. She felt like she needed to actually taken into consideration of what her friend, Ophelia had talked to her about in the semesters before.

You need to talk to people more.

If only she had the natural capability to do so. She wished it was easier for her to casually interact with strangers or even acquaintances as it would be for her to sing during a recording for her online profile.

Just then, a rather rangy male in his, probably, early forties or late thirties mentioned for students wielding arcane anima to follow him. After he had left, she turned to Ben before asking rhetorically, "I guess I'll see you around?" After that, she made her way to the back of the line that was already formed (she was surprised to find that the students actually listened to Wolfe) before making their way to class.

When the students and herself arrived at the classroom, she found it rather odd for someone like him to prefer hands-on lessons. Usually, someone of his nature just preferred the usual chair and desk system or rather, that's what her past experience with teachers were like. Just then, he had asked what's the difference between an undead tenebrae and a fiend. Persephone knew what it was roughly but not too in-depth. She pays attention in class but she didn't take extra effort to actually count on making it stuck to the back of her head.

"Can nobody really tell me what the difference are?" Harry Wolfe asked whilst crossing his arms. His poker face didn't reveal much of what he thought of his students but she assumed it wasn't anywhere near the word 'pleased'. She decided to keep quiet. It was what she was good at doing anyways. Just then, she scanned the students in the classroom before her eyes settled on blond hair. Ophelia Sinclair.

As slowly as possible without making any obvious moments, she squeezed her way to her friend, eventually standing next to her. "Answer him, Oph." She said with a blank expression before gesturing to Wolfe.

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[Skryx]

B.O'B

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Location: Elemental Training Room
Mood: Questioning his life choices
INTERACTIONS: Louis

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His first day and Bob was already regretting this. Why did he think this was a good idea? Neither of his parents had talked to him much about whether he really would enroll in Requiem Academy like his brother did, other than few off-hand comments once in a while and even those had become few and far between when Bob had gotten older. They had probably enlisted Conrad to nudge him in that direction before -he remembered his brother showing off his powers once when he was about ten (but Conrad was almost always showing off) and trying to make him interested, but then Conrad had made the mistake of mentioning 'hardwork' and he lost his little brother's attention immediately. Though Bob would admit that his brother's anima was hella neat, he was never going to say that to his face and inflate his ego even more. No, none of his family ever expected him to try and become a magister.

Now here he was, waking up early and going to class and somehow he managed to get the exact same anima as his older brother. His late older brother. Then he remembered Conrad Junior and decided it wasn't too dramatic to run off to a place you swore never to go when your parents pull that sort of shit on you. So he sucked it up and entered the classroom. As he sat there, he started thinking more about his anima and despite himself ended up getting a little excited. Maybe he'd be a natural at it -fat chance-, okay maybe he wouldn't be terrible at it and maybe it wouldn't be all bad. He sighed. Who was he kidding. He could only hope not to embarrass himself too much today, but with his track record, not bloody likely.

Bob stared at his insignia, the same hand holding onto the card that would channel all his anima and wondered who had the bright idea to stamp that mark onto his skin. They probably did it for kicks. Up in front the teacher, Mr Bowle -Bob tried not to snicker- started to speak. He perked up at the mention of portan -he had that card! Well, five out of ten of them anyway- and was interested despite himself. A beach trip sounded nice. And then they were being split up into their anima types and the rest of the Elementals were heading down to the training field and pairing up. Oh boy, Bob thought, this is going to go so well.

A boy approached him, asking to partner up. Bob watched curiously as Louis stamped his foot. Nothing happened. The boy tried again until a minuscule little bump appeared in the ground. He tried not to judge, it wasn't as if he was any better. And they were both new so they could struggle through this together. Unless Louise ended up being one of those naturally talented people. "Well, it's something at least. I can't even tell if what I'm doing is actually me. I'm Bob, by the way. I remember you -the one with the gun regalia, right?" He held out a hand. "Oh hey, we're opposites! My anima is air." At this point a gust of wind blew across the field, almost as if it was Bob's doing. "And I only wish I did that." Looking around, he saw that most of the class had paired up by this point. "Wonder what we're going to do. Hope it's not too much physical work."

 

[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Malachai Walker

Location: Classroom 2B | Mood: Only slightly disappointed |
Tags: [mentioned] Bobbi, Bob [ Skryx ] Ajax [ Polaris. ] Kaye [ Sasil ] Persephone [ Makomin ] [interacted] Ophelia [ Aster ] Zander [ Elenion Aura ]

The hustle and bustle of school life was perhaps the most comforting thing in Malachai's life. It imparted a sense of normalcy and routine. The freshmen were entering the school filling the empty space left by the older students who had managed to survive and leave last semester. That included his roommate, a young boy named Brendan, who preferred to be called Bob. They hadn't really had much of an opportunity to interact with the preoccupations of settling into the new school year, but he was sure that he'd befriend the freshman once things settled down.

The first day of classes at a normal school would be a simple, relaxed day where students meet teachers and break the ice and get an introduction to the curriculum. The first day of classes at Requiem Academy was much crueler. Instead of a warm up, they hit the ground running. Teachers handed out permission slips for the upcoming trip to the beach, which was a lot more dangerous than it sounded. Kai prayed to the Goddess that he'd be grouped with people who were strong fighters. The last thing he needed was his less-than-helpful anima to be paired with freshmen who didn't know what they were doing or people with similar animas; sure, he was pretty decent with a crossbow, but he doubted that he'd be able to take down the tenebris with just that- he needed support. The teacher introductions were curt. Then came the fun: splitting off according to anima and starting with training. Time was a luxury that the teachers weren't willing to squander. After all, they were training the future protectors of the world.

Malachai began the trek down to room 2-B. He was amongst students with arcane animas. Over the years, some students got shifted to other classes depending on where they would be deemed a best fit. The love manipulator knew very well that he would never encounter this because his anima probably wasn't going to be considered physik since it wasn't particularly useful in the battlefield, hence why he put a lot of energy into learning how to use the crossbow, and there was definitely no chance he'd get switched to elemental- that was just silly. He didn't mind too much; training in arcane was sort of his cup of tea. However, he couldn't deny the pervasive disappointment when he couldn't find too many familiar faces in the group that was going to room 2-B. No Ajax this year. No Quinn either. His eyes landed on a head of blonde hair and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. At least he had Ophelia, who was nice enough. And Kaye, though he often wasn't sure whether or not she liked him. The odd part was seeing new faces in the crowd: that red head president, one of the elite girls whose name started with a B, maybe Bailey or something, and, to his surprise, the pretty dark haired boy, Zander. The serendipitous discovery was enough to make his disappointment abate, at least a little bit.

The brunette took a seat by Ophelia and found that a few of the younger girls sat down a few seats behind him. Their whispering, which wasn't particularly furtive, made it obvious that they were talking about him. He looked back at the two and gave a casual wave and winked at one of them before turning back so he was facing forward; the girls responded with rosy cheeks and flustered, albeit quieter, whispers. He enjoyed the arcane anima training class and was keen on paying attention. He focused on what Wolfe said, tuning out the distractions. The man had a very solid point. Kai had spent the first year of anima training getting that concept down: If you cannot control your mind, you cannot control your anima. It took a lot of work to master his own mind, which was susceptible to doubt and distrust in his abilities. As for the question, he had a good idea of the answer- how could he not when he'd been schooled at Requiem Academy for the past few years? It was just a question on the types of tenebris; this wasn't rocket science. Fiends were a more demonic sort of tenebrae whereas undead were, as the name implied, a sort of undead tenebrae that took a lot of work to kill. However, he was more interested in seeing who would participate than answering. If he was called on, so be it, but he was curious as to whether or not anyone would answer Wolfe on the first day.

To the side, Seph encourage Ophelia to answer the question. He playfully nudged the blonde girl and nodded in encouragement. He knew Ophelia was pretty smart, and this would show the freshmen, perhaps it would intimidate them since they came in not knowing much of anything. He remembered his own freshman year, where he had been more interested in making friends than learning during the first few months, which hadn't landed him in the good books of many teachers. Over time, he had improved his behavior tenfold. Sure, he still talked during boring classes, but he also learned a lot and found the subject matter interesting. He leaned back in his chair and took a moment to glance around the room while he waited to see if Ophelia would go through with answering the question. Brown eyes found the pretty boy from earlier and he flashed a smile at Zander. They weren't particularly close or good friends. Rather, Kai just shamelessly flirted with the older student. He wouldn't admit it, but he was a bit jealous that the boy had his good friends in the class since his own were separated from him. It would be a very different year.

post: 01​

 

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Robert Daze

Location: Rob's room- Uriah's room -Training Field
Mood: Ready to Ruuuuumble
Form: Human
Interactions: Uriah Makomin , Kaia Polaris. , (mentions) Zander Elenion Aura
Post no.1​

Kaia is extremely noisy in the mornings. Her alarm wakes him up as well but Rob only burrows deeper under the covers and deeper still when Kaia starts playing her music loudly in the shower, throwing his comforter over his head and smothering his face into his pillow. Just a little longer... The bathroom door creaks open again and he can almost feel the hot steam drifting out. He grumbles into the fabric, hoping Kaia didn't use up all the hot water. The bed dips down slightly as Kaia sits next to him and shakes him fully awake. "Five minutes," Rob mutters.

Ten minutes later, Rob sits up, covers falling off his head as he blinks sleepily. Then he grins, a pleasant thought renewing his vigor. "77 to 78." Is all he says, smugly, to Kaia before heading into the bathroom for his own shower. His victory is short lived as he turns on the tap and freezing cold water drenches him. "Dammit Kaia!" he yells, cursing his friend. One extremely cold shower and fifteen minutes of deciding whether or not to gel his hair today later (starting off yet another string of banter with Kaia), and the two of them are off to Uriah's room. "No idea, but you know the only preference I have for eggs is a lot." Rob tells her. Indeed, he usually goes through half a dozen eggs per breakfast. And then some.

He greets Uriah mockingly, mimicking Kaia's kiss to his cheek and hug (but it feels more as if he's trying to squeeze Uriah to death) before entering the room. Glancing around, he sees Uriah's roommate and Rob's grin is so wide it nearly splits his face in two. "It's Der Der!" Rob exclaims, using his most irritating nickname for the Genesis Vice President. Unfortunately or not, Zander decides that he's in an extreme hurry to leave so Rob has to miss out on his morning entertainment. The three of them enjoy a relaxed breakfast, sinking into their usual conversations and banter and savouring Uriah's cooking. Rob manages to get his best bud to fry him up another round of eggs before he reluctantly accepts they really should get a move on.

Not that any of them end up hurrying. They dawdle all the way to class, chatting and taking the route with the least number of stairs and make several detours until at last, he and Uriah are at the training field -Kaia having long since broken away to head to her own class. It looked like the lesson was in full swing and it should be, seeing as they were half an hour late.

"We're in so much trouble." Uriah's laugh was contagious, sparking off Rob's own fit of laughter.

"They didn't even wait for us!" He joked indignantly. But their laughter had drawn the teacher's attention and the woman who looked like she was dressed for a day at the beach turned her head to look at them and started walking over. "Oh shit oh shit," even in his panic, Rob ended up dissolving into laughter again. "Uhm, we got this. Just like, say we had affiliation stuff to take care off. You're the prez and I'm a prefect. It's totally plausible. Just stay calm." His laughter was probably not helping the situation, but try as he might to smother it, a few stray giggles slipped out even as the teacher stopped a few feet away from them, folding her arms.

"Mr Kershaw. Mr Daze." Catherine Holt said brightly, hands clasped in front of her. "So nice of you two to join us. And thank you for volunteering."
"Volunteering?"
"Your classmates have been given forty five minutes -well, fifteen minutes now- to practice, but since you two are late I'm sure you're both well prepared for this class so you won't need that time will you? In fact, you two could show them how it's done," she beams at them.
"Uhm actually-"
"Excellent." With that she turns around and starts calling for the attention of their classmates. Rob turns to Uriah, wide-eyed. Then his usual Rob confidence comes back and he smirks.
"Let's do this." The two of them are used to fighting together and Rob feels energetic and raring to go. The two of them being able to take down their teacher is doubtful but they won't go down easily. Hopefully.

 

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• Curtis Laucron•​

Curtis bit his tongue, holding back a retort which could hopefully wipe off the dumb smirk on Ajax's face. The blonde was right (sadly). Everyone else had already partnered up leaving him stuck with Syndicate's bum. He tried not to sigh. It would only give way to more disappointment if he let it. A task was given and to be focused at hand. With the plan discussed, now all they had to do was put it into action. It probably wasn't the best plan but the lack of weaponry at hand meant they simply had to make do. That was one part of it. The other reason was more abstruse and Curtis would never admit that he was curious to see the extent of Ajax's ability. The blonde rarely lift a finger to do work, let alone train, so there weren't many instances where Curtis could calculate or observe.

He was about to ask Ajax if he could manage, but his words only left his mouth half way, taken off guard by Ajax's sudden command. His eyes narrowed in heavy suspicion. Was this a new form of harassment? His immediate thoughts were abnormally negative when it came to Ajax but the comment alone dismissed him of his concerns. He rolled his eyes, scowling as he turned his back to activate his anima. The act of change itself was never a pretty sight but the difference in his chimeran form and regular form were not drastic. The addition of a tail and ears, the growth of cruel, black claws and the narrowing of his irises, were nothing compared to his spike in speed, agility and power. If only he could access the boost in strength without the silly looking changes to his body. He didn't mind the claws and the fangs but the ears and the tail were offensive.

They position three dummies in a zit-zag formation and test run the plan. It took a while for Curtis to get used to the speed. He could feel Ajax's anima, pushing him through each run and dash like a giant invisible hand. It was alarming in the beginning but it didn't take him too long to adjust. Ajax did well to aid, only increasing Curtis' offense powers instead of controlling him like a thrown puppet. Once they had a general idea of how things were going to work, Curtis jogged back, concealing the grin he had on when he was training.

"Knowing her, she'll definitely do that first," Curtis frowned, coming down from his adrenaline high. There many times he regretted not registering a weapon and this was one of them. "Do you have your tonfas with you?" he asked, not spying the melee weapon. "If she comes for you, focus on defending yourself instead. I'll try to keep her attention on me." In RPG terms, if Ajax was the mage who buffs then Curtis was the tank who deals and handles most of the damage. If they were lucky, maybe they'd stand a chance.

Maybe.

"We'll have to take her by surprise. When the match starts, just charge me straight at her. She won't expect it and hopefully that'll buy us some time," he spoke lowly, certain that the match would be a timed one. Most of Catherine's matches never exceeded five minutes (thank the goddess that there's a time limit for classes). It would be four minutes of trying to land a hit of her and sixty seconds of her clobbering their asses to the ground. Sometimes it was just five minutes of trying to get away from her, but that was a different story.

Curtis was about to suggest trying out their attack again when he noticed that Catherine had moved, approaching the two late-comers with a beaming smile. A smiling Catherine was never a good sign and Curtis touched his shoulders, his forehead and the center of his chest, doing a silent prayer for his acquaintances, Rob and Uriah, as they were forced into the match. From the looks of it, she didn't look like she'd be going easy on them.

"To be fair to the other students, you have exactly five minutes to try to take me down," she said, speaking far too cheerily as she set the timer on the ground, "Starting in three, two, and one!"

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Interactions: Ajax Polaris.
Mentions: Uriah Makomin Rob Skryx
Location: Training Field
Post: 3

• Khione Silverblade •​

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Interactions: Opened
Mentions: None
Location: Elemental Training Field
Post: 1

It felt strange to be in the Elemental Training field with so many people at the time. Khione came here often, usually on her own when her friends are busy with their own lives. She's trained enough here to know that the pond at the corner continuously pumped water so it never ran out (she figured it was the same for the furnace which burned at the opposite end), and that both the walls and the dummies provided were elemental-proof.

Given the different mix of students present, she found it strange how Bowle would assign them to spar against each other. Normally he'd have them practice their animas on the dummies, but since it was the first day of the new semester, maybe he just wanted the students to mingle with another before the real training begun.

She looked around the room for a partner to spar (and not potentially harm), ruling out most of the students she knew.

• Ophelia Sinclair •​

Another day, another semester. Class started as usual and Ophelia found the daily routine both comforting and dreary. Arcane class had never been a very interesting subject, especially since it dealt with more theories than actual practical experience. Not that she blamed Mr. Wolfe, or anyone for that matter. Arcane was a difficult subject to teach, especially since matters of the mind are less calculable and each anima had different unique abilities. Oftentimes, the students would break off into their own groups or as individuals to 'self-study'. An objective would be given and hopefully fulfilled at the end of the week. It was somewhat admirable how Mr. Wolfe managed to keep track of all the students, their Anima types and growth, but she expected no less from a man with an IQ of 170.

Seated beside her was a subject she was far more interested in than the different types in Tenebrae. She was well aware that not all anima types were built to fight the dark monsters and hers was one of them. Behind her she could hear the soft giggles and murmurs of the girls Kai had turned to wink at. How simple.

She smiled shyly when Persephone nudged her to answer, shaking her head a bare minimum to avoid catching Mr. Wolfe's attention. Sure, she knew the answer but like the many others, she did not feel the strong need to answer. It wasn't as though she cared much for the subject but to keep appearances up, she whispered back, "Let's give the others a chance." Her shoulders raised in a small shrug when Kai too, encouraged her to answer. She was just about to too, when Mr. Wolfe decided to call on the girl seated behind her.

"Barbara Lanks, maybe you can give me the answer to the question?" he spoke, each syllable stressed and each word dragged out. Despite the speed (or well lack of speed) in his words, he sounded oddly impatient. The answer was given and the lecture continued without further interruptions. At this point, Ophelia decided to tune out, doodling instead in her the notebook she opened.

'You didn't sleep in this time' she wrote, letters curving in her delicate handwriting. The notebook was nudged towards Kai. The tables they sat at were long and conjoined, and Ophelia found exchanging notes to have a greater emotional impact than simply whispering like the fools seated behind them. 'No one kept you company?' she wrote underneath, the hidden implications obvious.

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Interactions: Kai Sadistic Sweetheart Persephone Makomin
Mentions: None
Location: Classroom 2-D
Post: 1

 

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jack kim

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Jack looked around at all the students discussing their plans and practicing on the dummies, and he couldn't lie, the first day was terrifying the past two years and still is now. Going against Ms. Holts was not an easy task, and if a pair of students managed to get the better of her in the past two years, he couldn't recall. He looked at Ben, and it was evident that they were going to have to more or less survive against her.

"Uh, well," He tried to sugarcoat it a bit. "Since you're still getting used to your anima, maybe we can take a more defensive stance, or plan, against her."

He could try to form a reasonable attack against the woman, using his strategic brain that had been lauded by so many, a lot more than he thought he deserved credit for, but it just seemed hopeless. Maybe it's because of his recent breakup, maybe it's first day of school nerves, maybe it's depression; whatever it was, he was not in the mood for anything today, and really wished he was in arcane classes right now. They're chill.

"So, uh, try your best to avoid her attacks with your teleportation. I know you don't have that much control over it yet but, I believe in you." A little smile appeared on Jack's face as he patted the boy's head. It was a random gesture, but Ben would have to get used to random gestures like that to be in the Pandora house. "I'll try to shield her attacks if something goes wrong."

On second thought, Jack could realistically just put up a forcefield and have them both sit in it for five minutes, but that sort of robbed Ben of the educational experience of it all and it wasn't fun. Plus, if Jack had to go through it his first two years, he did too.

His eyes averted to Uriah, who had arrived late, not to anyone's surprise really. Unfortunately, Ms. Holts didn't take it well, so he and Rob were first up to go against her. He sighed, and felt bad for him. It was truly a shame to see one of his closest friends get taken down so early. He switched back his focus to Ben.

"Alright, let's start training."

tags || Aster «ben»

location || the battlefield

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