Dorm 105

[Deathkitten]

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Baki "Tsunami"(16), Fay(14), En(14), Saruki(13), Vurudial(15), Zephyr(16)


Each bed shown is a bunk bed, and there is an ample amount of drawer space provided under each bed.

 

[Deathkitten]

~Vurudial~​

Vurudial swung open the door to his dorm once he found it, having little to no difficulty in doing so. It was on the first floor, so it was extremely easy to spot. He only hoped that the noise from the common area wouldn't travel far... but it already didn't seem to. He sighed in relief when he saw he was the only one there so far. Good. He'd have at least a moment to himself to take care of their things.

He grabbed his and his sister's small duffel bags from the pile and plopped them on the top and bottom bunk on the far right hand side of the room. Being the first here also meant he had pick of the beds. He was a little worried that his roommates would have gotten here before him and he'd have to move one. That would have been a pain.

He imagined that Saruki would want the top bunk, so he placed hers up there before sitting down on the bed. Quickly his position moved from sitting to laying, staring at the bottom of the top bunk. He rubbed his face with a loud sigh as he thought about the coming year. They'd have to behave to at least a minimal amount... and by the looks of the room they'd get little privacy. That was probably the point though. Create some minor amount of stress as well as try to make a sense of camaraderie so that when the real situation came about they'd be able to handle it. Whether that situation would be heading out on a ship to the middle of the ocean to try to look for some underwater base, or staying in a war zone for a month because there's not yet enough information... he didn't know. He didn't really care either aside from the constant hum of curious questions that buzzed in his mind. For the moment, until others decided to show up, he closed his eyes and folded his arms on his chest to think.

 

[Osuka]

Fay

After having told his Professor that he wished to talk later, the only thing to do was to, well, come to this room. Quite a lot happened, and it sounded like, after another professor had given instructions to his other students while he was hanging out in the commons, something serious had happened and they were requested to stay here. A frown creased Fay's lips as he opened the door to his designated dormitory and walked in. He had been so deep in his thoughts as to what could have occurred that he didn't even notice the other individual within the room and simply made his way to his bag, then hefted it with a huff of strain, then sighed and decided magick would be more well-suited to the job. With that alone, Fay pointed to his bag with his staff and flicked it up towards the top bunk of another bunk set, flinging it to the top of the empty bed and simply levitating himself to the bed.

Once he was sure he was over the bed, Fay crossed his legs after pulling the cloak off of his body, showing just how incredibly petite his frame was before letting the spell fizzle. The result was landing on the extra cushioning that the cloak provided, then began digging through his bag. Within it he found one of his books on advanced arcane theory and application and was about to crack it open at it's ribbon bookmark before suddenly realizing there was another individual. Immediately he let out a small, soprano-esque yelp and immediately reached for his staff, halfway bracing it as a physical shield before realizing the man...

Well, he wasn't doing anything.

"Nice going, Smooth Criminal," came the voice. "What were you gonna do - ice a bunk-mate?"

"Oh shut up," he thought to himself wordlessly, snapping at the voice. "Always with the witty comebacks. Always. You ever get tired?"

There was a moment of silence. A single, solitary moment of silence before the reply he was waiting for came: "Nope."

An exasperated sigh of defeat left Fay as he laid the staff behind him - wall side, and flopped over to his side. It was better to save face at this point and go about his business, shifting to lay on his belly and open the book, almost having to stop himself from scrambling for the distraction. Once he opened the book, however, he couldn't help but to relax fully as his eyes pored over the text, one hand cradling his chin as both of his ankles raised and crossed, slowly moving back and forth as if a pendulum. Periodically, as if he were quickly scanning rather than absorbing the information - which would be furthest from the truth, he'd wave a finger from his free hand to turn the page and continue on with his reading.

Still, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about the urgency that was in the eyes of - what he could only imagine was the Element Manipulator instructor. It was foreboding the more he thought about it, but being restricted to the dorms, there wasn't much they could do about it. Besides, he looked forward to the moment of rest. Even with the issue at hand, though he couldn't do anything about it, it would be time well-spent to trust in their instructors and simply further himself in his own time. So, having resolved himself to that, he happily flicked the page again and had to stop himself from humming in a quiet, sweet soprano while he read through the tome, slowly forgetting that there was a world around him and becoming entirely engrossed in what information it had to offer.

Tsunami

Hell of a day this was. First, they meet their future instructor-slash-drill-sergeant, get to fuck around in a dojo, sit in a classroom for bloody fuck knew how long, get weird texts, then a fuckin' situation that, of course, they weren't allowed to help handle. One would think they'd use it as a moment to teach how they go through investigative steps in order to discern at least SOME information - but Nooooooo!!! Instead, they shoo the kids off to their rooms and basically ground 'em until they're good and ready to let him and the rest of the students out. On top of that, before they got here, their drill instructor managed to piss off a Succubus who, though she didn't have to spew that information for everyone, blathered about, well... About everything one would think of a Succubus as! Fun day, that one is!

As if.

Without even hesitating, Tsunami opened the door to the room and let it fall shut behind him, noticing the two in the room - one that he already knew: That one was the quiet one that was talkin' for his sister. Vurgil? Whatever. At the moment, he was just looking to claim a bunk, which he did so right below the kid he didn't recognize - a real girly boy that one. Tsunami let his body fall backward at an angle into the bed, kicking his feet up and resting his hands behind his head, letting out a long, groan of a sigh.

"Fuckin' what a day - right lads?" he said, not speaking specifically to either, rather allowing the question to be open-ended. "I mean, we get here n' go through all the first-day rubbish, then get told ta fuck off in our rooms til bloody hell knows when. I mean shit - we ain't even eat yet. Ye'd think the muncher of a teacher would'a taken us ta food first, eh? Anyone else gettin' texts from some Linux-lovin' bloke named 'Sudo,' by chance? Blocked 'em once n' they just pop up again for fuck knows what reason n' I had ta tell 'em ta fuck off so they wouldn't keep botherin' me. Anythin' similar?"

From that point, he looked over to what he assumed was the egghead of the delinquents. "How 'bout you? Gettin' weird shit on ya phone?"

 

[Deathkitten]

(( Astralworks I'll post in here after you do since you headed to the dorm first. ))

 

[Astralworks]

En Valkyrie II --The Dorm part 1, new home of the Ens?--

Knob turned and door quietly pushed En made his way inside. Not bothering with looking around he tended to his bag, the sound of the zips metal teeth becoming undone and redone. This continued for about five minutes straight before the dark-haired intruder piled up clothes to his left, stood up fast enough to scare anyone who wasn't expecting it, and faced everyone else in the room. They were three kids in there with him so far, and they all seemed--Eyes slowly widening he raised his chin a bit at the notice of the wizard who was responsible for their survival against the villain from their entrance exam.

Ah perfect, it appears a familiar face has shown itself.

Yep, he guarded those death waves well.

Indeed.

A look was given to the other two whom he'd never met before, the need to introduce himself pinching his scalp as he rubbed his head. "Name's En, who're you 2?"

Osuka Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

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Well wasn't this going to be a fun time. Not long after the weird guy walked into her dorm, she followed suit, barely giving any time for them to give an answer. She swung the door open hard and ran a hand through her strikingly pink hair. "Hello hello my lovely soon to be besties! How are all of you fine people doing today!?" she practically shouted, trotting up to her bed above Vurudial that he had saved for her and swinging herself up onto it. Her legs dangled off as she looked around the room.

"My name's Saruki!" she beamed opening her bag that sat beside her as her brother below her said nothing, not even seeming to have heard Tsunami speak earlier. "Oh oh oh," she continued, counting as she pointed to the people in the room thus far, "One, two, three. Let's see. I'm hoping at least one of you lot are gonna be in my class." She pointed to Tsunami, "You're in the delinquent program with me and my brother, so I imagine we'll be seeing a lot of each other outside of the dorm."

She pointed to En, "Ahhhhh... Let's see. I don't remember if you were in my exam or not. I was busy doing absolutely nothing. Were you the other kid that did nothing? That'd be weird, but more power to you." Saruki shrugged and pointed to Fay, hopping off her bed again and trotting straight up to him. She then sat on his bed next to him, "You look by far the most approachable. Hopefully, hopefully... you'll be in my class. I'm an Arcane Mage. A very confident one at that. What do you do?"
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[Deathkitten]

The walls and floor of the dormitories rumble with just enough force to cause concern as a series of blasts rip through the forest to the East. Your windows, though sturdy, suddenly warp and fracture into spidery webs of cracks. Outside you can see the edge of a blue bubble dome surrounding a murky blackish purple smog. It was loud - incredibly loud even with the barrier of glass and stone between yourselves and the blast, even with the fact that its place of origin, as you can see via the bubble, was a considerable ways away.

 

[Osuka]

Fay:

Even with Tsunami's talking, it was pretty easy to keep his mind focused on his book. For now, all that Fay wanted was to dive into the tome and forget the world around him existed. He was low on mana reserves, tired due to it, and, truth be told, he wasn't really much for conversation at the moment. There was still the mystery of the person who had contacted him: "Sudo." What was "Sudo?" It was doubtful that it was someone's actual name, but something more like a codename or a preferred pen-name. Wizards weren't the only ones who had such a thing, so it was only natural to believe that they too used something of the sort. Considering that they were using technology to reach him, he would assume that it had to do with technology, and he'd keep in mind that he'd have to do research on it later. Maybe the school had books on it?

Then there was a familiar face that had come in - maybe not a voice considering he wouldn't have heard it before, but the face...

She was part of the test. The one who didn't do anything - along with this "En" that she spoke to. Neither of them took any role in the fight against Entropy, and it wasn't due to resignation. That much he could tell. They were spectating, and it made his stomach turn. Just the thought of them watching unfazed as lives - real or not, blinking out of existence and simply tuning out of that reality as if it was just a show on television... It made his heart pound hard. He could almost feel the blood slamming through his veins, and his grip on the book tightened, but he had to calm down and he knew it. Automatically picking a fight or holding a grudge would only make his time in this school more difficult, and the path of least resistance gave him more time to develop his skills. So he'd let it go....

Until an ear-ringing explosion came to his ears, and his attention automatically snapped to the window. Just as he watched it begin to crack, as if time itself slowed, he could feel his body moving on it's own. The reserves of mana he had left were going into two things instinctively, and his entire view of the room changed....

He was at the Mage's academy. An ear-ringing bang of concussive force blasted the door away from one of the many panic rooms the students had been made aware of, and spells were coming through with merciless speed and repetition. There wasn't any time to act. With a burst of mana, Fay's body sprang forward through the air with blurring speed, halting with enough force to bell-kick his body, but with the momentum came a second spell.

"Ventas Korundum!!!" he barked, and in an instant, Mana poured from him into his staff and exploded in a sheet of white that spanned across the width of the room, repelling the spells that were pouring into the room straight back at the casters. It was one of the highest level spells he knew, and at that point, it took up almost all the mana he had left in his body, but the adrenaline stopped him from feeling it at all. He couldn't feel like he was close to mana-burn in his flashback. Fay's visage was contorted in a vicious, feral grimace, eyes glowing with fury as his teeth ground against one another. Unimposing as he may have seemed, it was as if there was a replacement of him in the room - something cruel and unforgiving, and most definitely not anything anyone would call "Cute."

The shield was an opal white with what looked to be a hexagonal grid that comprised it, and for those outside of his flashback, the repetition of ear-ringing thuds outside had been muted to almost a whisper...


Tsunami:
Well, as it stood, it didn't look like he was going to get an answer from the girly boy or the "mysterious brooding type," and the two others who had entered seemed to either give him a strange vibe, or seemed far too friendly. She was trying hard, and Tsunami could tell. He was part of the delinquent program, as at least three of the others aside from himself knew, and though he was all about conversation, right now, the strange one and the peppy one were just making him oddly at-ends with socializing all of a sudden.

The entire "need to and want to" conversate bit was put on full-hold as he was forced to suddenly cover his ears and grunt, shooting up out of the bed and...

And then being shit-shocked.

The girly boy seemed to have some grit, but also didn't seem to exactly be here. He couldn't place the word for it, but Tsunami saw it almost as an overreaction, and he could see, through the corner of his eye, a quaking in the boy's shoulders. Was he straining himself? Scared? But almost as soon as the kid had leaped forward and threw up the shield, he was left questioning if he'd gone partially deaf. With a bit of a test, Tsunami raised his left hand to his ear and snapped his fingers, then raised a brow and he suddenly found that, though the ringing was intense, he was not in fact impaired in such a way.

"What th'fuck?" he muttered, raising a brow. "The fuck are you, mate?"

Tsunami had never seen spellcasting before, so he was left at odds as to how to react to Fay's sudden shield and his deafening of the thundering blasts on the other side. They didn't seem to last long, but he could tell that the kid wasn't entirely here. He wasn't giving up the shield. It was like he was fending for his life, and approaching someone who just deafened blasts that could've rendered them deaf didn't seem like a great idea. Pissing him off could get his head taken off by the gnarly looking multi-bladed end of the staff the kid wielded, and though Tsunami wasn't exactly confident Fay knew how to use it to thwack someone, he sure as hell wasn't about to find out.

Astralworks Deathkitten

 

[Astralworks]

En Valkyrie I --Sudden Destruction, Fantasy hits Reality?--

Bright pink hair made an entrance after him, introducing herself and... En looked at her as she made her way toward the Spellcaster from their exam. Apparently, she was there with them both, and from her statement it seemed she didn't bother helping the others either. Before he could close his eyes a chain-reaction of explosions went off in the distance, the booming sound sending En on one knee facing the floor. He could feel his ears shaking fearfully from the sudden shock-waves.

Now we both have conclusions on what that could and could not be, yes? The ancestor asked, his presence oozing from the body in a violet aura.

Trying to catch some kind of breath, En clenched his eyes closed before arising slowly to his feet. In his mind, his ancestor sat next to him at a table with coffee, and the mystical card from earlier in the center. The elder took a sip then leaned back against the aging masterpiece of Beech wood he rested on. The chairs were comparable to thrones with their weight, size, and shape. Then I guess we both know the appropriate action to take.

Indeed.

The two souls swapped control as the body itself made ever slight adaptions to its new user; the yellow eyes becoming a grim purple. One final glance was given to the room as he noticed the Spellcaster guarding himself with magic while the blue-haired boy gave him an odd expression. With that the ancestor turned to the window, opened it, then made his way gracefully outside. Destination? The blue bubble.

Osuka Deathkitten

 

[Osuka]

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