Fantasy Franzia Highschool:School for the supernatural.

[Vespertide]

Zizi blinked, the old fears returning. But she didn't need to be careful, especially with these supernaturals who had already been open to her.


She closed her eyes, and changed, the golden light wrapping around her. As she changed, she wondered if they would be surprised. After all, there weren't many dragons around anymore--most of them had been killed a long time ago, with knights and lords committing genocide of dragons, driving them to extinction.


The light faded, revealing her dragoness form. She turned her head, looking down at the demon and hellhound. Both looked small, as small as Clarissa had when she had turned for the first time.


Luckily she was in a clearing of trees, and they didn't impact her very much. But if she tried to move through the trees... Well, she was too big for that. Flying over them was the only option, and she needed to guide her fellow monsters to the school.


She swiftly changed back, the light flowing around her and returning her to her human form. She took a breath, before nodding towards the gothic castle. "This way."

 

[DreamCatcher99]

Hannah watched as the girl turned into a dragon. It was beautiful unlike her monster form. The girl changed back and said."This way" Hannah jumped down from her tree and followed her. "You may wanna change back mutt before you catch the whole forest on fire."She said quietly.

 

[UltraFomi]

{Sorry. The road trip took longer than I thought it would.}


The sharp tang that always preceded rain was heavy in the air. Chandre wondered if his small sack by his side was waterproof. Frowning slightly, he stepped down and picked it up warily, his dark brown eyes narrowing at the sight of the newcomers. Odd, considering both of them had arrived within the same breath of time. Another sharp crack of lightning flashed across the sky, briefly outlining their silhouettes against the shadowed forest. One was a demon; the other, a hellhound. Of course they were both taller than him--everything was.


A small, sly grin crossed his face as he studied the demon. He'd hoped to run into one of them. Their blood made perfect ingredients for necromancery spells. It's form was currently resembling some sort of human female, though why it chose that, he wasn't sure as it could appear in nearly any shape it wanted. Whatever. The hellhound was much more impressive, switching with ease between its human and dog counterparts.


Quietly, he watched the conversations between the two, unconsciously reaching for his bone staff. Who knew? It may come in handy. The converstation didn't last long, though, and a different creature finally--finally--opened the iron gate.


"Took you long enough," muttered the human, passing through the opened gate. At least he'd been opened to before it had begun to rain.


{Sorry, guys. My muse is a bit lacking at the moment, so the post is kinda dry. I'll write better tonight, mkay?}

 

[Vespertide]

Zizi led them to the castle, looking for Casper and Alice as she did so. The hellhound made her nervous, and she was thinking they would know more about demons and the like than she did. The forest was growing darker and darker, and Zizi was glad for her orange vision.

 

[DreamCatcher99]

Clarissa heard people talking. "--before you catch the whole forest on fire." She lifted her heard and looked out. She saw a girl with blue and black hair and red eyes and a dog that was on fire. She sniffed the air and smelled zizi. She barked and ran out of the cave. She ran and began to walk next to zizi.


Hannah heard a bark next to her and watched as a white wolf run up to the dragon girl. She looked at her and frowned. Why was there a wolf in these woods?

 

[Vespertide]

"Clarissa!" Zizi petted her head. "It's alright."


She bent down, crouching next to her. She hoped Clarissa would be able to detect her nervousness as she glanced at the hellhound. But she felt better, now that she had a friend beside her.


"This is Hannah," Zizi stood, pointing to the demon. "And this... is a hellhound."


She hadn't actually asked his name, to afraid to really talk to him.

 

[DreamCatcher99]

Clarissa barked and turned into her human form. "Hello Hannah. "She said harshly. She didn't like demons. She ran into one a while back. It tricked her into jumping in a freezing cold lake. Not a fun time. Very cold.


Hannah growled lowly. "His name is Jun."She said quietly.

 

[Vespertide]

Zizi continued walking, the air becoming very chilly. She longed to be back in her dorm, where at least she had a bed to sleep on, and no hellhound to worry her. Well, she didn't like Vampires before she met Casper. So maybe Jun would be the same.


But another glance at the burning hound told her that he would most likely not want to be friends with anyone.


She tried not to shudder, not liking at all the cold looks the demon and hellhound had.


They passed through the trees, the evening quickly turning into night. The gothic castle, in Zizi's orange vision, looked bright white against the sky. Strange. It was actually black rock, so why did her night vision make it appear as if it was white?


"Welcome," she told them, her voice quiet. The nervous, chilly feeling had returned, telling her to run. She shook it off, telling herself it was just old anxieties coming to haunt her.


"Welcome to Franzia High."

 

[DreamCatcher99]

Hannah smiled at the castle. "Wonderful."She said in a cold voice walking forward towards the castle. She looked around and saw no one but the people she came with. She let her wings come out. The were red and they looked a little bat like. She turned around and smiled coldly pushing herself off the ground and started to fly.


She flew towards the top of the castle and landed. She laid down on the roof and looked up at the moon. Demons dont sleep they stay awake and cause havoc. She didn't want to do that here not just yet.

 

[UltraFomi]

The tip of Chandre's robes got caught on the edge of the iron door as it swung shut, sharply jerking him back and lodging him in place. He felt it tug near his waist. With the sun completely gone—only the twilight rays remaining—he looked back, cursing his luck for wearing black robes. The silvery edge seemed to glow in some non-existant light, not brightly, but just enough to be noticeable. He tugged the fabric. It didn't come loose. At all.


He sighed. Luckily, the other creatures had run up ahead, leaving him to face the embarassment in the dark and alone. But since the only magic he had was in his spellbook, he didn't have the power to open the latch again. He glared at the pinched piece of fabric with loathing, dark eyes. The robe had gotten caught near the belt, trapped between the door and the joining wall. Carefully, he felt where the cloth was pinched but couldn't fit his fingers far enough in. It was one of the few possessions his father had given him, and he'd managed to get it stuck before the first day of school had even began. Curse it! Curse it all!


In a sudden bout of anger, he gripped his moon-white staff with his free hand, the runes inscribed around the handle beginning to glow a sickly pale color. A wave of black light ran from the his hand to the staff, erupting at the end and striking the lock. Instantly, he felt a wave of cold reach him and he was swept off his feet. His hand felt strangely numb.


It took him a moment to realize that he was lying flat on his back, facing the stars. So bright, not like city stars at all. Blinking, he wearily raised his head and looked at the iron fenced gate. Even in the dim moonlight, he could clearly see a dark circle, like a target, directly around the main lock—with a piece of fabric stuck in the middle.


Still lying down, he angled his head and looked at his right side. A large, ragged hole was seared near his hip, and he could feel the night air freely blowing through it. His only pair of necromancer robes, now complete with a gaping hole big enough to put his head through.


He groaned loudly, letting his head fall back down onto the hard ground. Why does this always happen to me? How was he supposed to explain what happened? Oh, sure, he got in a fight with a gate and barely made it out alive? It was ridiculous. Look at the size of the thing!


He didn't need a mirror to tell him that his hood had been blown back and his hair was sticking up wildly in the front. Luckily, it was nighttime. Most creatures would be in their dorms, sleeping. He could creep in to his room, assuming he could find it, and try and repair the hole in the morning. If only no one saw him on the way . . .


Quitely, he propped himself up on his elbows and, seeing no one, shakily got to his feet and began stealthily running towards the castle. That had to be the school, right? As he approached it, he noticed spires that towered into the sky, casting long shadows onto the forest floor. Two figures were silhoutted against the starry sky, humanoid in shape. Human, maybe?


Whatever. You're the only human here, he chided himself. They seemed to be talking with one another.


@YaoiQueen @Ariettie


Word Count: 592


{Oh, my goodness, so sorry for the long post! I didn't realize how long it was until after I wrote it. Hope you guys don't mind!}

 

[DreamCatcher99]

The tip of Chandre's robes got caught on the edge of the iron door as it swung shut, sharply jerking him back and lodging him in place. He felt it tug near his waist. With the sun completely gone—only the twilight rays remaining—he looked back, cursing his luck for wearing black robes. The silvery edge seemed to glow in some non-existant light, not brightly, but just enough to be noticeable. He tugged the fabric. It didn't come loose. At all.
He sighed. Luckily, the other creature had ran up ahead, leaving him to face the embarassment in the dark and alone. But since the only magic he had was in his spellbook, he didn't have the power to open the latch again. He glared at the pinched piece of fabric with loathing, dark eyes. The robe had gotten caught near the belt, trapped between the door and the joining wall. Carefully, he felt where the cloth was pinched but couldn't fit his fingers far enough in. It was one of the few possessions his father had given him, and he'd managed to get it stuck before the first day of school had even began. Curse it! Curse it all!


In a sudden bout of anger, he gripped his moon-white staff with his free hand, the runes inscribed around the handle beginning to glow a sickly pale color. A wave of black light ran from the his hand to the staff, erupting at the end and striking the lock. Instantly, he felt a wave of cold reach him and he was swept off his feet. His hand felt strangely numb.


It took him a moment to realize that he was lying flat on his back, facing the stars. So bright, not like city stars at all. Blinking, he wearily raised his head and looked at the iron fenced gate. Even in the dim moonlight, he could clearly see a dark circle, like a target, directly around the main lock—with a piece of fabric stuck in the middle.


Still lying down, he angled his head and looked at his right side. A large, ragged hole was seared near his hip, and he could feel the night air freely blowing through it. His only pair of necromancer robes, now complete with a gaping hole big enough to put his head through.


He groaned loudly, letting his head fall back down onto the hard ground. Why does this always happen to me? How was he supposed to explain what happened? Oh, sure, he got in a fight with a gate and barely made it out alive? It was ridiculous. Look at the size of the thing!


He didn't need a mirror to tell him that his hood had been blown back and his hair was sticking up wildly in the front. Luckily, it was nighttime. Most creatures would be in their dorms, sleeping. He could creep in to his room, assuming he could find it, and try and repair the hole in the morning. If only no one saw him on the way . . .


Quitely, he propped himself up on his elbows and, seeing no one, shakily got to his feet and began stealthily running towards the castle. That had to be the school, right? As he approached it, he noticed spires that towered into the sky, casting long shadows onto the forest floor. Two figures were silhoutted against the starry sky, humanoid in shape. Human, maybe?


Whatever. You're the only human here, he chided himself. They seemed to be talking with one another.


@YaoiQueen @Ariettie


Word Count: 592


{Oh, my goodness, so sorry for the long post! I didn't realize how long it was until after I wrote it. Hope you guys don't mind!}

(You dont have to put the word count. You can make a post as long as you want I didnt put a limit on how long )

 

[UltraFomi]

(You dont have to put the word count. You can make a post as long as you want I didnt put a limit on how long )

{Wow, that was quick. Ah, okay. No word counts. I don't know what came over me. He he.}

 

[DreamCatcher99]

{Wow, that was quick. Ah, okay. No word counts. I don't know what came over me. He he.}

(I check often when I'm bored if you really want to know.)

 

[Vespertide]

Zizi turned to her friend the wolf. "Clarissa, I'm going to turn in. Good hunting."


She glanced at the hellhound, and tried to smile at it, but she just couldn't manage it. This particular supernatural, for whatever reason, made her feel like she should go run and hide. Zizi began to walk away , towards her dorm on the other side of the forest. Vaguely she considered just flying to it, but she knew better. She wouldn't be able to land, her dorm nestled in a bunch of trees.


So she began the long, cold walk back to her dorm.

 

[HesitationOblivion]

{ @UltraFomi ~ Did you tag me because one of the characters talking was one of my characters or just because I haven't replied to this thread at all today? Sorry I'm a little clueless, haha. =) }

 

[DreamCatcher99]

Clarissa turned around and looked at the hellhound. "Guess its just me and you. Jun was it?"She asked bending down. "I dont usually sleep the first night at school I try and map out the surroundings. And to know where best to hunt at."She said kindly.


 

{ @UltraFomi ~ Did you tag me because one of the characters talking was one of my characters or just because I haven't replied to this thread at all today? Sorry I'm a little clueless, haha. =) }

I think it was because you were one of the characterz

 

[UltraFomi]

{@YaoiQueen -- Sorry, I should have specified. I wrote an outrageously long post, more out of boredom than anything. So, TLR my character, Chandre, is watching you and Ally on the top of the castle. Yup. He's a stalker. xD


Not really. He looks kinda ragged as he's been through a mini explosion and he's hoping no one will notice him. Take from it what you will. Oh, and Chandre is on the ground.}

 

[HesitationOblivion]

{ It's alright! And sounds fantastic. Sorry if I'm a little scatter minded and shorter responses.

xD }

Casper finally relaxed as the sun went away and a cool breeze swept over him. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes not leaving the Alice's. He listened to her story before turning over and looking into the tree line. It was peaceful, it really was but the vampire had the oddest feeling that eyes were on him.

He dismissed it as being paranoid, and turned back to listen to her story. The vampire kicked his legs back, dangling them fearlessly over the edge of the castle. He knew that if he ever fell he could easily transform into a bat and catch his fall. Cas grabbed his book and started to fan himself with it as the story proceeded but Casper failed to listen to it because he was taking in the view from the tip of the castle.​

 

[DreamCatcher99]

The demon heard a girl talking and sat up on her elbows. She looked over and saw a ghost and a what looked like a human. She smiled and stood up she flew over there and landed on the edge next to what looked like the human. "See something?"She asked.

 

[UltraFomi]

{Don't worry about a thing! Today's been a long day for me, too, and writing is more of a way to relieve stress than anything. I should be the one apologizing for making people trudge through my posts! Ha ha!}


Finally, the crack of thunder brought something Chandre had been dreading: rain. And, with his newly-made hole in his robe, he could feel the chill seeping into his bones at an alarming rate. Sure, the rain was hardly heavy enough to be considered a drizzle, but even the smallest amount of water would ruin his spellbook. Annoyed, he drew his lips into a hard line. The entrance, grand and ornate as it was, had absolutely no roof.


He was about to make a run for it when he saw something that caught his eye. Something black. Something high. Next to the two figures on the roof was an item that looked suspiciously like an umbrella. Chandre anxiously glanced back at his small sack containing his spellbook, already noticing a few drops on it. Then, his gaze wandered down to the embarrassing hole on his side. Should he? Should he not?


Another flash of lightning interrupted him, bringing with it another layer of water. He sighed, bowing his head slightly in defeat.


Taking in a deep breath, he shouted to the creatures above, "You guys have anything to keep the rain off? My Book's in here, and I can't let anything happen to it."


He shivered again. Blasted freezing air. His left hand was still numb from the spell he'd cast earlier, but it was tight around his staff.

 

[HesitationOblivion]

{Nah, it's alright! I'm always up for reading a RP post! }


Casper looked up as it started to drizzle. Finally! The vampire thought, discarding his umbrella to the side. He stood up and circled around in the rain, the feeling of the small and cool drops bringing him to life. The vampire had cursed the day because it started off so bright, but after a fortunate event including a night fairy had happened he was assured not to burn into ashes.


The vampire got up, curling his book away so that it didn't get soaked. He heard a voice from below, and instantly he paused. Cas walked towards the edge, looking down a little boy in the rain. Casper smirked, and glanced at the umbrella.


"Sure." Cas told the boy, pulling his umbrella over. The fanged seventeen year old slowly threw the umbrella over the edge of the castle. Luckily it landed perfectly unhurt at the bottom. Turning into a bat, the vampire flew down.


After a few seconds he was back into his human form, picking the umbrella up. He opened it and walked over to the boy. "I haven't seen you around before... I'm Casper." He introduced himself, scanning the child over.

​

 

[UltraFomi]

Chandre impatiently tapped his foot against the ground, eyeing the figure on the roof. He didn't have night visions, obviously, and the best he could see was that it looked to be about the size of a human. Which didn't mean much, considering most magical creatures could look human, anyway.


Another chilly breeze swept through the gaping hole in his robes and, despite trying to keep still, he shivered. He had absolutely nothing to cover it with besides his bag, and he wasn't about to use it as coverage.


At least he'd gotten a response. The figure at the top had dropped the umbrella, or what he assumed was an umbrella, and it had landed a stone's throw away from him. He nodded, pleased. He began the short walk towards it but stopped short as something materialized in front of him. Chandre stiffened.


Well, it definitely looked human. The proportions looked the same. As it turned around, Chandre caught a glimpse of fangs against the small beam of moonlight, and he instinctively took a step back. Most definitely not human. The inscribed runes on his black robes flashed a brief white before fading again, leaving him to see by the moon's light.


His runes had glowed? Only briefly, though. That meant that the creature in front of him was only partly undead. Chandre frowned. That didn't make very much sense. Whatever it was, he still needed the umbrella from it as the storm was beginning to pick up.


"Er, thanks," the apprentice mumbled, and stepped forward to grab it. Side by side, Chandre stood a full head and a half shorter than . . . what had it called itself? Casper? A bit intimating, perhaps, but he still stood boldly.


"Wait, isn't Casper the name of a ghost?" He tilted his head to the side. "You don't look like a ghost. And I can't feel any undead vibes coming from you."

 

[DreamCatcher99]

Hannah looked at the dorms. She found hers at flew towards it. She landed gracefully in front of it and walked in. "Ugh its so white"She said distastefully. She touched the wall and watched as it turned black the ceiling matching the sky outside. That was one thing she enjoyed. The stars and the moon. Along with the rain. Her bed turned black and red and was made of what looked like silk. She went over and felt it sitting down."Yep definitely silk."She said. Even if she doesn't sleep she could still lay down and watch the stars. She could sleep if she wanted but her dreams would only be of fire and she wanted something peaceful for once.

 

[HesitationOblivion]

Chandre impatiently tapped his foot against the ground, eyeing the figure on the roof. He didn't have night visions, obviously, and the best he could see was that it looked to be about the size of a human. Which didn't mean much, considering most magical creatures could look human, anyway.
Another chilly breeze swept through the gaping hole in his robes and, despite trying to keep still, he shivered. He had absolutely nothing to cover it with besides his bag, and he wasn't about to use it as coverage.


At least he'd gotten a response. The figure at the top had dropped the umbrella, or what he assumed was an umbrella, and it had landed a stone's throw away from him. He nodded, pleased. He began the short walk towards it but stopped short as something materialized in front of him. Chandre stiffened.


Well, it definitely looked human. The proportions looked the same. As it turned around, Chandre caught a glimpse of fangs against the small beam of moonlight, and he instinctively took a step back. Most definitely not human. The inscribed runes on his black robes flashed a brief white before fading again, leaving him to see by the moon's light.


His runes had glowed? Only briefly, though. That meant that the creature in front of him was only partly undead. Chandre frowned. That didn't make very much sense. Whatever it was, he still needed the umbrella from it as the storm was beginning to pick up.


"Er, thanks," the apprentice mumbled, and stepped forward to grab it. Side by side, Chandre stood a full head and a half shorter than . . . what had it called itself? Casper? A bit intimating, perhaps, but he still stood boldly.


"Wait, isn't Casper the name of a ghost?" He tilted his head to the side. "You don't look like a ghost. And I can't feel any undead vibes coming from you."

((I'll reply to this after I finish my homework. (= ))

 

[UltraFomi]

((I'll reply to this after I finish my homework. (= ))

{Sure! I'm not going anywhere.Go do your homework. =D}





 
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