Fantasy Hawthorne Academy

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Xavier Caige~

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Xavier watched the newcomer and Maria converse as he stuck his pinky into his ear. His eyes wandered between them as they spoke, and he shrugged when he was asked if it was alright for the boy to watch the two spar.


"Yeah, sure, I don't really care." he said, pulling his finger from his ear and flicking the gunk to the ground. "Though I think I'll have to make you sign a confidentiality agreement so you don't tell anyone you saw me beat the crud out of a little girl."


Xavier laughed, slapping his knee in the process. When he realized nobody else was laughing, he cleared his throat again and muttered, "Well, I don't care what you think, anyway."


The Professor didn't even notice that Johnathon had wandered off until he turned to ask the boy if he'd like to watch too...huh.


"Pansy..." the teacher mumbled crossing his arms and glaring off in the direction Johnathon walked. Turning back towards the newcomer, Xavier gave him a nod and said, "Jonah Murphy, eh? I do believe you're in my class...this'll be good for you to watch...heh..."


Xavier's eyes glinted as he finished, "...you'll see what'll happen if you piss me off..."


The professor chuckled, and then finally processed what Jonah had said only a moment ago.


"About the whole "we aren't your normal students" vibe I'm getting around here, I mean. What's the deal with that?"


Snickering, the professor just shook his head.


"Geez, this wasn't in in the job description..." he sighed. "If you want a detailed explanation, go ask Kinya...but basically, it's just that. They aren't normal students...or professors. That's kind of it." 

~Lyra~

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Grinning as Mars agreed with her amazing logic, Lyra swished one of her dark pigtails over a shoulder. Delicately pressing her fingers to her chest, she said, "Brilliant, I know...thank you, thank you--"


"Of course, I will use my own money for this in case I somehow flounder a bid and end up winning."


Glancing back at Mars, Lyra couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. It was a very generous offer, willing to take such a gamble merely so the student council wouldn't lose anything...part of her wanted to tell him that if he somehow floundered a bid, that the student council would gladly just pay for it...but then again, if he did win, he'd still be getting a date.


"Alright!" Lyra smiled, nodding. Her face was slightly flushed by all of the excitement, not to mention it was a warm day. The girl fanned herself with her hand and said, "I say we hold the tea-party tomorrow!"


She grinned, not even stopping to hear what her peers had to say about it. She clasped her hands together once again and closed her eyes, smiling brightly as she said, "After all, tomorrow IS Saturday...and the longer we wait to have this tea-party, the less interested people will be! Besides, we have to have it quickly while the students are still enthusiastic about being here! AND there are shuttles into town on the weekends, remember? The dates can be held in town!"


Opening her eyes again, she could clearly see she was not backing down from the idea of having the tea-party the very next day.


"You all don't have to worry, I'll try to do the setting up tonight during the student party." she giggled. Sure, she was slightly disappointed that she wouldn't be able to go, but she was the one insisting on holding the tea party the very next day. "All you guys need to do is find girls to auction off! 'Kay?"


Lyra's mind had already set itself to the lovely courtyard that was Behind Hawthorne's main building. There were already tables set up under a quite large tent (so students could eat outside if they wanted to.). All Lyra needed to do was ask Crysta for some of her tea-sets and dig up some old decorations from the storage building. The student council had an entire room dedicated to decorations. Tablecloths, lacy details...ooh, she couldn't wait. She'd probably be able to ask Giovia to get some flowers...


It was a lot of work for one person, but she could get it done.

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

"Though I think I'll have to make you sign a confidentiality agreement so you don't tell anyone you saw me beat the crud out of a little girl."





Maria flinched a little and bit her lip upon hearing that... She shut her eyes and sighed in an attempt to keep a cool head. I ought to whip that bravado right out of him - Right here, right now, Maria thought, her anger clearly getting the better of her. "Let's get started, then - No more waiting. Come on, now, lead the way. Let's just see who will be beating whom." Maria, not allowing her anger to show, stood as tall and proud as she could, not showing any fear but feeling a bit scared. Perhaps this wasn't the best idea, but I'm going to go through with it anyways...

 

[SubstituteHero]

"I...," Jonah struggled for words upon hearing the girl's suggestion. "Think I will leave this one to you two. I'm more of a boxing guy."


Jonah humored them, but he knew this was sheer lunacy. Weaponry? In a school? I mean, school sports were one thing, but going medieval on some student's butts must have been illegal. With a face that surprise continued to grace, Jonah backed up a bit and left them to their business. He never took his eyes off the pair, though, they were far too entertaining to miss now. The young man noted on his schedule that he had met the professor, and drew back his pen before he left any notes about a certain administrator possibly being a crazy person. After all, these were two consenting individuals who wanted to beat the crap out of each other. Nothing wrong there. He would even pretend he didn't hear that comment, because his conscience didn't seem so keen on that bit.


To be polite, Jonah laughed in response to his apparent teacher, "A lesson before I even get started here? This is a pretty decent joint."


He also scribbled down the name Kinya, as a reference for later. I mean, this was too interesting to walk away from, but there was still the matter of what this school even was in the first place. Not to mention, he'd still need a dorm, the rest of his classes, and to make some friends. Plus there was some event later, and Jonah certainly wasn't the type to miss whatever it was that was happening.

 

[Magikarp]

Blake's gaze softened when he saw a light blush grace her cheeks, though his soft gaze disappeared when she started rambling about male pride and societies ideals with the male and female aspects of things. Blake wanted to face palm but pushed the urge to in the back of his head. Hearing that Lyra would get the headmaster to participate made him stiffen even more. He didn't think there was a demographic that would want Ms. Weatherstone student wise...but maybe there was some who liked older...sterner woman?


Wait why does Ms. Weatherstone owe Lyra a favor?


Blake opted not to question it, as he'd probably get a lengthy, jumbled up explanation from Lyra. That girl could be headache inducing sometimes. Of course Mars had to agree on Lyra's whole speech and even made up a scheme to get more money, but Blake couldn’t help but cringe at the absurdity of it…okay maybe it was actually a semi good plan, but talk about taking risks. Clearly Mars didn’t play around as he was completely serious and enthusiastic about his plan, obviously wanting the thrill of the risks.


“Con artist much?” Blake commented, with an eye roll toward Mars.


After Lyra's little ramble about the tea party Blake frowned a bit seems like a lot of work for one person.


"Don't bite off more than you can chew," Blake insisted.


Blake hoped Lyra got his message from that little sentence, which basically translated as 'don't overwork yourself, and if you need help ask.' Blake had no qualms skipping the party, in fact he'd probably end up doing that and help Lyra set up anyways.

 

[Sunasa]

~:.:.:Veronica Elizabeth McCarter:.:.:~

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Veronica felt a little strange. The tea party now tomorrow? but at the same time, she'd be with Headmistress Weatherstone checking about her curse. There was nothing she could do. She tried to push up the courage to tell Lyra, but what would she say? Was it the best idea? Would she be worried? "Uhm... I don't know about the times." Veronica looked down at her hands. Wringing them together and thinking about her fate. "Lyra... I have to meet with Headmistress tomorrow for... uhm...for... well It's something important. So I won't be able to make it. Maybe you could take me off the list for the girls being bid for." Veronica never felt worse about not being able to attend one of her parties. Especially one that involves tea, dresses, and everything she loved.


Lyra is gonna start thinking. She is gonna start knowing something. Veronica knew she would ask something. It was going to come sooner or later. What was she supposed to say to her best friend?


It seemed, losing Lyra was a lot worse than the pain she was feeling from this curse.


Veronica grabbed a pen and scratched her name off the list and then made a smile to the other members of the group. "Now listen, don't worry about it. What matters is the happiness of the students. I have academics to worry about. If I'm going to succeed later in life, I need to make sure I get more from this school. For that, I understand."

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[Sabr4]

((After much homework and being dragged around by people, I finally have a moment to check this RP! ... And I missed like 10+ pages... Yeah, I'm not readin' everything that's happened while I was away... -.-; ))
Leo shook her head, also glancing around at all the other people. "No, I haven't joined any clubs... I'm... a little afraid of entering a club room... all by myself... where I probably don't know any of the members... and they'd stare at me... wondering 'who does this girl think she is, coming into our club like that'..." Shaking slightly, bright green eyes wide with terror, the redhead kept glitching in and out, probably looking like a really crappy computer program...

Killua thought about that, "Maybe you can come to Athletics with me? You don't have to do anything, you can just watch?" Killua suggested. Is this how others ask each other on dates? Killua thought, then Killua immediately regretted it when his cheeks went noticeably rosey. Killua looked out the window hoping the sun light would hide it.

 

[Dead]

Shinji just shrugged and looked over at Emma with a curious look,"So... what should we do now?" Shinji asked looking around for something to entertain them till the bell rang. He wasn't must of a social type person especially with girls, Calista was a different matter of course since she has been with him the longest but other girls were not easy for him to deal with. It was a secret but he had a small fear of females in general, no one knew of this, not even Calista since this fear was created when he first moved back to Japan with his mother.


Girls bought memories of the past back to Shinji, bad memories that Shinji wants to forget but sadly they won't leave him, forever haunting him in his dreams. He was bound and chained to this fear for maybe all his life, unless he faces this fear himself but he had no strength to fight the beast, forever cowering in fear. But he never show it, his pain and suffering... maybe because he had that mask on to hide his true feelings. Well it didn't matter, Shinji wasn't gonna let others get close to him but he was gonna make an expectation for Blake and maybe a few... if they're interesting enough.


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-Calista is lonely ;-;-


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Kuro gasped when suddenly the girl started going berserk, creating layer of ice around the tree and then to the grass where Kuro stood. Climbing up to a nearby tree, he watched the scene unfold, a man coming over to the girl and called out to her,"This girl is nuts! She's going haywire!" Kuro exclaimed to himself, trying to hide in the shaking leaves as the air around him grew colder.


-Braindead-

 

[Queen Rai]

~Lyra~


"Don't bite off more than you can chew,"


Lyra shook her head and beamed, "Oh, I'm not! It shouldn't be THAT hard...besides, I'm sure the teacher's will be willing to help me...now, all I need to do is go talk to Miss Weatherstone about this--oh, I hope she's not busy tomorrow..."


Lyra was already scrawling down the things she needed to set up for the tea-party. She could easily raise some of the earth up to create a stage for the auction...all she needed to do was cover it with some wood planks...but where would she get those.


"I already know who I want to participate, oh and I just KNOW they'll do it!" she grinned as she began writing down the girls' names. "Calista...Lyra...Veronica--"


"Lyra... I have to meet with Headmistress tomorrow for... uhm...for... well It's something important. So I won't be able to make it. Maybe you could take me off the list for the girls being bid for."


Lyra fell silent, as she looked up at her best friend. What did she just say? Lyra stopped writing, and her head slowly bowed. She lowered herself back down in her chair, and she found her hands gripping her skirt. Now she knew something was wrong with Veronica...surely Miss Weatherstone would reschedule whatever "important" business to another day...right? After all, if Lyra was going to get the woman to participate in the auction anyway...


Maybe Veronica just didn't want to go.


But how could that be so? She was the one who suggested a tea-party in the first place. It was everything she loved! Tea, frilly dresses...was it the auction? Was she secretly very offended by the idea, but didn't want Lyra to feel bad about the suggestion?


Was she just trying to be a good friend?


Lyra blinked at the list as Veronica's hand suddenly scratched off her own name. With that scratch, she could feel a pit form in her gut.


"Now listen, don't worry about it. What matters is the happiness of the students. I have academics to worry about. If I'm going to succeed l~ater in life, I need to make sure I get more from this school. For that, I understand."


Lyra didn't know why...but it made her feel sick to her stomach that she could have just suggested something so awful that her best friend didn't even want to take part. She gently hugged herself, and then put on a smile and looked back up at Veronica.


"Alright, if you thinks that's what's best!" she said cheerfully, her voice slightly cracking on the word 'best'. The girl stood up, glancing at each of the members of her club and said quickly, "Meeting adjourned."


And she quickly and quietly placed the papers back in her bag, and slipped out of the room.


Veronica didn't want to come? Fine. That wasn't to stop Lyra from organizing the best tea-party ever! First, she needed to find all of the girls she had in mind. As she walked by the music room, she paused. She doubled back, and peeked through the crack in the door.


There was a girl in there...she was...gorgeous!


She'd definitely go for a lot.


Lyra gently knocked on the door.





~Professor Xavier Caige~


Xavier smirked at the girl's enthusiasm, and said, "Alright, let's go then."


If there was one place he knew how to get to, it was the training area. He saw it as an addition to his classroom, almost...it was huge, with everyone piece of training equipment you could think of. There was a lot of open space, indoors and outdoors, for sports and sparring alike. There was a rack of weapons that, of course, could only be used under the supervision of a Professor and couldn't be accessed without a key, which naturally, Xavier had.


As the two entered the training area, Xavier unlocked the weaponry and held the door open for Maria.


"Take your pick." he grinned. The weaponry was probably his favorite thing about Hawthorne...he still hadn't tried all of the different types of battleax! There were HUNDREDS!


(lame post for Xavier, sorry!)




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[Britt-21]

Emma shrugged "I dont know, you tell me. You're my eyes." she informed him "You can see more then I ever could..SInce it is free time..why dont we go outside? Or do you not like the outdoors? Sorry...I'm talking too much..." she looked away from his direction, feeling kinda stupid for talking all that much. What was getting her to talk this way? He was my savior, yeah..but why am I talking like this? Maybe because I never talked to boys...? Great.

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

"Take your pick."


"I do hope it's all right I use my own weapon," Maria unraveled her whip, gripping the stock and allowing the lash to go limp on the ground. "Or am I required to use one of these weapons? If I need to, do you have a gladius here? And which would you prefer I use, a whip or a gladius? I can imagine that you would prefer I didn't use my whip." Her whip wasn't very powerful, anyways - The thing wasn't designed to deal damage in the first place - And was only meant to add an intimidation factor to a not-so-intimidating person and for disarming an opponent, which she probably would have trouble with here. However, to put it bluntly, a lot of these weapons looked a bit on the heavy side...


I'm using my whip. I'm definitely using my whip.


"...Maybe I should use my whip. I would be better off with it, I think. I'm ready when you are."

 

[twilight sparkle]

Nichole glared at kouji and he said"imuto stop right now!" Hugging her tight. Nichole struggled and growled then went limp. The ice started to melt and the water went into the ground. Kouji sighed and picked her up bridal style. "Just rest now imuto." Smiling sadly. He went to take her to the nurse's to rest. Kouji said"let her rest for now, dont bother her. She was already pissed anyway." He said looking at elsa. Then looked at his sister moving the bang from her eyes. "Sleep well imuto. " kissing her forehead and walked out the door closing with a click behind him. He rubbed his temples and sighed going to the library.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

"Huh... Soraphine... Where have I heard that before?..." He scratched his head. "Oh yeah, I think you're in my healing combat collab group." He paused for a moment to let her take it in. "Mind if I just call you Sora? I'm bad with names, and Soraphine would be hard for me to remember.." He slowed down and got quieter. He got a familiar sensation. The feeling of something he couldn't really feel.. That rose with Nichole felt... Cold? He looked at the window and froze in doubt.


He stod there for about 3 seconds, then dashed about 4 steps forward and paused again, sending another glance out the window. "I'm sorry, there's something I have to check out." He quickly rambled as he once again dashed for the door, but by the time he reached it the feeling subsided. He slowed down and he stopped, his hand gracing the door as he lowered it to his side. He scratched his head.


"... Nevermind.... It was... nothing.." He slowly turned back around, trying to sense the feeling again, but it was gone. Either the rose was broken, or nothing serious had happened. In the first case, there was barely any chance for him to find her, so no reason to look, and in the second case... Well, it doesn't matter in the second case does it?


He started walking back towards them, but got stopped when someone knocked on the door. He stopped and turned around. He was a bit suspicious about whatever was going on, but he opened the door, and leaned against the frame. There was a girl outside, slightly shorter than himself. He had completely forgotten about keeping his eyes covered and now he felt uncomfortable. He reached for the sunglasses hanging from his neck, but he stopped mid-way through the motion, sighed, and said: "What's up? Are you a part of the club? You don't have to knock."

 

[Aryel]

Sora looked to the guy she was with and smiled. "Ofcourse you can call me Sora. My name is certainly a mouthful at times. We're grouped together in the healing-combat? Well, it's nice to finally meet someone from the group." She replied with a smile. "But pray tell, what is your name Mr. Piano man?" She asked, turning to face the male who was seated beside the piano, curious as to who this fellow was.


Then came a knock on the door. Sora couldn't see who it was since Geno was blocking her field of vision, but from the way Geno was speaking, it sounded like a female student, at the very least. Maybe another member of the music club? Another member of her healing-combat group?

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

(I editted my post instead of posting new, just pointing it out here)

 

[cojemo]

“Con artist much?”


Mars shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, call it what you want, I like to call it getting the most out of a situation." Even though he acted like he didn't care, he was slightly bothered by the fact that he could use people so easily and not think about it for a second. Sometimes he wondered if he was thinking less like a person and more like a robot, maximizing efficiency. Still, he wasn't going to stop his plan, as it was a great idea. He wasn't too worried about loosing money, as he had quite a bit to spend. His mother was a psychiatrist and his father was a detective, so when he was still at home he would sometimes help out with the work they brought home, getting paid for his help. Even now, his father sends him emails every Saturday with an old, fictional, or recent case detailed in it, and if Mars can solve it he sends some money as a reward. Sometimes he makes as little as $10 for simple cases, and sometimes he makes over $250 for more complicated ones. Needless to say, Mars had lots of money to spare if things went south during the auction.


Mars let out a sigh when he heard Veronica cancel. She would have probably made quite a bit if she were being bid on. Oh well. He wasn't too worried or distressed about her dropping, but he was curious. Maybe it had something to do with how she was at the beginning of the meeting? He didn't see Veronica act this way often, so it definitely piqued his interest. Mars had to do some investigation of sorts in order to quell his curiosity, though when he wasn't sure.


"Meeting adjourned."


Upon hearing that, Mars packed up his supplies and headed out the door. What should he do next? He could go look for some people for the auction tomorrow, but he didn't have a very good eye for beauty, plus it seemed Lyra had that all planned out. If needed, he could do some recruiting during the party. Instead, he headed over to the training area to practice his new technique he had been working on. Build up enough pressure, release to launch basically a fire missile. When he arrived, though, he saw the combat teacher Xavier with a few students, seemingly preparing for a fight. Mars had mixed feelings about Xavier. For one, he was very lazy and seemingly unmotivated, and the fact that he was a teacher made that worse. However, he was very strong and worthy of being the combat teacher. Mars had similar powers to Xavier, so Mars saw could at least relate to him somewhat. He decided to approach. "What's going on here, Xavier? Preparing for a battle or something?" Mars always liked to watch a fight, and if one was going to take place he didn't want to miss it.

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Mirabelle Ami




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Ami walked through the gate to Hawthorne, stretching her arms out and yawning. "Oh, what a shame," she muttered with a faux-disappointed tone. "I haven't made it on time! I guess I'll just have to skip class." Ami towed along her suitcase as she walked to the North Dorm - There were probably rooms there, she figured. As she walked to her dorm, she noticed a few boys walking in a cluster along the path - She couldn't help but smile a little as they stared at her. She slowed her pace a bit, flipped her hair and winked, then continued along. You are now free to 'ooh' and 'ah', Ami thought, and listened to the "Wow"s that escaped the mouths of the boys behind her.


This is gonna be way too easy, She thought. All I have to do is win over some guys and I'll be the queen of this place in no time flat. Now where is my dorm...?

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

Taking in a small breath, Johnathon took in the boy's appearance as he approached - his height, his clothing, his eyes, everything. Most notable of all were those eyes. That white within black: an intriguing, horrifying, yet almost appealing factor of his face. The school truly did preach to the outcasts of the world, those who were different, and more than often punished. It wasn't necessarily home to Johnathon, he had no physical traces of his power, and tactful as ever he had done well to conceal it. But even so, there was some solace for him, knowing at least he was among a school full of supernaturally gifted kids. An army, in some sense. He chuckled at himself for finding that to be appealing.


Geno was it? John nodded as Geno, the boy with the eyes, approached and introduced himself. His nonchalant sort of attitude and the calm, sophisticated, aura about him touched something inside of Johnathon; he felt some confidence in addressing the boy as he lifted his head, allowing their eyes to meet. "Hey," he said simply, a small trail of smoke rising from the end of his cigarette. And 'hey' was probably all he would have said, if the girl, Soraphine, hadn't perked up. Johnathon wasn't without social tact, and he knew it wasn't, strictly speaking, polite to enter a room and then proceed to ignore everyone else. So in response, the boy embraced more of his 'friendly' and appealing side, letting a small smirk crack his lips.


"It's good to meet you both as well, naturally." 'Neehturelly' is how his final word sounded, the common Polish 'flare' he had to his voice acting up some. He removed the cigarette from his teeth for a brief moment, setting it aside the ivory keys of the room's grand piano. "Your playing," he continued, gesturing to both Sora and Geno, "sounded well." With a smile stretching from ear to ear, he then proceeded to perform a glissando down the beautiful keys of the piano. He ended it perfectly in time with Sora's question, and without lifting his head he answered, "Johnathon."


Now locked in the grip of this piano, a boy before the gates or paradise - before pure pleasure - Johnathon began to tone out everything else around him. His mind, his fingers, his instincts, they all lent themselves to the ivory keys. At first he began slowly, plucking away at a few cords, adding a crescendo here or there, evening out a melodic tune. Then, with great vibrancy, as he continued to play, his entire being became one with the movements of his hands. Flowing back and forth across the keys, sweeping them with great energy, John led the notes he played into a melody that folded out into Clair de Lune. As he played it, his head following every movement of the hands, his rapid energy settled, and he appeared quite relaxed; it gave him great peace.


As Geno opened the door to the room a crack, John began to slip out of his trance. There were a good deal of students on campus, so realistically anyone could be drawn towards the Music Room, but his curiosity still asked who it was. If they enter, he thought, I will know. For a moment he lifted his head from the piano to glance over at Soraphine. He regarded her appearance for a moment - the striking blue eyes and blonde hair - and then shot a quick glance over to Geno. In some way or another, based on the two contrasts of appearance Geno and Sora had, he found them together to be amusing. Truly, Hawthorne was a unique school. The more and more John thought about it, the more and more he had to agree.

 

[Queen Rai]

~Lyra~

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Lyra only had to wait for about a minute before the door had opened for her, which was good, considering how big of a hurry with him. She hadn't even noticed the boy's reversed eyes until he actually spoke to her...Lyra was too busy glancing over her shoulder and trying to get a better look at the girl. How amazing that Lyra had just stumbled across such a cute student! She would definitely go for a lot during the bidding...


And Lyra had the PERFECT dress for her...it was a simple lolita-styled white dress with-


"What's up? Are you part of the club? You don't have to knock."


Lyra's thoughts were interrupted by a boy's voice, which obviously belonged to the one who had opened the door for her. Tearing her gaze away from the girl, she almost flinched upon seeing his eyes. He was only a bit taller than her, so it wasn't difficult to look right into them. She blinked at him, and then shook her head.


"I-I'm Lyra, Student Body President." she smiled, deciding that it probably wouldn't be polite to stare. She reached out and grasped his hand with both of hers and gave it a nice squeeze. Letting him go, she once again looked passed his shoulder and at the girl. Definitely, that white lolita dress...the ones will frills and--


Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of piano notes ringing through the air. Sounding to be only beautiful dabble at first, the legato music transformed itself into Clair de Lune, a song Lyra knew all too well. She remembered vividly the time she had to play it at a recital against her will...


And how when she was finished, she slammed her small hand down on the piano and stood up so violently that the piano bench tipped over...and out of spite, during her bow, she stuck her tongue out at the audience...but she loved the song. While she was playing, she behaved perfectly fine...it was only until she realized how much she was supposed to be hating the whole thing that she freaked out. Of course, her parents (and piano teacher, of course) were mortified...but they couldn't really do anything about it, she did what she was told. She went up, played her song, and got offstage.


Things were almost completely different in her theater program. Lyra never got the lead in any of her plays...she was always an extra or a supporting part, but she never complained. She was just happy to be a part of it! She'd take her bow with pride, even if she only had two lines or so...at least she got to help backstage a lot with makeup and costumes. She was...pretty good at that.


Stepping into the room, Lyra wanted to immediately just grab the girl and ask for her name and see if she'd volunteer...but she wouldn't...COULDN'T talk through that beautiful playing. Whoever sat at the grand piano obviously had a passion for playing, as she could hear how delicately (yet strongly) each note was played, every single one of them being cared for individually...it was only something a fellow musician could hear...


Lyra looked up towards the piano, and had to choke back an audible gasp. The President was aware he played, yes, but Johnathon had told her he wasn't a virtuoso. This was...amazing. It wasn't just the fact that he could play Clair de Lune flawlessly...it was the way he played it. Lyra couldn't help but rub her eyes to stop tears from falling.

~Professor Xavier Caige~

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Xavier glanced over at her girl. He hadn't even noticed that had her own whip...impressive. He nodded and said, "Yeah, go ahead. It always does my heart good to see students with a passion for violence!"


He snickered and heaved one of the battleaxes off of the wall. It was heavy, yes, but Xavier was pretty muscular for a usually lazy guy. He easily held it over his shoulder and said, "Now, if it were up to me, I'd just let us go out right now...but due to Kinya's orders, all students must wear protective gear..."


He set down the ax and walked further into the armory. He came back seconds later a sturdy (yet light) set of armor. He smiled and began suiting her up before she could protest.


"It's about as light as normal cloth, yet it should protect you from any serious harm." he explained as he made sure all of the items were on correctly and securely. Last, he pulled a helmet over her head and grinned.


"Now, if you want me to stop, just say so. I'll go easy on you, alright?" he said, almost in a taunting voice. "Inside or outside?" 

~Nurse Elsa Longstorm~

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Nurse Longstorm was busy cleaning up both of the first aid rooms when Kouji burst in, Nichole in his arms. Elsa blinked a few times as he spoke, and then walked into the single resting room of the infirmary and laid the girl down on the cot. She raised an eyebrow and him and said, "If she's just going to be resting, why isn't she--"


Elsa was about to suggest taking the girl to her dorm, but decided against it. Nobody was staying in the room anyway...besides, maybe the girl was sick. As a nurse, Elsa couldn't let a sick girl run about the campus.


"Alright...but shouldn't she--"


But Kouji was gone. Elsa narrowed her eyes at him as he left, crossing her arms and getting back to cleaning the first aid rooms. She grabbed a simple cloth and ran it under same cold tap water before setting it on the unconscious girl's forehead. She shook her head, and then went back to her desk. Did this girl have any medical issues that Elsa wasn't made aware of? Impossible.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

The girl looked distracted at first, but when he spoke she looked at him and gave him the usual reaction for the eyes. To Genos relief she snapped out of it quickly, and squeezed his hand.


"Student body president, huh? Nice to meet you.." She seemed to be interested in something behind him, though, and didn't visibly pay much attention. He decided that he didn't have a real reason to get angry, so he moved out of the way to give her field of view.


The man who introduced himself as Johnathon, (which was definitely going to be John.) with a russian/germany-ish accent had started playing Claire de Lune. Genos general opinion was that it was tasteless, especially since it was classical, but Lyra seemed to be entranced with it.. Or maybe it was deeper, it didn't sound like anything above good, but he wasnt going to inquire about it.


He was here to have fun, and this collaboration thing proved to amuse him more than he would've expected it would. He left Lyra and returned to the violin. He was about to just start following along, when he realized that if the girl was listening to this for John, he would've broken the mood if he did. Instead he just played some basic tones on the side, trying to give the song a silver lining without diverting attention from John.

 

[twilight sparkle]

Nichole shook some and whimpered. The towel started to freeze over. Nichole opened her eyes weakly and sat up. "M-my ice." She looked at her hands and looked at the towel which was frozen solid. Nichole tried to relax and closed her eyes. She felt it go back to normal. Nichole sighed and held her head. she saw nurse longstorm and went silent. Nichole stood and said"I dont know what happened but dont touch me ok?" Walking out and sighed. She put in her ear buds and sang 'bad boy'.


Kouji was looking up for anything on his sister's powers. He wondered what made them go out of control like that. Nichole had always had her powers under control unless she was really stressed or pissed about something. He got a book on ice/ water powers and flipped through it quickly.

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Maria Scarlette


"Now, if it were up to me, I'd just let us go out right now...but due to Kinya's orders, all students must wear protective gear..."

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Before Maria could protest, Xavier was changing her into the armor. She blushed a bit - It had been a long time since anyone had even considered touching her, let alone dressed her. The armor suit wasn't all that comfortable, but it seemed as if it could protect her well and she had to admit, it did make her look pretty badass. "It's about as light as normal cloth, yet it should protect you from any serious harm." I figured, Maria thought. You've already put me into the armor - I can feel it's not heavy.





"Now, if you want me to stop, just say so. I'll go easy on you, alright? Inside or outside?"

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"Don't. I won't, so you shouldn't either - And inside. Definitely inside. If we're fighting inside, I would assume we're fighting in here?"

Mirabelle Ami




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Ami, having just checked every door in the North Dorms, Ami was a bit irritated. She sighed and pulled a hairpin from her bag and proceeded to pick the lock on one of the dorms. After half a minute or so of fiddling with the lock, she heard a click and the door opened just a crack. She swung the door open and slipped into the room.


When she entered, no one was inside. Maybe whoever owned the room wouldn't mind if she bunked with them - If they did, she could just work her magic and she would be fine. Maybe this place was going to be nicer than she thought, too - The room had to be one of the nicest she had ever been in, although the walls were a boring gray colour. That had to be changed.


She took the bed that appeared untouched - The other appeared to have been laid on already. She put her suitcase down on her bed and let out a sigh of relief - Carrying that thing around was a bit difficult. She didn't bother to bring many clothes with her, since she figured she would get a chance to re-make a wardrobe on the weekend, since she had been told she would get time to shop and go into town on the weekend. Whether she would or not, seven outfits, excluding the one she was wearing, should last her a week, so if she couldn't get anything right away, she could disappear for a while and come back with clothes.


Ami's eyes shifted around the room, desperate for something to look at. She noticed a spare key on a desk and slipped it into her pocket as quickly as she could. "I'll be taking that," Ami said to herself, "And I'll be back in no time. Or not!" Ami left the room and shut the door behind her and started walking around the school.

 

[Magikarp]

Blake watched Lyra scramble about, writing things down and pondering over the tea party. He could practically see the gears turning in her head, thinking about who will join, no doubt going to drag them into doing the charity date auction by using her bubbly charm. Blake couldn’t say he was surprised that Veronica dropped out. Though it seemed she was doing it for all the wrong reason. She seemed tense and her little speech was forced, with an undercoating of anxiety. Seeing that the meeting was adjourned Blake walked out of the room. Now walking through the halls and corridors of the school with no destination in mind Blake realized how drained her was. Contemplating whether he wanted to go to his room to get a quick nap, he turned on a corner quite literally bumping into Shinji, making him fall flat on his butt.


"There’s no fucking reason to stand in the middle of the hallway," Blake barked, too tired to brush it off.


Looking up he saw Shinji's form towering over him, gas mask included. Blake wasn’t one to get embarrassed but nonetheless a quite blush was forming on his cheeks. Blake than noticed that next to Shinji was a girl with chocolate brown hair and a pure white blindfold covering her eyes. Instantly Blake felt something tug at his heart and he knew what it was.


I swear...if I'm getting jealous over Shinji that would be a new low for me...why out of all people would I be feeling like this over this insufferable prick...

 

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Xavier Caige~

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Xavier nodded, and lead the girl over to a mat, about as big as a classrooom, and crossed his arms. She said, "The rules are the first person to be down for ten seconds loses. If you step off of the mat, you lose. If you surrender, obviously, you lose. Understand? Good."


The teacher hadn't waited for the girl's reply, and was about to start the match when he heard a voice.


"What's going on here, Xavier? Preparing for a battle or something?"


The teacher set down his axe and grinned. He liked Mars, and was disappointed that the boy wasn't in his class. The two had the same ability, give or take a few details, so Xavier could strongly relate to the boy.


"Yeah, how'd ya guess?" Xavier said sarcastically, gesturing at the position he was standing in. "Maybe you can go next, eh? Fighting fire with fire could be interesting...or incredibly stupid."


He laughed again at his own joke when nobody else did. Turning back towards Maria, he said, "Alright, let's get this show on the road! Ready? BEGIN!"


Without another moment's hesitation, the teacher lunged at the girl, battleaxe high over his head.

 

[Sunasa]

~:.:.:Veronica Elizabeth McCarter:.:.:~

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It seemed like the meeting was adjourned now. Veronica was somewhat slightly relieved. Making her way out of the room and into the hallway. Whatever had happened back there she hoped that the other members weren't going to wonder or be concerned about her. Veronica had noticed that when she felt the way she did about the festival, it seemed the curse had reversed itself a bit, or maybe stopped. Maybe nothing happened at all. It irked her brain and she just had to tell some one. Giovia!


Veronica made her way to the teachers door. Lightly knocking a few times and listening in to see if anyone was there. It seemed that most of the students were enjoying their free time. Making their way around the school grounds and enjoying themselves. It's only the first day. Why is this happening so fast? It felt like weeks as the time went by. It seemed that whatever was happening, made the time spent everywhere much more precious.


"Miss? Are you there?"


She knocked lightly on the door again, and waited a response.

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[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Maria Scarlette

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Maria smirked and lashed her whip out at the battleaxe, wrapping the end of the whip around the hilt. She pulled forward as hard as she could in an attempt to knock the Professor off balance or, if she was lucky, disarm him - But there was still the threat of the axe hitting her. She jumped to her right, then pulled her whip back toward her and cracked the whip against the ground as if to taunt Xavier. "Nice try - But maybe you should work on your aim!"


The fantastic feeling of adrenaline rushed through Maria - She hadn't felt it for ages, this. Everything seemed to fade away except the fight and time seemed to slow down when she needed to react. It was incredible and felt almost as if this battle was going on in its own little world...

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