Fantasy Hawthorne Academy

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Crysta Chime~

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Crysta narrowed her eyes slightly, and muttered, "Darkness...?"


And before she knew it, the mask was off, and she heard a quiet apology. Crysta shook her head, placing her hands on the boys shoulders. Part of her immediately wanted to venture into his mind to learn more about this. . .mask. Another part of her told her that it was a bad idea. . .a very bad idea. At that moment, Crysta went with her better instinct and decided not to invade Luke's private thoughts.


Well, not at that moment, at least.


"No, please, do not apologize." she smiled, gently patting Luke's shoulder. She wanted to say something to comfort him, but what could she say? She didn't know enough about this "mask" to try to tell him it was nothing to be sorry about, yet she didn't know if she should accept his apology. She didn't know if he actually did anything wrong.


Crysta dropped a hand, the other automatically going to her blindfold to adjust it. What was she supposed to say now? Crysta had been in some pretty strange situations in her life, but this was...different. Sighing, the professor outstretched her hand and said, "How about I make you a nice cup of tea? It will calm you down, Luke Bell of Emerald Island."


Though Crysta tried, she simply couldn't shake the strange feeling that she felt in the pit of her stomach. And of course, it didn't help that the whole "a monster got into Hawthorne" fandango had happened about fifteen minutes earlier. There was just malice radiating from Hawthorne ever since she woke up, and she didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit...and what she didn't like even more than that was that there really wasn't much she could do.

~Lyra~

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Lyra placed both of her hands on her burning cheeks in attempt to stop herself from blushing, but her attempts didn't really help anything. How was she going to survive the entire day with Johnathon when his touch had her blushing badly enough to make her feel like her head was going to explode? The question was: Why did his touch make her feel like that? That was a true mystery.


Do you have a smoke by any chance? Mine ran out."


Lyra blinked, and glanced over her shoulder, looking up at the bus she had just fled from. Standing in front of Johnathon was a boy that Lyra hadn't seen before. He went to Hawthorne, because he was on the student shuttle. He must've been a new student that Lyra had somehow missed at the gates the day before. She scowled at his words...


Great...ANOTHER smoker?


Lyra stuck out her lower lip, huffing and causing her bangs to fly out of her eyes. She sucked in her cheeks, and looked away. It was none of her business...they could do whatever they wanted to their lungs. Why should she care? She didn't lose any relatives to lung cancer or anything, so it wasn't like she had any sentimental reason to hate smoking.


Maybe it was just because she neglected her own health that she didn't like seeing others neglect theirs.


Oh, how corny...


"Hey!" she called. "If you want to smoke, try the convenience store around the corner."


And now I'm directing him towards his death sticks? WHAT HAVE I BECOME?!

 

[Larry]

Luke had already made the worst of starts to a new school; displaying to a teacher your other persona due to DID whilst placing a grinning mask upon your face that nearly goes from cheek to cheek while watching in the dark as he explains something that was more or less likely controversial. But, that was typical Luke Bell. Nothing was ever going to be simple when you're sharing a head with a psychotic, domineering version of yourself that could get you under wraps at any moment. Who knows, maybe she might be able to help me, he mentally noted to himself as he grabbed the bags that had been promptly strewn along the ground. Poor babies he smirked as he heaved the bags onto his back and onto his shoulder. He felt like a shepherd that had found two lost sheep, albeit they were right in front of him the entire time. The Irishman still wasn't entirely sure if his decision to come here was the right one. What if he ended up becoming a serial killer called Larry? How could he live with himself? Shaking his head his slightly but frantically inside, he managed a smile. They would only have to tolerate him for so long, then we would be gone out of their sight for good. The school could hold their head high and say proudly, 'We did the best we could with him'. But the thought frightened him all the same. He didn't want to involve Ms. Chime anymore in this. Such things could be maintained, such details so lightly presented.


Buddy, why do you fret so much?! You're killing me here! I MEAN, you need to get a grip... that's rich coming from me! I'll let you know something right here. That little Crysta, she can hear everything we're saying in here! Talking about knowing the bounds of privacy eh?! his familiar voice rang in his head, We could try and withhold everything we know but it would be utterly POINTLESS. Pointless I tell you! Like a snake she slithers around here, sucking up every last fiber our being for whatever purpose. You're afraid we might become a serial killer?! In this place, it would be hard NOT too! Hey, do you think there's anybody else in this place that wears a mask? I see these gas masks everywhere nowadays, it's upsetting me! People don't know that old is gold lad! Old is gold!!!





Luke hadn't the slightest clue about the whole mask ordeal, but how he deduced that Ms. Chime was peaking inside was rather interesting on his part.


"Are you sure Ms. Chime? I could imagine you've seen enough of me for the time being," he laughed, his arms aching slightly but nothing to cry over, "The last thing I'd want is to switch out again whilst drinking tea. The thing I need to put me in order is a bloody straight jacket. And that's the most honest thing I've arguably ever said."

 

[DreamCatcher164]

"Tom is the bomb! Is he yours?"


She smiled at Rafaela, as she flipped her hair again to renew the volume. This is something Tami did when she was trying to impress people; to make friends with them. Although she was a genuine person, she knew first impressions were important.


"And ya, I am new." She looked at the ground, thinking to herself that since Rafeala seemed to be warming up to her, she'd skip through some of the small talk and speak what was really on her mind.


"If you want...I can show you my power sometime. It's a random one really! With permission, I can possess the body of any conscious being in the universe; you and Tom included." She gaged Rafaela's reaction, to make sure she hadn't shared too much too soon.


Tami risked it again and continued. "Meanwhile, you'll be in my body watching yourself walk or fly around." She laughed. "So, what's your power?" she said with a bright eyed smile, "I'm sure its fascinating."

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Mirabelle Ami


OK, I think I can move now, Ami thought and struggled to try and stand up - She fell flat on her back again, but she had gotten to a sitting position before doing so, which was better than anything she had done thus far. Good.


"Hey, do you know where I can find any disinfectant or wrappings for my arm?" Suddenly a boy was noticeable - Either Ami's eyes were playing tricks on her or she had just missed the boy before then. "Oh, hey," Ami muttered disinterestedly. I'm really not in the mood... And I couldn't be charming if I tried. "Er, I don't know this place. The only reason I'm in here is-" Not important! He doesn't have to know! "Not important, never mind. I don't know what's where, and if I could move I might help you, but as things are I can't. Sorry."


That was actually nice. Congrats to you, Ami.


(@cojemo )

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[Queen Rai]

~Professor Crysta Chime~

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"Are you sure Ms. Chime? I could imagine you've seen enough of me for the time being,"


Crysta held up a hand and shook her head, about to tell the boy that it was her pleasure, when she could feel her entire body being enveloped in an ominous presence. She placed her index and middle fingers on her temple, her "vision" slightly blurring. She could barely make out what this "thing" was saying in the deepest depths of Luke's mind, but whatever it was, it made her uneasy. Though she was seemingly unhurt, the woman was now plagued with a splitting headache. She hadn't even tried to pry into the boy's mind...she hated to think about what would happen if she purposely dove into his thoughts. Usually, when she met a person, she could see their aura. A single, simple aura.


This boy had two. One was normal, full of good intentions and whatnot. Nothing Crysta hadn't seen. The other? She couldn't even describe it.


Something is very wrong...


Of course, it wasn't necessarily the strangeness about Luke that caused her to feel so light-headed. Of course, it couldn't be helping that the boy had some sort of alter ego with an oddly powerful energy about it. It could easily be the energy from whatever had gotten into Hawthorne making her feel so sick.


Crysta hated this confusion more than anything.


"The last thing I'd want is to switch out again whilst drinking tea. The thing I need to put me in order is a bloody straight jacket. And that's the most honest thing I've arguably ever said."


Crysta let out a light laugh, removing her fingers from her temple, and said, "Now, Luke...straight jackets are for the insane. You're only slightly crazy, like me. Then again, aren't we all?"


The woman laughed again, easily covering up her inner pain from the boy.

 

[cojemo]

"Er, I don't know this place. The only reason I'm in here is- Not important, never mind. I don't know what's where, and if I could move I might help you, but as things are I can't. Sorry."


Mars waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder as he rummaged through the various shelves, his bloodied arm still close to his chest. "Don't worry about it. I can find everything myself. I come here quite often, so I have a general idea of where to look." As he was looking for bandages and disinfectant, wincing slightly every time he subconsciously raised his injured appendage to open a drawer, his mind was working like it always did when he met someone new, trying to figure out what kind of person they may be. He wasn't an expert on the subject, but if he would hazard a guess he would say that her appearance would be found attractive by most guys. Of course, he didn't care about any of that, and focused mainly on her mannerisms and words. She seemed very matter of fact, though it was extremely hard to judge someone from this simple interaction. Add that to the fact that she was in the infirmary meant that any conclusion he came to would be skewed. Also, the fact that she didn't want her reason for being there known seemed odd to him at first, but there were lots of possibilities that would be better not known, so he just ignored it.


"Ah ha! found it!" Pulling a bottle and a reel of bandages from one of the cupboards, he took a seat on one of the beds adjacent to the girl. "Hope you don't mind the sight of blood." He winced as he unwrapped the soaked cloth from his arm, tossing it into the trash. His arm was dark red, but the bleeding had subsided substantially from before. Small drops of red fell onto his shoe as he unscrewed the bottle with his teeth. Okay, so I think I'm supposed to put this on the wound, then wrap it. He wasn't 100% certain of what he was supposed to do, but it couldn't be too difficult, right? Clenching his teeth, he turned the bottle sideways, letting the disinfectant flow and sting his injury. He groaned slightly from the pain, but forced a small smile through. "Got this little burn by practicing a new technique for my power. See, I have the ability to manipulate heat, and I've been trying to-" Whoa there. No need to give her an entire lecture on yout ability. Not everyone is interested in that. Mars reached over and grabbed the bandages, preparing to wrap his arm up properly. "Anyways, you must be new here. Names Mars. I'm the student treasurer around here, as well as the schools number 1 fighter and detective. Of course, there are a few that would disagree, but I've definitely left a mark. All you have to do around here is give it your all and never give up and your bound to get somewhere. How bout you? Tell me a bit about yourself." His face still had hints of pain on it, but it was mostly hidden through his faint smile. Welcoming new people was one of his jobs, and screaming in agony with a blood soaked arm wasn't exactly the most pleasant sights.


( @suzumiya42 )

 

[GreatWest]

~Raphaela~

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"Oh no, he's not mine. We're just friends!" She replied smiling. Tom made a gesture that seemed to confirm that. Rafaela listened mindfully as Tami explained her power, it was an interesting power, though she would have to refuse the offer, it's not like she appreciated having someone else in her body, you know. So she laughed lightly, while shaking her head.


"Maybe you can show me later, you see, I don't really like having someone else inside my body. And I think Tom wouldn't like that either." Tom made that same gesture as before. "No hard feelings, though!" She raised her hands in a sign of defense, the pigeon did the same with his wings. Rafaela seemed to notice that, and laughed. "Stop imitating me!" She said while putting her hands on her hips. It was quite funny to see a pigeon do the same. In the end, Raph ended up shaking her head as she giggled.


"Enfim," she turned her chocolate brown eyes to Tami once again. " You asked about my powers. Well, they're not really that fascinating. In simple words, Animal Control. I can control any animal, insects included. Though I do have a limit, and my mind need to be even. The last time I lost my mind while controlling animals wasn't very pretty." Raph shuddered at that. " I can also talk to them, I understand them. They understand me." Tom nodded. The Brazilian seemed to remember something, because she suddenly widened her eyes and slapped her forehead.


"Cacete! I didn't introduce my self! My name is Rafaela. Yours?" She also seemed to notice the guy just now, waving at him. "Oh hi! Sorry, didn't see you there!"


(Enfim: anyway


Cacete (btw, this is a bad word in Portuguese, I don't recommend saying it out loud lol): damn it)

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

As the bus slowly lulled to a stop, an exhale of breath wheezing from the inner workings of its machinery, Johnathon sighed with relief. But it was not a moment after that Lyra rose and instantly dashed from the bus, leaving Johnathon to more slowly relieve his seat and follow after her. Was that embarrassment he saw written all over her adorable face? Rather than take a flush at her reaction himself, John almost took heart in it - at the very least he was smiling now - and the pains he had endured were fading. It wasn't safe to make the call for a bright day yet, but he was certainly going to cast his lot into it. Buses apparently just made him uneasy, and as long as he wasn't sitting a hand's length away from Lyra on any occasion, he figured his emotions and conscience would be safe. That means no Ferris wheels, he told himself, nonchalantly swinging to the concrete pavement from the bus' door. In a moment he was beside Lyra, scratching his neck and smirking at the top of her head.


"Do you have a smoke by any chance? Mine ran out."


Johnathon's head turned a notch, regarding Tekis - the man who had presumably spoken. His eyes locked with the man's for just a moment before giving him another glance up and down, then voluntarily turning to Lyra for her reaction. "If you want to smoke, try the convenience store around the corner," she said, nearly forcing a chuckle out of John's mouth. So she was bothered by smoking. He remembered her actions in the music room the previous day, so ruthlessly stealing his cigarette and chucking it out the window. At the time he had found himself greatly irritated, but now it was just laughable. "Apologies," he stated to the other smoker, Tekis, "but I'm only carrying my Polish pack with me. It's, eh . . . " He paused to think of the appropriate word to describe it, deciding, "Special. It's a delicacy." Normally, his wording would have been far different, and less profound and delicate. Cigarettes weren't all that amazing to him (as he had just given the false illusion that they were), but he could definitely take pleasure in various brands over others. In this case the Polish cigarettes he carried were his favorites.


While they were speaking, Johnathon had casually scooted another pace or two towards Lyra, just close enough to tickle her fingers with his before interlocking them once again. He didn't know why he did this, but he almost wanted to see Lyra react similarly again. The first time it had lifted his spirits and made him feel better about his own inadequate social abilities and awkward control when she scrambled off the shuttle, so if she did the same again, he had a feeling his own emotions would be reinforced. Of course, it would also mean no more holding hands.


@Rai-Chan


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Ryuu cursed loudly, realizing his own mistake too late. Helplessly he watched Elsa storm from the room, painful tears streaming down her smooth cheeks, giving the janitor chills all down his back. In vain had he extended his hand to stop her, to console her with some half-muttered words. Now all for naught.


"Dammit!" he cursed again, resolutely clenching the coffee pot in his hand. "Wait, babe! My love is still pure! My love is like the American counterattacks against the Nazis!" Just at that moment as he moved towards the door, initiating the chase, Mars Porter stepped in. Ryuu and he were slightly acquainted, having had their share of visits in the nurse's office, but they had spoke seldom. From the way Mars clutched his arm though, the janitor got wind of the student's injury. It wasn't news to him of course, it was Mars' typical injury, but even though common it was nothing to be laughed at. "I'll return with Elsa," Ryuu said hurriedly, dashing off. "Elsa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!" he cried down the hall, catching a brief glimpse of the nurse as she made a dash around the corner. Skidding to a stop for only a moment, he was off again, hot on her heels, coffee jug in hand, as he rounded the corner and bounded after her trailing nurse robes. "My love," he panted, "is still pu-u-u-u-u-re! Don't *huff* run!" It had been a while since his last night skirmish, he realized, and he was feeling a little out of shape. Mopping and cleaning toilets weren't the best exorcise routines man had invented for the modern age, and chasing after Elsa was the proof of this. Suddenly, as the nurse rounded another corner in the series of winding hallways, Ryuu's sneakers gave him the slip. The approximate distance between him and the wall was too short and--


Bang!





Ryuu lied sprawled on the ground - head to the tiled floor and legs up against the wall. The coffee pot had spilled all over his milky white janitor coat, and it was now merrily spinning in loops around his still body, leaking out more 'nazi' brew. "My . . . love . . . is . . . pure," Ryuu wheezed.


@cojemo

 

[Larry]

For whatever reason Ms. Chime placed two fingers to her temple, Luke couldn't fathom one idea. Dealing with could be quite a handful, but that was what he expected nonetheless. Was it in slight irritation at his rambling on? Was it for the purpose of making clear as day to him that he was indeed annoying her? It was most likely the latter according to him. Why is it that wherever I go, I always end up scaring or hurting someone? the Irishman thought to himself, well aware that Larry was indeed listening to him. It wasn't him who insisted on the name, rather that he, insisted on it. Luke could just feel that he wanted to talk with Crysta some more for whatever reason. What he say to her though was of intrigue to him but it was no doubt in his mind something serious in a light-heartedly sound guise. That was just the way he was. Still holding the mask tenderly in his hand, he brought it up to his face, examining it for a brief moment. It had only felt like yesterday since he made this thing, a piece used to personify a madness within; and a smile couldn't be more appropriate. The Irishman could even imagine him saying something like, 'What are you looking at...baka?' But what she said about him being slightly crazy struck a nerve with him for some reason; she had no idea what housing insanity is like, knowing that insanity is a warped version of yourself was even more of a blow.


She thinks, we're just as crazy as her?! Has she even been talking to us?! She knows nothing of me, she nothing of us. How about we give her a sample of why we're called the Shade Slider, the Wall Rider eh? We haven't used them in the longest time either so it'll be shaking the ol' legs! I've got the perfect idea as always; we'll just change the appearance of this mask for a few moments! But of a reverse colour scheme to put it more plainly.Watch and learn, it'll be strange to get in control without the thing alright!


"You know nothing of us Crysta and that's the bottom line, 'cause Luke Bell said so!" he laughed, quoting one of his favourite wrestlers, "Now miss, I'll show you just a sample of our power, it's really cool I assure you that! I'll be reversing the colour scheme so it'll look EXTRA terrifying! Now, I'll just throw this over here..."





With that declaration, the veiling piece was thrown to the ground in a pool of shadow near the buildings entrance. The persona in charge wasn't as giddy as he usual was; maybe he wasn't comfortable without but a smile still sufficed on his face. Opening his open clenched, all fingers and thumb in tandem, manipulating the shade as it enveloped the garment. After being washed over liek a wave over sand, the mask was completely different. Where a plain curved smile once lined, now emerged a white crooked smile with the eyes receiving some of the plain-painted treatment. Sauntering over to where it was strewn along the surface, he picked it up with a twirl in his hands and put it back where it rightfully belonged. This time however, it would be different.


"Now it looks very much transfigured doesn't it?!" he asked maniacally, the ragged mouth moving as if were his actual face, a cheeky wink to ensure that eyes had received the same capability, "This is quite literally my face! What do you think of it? Is it frightening, does it bestow your little head a bit more anguish?! WE, are unlike anything you have ever seen. So do now talk about madness so lightly, you don't know the meaning of the word."

 

[Queen Rai]

~Lyra~

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Lyra felt her toes curl in her sneakers upon hearing Johnathon call his cigarettes a. . .what were the words he used? Special? Delicacy? The girl found herself biting down on her inner cheek, tapping her foot, and crossing her arms at her chest to avoid grabbing the stupid box of evil sticks of doom and chucking them into the garbage can with the strength of a thousand angry sumo wrestlers.


And then dropping a boulder on it.


Of course, she couldn't drop a boulder on it even if she wanted to. Like all of the students at Hawthorne, she was under oath and couldn't use her powers unless she was in the school, in combat, or at home until she graduated. If she broke this oath, and a human without a gift happened to see her, the school would have to go through all of the trouble to erase the memories of each person involved...and then Lyra would be expelled.


Even though she was able to prevent herself from doing this, Lyra couldn't help but say, "Oh, so at least you're destroying your lungs in comfort, then."


Now, that was unlike her. Usually, Lyra would keep her mouth shut, or make a casual joke to show that she disagreed. These words were heavily dipped in sarcasm with a good dose of rudeness. Lyra regretted saying them as soon as she did, and immediately uttered, "I'm sorry." before looking away silently. She knew why people smoked, and she understood how it wasn't easy to quit. Lyra simply wondered if these people knew what a single cigarette would to to them...and thinking about Johnathon suffering the side effects of smoking...


No. She wouldn't think about something so negative.


Lyra didn't notice Johnathon inching closer to her, as she was so deep in thought. When she felt the familiar touch of his fingers slipping through hers, Lyra completely snapped out of her thoughts. She almost reacted the exact same way she had before, reflexively yanking her hand away and scampering off, but it occurred to her that some may take offense to that. Lyra enjoyed holding his hand...hell, she REALLY enjoyed it. It gave her a sense of security, almost like nothing could harm her. Why should she pull away from that?


No. She wouldn't.


Mustering up all of her courage, Lyra gave Johnathon's hand a light squeeze, almost to say, "Yes. Hold my hand. It's okay. Just hold my hand...and kiss me while you're at it, 'kay?"


Lyra shook her head, mentally whacking herself upside the head with a book, and smiled up at Johnathon. It only then occurred to her that they weren't the only two people in the world, though it almost felt that way...even if only for a moment. Lyra turned her head to look at the boy who had been trying to bum a cigarette off of Johnathon, and asked, "What's your name?"

~Nurse Elsa Longstorm~

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Elsa kept running, despite all of Ryuu's desperate cries. She narrowly avoided bodyslamming the walls as she turned corners, as her hands were covering her face. Her sobbing echoed throughout the school, and she turned many heads. Nazi coffee? She would never forgive Ryuu as long as she lived. He could FORGET about living together, ever getting married, having, kids, HAVING A LIFE...that was all POINTLESS if she couldn't make coffee for him every morning.


"Ryuu-u-u-u!" she sobbed, skidding as she turned another corner. "Why-y-y-y?!"


Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and Elsa stopped running. She stopped crying out of shocked, rubbing her eyes as she turned around.


"Ry--*hic*--uu?" she hiccuped with a sniffle. She shuffled back to the corner the had just turned, nervously peering around it, much like a child would on Christmas Eve, trying to catch Santa Claus. Elsa exhaled sharply, horrified at what she saw before her.


Her poor, darling Ryuu...on the floor.


Elsa's inner nurse took over, and in an instant, she was by her sweetheart's side. She picked up his head, placing it on her lap, and squeaked, "Ryuu?! Are you going to die?! Are you already dead?! HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP!?"


She frantically thrust her three extended fingers into his face for a moment, and then she noticed her "Nazi coffee" spilled all over him, and the emptied pot spinning to a slow stop beside them. She clapped a hand over her mouth and cried, "Oh, you poor thing! This is all my fault! Are you hurt badly?"


She gently brushed Ryuu's hair off of his forehead and planted a kiss on it, saying, "I'm so sorry! You never have to drink my coffee ever again if you live!"

~Professor Crysta Chime~

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Narrowing her unseeing eyes, Crysta stood in silence as the boy showed his powers. If it were Giovia or Xavier standing there instead of her, they would have used their own powers to stop the boy, and then send him on his merry way to Kinya's office...but firstly, Crysta couldn't really do much to stop the boy, unless she wanted to use her own aura to weaken his powers to the point that he couldn't use them. She didn't do that because it would be causing the boy severe pain. Secondly, Kinya was in NO condition to be dealing with anything that might cause her even the slightest bit of stress. She could snap at any moment, and she really just needed to relax.


As Crysta made out the energy of the shadows in her mind, her eyebrow twitched slightly. She felt a thread of pain weaving in and out of her mind as the boy showed his powers. This was the point that she usually would have put a stop to such a thing, but somehow, she couldn't. It was almost like she was entranced by it...


She almost...welcomed the pain.


Crysta let the boy finish his performance, but was slightly amused when he said, "WE, are unlike anything you have ever seen. So do now talk about madness so lightly, you don't know the meaning of the word."


She shook her head, and tapped her blindfold lightly with her index finger, saying, "You are unlike anything I've ever sensed, my dear boy. I cannot see...and madness? Who said anything about being mad? Insanity, craziness, madness...they are not all the same, I assure you, Luke Bell of Emerald Island."


Crysta was seemingly unfazed at this point, even though traces of pain were still quivering in her head.


"Insane people belong in straight jackets...crazy people...well, you'll find them everywhere. Everyone is crazy. If they weren't, everyone would be the same, am I correct?" she explained with a smile. "When people first meet me, I can hear them thinking...'wow, this lady is completely crazy!'...I don't disagree."


Crysta's smile faded, and she bit down on her lip.


"Madness..." she sighed. "Mad people are capable of doing great things! Amazing or terrible, just like madness cannot be described as solely good or bad...I don't believe you are bad, but you seem to think so. Am I correct?"

~Professor Xavier Caige~

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Xavier nodded, and said, "Giovia should have head back to her office by now...she's the Healing and Protection 101 teacher. I work with her every year, and our students collaborate. We've recently changed a bunch of the pairings up, but I can't say I remember who you were paired with...she'll know."


The professor lead the boy out of the bathroom, and they started their walk towards Giovia Eriwind's office. As he thought about it, Xavier hadn't really thought about the first collaboration assignment. He knew that he and Giovia would spend the first fifteen minutes or so briefing their classes about what to do and what NOT to do while in the forest, and then they'd all meet up in the main training field. The new collaboration partners would be called out, the students would be paired up. . .and then they'd all go to the forest where...


OH CRAP.


Xavier was supposed to round up a monster for each of the collaboration groups to kill! He had totally forgotten!


"Hey, Xavier, did you get those monsters for the first collaboration assignment? School starts in a month, you know..."


"Xavier! Glad I ran into you. Those monsters are taken care of for the first collaboration, right?"


"Oh! Xavier, just reminding you that we need some monsters! Remember?"


"Xavier, school's starting in a week. You've got those monsters, right?"


"Ah, Orientation was exhausting...oh, those monsters are taken care of, right?"


HOW COULD GIOVIA NOT REMIND ME?!

~Kahra~

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As Nichole and Cylva started off towards the dining hall, Kahra had managed to get distracted, and had started to wander off towards the main building. She really did wonder why her sister seemed to despise her...hell, the two never spent any time together. Kinya had gone off to school when Kahra was too young to remember much, and then she never came back. Kahra never received one phone call. It made the girl wonder if she did anything wrong.


Of course, when Kahra's parents discovered that their second daughter possessed abilities as well, they tried to find a way to...extract them. Of course, THAT didn't work. So they shipped the girl off the Hawthorne the first chance they got. Kahra was more than happy to go, as now she could finally figure out why her sister shut her out.


Kahra never considered that Kinya might've not been the one who shut her family out.


The girl began to hike up the stairs that lead to Kinya's--or, Headmistress Weatherstone's--office. About halfway up the large flight of stairs, the girl stopped. She looked down at her feet for a moment before turning around, and climbing right back down.

 

[Larry]

~Luke~

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The Irishman took the mask from his face and stuffed it in his bag; that was enough for one day. Luke really needed the cup of tea, he needed to relax and ask a few questions. That sounded okay, albeit he wasn't one of the inquisitive sort. But then, that gave him an idea that could work depending on how it's handled. From the conversation he has had thus far, there was no doubt in his mind that Ms. Chime was a trustworthy person but he could he trust her with the mask? I don't see what the problem would be, she's seems extremely powerful to be a teacher at this school right? he thought as he fished for the same item he hid away a moment or so ago. He held it in his for a moment, then looking up at his teacher for a brief glance. What else could he do? He's only just arrived yet faced with a dilemma that could end up hurting him or his fellow classmates. There was no other choice, he had to give it to her. But he already knew the capabilities of that thing, he didn't need to be wearing it for it to be used. The man of the Emerald Isle knew full well that it would find a way back to him. Shaking his head, he hid the piece once again in his hoodie, however he managed that. He decided that it would be best to ask her over the cup of tea, seeing as discussing such delicate matters in an open space would hardly have mirrored it to a private matter. Not a man that would pride himself on many things, but the name with Bell as a surname likened himself to brewing a good cup of tae. Now, thinking that deliberating with himself mentally was enough, he turned his attention back to the teacher in front of him.


"You are right Ms. Chime, ya hit the nail on the head there alright," he replied, not finding himself worthy to look at her blindfold, "I've actually got something to ask if we're going to get that tea you mentioned earlier. So will we head off?"


Buddy, what do you think you're doing?! You can't let me off the leash for one minute without dragging me back into the confines of our mind can you? I'm disappointed, I thought we had a stronger friendship then that! Well, that was a rather strange way to reply to our rather serious yet not serious statement eh?! Well I don't know about you, BUT my madness is a madness that I want to spread. Like a disease, but what she was twue! Insanity is subjective, it cannot be bad or good; it's only good if you think it's good, bad if you think it's bad. Now that I say that, isn't that really just the way of the world?! Well, to me anyway! We've been really off our game today, I took control about two times and we didn't frighten her ONCE! Maybe she's used to seeing weirdos with masks, who knows?! Anywho, we need to stop sticking around here, what happened to getting the cup of bloody tea! I'm parched here!...Who the hell says parched but some pretentious twat with a pole up his behind twice the size of the spire?!


If you keep acting like this, you'll just spawn a more serious personality; this disease isn't just limited to two you know? You could have seven for all we know!


Now that his alternate-persona was doing with his mindless babbling, a thought sprang to his head about whether or not he might be able to practice wrestling here. Luke had began training himself when his family moved to Dublin and he participated in IWW, also known as Irish Whip Wrestling, giving it's name to one of the most utilized moves in the whole sport. That was another thing he could lay upon her when they sit down and talk; hopefully that will be soon. Hopefully, at least to him, will be the last time he'll converse with Ms. Chime. She had endured him for too long, Luke didn't like people fretting over him especially if he has been disturbing them for the last few minutes with an almost childlike version of himself.

 

[AshenLily]

After asking her question, Cylva had continued walking, but upon receiving no response, turned to find Kahra. She saw the girl quite far away, walking up a large flight of stairs. "Uhh... Kahra?" As Cylva called out to the girl, the worry was apparent in her voice; as was the ever so slight hint of irritation, at the expectation of food being set, and then being delayed.


Looking back and forth, between the dining hall, and the main building, she silently cursed herself for already caring enough about the girl to abandon the prospect of food, just to ensure that she was alright. Kahra appeared to be coming back down the stairs, but looked as though something was wrong. Cylva briskly jogged over to the foot of the stairs, and looked up at her. "Kahra, is everything alright?" Her stomach rumbled loudly. Angrily. It clearly didn't agree with the decision she'd made. Ignoring it, she continued. "I know we haven't really know each other very long. At all. But if you need someone to talk to, I'm willing to listen." She offered a smile.


Why is she so easy to get along with? Cylva was a loner. She'd always been a loner. That was just the way it was, and that was just the way she'd liked it. Caring about others was far too difficult. She'd cared about people in the past, and where had that gotten her? She looked down at her arm, sighing softly. It was so much easier not to care about anyone, except herself... and yet... As she waited for Kahra's response, she couldn't help but wonder if the girl had been born with her powers, or if hers had been manufactured, as well. Based off of her own description of them, they sounded natural.


Natural. The thought struck Cylva as amusing. As natural as someone whose very existence defies nature could be, anyway.

 

[Holo]

"Something wrong sir?" Anthony asked looking at Xavier when a memory hit him so hard he nearly fell.


Day two after the crash.


Anthony had managed to salvage a first aid kit and a bottle of water. He had also gotten a flare gun and a heavy jacket from the captain's seat. "God it's cold and w..." Anthony heard a really odd noise right behind him anf then took off like a shot. "Windigo!" The thing yelled and started the pursuit as a defender of the Canadian wilderness Anthony's plane crash really pi**ed it off. Anthony ran straight into some small crevice between boulders and ended up sliding a long distance into a sacred lake.


Current day


After the memory Anthony had a bloody noise and was extremely dizzy but the animal inside him was firing on all cylinders. Making it so that he could smell Xavier and some thing nearby.

 

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Crysta Chime~

​

Crysta smiled at Luke, and looped her arm through his. To anyone else, it just seemed like a friendly gesture. In actuality, thanks to Luke's outburst, the woman's "vision" wasn't very reliable. The pictures she had created were crumbling apart, dissolving like a piece of paper in a murky puddle. She had the basics of what was in front of her, but details were scarce. She'd be able to lead Luke back to her office, but to make sure she didn't trip over a root or something ridiculous like that, it was probably best to hang on to his arm.


"I don't suppose you were at the tea party this morning..." she said as she started walking. "...but all of the tea leaves were grown, dried, and ground by yours truly. It's always been a hobby of mine, so I have quite the selection for you to choose from. Chamomile, Chai, Oolong...and a bunch that I can't pronounce...it's funny, the first cup of tea I ever had was when I was seven years old...I hated it. It was prepared correctly. So right then, I made it my epic quest to..."


It was almost strange how Crysta rambled on about something as petty as tea with such passion, as if it were every ounce as important as what had happened only moments ago. The woman was definitely strange, there was no doubt about it.


If you keep acting like this, you'll just spawn a more serious personality; this disease isn't just limited to two you know? You could have seven for all we know!


Crysta stumbled slightly, clutching Luke's sleeve as she did. She took a moment to regain her composure, saying, "I'm alright." before Luke could even ask, and then kept walking. Those words...they sent chills down her spine. She wasn't even trying to listen in on the conversation that took place within the boy's mind, and those words hit her violently enough to cause a physical reaction. Especially the word 'seven'...why did that connect with her? She didn't know, and she really didn't want to know.


That was when Crysta decided.


"Luke, you are not in my class. . ." she said, loosening her grip on the boy. ". . .but would you like to be? Transferring you would be no trouble, but I think you would benefit greatly from Meditation and Focus. I serve all of my students a cup of tea in every class. . .well, what do you say?"


Truly, Crysta wanted to transfer him for completely selfish reasons. She wanted. . .no, needed to know more about this boy. Why? Hell if she knew.

~Kahra~

​

As Kahra reached the bottom of the stairs, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She waited for a moment, and it vibrated again. She groaned, as repeated vibrating meant she was getting a phone call, and there was only one person who called her. Kahra pulled her phone out of her pocket, not even bothering to look at the caller I.D., and said, "Hi, Mom."


"Kahra, sweetie! How's school? I hope this isn't a bad time!"


"No, no, it's fine. School's going good. . .well, considering I've only been here for a few days..." Kahra said, quickly shuffling outside.


"Have you run into your sister at all?"


Kahra stopped for a moment before she exited the building, taking one more glance at the staircase. She sighed, pushed out the doors and said, "No, she's been busy."


"Oh, well...I tried calling her last night, but she didn't answer."


"...well, don't worry. I'm sure she just missed it--" Kahra said, leaning back on the building after the left, twirling a lock of hair around her index finger.


"Oh, Kahra, I'm sorry, I have to go. . .hey, call me tonight, okay?"


"Oh, okay. Tell dad I love him!" the girl said quickly.


"Can do! If you manage to talk to Kinya, tell her to call, okay?"


"Okay. Bye, Mom."


"Bye, sweetheart!"


Call Ended.


Kahra watched the words flash on her phone for a moment before shoving it back into her pocket and mumbling, "So she's ignoring them, too? Geez. Well, at least I'm not alone..."


The girl stepped down the few stairs that lead up to the main building, and was about to head back over to the dining hall when she heard a familiar voice.


"Kahra, is everything alright?"


Looking up, Kahra saw Cylva jogging towards her. The girl smiled and was about to tell her new friend that everything was A-Okay, but before she could, Cylva spoke again.


"I know we haven't really know each other very long. At all. But if you need someone to talk to, I'm willing to listen."


Kahra smiled and held up a hand, saying, "I'll keep that in mind. Everything's perfectly fine, I was just going to see if I could talk to Kin--I mean, Headmistress Weatherstone for a minute. I changed my mind, figured it would be best to grab some food first."

 

[Britt-21]

(Thanks Rai!)


Emma rolled her eyes under her blindfold (Since i forgot if it was on or off) "That is so weird..." she said, pulling from the hug, but still standing close. When he said if she was in the auction, he's pay a million dollars. Her face turned red and she was shocked "W-What?" she blinked and shook her head "Luna look i'm flattered and all but come on, a million dollars? I find that hard to believe." now she was putting her shell on.

 

[Aryel]

(finally! another post! XDD)

SORAPHINE GRIMALDO


"It's a pleasure to meet you Princess Soraphine. I'll be your prince for today, Alain Olliston at your service. You can call me Al if you like." Alain told her, earning a red scarlet face from Sora. "I-I'm no princess.. B-but, it's nice to meet you too.." She said, her blush deepening. The kiss on her hand was just the cherry on the top. When he commented on her hand while rubbing his thumb over it, Sora's knees began to buckle. "I.. Uh.. Ahh.." She slurred out, at a loss for words. She did nothing to let go of Alain's hand, the warm feeling an inviting one.


"Uhm.. Shall we g-go?" She asked, looking at their surroundings, seeing as everyone else was leaving. She then held Alain's hand and began walking away from the tea party. "W-what should we do right now?" She asked him, forgetting that his hand was still in hers.


SOLAIRA GRIMALDO


'Getting familiar with the town.. and each other huh?' He thought to himself. He looked down to Maria and smiled at her. "Of course, that sounds like a good idea." He said, taking a hold of her hand. It was small compared to his large hand, given that he is quite taller than her. They then walked out of her room and out onto the hallway, leading into the exit. Students gave them not-so-subtle stares as they walked past. Sol didn't mind this, he was with his date, it was all that mattered right now. He then did something he'd know Maria would reject, he placed a kiss on her forehead, in front of a group of girls who gave her the stink eye.


He looked back up to them and saw that they then walked away. 'Che..' He thought, he hated girls who acted like they were the queens of the world. Looking down to Maria, he frowned a little. "I'm sorry I did that." He murmured apologetically. He really didn't mean to do something she didn't want, but he just couldn't stand the type of girls that think they own the world. "I hope you forgive me.."


LUNATIO GRIMALDO


"Weird or not, I would still bet a million on you." He said, feeling as if she was beginning to reject him again. "And don't you put up that shell of yours again. I would seriously bet a million on you. If you do not believe me, ask my siblings. They know how serious I can get." He added, his hold in her tightening somewhat. He also noticed the blush that crept onto her face. He found it cute that she was trying to hide it. He placed another kiss on her forehead, smiling through the kiss. "You're cute when you blush, love." He said, placing her head to his chest.


After a few moments of bliss, Luna pulled away. "Shall we go somewhere, love?" He asked her, his inner gentleman coming back. He let go of his hold on her then grabbed her hand, her warmth a pleasing feeling. He loved it, and he never wanted to lose it.

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@Britt\-21 @DeijiiChan @suzumiya42

 

[Larry]

Luke was very much surprised by the seemingly spontaneous gesture, so much so that it caused a blush to appear on his face. The Irishman was never one for women, he may never not be if he wishes to live out life without a family. Mainly due to the fact that he wants a quiet life, but such things are few and far between nowadays. A simple cottage in the country with a rocking chair outside on the porch, all wooden, wouldn't have it any other way. Tranquility was something that he tends to appreciate when it's there, grieve at it's absence. But the fact that she talked with such zeal, such energy when talking about tea planted a smile on his face. Luke himself enjoyed making a good cup of tea; although he never had a chance to choose from any of those suggested by Ms. Chime. The question would be, 'Do you have Lyons teabags?'! But her stumbling and clutching on his sleeve were duly noted, to which such actions made him inquisitive about why. Was there something that made her ability ineffective? So much so that it would deprive of the very ability to walk? The man stuck between two minds quite literally, wouldn't have been surprised if she was acting like this because of him. If she could indeed hear what he say uttering inside his head, would something that was remarked in there caused Crysta to become like this. Who knows? Hopefully she'll be better by the time we get to her office. The last thing I want is to carry her in my arms! he laughed to himself mentally but requiting back to a normal face which was typically a smiley one. The joys of being from Ireland.


"Well miss, if you think that would be best for business...then I don't see a problem in doing," he admitted, keep a firm hold her arm in case she lost composure, "In fact, that was the very thing I wanted to ask you. Albeit, there's something else I have to ask that would be more appropriate to the confines of your office. So yes, I wouldn't mind at all if you'll have me."


Lady's man Luke, good man yourself lad! You've already got one teacher under your wing! I saw under your wing because the poor creature looks like she'll drop from it sometime soon! So you're transferring to her class so she can peep inside our are you? Not the wisest choice, but since you'll more or less likely be in control during said time, I'll make sure to give her an even more throbbing headache then the one she has now! Imagine what she would be like if there was another one of us in here! So there's the mad one, the gentle one, now all we need is a serious one! We sort of come on out without your saying so if you get in a fight or something, maybe then another one will be added! Then we'll have a party on our hands! Remember Randy Orton's theme song? 'I hear the voices in my head, they come to they understand they talk to me'!





That was the last thing Luke wanted to hear. Just thinking of another voice emerging from the darkness of his mind was the last thing he ever wanted, but sometimes in life, you never get what you want. That was just they ways it goes unfortunately. However, a serious one rather then a mad one was bit more comfortable. But Larry was by no means wrong in his expected deducement. Such a thing could very much indeed happen.


And so it has.

 

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Xavier Caige/Professor Giovia Eriwind~

​

Xavier was about to answer Anthony when he noticed that the boy's nose was bleeding, not to mention that it looked like he was about to pass out at any second.


Dammit, Xavier. This is what happens when you try to help someone. They become a problem.


"Erm, you okay?" Xavier asked awkwardly. The boy was obviously not okay. . .it was just a good thing they were on their way to go see Giovia, one of the most talented healers in the Otherworld. She'd probably be able to help. . .and get this boy out of his hair. Xavier sighed, and without another word, hoisted the boy up and over his shoulders. It was a little strange, yes, but it would be faster. As Xavier walked, he earned many strange looks, at which he just snapped, "What? Ya never seen a grown man carrying a bleeding boy away?"


No, they probably haven't.


It didn't take long to reach Giovia's office, and Xavier "knocked" on her door by repeatedly kicking it with his foot until the flustered woman came to answer it. She looked annoyed at first, but her annoyance faded to confusion when she saw the boy.


"Xavier, I swear, if you knocked out another student..."


"No, it wasn't me this time, I swear!" Xavier said quickly, inviting himself in and heaving Anthony onto the couch. "He was retching in the bathroom, and since I'm such a great person, I asked him if he was okay. . .he asked me where the new students went, yada yada yada. . .I told him he should go see his teachers to pick up his homework and all of that, and since I'm such an AMAZING guy, I offered to escort him. . .and then suddenly, he just looked really. . ."


Xavier gestured towards the boy.


"He looked like that. That I just picked him up and brought him here. He's your problem now! Take him to Liam when you're done, 'kay, byyyeeee!" Xavier said quickly, starting back towards the door.


"Hold on."


Xavier stopped, and turned around. He could feel beads of sweat accumulating at his brow.


"Did you get the monsters all ready for Monday?" Giovia asked, handing Anthony a glass of water.


There was a very long silence before Xavier finally said, "Um. . .well, it's a funny story, actually. . ."


"Xavier, I reminded you like, eight million times!" Giovia groaned, slapping her hand over her forehead.


"Hey, you should know that I never listen!"


Giovia wasn't amused. Xavier rolled his eyes and said, "I'm gonna go do it right now, okay? Geez, don't get your panties in a--"


"WHAT WAS THAT?!"


A manly scream echoed throughout Hawthorne. 

~Professor Crysta Chime~

​

Crysta nodded, though she was hardly listening. Did the number seven have some sort of significance in this boy's life? Was that why the word nearly knocked the wind out of her? She didn't know, and it made her want to tear her hair out. Certain words that echoed throughout Luke's mind somehow reverberated within hers. This was so strange to her, because firstly, she never heard a person's thoughts unless she wanted to. She could see their energy, yes. . .but unless she actually willed their thoughts to fill her own mind, she couldn't tell what they were thinking. Secondly, why was she only hearing certain words, and not full sentences? Crysta thought maybe there was some sort of message in the words, but nothing she came up with made any sense.


Seven...wing...control...voices...


They were almost like trigger words. She couldn't make sense of them, but these words kept repeating themselves in her mind. . .in that voice. Crysta didn't even notice that Luke had gone ignored until they were almost at her office. She straightened up slightly, and stuttered, "A-ah, yes. We're almost there, and you can ask me anything, alright?"


After a few more minutes, the two had reached Crysta's oddly decorated office. She always left the door unlocked, so she slipped her arm away from Luke's and pushed the door open. She trusted herself to navigate her office, as she had spent hours inside of it. Of course, like her classroom, there were no chairs. Two, simple bamboo mats facing opposite of eachother, a few piles of strange looking pillows, oriental rugs, and incense holders in random places around the room. Crysta made her way over to the cabinet that held a giant selection of tea-leaves, each neatly placed in its own spot. None had labels, though.


"Take your pick!" she smiled, placing her kettle on the small tea-stove and setting out two simple tea-cups.


((Kinda short, I know! Sowwy!))

 

[AshenLily]

Cylva nodded. "Right. Let's go. I'm starving!" Without hesitation, she turned back toward the dining hall, and began walking. She always hated awkward silences (which she interpreted this to be), even more than she disliked socializing with strangers. As it were, this particular girl was no longer a stranger, and the company was actually nice. The awkward silence(?) would be broken. As she walked, she turned back to Kahra.


"So. What classes are you in? I've got Basic Combat 101, and Meditation and Focus, myself. I'm hoping between the two, I can figure out exactly how to control this stuff..." she gestured to her arm. "I mean, it wasn't all that difficult to grow it..." Err... Does crystal grow? "But I'd imagine there's probably some sort of way to manipulate it further. And, hopefully, remove it..." her voice trailed off. Well, at least it isn't ugly, I suppose. This was true. The crystal was perfectly clear.It was pristine, and fragmented the sunlight beautifully, displaying the various colors of the spectrum on the objects around her, as she moved in the sunlight.


Cylva had asked her question, hoping she'd be in the same classes as Kahra. School was always so difficult, especially when you didn't know anyone. At least, as far as she could remember. She'd been home schooled the last few years of her life, as the crystals had begun to show beneath her skin. While they were fairly simple to cover up, the ones on the backs of her hands, excluded, she always hated dressing so warmly. The days of living in long-sleeved turtle necks, jeans, and gloves all days of the year were finally behind her.

 

[Queen Rai]

~Kahra~

​

Kahra grinned and said, "Really? Me too! Though I don't know if I'll be of much use in Combat...I'm a lover, not a fighter..."


Giggling at her own "joke", Kahra pushed open the doors of the dining hall. It wasn't very crowded, as most of the students had already eaten or were in town. Picking up a plate, Kahra scanned her options. Spaghetti, hot dogs, fettuccine Alfredo...Kahra just got a little bit of everything.


"I should be pretty good in Meditation and Focus, I heard the teacher is really nice." Kahra said as she grabbed a cup of pre-poured water and a fork. She head for a table, plopped down, and dug into her food.


It really wasn't pretty.


(Flipping lame post, I know DX)

 

[Holo]

Anthony was grumbling as Xavier started carrying him. "Dude it's just due to altitude change and some mental.... Things." Anthony said before giving a sigh as Xavier lugged him down the hall. When he hit the couch it knocked some of the wind out of him but the man's scream sent Anthony on his feet with his face regaining it's color. "Whoa what was that for he's been helpful damn he didn't earn that!" Anthony yelled as his face naturally winced and he started to ache out of pure sympathy for Xavier. "That is the most violent healing teacher ever." Anthony said before the idea that he may be next just for defending xavier caused him to go pale again. He backed away from the healing teacher slowly and gave a false smile. "I'm just gonna..... yeah." He said turning to stare at the wall.

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Maria Scarlette


"Of course, that sounds like a good idea." Good! Maybe I'm not as bad at this as I worried, Maria thought. Maria felt her hand enveloped by Solaira's and they continued along - Presumably to town. They walked along through the hallways, then outside along the pathways. Maria noticed some girls giving her and Solaira strange looks; She continued walking along, a smile on her face, though it seemed Solaira had something else in mind for handling them - Solaira kissed her on the forehead rather suddenly. "O-Oh," Maria stammered. Her pale cheeks turned bright red as she stammered, "Th-That was-"


"I'm sorry I did that. I hope you forgive me.."


"No, no, please, don't be sorry!" Maria blurted. "I-I'm actually really glad you did that! Please, don't think you did something wrong - That was really nice."


(@iLoriel2 )


Mirabelle Ami


"Don't worry about it. I can find everything myself. I come here quite often, so I have a general idea of where to look."


So that was just small talk, I guess?


"Ah ha! found it! Hope you don't mind the sight of blood." At that, Ami flinched - She didn't like to see blood if she didn't have to, but it wasn't a fear. The boy seemed to be trying to... Well, she wasn't quite sure what he was doing. His arm was hurt, she knew that. He clearly needed help opening something. "Y'know, if you need me to, I can help you there, if you need a hand," Ami raised her arm for a moment, but then she noticed he had already opened the bottle. "Or not."


"Got this little burn by practicing a new technique for my power. See, I have the ability to manipulate heat, and I've been trying to-" Ooh, sounds interesting, Ami thought. "Your power's heat manipulation... Huh. I'm interested - Want to tell me more?" Ami could feel her charm coming back to her at this point - Maybe when she was tired like this, it would be better for her to talk.


"Anyways, you must be new here." That's right. "Name's Mars. I'm the student treasurer around here, as well as the schools number 1 fighter and detective. Of course, there are a few that would disagree, but I've definitely left a mark. All you have to do around here is give it your all and never give up and your bound to get somewhere. How 'bout you? Tell me a bit about yourself."


"Well, Mars," Ami started, "My name's Ami. I'm 17. I spent the last two years modeling in places all across the world. I found out I had a special ability, and so I came here to work on my ability. So far I haven't learned much. Should I continue, or can I learn a bit about you now?" Ami focused her attention on Mars.


(@cojemo )

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[Larry]

Luke nearly held his head for a moment there, completely but unintentionally disregarding Ms. Chime's question. A voice, another voice, where did it come from? The Irishman thought his personality opposite was only joking; was he really sounding the trumpet for whoever this one was to invade? This individual was more...animalistic, burly, serious; anything you could use to describe an angry presence. The voice was just pure...rage if anything. Serious was almost a euphemism for how it sounded but then again, this was Luke Bell, nothing normal ever happens to him. Seating himself on the bamboo-mat, he clutched his head with a need to calm himself. Breathe for the God's sake breathe! he thought to himself chastisingly as the voices began to quieten slightly but not so much that he couldn't hear them. Number one was still just as giddy as ever, mentioning something about joining the party or whatever that meant. Number two spoke in a beastly manner to him, telling him to be quiet so that he could talk with Luke himself. Whatever he had to talk to Bell about, well, that was soon to be found out. But one thing was for sure; it was hardly going to be funny.


So we speak for the first time Luke. I don't know about yourself, but I'm not of many words, it's not in my nature nor what I am. Unlike that fool that has been plaguing your head for nearly your entire life, I won't speak much, if not at all. Although, I can assure you one thing; I'll be giving you a bit of an attitude if somebody is looking for a bit of trouble. I know how bad you are at expressing your anger...and that's where I come in. This is the last you'll hear of me for a while. Until then Luke, I will be watching. I'll be taking him with me as well, even we like to see you have a peace of mind. Goodbye, Bell.


To say the least, Luke felt instantly...relieved; if only all people were so honest in what they preached. A smile split his face open, a grin nearly from cheek to cheek. Such a feeling of reprieve was almost absent to him, never had such an emotion been in abundance to him. He could almost cry.


"Miss it's alright now," he informed, setting his bags down, walking over and prudently picking a leaf from it's spot, "I was going to ask you if you could take the mask away from me for a while. But, the voices have disappeared so there's no need. I don't know how long but he said vaguely that it might be for a while."

 

[Britt-21]

(finally! another post! XDD)

LUNATIO GRIMALDO


"Weird or not, I would still bet a million on you." He said, feeling as if she was beginning to reject him again. "And don't you put up that shell of yours again. I would seriously bet a million on you. If you do not believe me, ask my siblings. They know how serious I can get." He added, his hold in her tightening somewhat. He also noticed the blush that crept onto her face. He found it cute that she was trying to hide it. He placed another kiss on her forehead, smiling through the kiss. "You're cute when you blush, love." He said, placing her head to his chest.


After a few moments of bliss, Luna pulled away. "Shall we go somewhere, love?" He asked her, his inner gentleman coming back. He let go of his hold on her then grabbed her hand, her warmth a pleasing feeling. He loved it, and he never wanted to lose it.

​

@Britt\-21 @DeijiiChan @suzumiya42

Emma made herself face the ground and blushed lightly as her hand was being held softly, "No..well..I guess we can just chill out on the grass and stuff." She said "but um..Luna, I really wish to know why you treat me as if i'm royalty."she faced away from him. "I know you like me, but still, Luna..."

 

[SHSLGoddess]

"Oh wow! Cool powers!" He said after they each explained theirs. They seemed to have met each other not long ago, but they seemed to get along great and their powers were about controlling other things too. Talking to animal seems like a cool power to have and he sort wished that he had it, but he was complacent with his powers even though he doesn't know how to use it well.


Speaking about his powers, it seemed like he should show his powers to them. " I'll show you what I can do, it's pretty colorful." He said as burst of colors with block-like pixels started shooting out from his feet, the propulsion allowed him to hover a few feet from the ground. "My name is Travis and this is my powers." He introduced himself.