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Fantasy Hawthorne Academy

"Alright, Mars. Attack me. Please, don't hold back. I need to make sure I can create a wall that will actually do a good job protecting me."


Mars took position 50 or so feet away from Lyra, having flames flash on and off of his hands. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair as he thought of a technique to use. He wasn't too worried about Lyra not being able to block his attack, since flames weren't that great at breaking things. He had a few techniques that could make a dent in a hard barrier, but nothing strong enough to completely destroy it. There were attacks he had such as surrounding the opponent in a tornado of flames that made up for his inability to smash through physical barriers. Still, upon hearing Lyra say not to hold back, he couldn't help but try out his fire missile technique. "Well, you better be ready then, because this is made specifically to break tough barriers such as yours."


Placing his feet shoulder length apart, he held out his left hand palm forward and placed his injured hand on the wrist. He slowly began building pressure, focusing intently on the execution. This is the perfect test to see exactly how strong it is. His mind was clear from any distractions for the moment, so there was less risk of things going wrong. After about fifteen seconds, the palm of his hand began to smoke, indicating the final stage of the move. "Okay, now!" With that, he released the built up fireball from his palm, the force causing him to stumble backwards. Yes! It worked! Though it launched, he wasn't sure if exactly how strong it would be. Guess both he and Lyra were practicing a new technique. The flames looked like a rocket as it spun horizontally at an extreme velocity towards its target.
 
~Lyra~




"Well, you better be ready then, because this is made specifically to break tough barriers such as yours."


Lyra grinned she heard the words escape from Mars. That was exactly the response she was expecting from him, and exactly the reason she texted him to help her out. The girl assumed a defensive stance - feet spread and knees bent. One hand was methodically stretched in front of her, the other coiled in a fist just above her hip bone. The girl watched intently as Mars's hand generated heat, not looking away from a moment. She had seen Mars use is powers before. . .on multiple occasions. Lyra couldn't help but feel like she had a slight advantage, being able to guess what was going to happen next.


Suddenly, a blazing rocket had shot from Mars's hand and was spinning towards the girl. She was slightly thrown off, as she hadn't ever seen her friend do this. Lyra quickly (and somewhat frantically) threw her hands into the air. The popping sound of roots snapping merged with the crackling of Mars's flames as the large block of Earth rose from the ground in front of Lyra. It towered higher and higher, chunks of dirt and grass trembling and rolling down the sides of the mass as it did. Lyra could almost feel like heat of the rocket as it drew closer. . .


And that's when Lyra realized that her wall wasn't thick enough.


She only had a split second to think, and half of that to execute.


And with that, Lyra swung her arms down just to throw them back up, causing another pillar of the ground to tower up into the sky. . .


Except Lyra hadn't accounted for the fact that she was standing directly on top of the area she was blasting out of the ground.


Needless to say, the girl was shocked when she was suddenly rumbling up into the air, but she didn't stop. It didn't matter if she was on top of the wall as long as, one, the wall held up, and two, she remained unharmed.


Lyra looked down just in time to catch the moment before impact. . .


And then. . .


A fantastic explosion of flames and Earth.


Lyra dropped to her knees atop the wall as it rumbled, and that's when it occurred to her that if the wall didn't hold up, she'd go hurdling down to her doom. Her fingers dug into the uprooted patch of grass, and she was unable to hear anything besides the rumbling. This Earth was very soft, she wasn't sure if it would hold up.


Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation in her stomach. . .like when you are hiking up the stairs without the light on, and you think that there is one more step than there is. . .and there is that sick moment of uncertainty you feel in the pit of your stomach as your foot falls through darkness.


Lyra looked back, only to see that she was coming closer and closer to the ground.


She had to think fast.


Come on, come on, I don't really feel like dying today. . !


Just then, Lyra got an idea that was just crazy enough to work.


She stretched out a hand and flicked her wrist up, causing yet another pillar to rise from the ground. . .then another that was a little bit shorter, right next to it. Lyra frantically leaped over to the first pillar she had created, just as the wall had crumbled beneath her. She stepped down onto the next pillar, creating another that was just a little bit shorter.


She repeatedly the process over and over again, the pillars behind her almost immediately crumbling. They were too tall and too thin, and they couldn't stay up for long. Lyra had managed to get pretty much all the way down, but she was going way to fast.


"INCOMING!" she yelled and she stumbled onto the ground, unable to stop herself.


SMACK!


She's crashed right into Mars.


But hey, at least she wasn't dead.
 
Travis barely woke up after the bell rang for the final time, but remained in his bed. He was unable to find the motivation to get up. This was due to him staying all night drawing; he was unfortunately a night owl on a school night. After a good five minutes, he slowly rose up from the bed like a reanimated zombie did from grave. He began his morning routine with sluggish movement. His drowsiness is making him barely pay attention to anything that he isn't focusing on.


After finally getting ready, he exited the room. He realized that in his state that he should be more excited on first day of magic school, but he was too busy wishing to be asleep again. "I wonder if there is coffee in the cafeteria." He thought as he headed there. He doesn't usually drink it but he need a pick me up at the.moment to help him through the morning class.
 
~:.:.:Veronica Elizabeth McCarter:.:.:~




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This couldn't be happening, Was everything really happening like she thought it was? Like a tree in the middle of a storm, no a hurricane. Except there was no eye of the storm. It was just destruction all around. I'm going to suffer the final death. Even though it took some convincing for Veronica to realize that she was an alive person, She believed she was really alive. But she had also died once, Therefore it is the final death. When Veronica's soul would fall into hell. If hell even existed. Everyone just told vampires that they were damned for eternity so it was ingrained into her mind. Honestly, Veronica would do anything just to see her mother's sweet face again. But they were damned to hell too. Damned through the fires.


So the dark Locus shifted inside Veronica's stomach. A locus literally meant an "arc". But to the supernatural world, A locus was a sword made out of magical energy. At it's lowest levels it could only attack the spiritual and emotional levels of some one. But if it were at the physical level, it could become the sharpest blade in existence. It twisted in her. Veronica tried to grab the locus and pull it out but her hands went through it as if it were mist. So she reached forward and grabbed the attacker's arms. Trying to pull out the blade stuck into her. Then it went up, cutting through her heart. Where all of her life force laid. Once it was cut, Veronica awoke.



If she were human, Veronica would have woken in a cold sweat. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. She wasn't crying though. It was the same as always. Well, it was Monday so Veronica put on her school uniform and got ready for the day. Touching where her heart was to make sure it was intact. Yet, Still covered by the strange curse that overtook her body. "
Whatever" it was as if all the drive to save herself died away. Just like she did in her dream. Then, she escaped out the door, ready for the day. She then headed down to the courtyard. It was cloudy, thank god.


A vampire's best friend isn't blood, it's a cloud. Blood convinces you to indulge and kill. While a cloud is just trying to help. Veronica reached up as if she were trying to touch the cloud. Then put her hand into a fist. "Thanks"

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Mars watched in awe as his new rocket made contact with the barrier of earth that Lyra had made. The explosion had sent dirt and dire flying, causing Mars to shield his eyes for a second from oncoming debris. The wall had held up, or at least didn't get a hole blown through it. There was a huge crater in it where the collision had occurred, but there was still enough dirt to have protected someone if they were on the other side. Of course, Lyra didn't need to worry about that, as she was on top of the pillar. He wouldn't have called the barrier a complete success, though, as shortly after it started to crumble and fall back to where it came from. Mars' mind was focused completely on the wall as it fell. That worked well. Maybe if I increased the force by just a bit more I could put a hole straight through it. It may have just been the sheer amount of matter that prevented it from bursting through. A brick wall seems like an easy break. Though, maybe one of my piercing flame vortexes would've went straight through. It looked rather soft, so-


"INCOMING!"


Suddenly being brought back to attention, he jerked his head in the direction of the warning just in time to see Lyra smash into him, causing Mars to crash to the ground. His right arm was pushed behind him and before he could do anything about it the full force of his body was applied onto his injury. That along with the shock of being thrown to the ground made him wince and his vision to become blurry. Closing his eyes and placing his left hand over them, he waited till his vision was restored. "Ugh, you don't have to take me down as well." When he could see clearly again, he noticed that Lyra was on top of him, restricting his movement. As the situation began to sink in, he once again felt that strange feeling he's been trying to figure out, except this time it didn't feel like his blood was boiling, but instead cooling. His heart rate had also jumped considerably, which reminded him of when he was in a fight. This wasn't in a fight, though, and he had no idea why it was beating so fast. Maybe I should go see the nurse about this, as well. It feels like I'm at risk of a heart attack. His movements fast, he went to push Lyra off of him, but noticed the palm of his hand was red. The missile must've burned a few layers of skin off. A sudden realization occurred to him that he had probably just wiped blood all over his face only seconds ago. Eager to get back on his feet, he spoke to the best of his ability. "Could you possible move off of me? I w-would like to be able to stand up." Did I just stutter?!?! What was that!? Mars was starting to get really confused by the whole situation, and he just wanted back up so he could be out of this predicament.
 
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~Lyra~




Lyra whimpered for a moment, almost afraid to try to move. Were all of her limbs broken? Was she dead? Was that fantastic display of her powers just a weird fantasy? She didn't know, but right now, all she could feel was something warm and soft on her face. Something invited. . .she didn't really want to move.


"Ugh, you didn't have to take me down as well."


"Hm?"



Lyra opened her eyes and slightly hoisted herself up to find herself staring down at a partially crushed Mars. It took her a moment to put the puzzle pieces together, but the warm and soft something that was on her face. . .was Mars's neck. Lyra groaned, a slight blush kissing her cheeks. She gasped upon seeing his face, dirtied with blood. Had she caused that? Lyra really hoped not.



"Could you possible move off of me? I w-would like to be able to stand up."


Lyra nodded and quickly rolled off of Mars, springing up so she could help him stand. She clapped both of her hands over her mouth when she saw that the blood on his face wasn't the only thing wrong with the boy. A wave of guilt crashed into Lyra's chest as she looked him over, unable to find the words she wanted to say.


Finally, she forced out, "I'm SO sorry! Mars! We need to get you to the nurse--"



Lyra winced as she outstretched her arm, quickly placing a hand over her shoulder. She held it there for a moment before reaching it out to Mars.



"Maybe that wasn't the best idea I've ever had." she laughed nervously.



 

--------------------------------------------- Gwendolyn Friar ---------------------------------------------




Gwen eventually got tired of sitting underneath the tree, and picked her suitcase up and headed for the dorms. She'd managed to aquire a small information pamphlet, regarding her dorm spot and the like. Apparently she was supposed to be in.. The north dormatory, room C. Wonder if she would have roommates? That would be awesome!... Or lame, depending on how they are as people. But she was eager to find out, so she started running.


When she got to her room she was disappointed to find out that her roommate, wait, roommateS? Awesome! Another chance at getting someone cool. Either way, she found that her roommates had already left, which disappointed her slightly. Well, at least it gave her time to unpack her stuff. She managed to convince her butler to stay away from her packing, and that she'd handle it herself. Had she not done that, the only thing there'd be for her to wear was.. Formal dresses and stuff. Gross. No, now she at least had some comfortable clothes with her, which was nice.


She left the dorms, and since there was so much time left before the lessons, she decided to stroll around the grounds for a while. She happened upon a field, where two people at her age seemed to be having a fight or something. The boy first shot some sort of fireball at the girl, and the girl produced a wall of stone out of the ground. Gwen looked on in awe. She could barely control her powers, and they could do all this? She almost wished she'd had them for as long as Geno now. And on that note.. Wonder where he was.. Nevermind.


She sat down by the side of the field and spectated. The girl lifted herself onto a pillar, and the fireball smashed into the wall she'd made, and it looked really cool. Unfortunately, the rest of the event did not look as cool. The girl created some weird pillars, that she more or less tumbled down, onto the boy she was fighting. It was way less elegant than what you'd hoped for.


As she fell onto the boy, it seemed like something awkward had broken out, of course, Gwen wasn't aware of this, as she was just producing steam out of her hands, trying to do something with it. She'd managed to use it to build pressure once, but she couldn't remember how she'd done it at all. She looked up, and noticed the two on the field again. She thought to herself "Well, I've got to make friends at some point.". She started walking over to them and waved. She smiled and shouted "Heeey!", hoping that her usual cheery self would be enough to get on their good side.


@Rai\-Chan


(Wohoo for situational inconvenience!)
 
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The Irishman wondered what there was to do for the few hours before class actually started. Getting some breakfast was given, 'tis the most important meal of the day he would tell you quite profusely. On most days up until this very day, Luke's right hand would know before it's left what it would be munching down on this morning, and that would be two biscuits of Weetabix. There was nothing better then that when you want to inject some energy in the morning. No bananas or any fruit of any sort would make it's way into that bowl, nothing butt calcium-filled, bone-strengthening liquid that is milk. Maybe a glass of orange juice would be included in that plethora of things albeit said collection was not the most extensive. If on the occasion he would be wake up early, we might gift himself the combination of tea and toast if he found himself famished and in need of sustenance. As he walked along his way merrily, humming a tune that's name has long since been forgotten by his brain, he contemplated whether or not they have Weetabix; even more startling, had they heard of it? How would he know if all the served was bloody fruit? He didn't, and that was the most troubling part for the man of the Emerald Isle. Maybe, just maybe, there might be another person from Ireland on these school that could smuggle some of that in, he thought to himself as he trod along the pathway with a grin on his face despite the inner turmoil he felt inside. Luke was the finickiest of finicky eaters, he would know by the shape of the door before he even entered the establishment that the food would not be to his liking. Ironically, his parents were notorious for eating their dinner as if they're lives depended, finishing their morsels before Luke with a Bell had even began digging into his meal. They would constantly joke that a bird would have eaten more then him, jokes that he adored in which all attended could have a laugh about. As the denizen of Holycross in heart would say, those were indeed the days. But for strange reason, he felt like mingling with his powers for a moment, whatever the impetus for such may be. Luke was an enigma like that.


You want to have a go at using our powers do you? Well, I can only endorse such a decision, there is still much we do not know and much there is to learn. We could be able to harden the shade into weapons of sorts, maybe even make it so that whoever tread among the darkness would be instantly swallowed up and seen again. Nothing but possibilities, nothing but time, nothing but carnage to be sewn. Basic Healing and Protection 101 is our first class, maybe we might be able to go on an assignment that may yield a condition like killing something. I could very much imagine that we are to protect our partners but I find that pure and utter nonsense. Do you think healing someone is anything compared to killing one? It's in a human's nature to find home with murder then with a healing hand.





You love babbling on don't you? It used to be so quiet until you came along! I TOO, would like to see us demonstrate our ability. Why, you may ask? Why the hell not is the question indeed! I got the perfect idea, begs on using it first! Luke my boy, give that mask a fling into the darkness over there, it'll be pretty cool!!! You not need worry, we'll stop using it after a few moments because you'll probably moan about someone seeing us using our gift, blah blah blah! So don't piss your pants lad, we'll be fine!!!





You're damn right about that, he replied to them mentally, stopping for a moment doing what was indicated, Only for a moment or so okay? I don't want this too drag on.





After throwing the mask into the shade, he concentrated on what they were asking him to construct with the darkness; a body. Luke had never tried such a thing before but imagine it could be very tiring. Even shadow sliding was somewhat exasperating at times much to his dismay, a thing he hoped to improve. Nonetheless, a body did form after leaving the Irishman in a desperate state, gasping for air. And it was a very much disfigured body. Missing a right leg and left arm, the right hand had six fingers instead of five for an even more disturbed image of his lackluster creation. This was definitely something he wasn't going to engage in often, he thought as he eventually got to his feet with the help of the apparently sentient being. Number one must of taken control of it to his train of thought.



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For the love of myself, if you end up looking like that I don't think we'll be doing this very often!" it exclaimed, making sure the Irishman could stay on his feet, "Art thou alright?! Want me to hold your hand?!"





(If anybody wants to reply to this, they're very much open to! Thanks once again.)
 
Mars let out a deep breath as Lyra stood up off of him. He could feel his heart rate returning to normal, his blood temperature going back to the regular temperature, and most of all there wasn't someone putting pressure on him and restricting his movements. Mars moved his injured arm from behind his back, wincing as he did so. It wasn't broken, but it definitely stung like someone had poured a truckload of vinegar on his wounds. Once his arm was free, his first instinct was to try and move every part of his body to see if anything was broken. Everything seemed to be fine, except for a small sprain in his left ankle. Looking up, he saw Lyra's worried face looking right back at him. It's the blood, isn't it?


"I'm SO sorry! Mars! We need to get you to the nurse--"


Mars pushed himself off of the ground with both of his hands, raising his back off the ground and groaning slightly from the pain. "This is nothing I haven't dealt with before, so don't worry about it. Though I agree we should go to the nurse so you can get that arm looked at." He grasped Lyra's hand with his left and used it to hoist himself off the ground and into a standing position. Of course, his left hand was completely soaked in blood, so a lot of that had transferred onto hers, causing him to scratch the back of his head nervously with his right hand. "Sorry about that." He stumbled slightly before balancing on the tip of his left foot. The sprain seemed to make it harder for him to stand. Even still, he tried his best to keep a small smile on his face as not to worry Lyra too much.


"Heeey!"


Mars turned his head to see an unfamiliar face approaching them. Of course, since sheseemed to be new, he began his usual greeting. "Hey there! My name is-Ugh!" He winced and held his right arm tightly as he began to feel it sting again. He didn't exactly feel like he could give his usual greeting in the state he was in. Well, maybe Lyra can do the greeting this time.
 
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~Rafaela~




It was already midnight by the time Rafaela found out where her dorm was and when the classes started. She was exhausted and didn't even stop to see who her roommate was, as soon as she entered the room she was already laying on the bed, snoring like a pig.


~The next Morning~



Beep. Beep.


Rafaela groaned when the sound of the alarm pulled her from her dreams. After slamming it on the floor, she tried to sleep once again, but it never came. Ugh... So much to keep dreaming... She didn't want to get up, today was the day. She was nervous, it has been so long since the last time she entered a classroom. She wondered if things would be the same. Probably not, after all, everybody in here are like her, gifted people.


With a sigh, she finally got on her feet, that dragged her to the bathroom. She didn't take too long inside there, just washed herself and put on the usual makeup. Once out, she was a different person, a smile graced her figure, her big chocolate eyes shone. Yep, she was ready to face the day. All she had to do now is choose what to wear, so she picked up the first things that she saw inside her bag, that she still didn't unpack. A jean short, black top, red jacket and a small black boot. Simple, but charming. Raph smiled to herself. Agora sim, she was ready to face the day.


She already was in the middle of the was to breakfast, but stopped when she saw a boy throwing a... Mask? Into the shade. Rafa kept her distance, watching as a figure started forming. Wow, what? It didn't take too long before it was gone. The bit seemed exhausted, but fine nonetheless. Then, she approached him. On her shoulder was a spider that she had befriended that morning. Friendly spider, though a little bit rude.


"Hey, you okay?" She asked concerned.





@Larrylycan
 
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~Lyra~




Lyra felt her heart give a small flutter of relief as Mars took her hand and hoisted himself up. So he seemed alright. . .well, other than had hand and arm. She wasn't going to stop feeling guilty about suggesting such an physical activity when his arm was obviously in poor condition. She felt stupid, inconsiderate, and above all, she felt like a bad friend.


"This is nothing I haven't dealt with before, so don't worry about it. Though I agree we should go to the nurse so you can get that arm looked at."


Lyra shook her head, holding onto his hand for a moment longer than she should have, and said, "No way! I'm fine. I probably just popped something out of place, nothing a few shoulder rolls won't fix!"



There was a pause as she let go of Mars's hand. Rolling her shoulder actually sounded a little painful.



"...just maybe not right now." she laughed, scratching the back of her head.



"Sorry about that."


"Hm?"



Lyra tilted her head, and then looked down at her hand, now stained with Mars's blood.



"Geez, it looks like I just tried to
murder you. . ." she coughed, giving a sheepish smile. She then made a dramatic pose and cried, "OH, you caught me red handed. Get it? Because my hand is red? Ahahaa, ahaha. . ."


"Heeey!"


Lyra stopped laughing and turned towards the direction of the greeting to see a girl about her age (well everyone was about her age).



"Hey there! My name is-Ugh!"


The President quickly turned back towards Mars, her concerned expression back. She automatically linked her uninjured arm through
his uninjured arm. She would do that sometimes with both him AND Blake. . .it was sort of cute.


"Hi, there." Lyra smiled. She was a complete wreck. Her ratty braid was even rattier due to the situation that had unfolded only moments ago, her face was smeared with dirt, her hand was covered in Mars's blood.



Lyra was almost ashamed to say, "M-my name is Lyra Connerson. . .Student Body. . ."



She swallowed.



". . .President. . ."



You hardly look like a President.


"And this is Mars Porter, Student Body Treasurer. Pleased to make your acquaintance." she said, holding onto the scrap of dignity she still had.
 
Anthony sat in front of Classroom A with a long sigh. He was starting to doubt anybody would come by and notice him. "I'm probably a waste of space here too." He said out loud as he placed his chin in his hands. He sat with all of his stuff still in front of him. He started playing with the floor using his power to make two stone gladiators. He watched them fight then fall then start over again but it always ended in a draw. "I shouldn't have walked away from that plane or the creature alive." Anthony was sure this was absolutely true. He was always getting the short end of the stick and he always got it stabbed into his chest nice and hard. His hopes for anything love related where as big as a ant and his hopes for friends was getting that small too.
 
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The male out of the pair responded quite quickly to her hail. "Hey there! My name is-Ugh!" Despite know what bad taste it was to laugh, she couldn't keep herself from it. She let out a short laugh, and responded "That's an interesting name!.. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh at that.." "Hi, there.


M-my name is Lyra Connerson... Student Body... President... And this is Mars Porter, Student Body Treasurer. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
The girl spoke up. Gwen turned to her and smiled, like always. "The pleasure is all mine! My name is Gwendolyn Friar, but please call me Gwen. Gwendolyn is too formal."


She rubbed her thumbs together for a second, and then added: "Sorry if I'm bothering you, I was just a little impressed by your sparring match.." She realized that that might offend someone, as they clearly messed up a bit, and quickly added "I didn't mean it sarcastically! I was honest, I can barely control my own powers at all.." She felt a little awkward telling these guys she barely knew about her weakness, but unfortunately her powers couldn't set back time. "I just arrived this morning, as I've only had my powers for about a week, so I got a little delayed.. You couldn't give me a tour of the place, or at least show me where breakfast is served, could you?"
 
~Lyra~




"The pleasure is all mine! My name is Gwendolyn Friar, but please call me Gwen. Gwendolyn is too formal."


Lyra raised her eyebrows, and a few things started to piece together in her mind. . .Friar. . .Geno Friar. Were the two related somehow? Most likely. It's not like Friar was a very common surname. . .but there was also something else that was familiar about the name Gwendolyn Friar. Where had she seen that name before?


Trying to remember was just giving the girl an awful case of presque vu.


"Sorry if I'm bothering you, I was just a little impressed by your sparring match.."


Lyra raised an eyebrow, and looked back down at her offensively dirty clothes, and then at Mars. Their little "match" was anything but impressive. It was a complete and utter failure. . .though Mars's technique worked absolutely beautifully, Lyra's was a complete flop. Then again, she had created a staircase out of the Earth as she ran. . .technically, wasn't that protecting her? Sort of?


She would asked Giovia later.


"I didn't mean it sarcastically! I was honest, I can barely control my own powers at all.."


"Oh, I understand. I've actually got pretty good control over mine. . .well, I can do pretty much whatever I set my mind to. It's just the Earth is very touchy, and I often miscalculate and end up with a face full of dirt." Lyra laughed.


"I just arrived this morning, as I've only had my powers for about a week, so I got a little delayed.. You couldn't give me a tour of the place, or at least show me where breakfast is served, could you?"


Lyra was completely shocked. She had only had her powers for about a week? That probably wasn't true. She had probably had her powers ever since she was born, right? And she had only just discovered them. . .


That had to be what she meant, right?


"Oh, definitely! I just need to stop by my dorm and get cleaned up--"


THAT WAS IT!


"Gewndolyn Friar!" she gasped, smacking her forehead. "Duh, you're one of my roommates!"
 
Mars leaned slightly towards Lyra as she hooked her arm around his as to alleviate the pressure from his foot. He didn't want to admit it, but the nurse sounded like a really good idea at the moment. His right arm was agitated even more, his left hand was covered in blood, and he could barely walk by himself without hobbling. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, but it sure was inconvenient. He probably should go back to his dorm to wash up, but he didn't want to waste any time and risk being stuck at the nurses when class started.


"The pleasure is all mine! My name is Gwendolyn Friar, but please call me Gwen. Gwendolyn is too formal."


That last name sounded familiar to Mars, and after a bit of thinking he remembered that she shared a surname with Geno. Of course, it could have been a coincidence, so he didn't say anything. Better not to make things awkward when it was easily avoidable. Even if they were related, it STILL may not have been smart to mention it.


"Sorry if I'm bothering you, I was just a little impressed by your sparring match..I didn't mean it sarcastically! I was honest, I can barely control my own powers at all.."


Mars did what would be equivalent to a shrug if he wasn't so hampered. "You'll get the hang of your powers eventually. Some just require more time to work with. I originally could only use fire at its purest form, but after a lot of practice and work I expanded my abilities to being able to freeze things as well. Give it time and you'll be able to use them no problem." Mars gave a reassuring smile. Good, I was able to get in a bit of motivation.


"I just arrived this morning, as I've only had my powers for about a week, so I got a little delayed.. You couldn't give me a tour of the place, or at least show me where breakfast is served, could you?"


Only a week? Well, no wonder she didn't have good control of her powers. What were her powers anyways? Mars decided to not ask her right away. "Well, I'd like to stop by the nurses office first, so..."


"Oh, definitely! I just need to stop by my dorm and get cleaned up--Gwendolyn Friar! Duh, you're one of my roommates!"


"What a coincidence we have here!" Mars chuckled lightly. He turned his head towards Lyra slowly as not to injure himself. "If you want you can head over to your room with Gwen and show her around the school once you're done there. I think I can make it to the nurses myself." He put a little more pressure on his ankle to test it, wincing slightly. It wouldn't be easy, but he could probably walk by himself.
 
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"I wonder if they have a no pets rule?" Anthony thought his brain was rather sporadic and strange but it always leveled out eventually. Anthony pulled out his phone and hit the second speed dial number. ring.....ring......click! "Hello Feathered elements how may we....." Anthony started to shush the employee carelessly and it worked since his parents had owned most of the company before they died. "I want the small tank shipped to me at school. What NO THAT'S TOO BIG! Yes the fifteen gallon one. It's empty? Since when? Oh okay send it over with three red claw crabs and ten guppies and two loach. Oh and a few of the algea eaters. Yes wonderful very good job." The employee hung up then ran off to work and then answered again to find out what side of the room to put it on. Then he went back to work while Anthony started daydreaming about the wonderful fish that he would see.
 
~Lyra~




Lyra looked back at Mars, feeling stupid that she had just so nonchalantly said that she was going to go get cleaned up. She couldn't leave Mars alone in the condition he was in! There was no way that she'd do the. It was her fault that his hand hurt, and from the looks of it, his ankle was injured as well.


"No way." Lyra said stubbornly. "Look at you, you can hardly even stand on that foot, let alone walk. I'll help you. Not buts. No arguments. It's the least I can do."


With that, Lyra quickly positioned herself under Mars's arm after slipping her own from the crook in his elbow. Mars was only an inch taller than her, so getting his arm (the uninjured one) around her shoulders wasn't difficult. Though it didn't look like it, Lyra was a fairly sturdy girl and wouldn't have any trouble guiding her friend to Elsa's office.


"The dining hall is right over there, Gwen." Lyra said, quickly gesturing to the building with her head. "Maybe I'll meet you over there, okay? Come on, Mars."


And with that, the two set off.


((Lame post Dx Sowwy!))
 
[isaak Heidrich]


Isaak walked down the entrance a deep frown on his face. Was he in a bad mood? No. Was he unhappy? Yes. As he got closer and closer to the door entrance, his frown grew bigger and bigger. He observed it's dazzling design, it's amazing building.


"It's just so...filthy. How can I, of all people, live in a place like this. I can already smell the...ugh I don't even know. They better hope they have someone of noble heritage showing me around this place or I am so calling my agency." Isaak grumbled.


Isaak was not carrying anything. Manual labor was beneath him. He had his maids and butlers deliver everything to his room while he went to explore Filth Academy as he referred to Hawthorne. As he entered the Academy, it didn't seem like anyone of noble heritage would be greeting him. How filthy and rude. There was however the front desk person. She spotted him and gave him a polite smile.


"Can I help you?"


Isaak put on a brilliant and polite smile. "Why yes you can ma'am. My name is I'm looking for someone to show me around this beautiful place, might I also say you look very lovely, I'm glad Hawthorne hires such efficient and good looking person such as yourself."


She blushed slightly but looked through her computer.


"Your name came up. I'm not sure if anyone is here to show you around. Dinner is being served right now in the dining hall, perhaps you can go there? It's just down there, to the left."


Isaak smiled and nodded. "Many thanks ma'am." He walked away and under his breath he muttered. "Filthy."


He walked down when he spotted someone he hoped he wouldn't have had to seen yet. Well he would've preferred to never, ever see her. She was walking, well waddling and appeared to be in pain. She was walking with another filthy person although she was the filthiest. Isaak sneered and glared at her.


"Well if it isn't the filthiest of the filth. Lyra Connerson. How is mother?" He called to Lyra bitterly.
 
~Lyra~




"Well if it isn't the filthiest of the filth. Lyra Connerson. How is mother?"


Lyra froze in her tracks, her eyes widening. Her hand automatically gripped onto Mars's shirt. . .that voice. That condescending, horrible voice that she'd spent so many summers being forced to listen to. The voice that had verbally abused her as a child. The voice that was, to Lyra, worse than nails on a chalkboard.


The voice that belonged to her stepbrother.


Part of Lyra just told her to keep walking. Run away. Maybe find a place to hide. . .that's what she did every summer, anyway. Lyra's eyes darted up to Mars, and she said under her breath, "Remember when I told you about. . .my stepbrother. . ? Just. . .Mars, don't make any sudden movements. Don't talk to him. Don't make direct contact. Do not give him power over you. I made that mistake when I was four and I'm still paying for it. . .and whatever you do. . .do NOT tell him I'm on the student council. Just. Don't. Say. Anything."


Lyra slowly turned around to face the person who was, unfortunately, very familiar to her. He was perfectly polished, as always. . .and there she was, covered in dirt, scrapes, and bruises. . .even she had to admit that she did look filthy. Hey, being called filth was on the nicer end of Isaak's usual insults.


"Isaak." she said calmly, though her eyes showed a glimmer of fear. She took a deep breath, and said with as much dignity as she possibly could, "You're looking as. . .clean as always."


Good start! Very good start!


"Mom is fine. . .but I have to say, she told me you weren't coming until next semester. . ."


Dammit, I'm not ready for him yet!


 
"No way. Look at you, you can hardly even stand on that foot, let alone walk. I'll help you. Not buts. No arguments. It's the least I can do."


Mars opened his mouth to argue that he had been injured worse before and was able to handle himself, but instead he just let out a sigh and let her hoist his arm around her shoulder. He really didn't like the feeling of relying on someone else, but what could he do? When Lyra got like this she was quite stubborn, and it was much better to just let her do her thing then try and refute it. Besides, maybe since he wouldn't be putting as much strain on his sprained ankle, it would be ready to walk on by the time they got to the infirmary.


As they walked around the school, a few people gave them weird looks, probably because his face was still covered in blood. Probably looks like I just committed a murder. There were a few people who were at the school last year who seemed to know what had happened and just sighed. Mars was almost notorious for his training injuries among students and teachers alike. He was about to thank Lyra for the help when he suddenly heard a voice he found unfamiliar.


"Well if it isn't the filthiest of the filth. Lyra Connerson. How is mother?"


He didn't recognize the voice, but he could already tell that he wouldn't like whoever it was. And they seemed to already know who Lyra was, and by her sudden stop and her hand gripping his shirt he wasn't exactly a friend of hers.


"Remember when I told you about. . .my stepbrother. . ? Just. . .Mars, don't make any sudden movements. Don't talk to him. Don't make direct contact. Do not give him power over you. I made that mistake when I was four and I'm still paying for it. . .and whatever you do. . .do NOT tell him I'm on the student council. Just. Don't. Say. Anything."


Oh, so that's who it was. He remembered vaguely of what Lyra had told him about her stepbrother, and from what he recalled he wasn't the friendliest of people. Well, he seemed to really set Lyra on edge, so he felt very, VERY tempted to mess with him a bit. After all, Blake had given him plenty of practice with insults and reflections. However, Lyra had told him not to do anything, and since he was in a hurry to get fixed up before classes started, he felt like complying.... sort of. Mars looked at him directly, mostly to see any movements he made that would give off whether he was annoyed, impatient, angry, or anything in between.
 
Shinji smirked when Blake agreed to it, giving Blake a warm smile,"[I][COLOR=#b30000]As you wish, my prince.[/COLOR][/I]" Shinji teased and swooped Blake into his arms before he could protest and took him over to the bathroom to get themselves ready for the day. Closing the bathroom door behind him, he placed Blake down and turned on the water, the heat creating some stream and covered the room in a cloud of fog. Looking back at Blake, Shinji took his hand and pulled him into the bathtub, his smile never leaving his face,"[COLOR=#b30000]Shall I wash your back?[/COLOR]" [FONT=Verdana][B]---[/B][/FONT][B][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=12px]After Rubber Ducky Time[/FONT][/SIZE][/B][B][FONT=Verdana]---[/FONT][/B] Drying his hair out, Shinji changed into a pair of black jeans with a chain belt along with a white dress shirt. Throwing on a tie and a short sleeved jacket, he was prepared to go out though he glanced at Blake and stared at him with concern,"[COLOR=#b30000]Is your body okay? Sorry if I was rough.[/COLOR]" Shinji said wrapping his arms around Blake from behind, resting his chin on Blake's shoulder and snuggled like a giant dog giving affection towards its' master. [SPOILER] [IMG]http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j264/nami_yuganashi/Anime%20Boys/93423.jpg?t=1242061334[/IMG] [COLOR=#000000][B][SIZE=8px]-So lovey dovey =w=;-[/COLOR][/B][/SIZE] @magikarpfever

From the way Geno started to act, it seemed that her question must have made him feel uncomfortable in a way, Calista feeling bad that she did something to make him discomfort as he answered back to her question. Feeling anxious, Calista tried to think of a different topic that they go onto, glancing back at him to see him taking a seat on the bench that Lyra slept on and explain how he wasn't a happy-oh-jolly type of person. Calista stood there in silence until she started to giggle softly at him, covering her mouth and blushed,"[COLOR=#ff4d4d]Ah... S-sorry, I didn't mean to laugh or anything.[/COLOR]" Calista stated trying to find the right words to use,"[COLOR=#ff4d4d]It's just that... I'm kind of happy that you're able to open up to me and tell me this.[/COLOR]" Calista said, her smile becoming the same angelic smile she gave to him that time,"[COLOR=#ff4d4d]You don't have to be all bubbly and energetic all the time, I'm happy if Geno just be himself... If that is okay?[/COLOR]" Calista added, her ears turning red at how stupid she must have sounded but she was being honest here. Though Geno may seem a bit cold, as long as he still stood by Calista's side, she didn't mind him acting that way. If he could open up to her a little then it would be easier for her to understand him a bit in personality wise. [COLOR=#000000][SIZE=8px] -Uhh... hmm... this post here I'm not pleased with ._.-[/COLOR][/SIZE] @Kriyze

Alain was up and at it, washing his face and feeling refreshed. Today was another day at school that he had just attended two days ago. He still haven't met his teachers nor did he meet a lot of people but he didn't mind since he was pretty pump to make some friends, changing into some new clothes, he looked around the room to see a boy still sleeping in his bed, his roommate to be exact,"[I][COLOR=#660033]Should I wake him up?[/COLOR][/I]" Alain thought walking over to his roommate and tapping his arm, from what he could remember from the paper he was given, his roommate name was some with word "Sol" which another name for the Sun as he decided just to call him that,"[COLOR=#660033]Excuse me but you're gonna be late if you don't wake up Sol.[/COLOR]" Alain called out, stepping back a bit just in cause he started to have a morning tantrum which Alain hoped wouldn't happen. [IMG]http://www.severalfashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Mens-Casual-Outfits-Ideas-in-US-for-2012-Picture-500x442.jpg[/IMG] @iLoriel2
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Blake rolled his eye when Shinji picked him up; this was like the third time now. Is this going to be a recurring thing? Not that he particularly cared...it wasn't like Blake found it endearing or anything…Once in the tub Blake rolled his eye again, he never thought he'd start his morning taking a bath with Shinji, though he never really expected to be in a relationship with Shinji to begin with. Funny how life pulls this kind of s***.


"Fine but first let me wash behind those ears of yours, you know those are always the dirtiest parts," Blake purred before tucking Shinji's black locks behind his ear.


Usually Blake wouldn’t tease this much but, hey let a teen have some fun~


Time skip, sorry folks, got to keep it PG heh

Putting his eye patch back on and wrapping a plaid red scarf around his neck to hide Shinji's...love marks Blake felt Shinji's stare practically burn him.


“Jeesh I'm fine, you're acting like a f****** puppy," Blake retorted.


Still, when Shinji wrapped his arms around him Blake felt a fluttery feeling in his chest. Turning his head Blake gave Shinji a quick chaste kiss on the cheek before unraveling himself from Shinji's grasp and heading out the room.


"You coming or what? Blake asked, already half way across the room. However before he went any further Blake stuck his hand out, expecting Shinji to grab it.


Ah f*** it, I'm going to enjoy this relationship to the fullest




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[QUOTE="Rai-Chan]

~Lyra~




"Well if it isn't the filthiest of the filth. Lyra Connerson. How is mother?"


Lyra froze in her tracks, her eyes widening. Her hand automatically gripped onto Mars's shirt. . .that voice. That condescending, horrible voice that she'd spent so many summers being forced to listen to. The voice that had verbally abused her as a child. The voice that was, to Lyra, worse than nails on a chalkboard.


The voice that belonged to her stepbrother.


Part of Lyra just told her to keep walking. Run away. Maybe find a place to hide. . .that's what she did every summer, anyway. Lyra's eyes darted up to Mars, and she said under her breath, "Remember when I told you about. . .my stepbrother. . ? Just. . .Mars, don't make any sudden movements. Don't talk to him. Don't make direct contact. Do not give him power over you. I made that mistake when I was four and I'm still paying for it. . .and whatever you do. . .do NOT tell him I'm on the student council. Just. Don't. Say. Anything."


Lyra slowly turned around to face the person who was, unfortunately, very familiar to her. He was perfectly polished, as always. . .and there she was, covered in dirt, scrapes, and bruises. . .even she had to admit that she did look filthy. Hey, being called filth was on the nicer end of Isaak's usual insults.


"Isaak." she said calmly, though her eyes showed a glimmer of fear. She took a deep breath, and said with as much dignity as she possibly could, "You're looking as. . .clean as always."


Good start! Very good start!


"Mom is fine. . .but I have to say, she told me you weren't coming until next semester. . ."


Dammit, I'm not ready for him yet!

[/QUOTE]
[isaak Heidrich]


Isaak sneered and walked toward her. He took one look at the boy next to her and completely ignored him.


"Disappointed? I know how much you yearn to see me each summer." He said bitterly. "Mother has not written to me in a while. No doubt more concerned about you and this Filth Academy."


He observed her appearance. Dirtier than usual. Companion? Filthy. She was completely and utterly filthy however, even nobles needed filth every now and then.


"Well filth, I need someone to show me around here. I'm sure you'd be more than happy to lend me a hand. Right?" He sneered.
 
~Lyra~




Lyra cleared her throat, about to answer with a cheerful "right". She'd always obliged to Isaak's requests, ever since she was a little kid. Somehow, he had convinced her that he was absolutely better than her in every way and deserved to be waited on. Now that Lyra was older, she knew that that wasn't true. . .but even so, he was bigger and stronger than her. She looked back up at Mars, her fist coiling even tighter as she gripped onto his shirt. Even though she absolutely despised Isaak, she was still President. . .and that meant helping all of the students, whether they were wicked stepbrothers or not.


Why do I feel like Cinderella?


The girl took a deep breath. She wanted to ask him WHY he came to the academy in the first place if it was so filthy? Why didn't he just go to some snobby prep school back in Germany and find some snobby girlfriend and they could get married at the snobbiest of weddings (which Lyra would not be invited to. MAYBE she'd be hired as a caterer, if she was lucky) and lead a snobby life and having snobby little children to carry on their snobby legacy?


Shut up, brain!


"Yeah, mom's been a little bit busy. . .why don't you just call her?" Lyra suggested as nicely as she could, though she really wanted to drop a boulder on Isaak's big head. "And as much as I'd love to show you around. . .I. . ."


Lyra blinked up at Isaak, and then sighed.


". . .I just need to tell Mars that he'll have to get to the infirmary on his own. . ." the girl muttered, releasing her grip on her friend's shirt. She slunk from beneath his arm and mouthed out a quick apology.


"M-M-Mars, I can tell Giovia what h-h-happened if you don't think you'll make it to class. . ." Lyra squeaked.


I can't believe this. My terror of Isaak is stronger than my love for Mars. . .wait, love? I meant love in a FRIENDLY way! Right? Yes! Right! SHUT UP BRAIN, SHUT UP!
 
Akihito said:
[isaak Heidrich]
Isaak sneered and walked toward her. He took one look at the boy next to her and completely ignored him.


"Disappointed? I know how much you yearn to see me each summer." He said bitterly. "Mother has not written to me in a while. No doubt more concerned about you and this Filth Academy."


He observed her appearance. Dirtier than usual. Companion? Filthy. She was completely and utterly filthy however, even nobles needed filth every now and then.


"Well filth, I need someone to show me around here. I'm sure you'd be more than happy to lend me a hand. Right?" He sneered.
Anthony had decided to look to see if the kitchen was serving food but something had caught his attention. He overheard the comments from the boy and let the girl say her piece.


"I've seen worse filth mostly spiritual but never in multiple years of life and very hard times have I ever seen anybody as despicable and rude as you. If I were your relative or even your friend i'd have knocked those teeth down that throat of yours to teach you some manners!" Anthony said his face red as a tomato and his fists were shaking. "Who the hell does he think he is some king if I didn't already have trouble on me i'd come at this snob like a damned spider monkey!"


Anthony looked at the other two turning away from Isaac and took a deep breath. "As for you two it's a pleasure to meet you i'm Anthony Garcia I own feathered elements a major company with global factories."


Anthony put a hand out to the guy first and then put his hand out for the girl trying to seem polite.


"Do they serve vegetarian food here? I don't like meat us humans were never intended to eat it in the first place. We shouldn't even be able to drink milk after being weaned off it either."
 

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