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Orion​

Death is finality, the ending. It's when the curtains fall upon the darkening stage, each and every actor gives their final bows, and the audience shall take a stand and clap for them all. The lights flicker out, the peanut gallery empties, and the play is forgotten about, only to be performed once. Now, some plays are performed so well they get remembered for decades, centuries even. Meanwhile, others had no one attend, to be forgotten about by even the actors that performed in them.
But...that can't be right. No, that's all wrong, that simply isn't true. Where do the actors go afterwards? There must be something that happens after the curtain has fallen, right? There is no such thing as a true ending, is there...? Isn't there--
Wish to find out? Only one way: Die.

Orion knew he should be happy, he knew he should be thankful to be able to attend this academy and to get away from his family. But after having found out what his anima was, well...it shook him, pretty badly at that. See, when his parents had died, it had shaken every part of him, naturally. But it especially hit him hard in his beliefs, about what actually happens after you die, if there was an afterlife, and if there was one, where his parents would wind up in it. That is, if his parents would've even wound up in it anyways. It was something he had wondered about for so long, really. He hadn't ever expected to get a firm answer.
He could remember once how he had timidly tried to ask his aunt about what happens after death, but all he had gotten was a scorn filled lecture about religion and how 'it doesn't matter anyways because you're not going to go to paradise, and your forsaken parents didn't either', followed by multiple lectures on what his beliefs should be. It hadn't really been an answer, but it had been one, and only eleven years old when he asked that, he had taken it as something, better than nothing.
However, after having come to this academy and finding out what his anima is, everything changed. The already shaky foundation has crumbled, the building of his beliefs came toppling down, the debris falling down and crushing everything in its path. Now, he'd have to rebuild, rebuild from his new information, and have to try to grapple once again with what had happened, and try to find out now new answers to questions that had been present in his mind for far too long now.

The boy awoke from his mostly restless sleep as he felt the warm sun softly brush his face, eyes opening to the view of the plain ceiling above him. He hadn't been sleeping too well since finding out what his anima was, it was strange, he'd sometimes have weird dreams. He'd see white...smoke billowing around him, whispering things that didn't make sense, it'd seem to only last for maybe a minute before they'd disappear and he'd fall back into darkness.
But, none of that mattered now, because it was his first day of school! Which reminded him...
Quickly, the boy sat up and stretched a little, pushing the thought of his anima completely out of his mind as he stood up, letting out a small but soundless yawn. For some reason, he just kept feeling more and more tired lately, it was pretty odd...
None the less, the male quickly started getting ready, going as fast as he could, as he would simply hate to be late. But with how big the school was, and how little he could remember from the tour, he'd probably be late anyways. It was the first day though, so surely the teachers would be forgiving, right? Oh, but if they weren't, then...no, no it's not good to think like that, especially on the first day! Surely all the teachers were nice and lovely, they wouldn't hire rude teachers here, or so he would think.
Trying to shake his nervousness away, he was always nervous!, Orion quickly finished getting ready by finally pulling on his uniform. It was a tad big on him, only because when he had ordered it, he had to guess what his measurements were, since he hadn't been able to find anything to measure himself with. Thus, the sleeves of the jacket extended about an inch or so past his fingers tips, and the bottom of his shirt was a tad long as well. If he wore it without pants, it would honestly look like a mini dress on him. Clothes being too long on him was normal though, as due to his rather petite size, a lot of clothing just seemed to drap over him.
After adjusting his outfit, he quickly got breakfast. Well, it wasn't really breakfast, it was just strawberry milk that he made himself. Milk was one of his favorite drinks, and strawberry was one of his favorite flavors, so naturally he loved combining them before together to make a sweet treat. It didn't take him long to down the glass, before he quickly grabbed his messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder. Then, he picked up his white notepad and blue marker, which he used to 'talk' to people, and walked out of his dorm room.
Honestly, Orion was pretty nervous about attending this school. It was a lot bigger than most other schools he had been to, being that he had lived out in the country side most of his life, where the classes there had only ten or fifteen kids in them. Plus, he wasn't sure how people would react to him not being able to speak to them. Sometimes people took it well, sometimes people instead would then avoid him. But, this didn't seem like the type of school he'd have problems with...
Heading out of the dorms, the male happily, yet somewhat nervously, made his way to his class. The school was rather large, much larger than his last schools, so he knew it was pretty likely he'd get lost. Sure, he remembered bits and pieces from the tour he had gone on.
Let's see...first, anima training, right? Right. Now, it should be over here...or was it over there...
After many wrong turns, one time of him falling and spilling everything, almost entering the wrong classroom, and many, many minutes later, he finally managed to arrive to his classroom, and thankfully on time!
Taking a breathe, the boy quickly walked into the classroom, and took a seat in the back, feeling rather nervous. What if he got called on? He knew so little about arcane, he had only just learned that that was his type a few days ago, so he'd look like a total fool in front of everyone!
When the teacher, Mr. Wolfe, asked them about the difference between a fiend and an undead tenebrae, Orion felt like shrinking in his seat. Of course he knew what a tenebrae was, everyone did, but he had no clue was a fiend was. Speak of the magic world had been forbidden in his household, so he suspected he was way far behind everyone else. A look of total nervousness and even a little dread graced his features as he started trying to take notes.
Eek, hopefully he could find someone to help him study...

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Mood: Nervous as all can be
Location: Arcane Class
Interaction(s): Open, feel free to mingle with him
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[Aster]

• Bennett Atticus Miles •​

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Interactions: Jack normal
Mentions: Rob Skryx Uriah Makomin Quinn Elenion Aura
Location: Training Field
Post: 3

Bennett oddly resembled that of a puppy listening to its owner on instructions for tricks. One couldn't blame him. It was his first day of Anima training and his level of enthusiasm was still high, so naturally the boy wanted to do his best and learn whatever he could. He listened intently to Jack's instruction and nodded at the plan given. It wasn't as though he had a better one in mind, being new and all.

"Okay!" was his answer, though he was still puzzled at how Jack intended to shield him without a shield. Unlike Bennett who carried his registered weapon around, Jack seemed to be empty handed. Both confused and curious, he piped up, raising his hand as he questioned, "Are you going to use your Anima to defend?" he perked at the topic, eyes shining in clear interest, "What is your Anima? Oh, and are we supposed to use our weapons? We shouldn't right? (No, the answer is yes. Requiem is wild.) It is just practice but wait, we are supposed to bring them to practice then?" He seemed to confuse himself with every leading question, but he got his answers from the battle which startled between Catherine and two blonde students both bearing the Pandora emblem.

For the first few minutes of the fight, Catherine seemed to be dodging their attacks with nimble ease. Their movements were quick and practiced, reminding Bennett of a dance back at home. She was fast. That was the first thing the male noticed but seeing how he wasn't fighting her personally (yet), he had the foolish hope that he could still outrun her with his Anima.

"Oh, uh yeah! Let's," Bennett replied distractedly as he pulled his attention away from the battle. The dual blades strapped to his lower back were pulled out but still sheathed by a leather cover covering, preventing any damaging cuts. The most his short swords could do was bruise but that alone was enough for him to gain the experience needed to wield them.

His eyes searched for an empty area to freely run around on the field, but fell on a group of students instead. "How about we ask one of them to help spar with us?" Bennett suggested, pointing at one fierce looking raven head (Quinn).

 

[Makomin]

Octavius Harred

Interactions: Axel Luxforeas s e v e n
Mentions: Ophelia Sinclair Aster & Kaye Nightingale Sasil
Location: Classroom 2D
Post(s): 02
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"How dreadful."

Harry Wolfe was never a very calm man. He pervaded his temper on his sleeves but somehow or another, certain people read that as him being the former rather than the latter. What ninnies, really. When the female he had called upon decided that her answer would magically be read upon by himself through her mind (he could if he tried), he merely sighed before folding his arms across his chest, an evident sign of his impatience. The older male then made his way to the blackboard before retrieving a chalk from the box on the teacher's table. He then wrote in huge italics 'Athlete' and 'Geek/Nerd'. He then turned to face the class before once again, crossing his arms.

"Before any of you begin your 'noble' speech on how generalising and stereotypes shouldn't be used in any shape or form, I will remind all of you that the starter of this....categorisation is done by all of you opposite me," Wolfe said before using his right palm to indicate to the words written. "Now, very much like these two identification, the undead and fiend tenebrae are closely relatable if not, the same." Pointing to the word 'Athlete'," he then points to the students.

"The undead is almost like most of you in this class. Their physical endurance is high despite the fact that they look dead." He then wrote down the words 'physical endurance' before continuing, "They are also easily amused in the sense that conjuring the undead up, most of the time, requires little to no bribe in exchange per say, to any normal human being who's anima is not involving necromancy or the like." Wolfe then made his way to the middle of the classroom again before his eyes met with Kaye's, "Just like what you, Nightingale had so conveniently thought about without actually telling it aloud." He didn't seem pleased at the fact that she did not answer him when he had asked for an answer but he wasn't mad, considering that at least one- or to be exact, two and a few others knew the answer to it. His gave Ophelia a glance before looking back at the other students, "The last distinguishable feature is that their power or anima in our terms, feed off of our energy. Because they are the undead, they require some form of compensation for the fact that they are not dead in that very state, hence where the living beings they come into contact with come into play. And also another reason why when you find the body of the defeated magister, you might also find a second that is of not human."

Octavius was feeling slightly bit overwhelmed. He wasn't dumb but his brain capacity wasn't as high as the normal student who can register and ace everything Mr Wolfe said, too either. The male was already missing his bed and especially his Golden Retriever but he had a few more classes to get by with. It didn't help that the first class in the morning itself was Harry Wolfe's one. He wondered how the man could actually spew over everything in his brain out from his mouth. But then again, Harry Wolfe is the smartest man in Requiem Academy, IQ wise. The brunet looked at the male next to him, his good friend, Axel before signalling to him whether he had some chips, using his fingers to indicate in a shape of a rectangle.

"Moving onto fiend type, they exhibit traits then the minority of us have. That is, mentally stimulating rather than physically motivated," Wolfe said before writing down the word 'mentally strong' on the blackboard. When did he go there? Octavius thought to himself before turning his attention back to what the teacher was saying. "They are however, one of the most complex and quite interesting tenebraes because they feed not on your mental capabilities as many would think but rather, they feed off a specific trait of yours. Many make the mistake of assuming just because they control with their brains, they need brains. No," Wolfe said before pushing his spectacles closer up his nose as his long white hair moved from his back to his side. "It varies from person to person. They manipulate that one thing that is prominent about yourself and make yourself, turn against yourself. In lay men's terms, you become your worst enemy and they too." He ended before looking out at everyone else. There was a moment of silence before he finally spoke up.

"For today, I want everyone to get into pairs and train your mind. I will go to each pair and test how strong all of you are against a fiend tenebrae." He said before making his way back to the front of the classroom.

Octavius Harred thought that it would an automatic understanding that he and Axel paired up together. As such, he made his way to the male's side before saying, "You'll probably have a fun time with Wolfe."

 

[Makomin]

Uriah Kershaw

Interaction: Rob
Mentions:Rob Skryx and Aster
Location: Academy Field
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Was he in Heaven yet? Sitting alongside the Goddess with her army of servants and banquet tables glistening in gold that held so much of food that it could indeed feed at least a few spoonfuls to every citizen in Requiem?

No, he was currently standing next to his best friend who was brimming with confidence since a second ago after finding out the two have been made to try and take Catherine Holt down. In an ideal world, their Physik teacher was exactly what she looked like, personality wise. She would be like an innocent little bunny who would be quite fragile and most of the time, cute. But no, the world was indeed the birth place of irony and no doubt, their school had a motherlode of student irony walking in and out everyday. It wasn't as though Uriah Kershaw lacked self-esteem or confidence, in fact, most of the time, he could compensate for many others who were indeed like that. The fact was that Catherine Holt was not an easy target to take down. And when he says not easy, he meant really difficult. That is, if she wasn't lenient to the two and he doubted she would be considering their circumstances.

"I sure hope our chances of winning is as high as your confidence level now, Rob." He said to the other male before he prepared himself to transform yet again. The blonde decided that since he had to be bare to be able to utilise the full extend of his anima, he decided to use one of his favourite and sure to win forms, the Basilisk. As though he was shrinking, slowly, the clothes that was once fitting on his body, begin to loosen at some places and Uriah seemed to almost blend in with the floor, only, he grew bigger after that. Very much bigger. He took up almost a quarter of the field with his Basilisk form. His now scales are black in colour and in the sun, it seemed to give a small glow because of its smoothness. His eyes were a yellowish-green in colour and his pupil was only a vertical slit down his actual eyeball. He turned to Rob before hissing and communicating with him through his mind, considering he can't speak now that his tongue wasn't actually his tongue.

"You go from the top, I'll go the bottom." Rob heard in his mind before Uriah made slicked his way to Catherine herself who was actually in formation of their attack. He slide his way to her but at the last minute, avoided her and made his way to behind her back, sliding his way further behind her as fast as possible. He needed to wait for Rob first but he needed to distract her too. Uriah then used the tip of his rather large tail to whip at Catherine.

 

[Makomin]

Orion Walker Smol Birb || Classroom 2B || "So much of effort needed"

If there was one thing Usha Kershaw disliked about the way things were run in educational institutions were the fact that students had to bring back a permission slip to allow their parents to sign it, vouching that their child is indeed given the permission to partake in any given school activity or curriculum. Sure, she understood it from Requiem Academy's point of view (everyone knew that in reality, it was all for paper work and nothing else) but the sole purpose of being sent here is to become a magister which is someone who obliter- ensures that every normal citizen doesn't have to deal with the likes of a tenebrae. Simple as that. And the academy is worried about parent going off the handle to go to the beach.

Possibly dying on their way to the academy? Not so much.

She sighed before folding the piece of paper into quarters and sliding it into the notebook that was in her drawstring bag. The blonde's parents home wasn't too far away from the Academy. In fact, it was about half an hour if she took transportation. But the fact of the matter is that she doesn't really want to see or interact with her parents. She was sure that her brother would either go there by himself if he felt like it (which was a bit often than her, surprisingly) or he'd mail it to them. They had a week after all.

When it was time for them to make a move to their respective classes, she followed at the back of the line to Mr Wolfe's class.

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He sure was happy to be here.

She meant Harry Wolfe but that sarcasm of hers was directed to almost everyone in the class alongside her. Usha Kershaw was never one for a bore but she had to admit that his classes didn't really fall under that category considering she can remember what he says word for word even after half an hour. It may seem illogical but a human brain can typically remember something very defined for only a few minutes, two to be exact.

Usha wanted to say something. But she respected the male teacher, which was rare, as such, she sat in her seat but focused on the environment outside rather than what he was saying. As soon as he mentioned to get into pairs, she looked around the classroom. She didn't have a problem with pairing up with a stranger, she assumed many of her classmates were anyways said for maybe people she considered her friends which were none so far except for a few like Curtis, Ophelia, maybe Persephone and even Axel.

The person who sat the closest to her was a male who looked just down right depressing. Or maybe it was just her intuition. Regardless, he didn't look good at all. She suppose he would do. "Hello, my name is Usha. A pleasure, I'm sure," she said before reaching down to grab his right hand and shaking it forcefully. After letting go of it, she then said, "We're paired up now so we have to work together, I suppose."

Usha Kershaw then turned her attention to the front as Wolfe mentioned, "The mind is not as simple as chanting resistance all the way through. If you don't mean it, you won't get it. Your partner and yourself have ten minutes to practice."

"Anymore slower and he'd probably just finis his sentence by the end of the time." She said aloud to no one in particular as she raised an eyebrow towards Ori. "I don't like wasting time so, my anima concerns bringing dead people back up bodily. I don't really care for yours but I have to know to get this activity started and done with as soon as possible." She replied to him in her usual tone. She didn't intentionally mean to sound rude but her personality and the way she talked was such that people just assumed that she was either always angry or she didn't have manners at all.

Both aren't completely wrong.

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[Polaris.]

A J A X
" Now you're just somebody I used to know "

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Abeyance: n. a state of temporary inactivity.

A delicate push forward, he allowed the user to be flexible with directions, only affecting the magnitude of the vector. If he wanted to play a joke, he suppose he could accidentally make Curtis run into a wall for fun. He mused on the thought, a smile threatening to creep on his face. But he couldn’t, that would taking a million steps backwards. Ajax had to admit, physik training was a lot more fun than arcane by default. There was more movement and less ’blah blah blah’ yapping. What’s so negative about it then? It’s a double-edge sword. Less yapping meant more movement. Ajax actually had to put in work while arcane was synonymous with nap time. What a chore. He yawned for the third time in class as Curtis jogged back to his side.

Interacting with Curtis was playing hot or cold, sometimes the male would taste like bitter coffee but when drunk, he’s as cuddly as cotton candy. One day, he was Ajax’s right hand man and the next day, he waved a white flag. His actions were perplexing and neither men were good at sitting down and discussing, goddess forbid, emotions. It didn’t help that Ajax would completely zone out whenever Curtis talked about anything important relating to paperwork.

Ajax shook his head, “I didn’t bring my tonfas,” he admitted. Dragged out by Kaye in a hurry, he only brought his laptop which proved to be incredibly useless in a physik anima training course. He suppose it would cure the boredom for a bit while other newcomers excitedly raise their hands to be the first guinea pigs. “Doesn’t matter though, whatever I lay my eyes on can be a weapon,” he glanced over at the new students. Or a human shield…No one would know better. But he wasn’t Axel the second so that wasn’t going to fly. He listened carefully to Curtis’s plan idea and nodded in concord. “Let’s do that then.”

The most they can do is survive against a gold rank magister who is faster than even b the naked eye can see. Attention quickly shifted to the ruckus created by two Pandoras. Of course, Ajax didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Uriah and his parrot. Catherine smiled gleefully, looking like she found her meal served on a silver platter for her to consume. Thanks to the noise, this meant a break for the drowsy male. He sat down, watching the circus play out in front of him. “Oh fuck,” Ajax muttered the moment the Basilisk was in its complete form. Another negative fact in physik classes: unwanted nudity. Uriah’s scales were iridescent, reflecting colors from beams of sunlight. He took up a good chunk of the field, requiring those in the vicinity to evacuate.

Ajax then decided that he rather be doing something more productive with his time than to watch the Pandora chimps dance with a bunny. He laid down, closing his eyes before saying, “Wake me up when they’re done,” to Curtis.


Interactions: Curtis Aster
Mentions: Axel s e v e n , Rob Skryx , Uriah Makomin
Location: Training Field
Mood: Bored
Post: 3

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[Polaris.]

Kaia Eden Nightingale
” Choose people who choose you so you can taste the loving fragrance of happiness. ♡ ” ​

Mellifluous: adj. (of a voice or words) sweet or musical; pleasant to hear.

“Surprise! We’re your roommates for the year,” she hugged Robbie in a ta-da fashion. Zander did not look happy. Oh well, he’ll learn to love them all eventually. No one can resist these charming harmless folks. Not for too long anyways. “Zander always play hard to get, don’t worry Robbie, I know he loves you deep inside.” The Vice President jumped off the bed, hopped around, realizing he was late. She didn’t relate to the hurry or panic, her eyes examined Uriah’s new room since it was basically their place from now on.

“Zanzan, you — “ she called out just as he slammed the door. “Forgot to brush your teeth.” Kaia turned to look at Robbie and shrugged as they made their way to the dining table. She was elated to see that Uriah remembered her order from last night. I love you, she mouthed to him before taking a large bite. “Mmm, you need to open up your own restaurant. Imagine how much money we’ll make,” she commented, taking more bites. Their conversations flowed easily from new students, fun initiations, and upcoming pranks. Once they were done eating, Uriah leaned in, whispering into her ears.

“Wow, ruthless and hot? Just my type. Where do I sign up?” she laughed, undoing her braids and shaking out the curls in her hair. It took forever for any of them to put the dishes away mainly thanks to Kaia and Rob thumb wrestling to see who would clean up. Before they knew it, it turned into a three way thumb wrestle. The trio finally left the dorm at 9:20 and making it to class by 9:30. She couldn’t help but feel slightly envious that her friends are all in Physik and she was stuck in elemental but she waved them goodbye.

Kaia headed to the Elemental Training Field. Long and behold, everyone already paired up considering she was half an hour late. While that would have seem daunting to many, the cheerful brunette figured she’d just slip in and pretend she was there all the time. But before, she could join a party of two, a pair of hand reached her chest from behind before squeezing it. ”Kaia Eden Nightingale, these haven’t grown. Need me to share some of mine?”

That…voice.

She whipped her head around in shock to see it was Nix, a Pandora mate. She removed the hands away from her and grinned at the teasing blonde. “Nixie. I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you adore me.”

Nix looked at her finger nails as if they fascinated her, blowing on it before replying, “Girls are soft, what’s not to adore? Anyways partner, I was waiting for you. Mr. Bowle mentioned that there’s a 3 day field trip to the beach so we can defeat some crabs.” Nix eyes glanced downwards noticing the five inch heels. "You court death, milady."

”They were on sale, aren't they gorgeous?” The two stood close, exchanging stories and rumors. Liam in love with Isabelle but Isabelle likes his twin brother, Caleb. Caleb is dating Jessica, but Jessica is having an affair with Peter. And guess what? Peter is Isabelle's little brother.

"Are you serious? Wow, imagine them at a drinking party. Hello disaster."

Gasps were heard when suddenly, a few more Pandora females huddled around them and Nix nodded in confirmation.

"You have to admit it. Peter is pretty cute," she gushed. "I like my women and men with glasses."

"No Nix, that's illegal. He's underage. And he's a Genesis. Z-dog would never let you near him." Kaia whispered, feeling slightly scandalized.

"Well Z-dog can go jump off a bridge. When has that ever stopped --"

"That group over there! Stop chatting and start training!" Mr. Bowle barked from the sideline. "Don't think I didn't see you enter late." The student quickly dispersed and only the duo remained.

"Caught redheaded, Kaia. Anyways, ready or not, here I come."

Interactions: Uriah Makomin , Rob Skryx , Zander Elenion Aura
Mood: Scandalized
Post:2

 

[s e v e n]

Axel Luxforéas

"If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell"

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Mood: Amused
Location: Classroom 2D
Post: 01
Tags:
✢ Interactions: Octavius Makomin
✢ Mentions: Usha Makomin , Ophelia Aster

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Axel opened his eyes, yet another year has passed. Time is merciless, waiting for no one. Whether you be strong or weak, old or young, time moves on nonetheless, devouring every single thing it crossed path with. Time is the best healer, yet also the cruelest companion. It was a paradox that Axel knew better than anyone else. Yet, as the light showered into his room that day, it officially marked the fourth year of attendance to Requiem Academy. The beginning of the years had always been quite eventful- the imprinting, the initiation, and of course, the trip. About time they had a change of pace. With that, the blonde slid himself off his bed, preparing for yet another day.

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Unlike many senior students who had just woken up thirty minutes prior to first class, Axel was known to be up early. In addition, again, today was the first day. It was worthwhile to witness the junior imprinting early on, watching from afar as the small students lining up like little chickens, eyes wide in either enthusiasm or anxiety. No one seemed particularly interesting, yet the blonde knew better. Looks could be deceiving. Soon, students began to pour in, one by one, clutching their items of choice in front of their chests to be their Regalia. For most student council members, that only signaled more paper works. For Axel, it had never failed to strike his fascination and interest, the way someone chooses their Regalia.

A blonde girl then made her way in. Something about the way she walks, the confidence in her strides and the way her eyes glint- it somehow spoke to him. That she was different from the other “beans”. Interesting. He was definitely going to remember her for later. As the girl’s eyes met his, he flashed her a quick smile, accompanied by a brief wink. Then of course, she too went, replaced by yet other freshmen. Subconsciously, his hand went to reach for his pocket watch as he observed them one after another with their wristbands, trading cards, handguns…

The sight almost reminded him of himself three years ago, yet as the memories started making their way back, the blonde stood from his position before turning for an exit. That was enough for the day, besides, class would be starting for them soon. Through the overly familiar halls of the place that had become home for him, Axel made his way towards their first class, where they would have their first Anima Training class of the year. The blonde positioned himself at his usual seat; just at the back corner where he could watch everyone yet is mostly obscured. In just a matter of minutes, the class filled itself (including the blonde girl he had spotted earlier) and then their teacher made their way in.

Nothing much happened, with Mr. Bowle simply announcing for their trip like always. A trip to a beach fighting Portans. The blonde tried to recall whether or not ever having confronted it before. Besides, how hard could it possibly be? The thought excites him, though not about fighting the Portans, but watching the freshmen on their first confrontation with a tenebris. Only moments later, the arcane students found themselves in yet another class, this time with Mr. Wolfe talking the lead.

Who can tell me the difference between a fiend and an undead tenebrae?

Of course, Axel knew the answer. Being a fourth year and a member of student council, Axel had encountered way more tenebrae than his likings. He was sure most of them do, too. Nonetheless, he didn’t feel much need of answering. Instead, his eyes quickly went towards another faired haired girl, Ophelia Sinclair. The Syndicate girl was notorious for her intelligence, after all. Nevertheless, it was another girl named Barbara Lanks who answered, and so the lecture went on for a while before eventually, they had to be paired up for a start at their Anima Training.

For a brief moment, the blonde had a gist that taking up that new girl he saw earlier would have been an interesting choice. However, he knew that the option was to be crossed out when Octavius Harred, a fellow student council member, had approached him instead. Not like he minded. “Please, love. When have I not been having fun?” he grinned as the other made by his side, giving the brunet a mild pat on the shoulder. He watched as everyone headed for their own pairs as well. Truth be told, anima training class had always been one of the most interesting among all. Wolfe with his quirks and illusions, the man had never failed to amuse him. “Train your minds, huh?,” he muttered and smirked, his gaze drifting towards the freshmen. He remembered seeing Mr. Wolfe for the first time years ago, back when his stoic expression managed to freak him out slightly. Now he was pretty used to their training, and watching new students tremble with restlessness was entertaining. And defense against fiend training for a first lesson? Bet 1G that one of them would cry.​

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[Elenion Aura]

Mood: Grim determination
Location: Physik Training Grounds
Interactions: Ben, Jack
Mentions: Curtis, Ajax
Tags: Aster , Polaris. normal

Quinn​

At the start, Quinn worked alone. She saw Ajax and Curtis partner up - a sight she didn't expect to see so soon after their separation - and the rest of the Physik students were not up to snuff. The Syndicate girl didn't mind being solo, and in fact preferred it in most situations. But in a fight with Catherine, Quinn knew she'd need all the help she could get. Lining up opposite a row of three straw dummies, painted to look like cartoonish versions of the Tenebrae themselves, Quinn held out an open hand as she estimated her distance. Twenty feet separated her from the nearest practice dummy, and five feet separated each dummy from the next in a staggered row. Being at such a distance gave her options, in practice as well as in a real combat scenario, and to her, having options would always be better than the choice being made for her.

The Syndicate girl gave pause, if only for a moment to gather her thoughts. An organized mind was a clear-thinking mind. Drawing her conclusion in short order, Quinn assumed her battle stance, legs spread and sturdy, poised and ready to fight or to run at a moment's notice. In her outspread fingers appeared three simple daggers, one in her right, two in her left. They were shimmering, opalescent things of subtle violet, glinting with each move and trick of light. Combat knife throwing was, as any weapons expert would tell you, wholly foolish in practice. Knives make poor projectile weapons, as opposed to spears and arrows, who fly straight, because thrown knives tend to rotate along their trajectory, which means that at the point of impact, the knife whether it be unbalanced or balanced as a high probability of striking the target with the wrong end, dealing no damage. Even expert knife throwers must painstakingly measure distance and control the velocity of their throw in order to ensure that their knife sticks with the pointy end. And even after all that knife throwing is still sub-optimal in the sense that, once the knife is thrown, the thrower has, essentially, relinquished their weapon to their enemy and assuming that the knife doesn't drop the target, it will almost surely be used against the original wielder.

Knowing all this, Quinn still firmly ascribes to the school of throwing knives. Especially at close distances. A bow and arrow was too cumbersome, and prevented the mobility that Quinn preferred for medium-to-close-quarters combat. Besides, no opponent could ever use Quinn's knives against her, eliminating one of the two major weaknesses of the style. As for the other, the problem of rotation, Quinn had a solution as well. While most expert knife throwers ascribe to a rotation-style of throw for added accuracy, Quinn had learned on her own a technique known as the Thorn Style, a type of no-spin throwing technique which allows for good accuracy and power, but more importantly, consistent sticking potential. Using the Thorn Style, knives can be thrown from any distance (inside 35 feet for accuracy), any angle or arm position (overhand, underhand, from the side), while moving (forwards, backwards, laterally), and while jumping. In short, the ideal style for combat knife throwing. The style revolves around a collaborative, flexible forearm and wrist action which allows the thrower to push the knife through the air, similar to a spear throw. Arguably the most important aspect of the Thorn Style is the action of the index finger, or finger of god. By dragging the tip of the index finger across the blade's handle after release, thereby curbing the dagger's natural tendency toward rotation, thus guaranteeing that the blade always strikes its target point-first.

To begin, Quinn shut her eyes and focused on her breathing. Breath control was key. Control was key. Even the slightest misstep or narrowest miscalculation could end with her being impaled on her sword, and not her enemies. Like the calm that signifies a gathering storm, Quinn was still as death, eyes clasped shut. Breathe in. 1, 2, 3... Breathe out. 3, 2, 1... She appeared much like the training dummies before her, still, dull, lifeless... And it was precisely this lifelessness which made what happened next so startling.

Like the clap of thunder, or the beat of a heavy drum in her ear, giving cadence to the quickness of her steps, Quinn exploded into action. Her eyes snapped wide, and before she'd even taken a full step, her right arm reeled back, far behind her ear, and had already begun its follow through. At the point just before her arm reached the apex of its arc, Quinn let the dagger loose, dragging her index finger across its spine mid-flight, dialing its rotational momentum back to nil. Wasting not the time it would take to watch and wait to see if the dagger would make its mark, Quinn was already putting into action her next act.

Thunk.

Came the sound of her first dagger impacting the broad side of the dummy. Clapping her hands and splitting the two knives in her left evenly, Quinn lead with the left, underhand, then followed up with the right, overhand again. thunk, thunk. The remainder of the three original daggers met their mark, pincushioning the first dummy in its shoulder, midsection, and groin area. Quinn knew better than to aim for head-shots. As she switched her attentions to the second of three, Quinn dispelled the three, and reconstituted them as two of the same species, one in each hand. Simultaneously, she switched directions, grinding her heels into the soil to cancel her forward momentum, and kicked off, strafing laterally to the right, parallel to the second dummy. Bringing the left-handed dagger across her body and releasing it in much the same manner as the first three, Quinn combat rolled counter-clockwise. Her momentum popped back to her feet, and she used that same upward momentum as the driving force behind the remaining dagger's underhand throw. This time she stopped, pausing long enough to hear the sound.

Thunk. Thunk.

With a wave of her hand, the two embedded knives dissolved into sparkly dust as she turned at last to the final training dummy. The first two slowly hemorrhaged sand from their three and two wounds respectively. She had about fifteen feet of ground to cover before she could close with the third dummy. Holding her right hand out, palm facing up, Quinn envisioned the weapon she needed, and formed its likeness from nothing: a simple spear, balanced horizontally in the palm of her hand. Quinn closed her fingers around its shaft while she kept her thumb straight along its length. She brought the spear up, hovering beside her ear, parallel to the ground. Taking a stance with her left foot forward, Quinn took a few steps in a run before launching the spear, its momentum and force a combination of the efforts of her whole bod working in concert, rather than simply the force of her arm. The spear sung through the air for half of a breath before impacting the dummy with such a force that it snapped the wooden framework shear in half. The broken top of the training mannequin hung haphazardly from a few strained strips of burlap, its innards all spilling out over the ground.

"Hey! Would you like to spar with us?"

The sound of the voice took her a little by surprise, not enough that it showed, however. Quinn turned on her heel to face the new challenger. Realizing immediately that he was no threat, nor his timid partner, who Quinn recognized immediately. She almost said no, out of habit, but something strange happened just then.

"Uh. Sure." The look of utter elation on the boy's face told Quinn just how large of an error she'd made.

Ugh. What had she just done?

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[Sasil]

Kaye Nightingale: A Dreamer

➣ This too shall pass.
➣ Interactions: None
➣Mentions: Makomin s e v e n
➣ Location: Classroom 2D; Mood: Curious Posts: 02
Kaye felt her heart sink--ever so slightly hearing her name. She bit her bottom lip before nodding towards Mr. Wolfe. course, she should have said something--why she suddenly felt like she shouldn't? It was times like this that you proved how great you where at something. Don't hide, but hiding when it came to small things, not bousting about someones abilities. Kaye never was someone to try and talk herself up so much. Helping, making people feel good about themselves, that was her main goal. Her feelings? They where at the bottom of her to do list.

Straightening her back Kaye stood only a bit taller looking to the chalkboard, reading the words on the board before glancing around the room once more. Her attention was taken from the faces though, hearing more about the undead and tenebra that she had not heard described in such a way. The need to take notes was strong, but alas this was a class for the mind. Hands on and ready to practice it as soon as possible. It worked to get the mind working, this was a good way remembering the techniques. Notes just made her feel better.

The information was given quick and to the point, while it stuck with Kaye she felt like it was a lot of information given in a small amount of time. Nothing she couldn't handle though, at least she hoped would be the case. One more breath. In and out.

Calming. Smile; that was the way to relax and move on.

Feeling a little better Kaye listened to the new instructions given by Mr. Wolfe. Pairing up? Kaye swallowed, she wasn't sure who she would get to train her mind with. Looking around the room her eyes fell on a few familiar faces, seeing Axel joining Octavius she gave him a wave. they guy liked to avoid her--Kaye never understood why. they had been such good friends before he left and never said a thing. In school, he never looked at her. Ran away even--While it hurt Kaye would never allow anyone to see it. Sunshine smile towards him before she looked around, now who should she partner up with?​

coded by: Polaris

I close my eyes & I paint my dreams

 

[Smol Birb]

Orion​

Quiet people tend to notice too much, don't you think? They see too much, hear too much, too much too much. I wonder if there's a way to fix this? Perhaps...carve out their eyes, rip off the ears? Then again, you don't really need eyes to see and ears to hear, do you?

Orion payed almost razor sharp attention as the teacher spoke, continuing to take notes as he went onto further explain things. He'd have to go over these notes later, maybe at lunch? Maybe he could also take a visit to the library and study up a little, that way he could maybe learn a thing or two and be able to contribute to the class. After all, he didn't want the teacher to think he's a slacker! That'd just be terrible.
Alright, so, the undead tenebrae deal with physical, while the fiend type deals with mental. Alright, that's easy to remember. The specific trait part made him nervous, though. Just imagine going up against the worst part of yourself...that sounds quite awful! You're the only one who knows all your weak points, it'd be near impossible to beat them too! Gosh, hopefully he never runs into one of those things, he'd have no chance of winning against something like that...
To be honest, Orion had never held much self confidence in himself, for a multitude of reasons. No one had ever been around to really build his confidence up in the first place, or really give him any self esteem at all. Plus, it's not like he's had a whole lot of success in life. Sure, he got rather good grades in school and all, but it's not like that really means much after awhile. But this was a chance to start something new! Negative thoughts weren't going to make him feel better, he just needed to find a new way to build confidence, that's all! Then, things will surely start to feel a little better, right? Right, of course!
When the teacher told them all the pair up, the boy did a quick scan around the room, and instantly felt dread fill his stomach. He had no clue who anyone here was, and it was probably going to be hard to ask someone to partner with him when he couldn't even talk. No, no, confidence! He needs to be confident!
You can do thi--
"Hello, my name is Usha. A pleasure, I'm sure," pulled him straight out of his pep talk as the girl next to him leaned over and grabbed his hand, shaking it. All he could do for a second was blink and stare, as he hadn't really expected someone to just partner up with him so quickly. After all, people tend to go with people they like or already know. He'd rather go with someone he knew, but only because of his difficulty communicating with people, and that he's a rather shy person. That's why often times in class, he usually only has one or two partners that he gets with, as that's just easier in the long run.
Nonetheless, though, he quickly put a smile on his face, happy that at least someone was willing to partner for him and he didn't have to try and pick and see who was left over. The person, a female apparently named Usha, seemed kind enough, and she was pretty too! But he thought everyone was pretty in their own way, to be honest.
As the teacher began speaking again, the dark haired male flipped to a new page in his notebook and quickly startled scribbling something down, writing as fast as he could. He continued to still write as she began talking about herself, though he did noticeably perk up when she did mention her anima, and within moments, he held up his notebook so she could read what he had written.
'Hi! I'm Orion Walker, it's nice to meet you, Usha. My anima is involved with necromancy, so I guess we're pretty similar, then! I apologize for inconveniencing you by having you read this, but unfortunately, I'm not able to talk, so I'll have to communicate with you by writing things down, if that isn't too much trouble! I hope we can be friends after we finish this activity, you seem very nice!'
Hopefully the girl would like him, since he was sure she'd make a great first friend. Sure, she seems a tid bit frosty around the tips, but that's just how some people are, and there isn't a point in judging them for that. If he's just nice to her and polite, they'll make friends in no time.

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Mood: Nervous
Location: Arcane Class
Interaction(s): Usha

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[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Malachai Walker

Location: Classroom 2B | Mood: Intrigued |
Tags: Aster [interacted] Elenion Aura & Makomin [mentioned]

Malachai felt a pang of sympathy for the whispering girl that had gotten called on. She hadn't exactly fallen into Wolfe's good graces with her response, or lack thereof. Ah, well, at least she was pretty. Ophelia's notebook and neat handwriting caught his eye. Passing notes probably wouldn't land him in Wolfe's good graces either, but this information was more of a vocabulary lesson that he had needed back when he was a first year, not now, so he could afford to miss it. However, he did try to split his attention between the notes and the lecture. He stifled a chuckle at her message and shook his head. There had been more mornings during his last few years than he cared to remember where he had been late to class because he'd spent the night before with someone. However, over the years, he'd gotten a lot better at leaving. In the beginning, mornings were awkward and shameful. Nowadays, he could charm his way out of a bedroom as easily as he could charm his way into one. He was more tactful. Kai picked up the pen and wrote in his own small, neat handwriting. 'My roomate is a first year. I want him to settle in before I bring people back to the room.' Bob was a nice kid, so he would give him another day or two before crushing the boy's innocence. He was doing an okay job of restraining himself, for now at least. His eyes went back up to the lecture scene.

When Wolfe made his comment comparing the students to the undead, he couldn't help but chuckle. The way their teacher spoke was amusing, even if it was degrading them. He couldn't blame him though, some of these kids weren't exactly the brightest. It was an arrogant thought, but he felt like he was a bit more knowledgeable than some, especially the first years and some of the students who looked like the lecture contained more words than they knew how to process. The brunet used his pen to scribble down a few notes of information. He understood the major ideas, but a few details would be better remembered if he wrote them down. The idea of going against a fiend tenebrae was sort of terrifying, really. But that was how arcane training went. Brute strength training would have been a lot easier than facing your internal struggles. Well, today would be interesting if nothing else. At the mention of partners, he turned his attention to Ophelia.

"Partners?" Malachai offered, then remembered Persephone was still there- she was easy to forget about, unfortunately. He knew he'd be much better at talking to strangers than she was, so he quickly added, "Unless you're with Seph? Which is fine with me if that's the case. I'll just ask someone else, like..." His eyes wandered for a moment, "the Genesis VP. He's cute. He also probably sucks at this stuff, so I'd love to teach him a thing or two." He smiled at his own comment. There was the chance that he'd also get rejected by Zander, but if that happened he was sure one of the girls seated behind him would be more than happy to ditch her friends for him. He'd feel bad if he cast Seph out into the unknown when she was already not good at standing out, especially since he was fine either way. He left the decision up to the girls.

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jack kim

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Jack's attention snapped back to Ben, laughing at his own forgetfulness, failing to tell Ben about his own anima.

"Oh, sorry, I can make forcefields, see?" He presented his hand and a sphere formed around it, almost transparent, with wicks of what looked like silver dotting it. "It's quite useful in combat." Jack continued to bolster his own ego, not really caring because he was in front of someone younger than him, so he can make Ben think he's about the strongest student in the school if he wanted. He seemed gullible enough.

"You should use your sword things, you need to practice with them, right?" Jack looked at them. "People say I should take up using a weapon but I think I'm just fine." The truth was he did lack some fighting prowess but he didn't say that to him.

Jack glanced over at Quinn as Ben called for her to train with them, a frown immediately appearing on his features. Their relationship had been sour ever since he started dating Niko, and he hadn't really seen her or talked to her ever since their breakup, so hopefully, the girl wouldn't be as shrewd to him as she usually was. He wanted to tell Ben to keep quiet or reprimand him, but it was too late, Quinn having already accepted the request.

"Uh, hello, Quinn." Jack awkwardly welcomed her into their training session that had yet to commence, his focus drifting away from Quinn and Ben and more unto the battle that was happening with Uriah and Rob. He was clearing his throat, scratching his neck, anything to distract him from having a conversation with Quinn. "Let's start, I guess."

tags || Elenion Aura «quinn»
Aster «ben»

location || classroom 3-a

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Louis Blutmond

"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you"

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Mood: Delighted
Location: Training Field
Post: 03
Tags: Skryx
☘ Interactions: Bob
☘ Mentions: -

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The Genesis boy felt his face heat up slightly over the topic of his regalia brought up. Louis really had never thought of that outcome, and he was stupid. Seriously, bringing a handgun as a regalia and expecting no one to make a comment out of it? He must be delusional. But then again, he remembered the true purpose of it, and suddenly it didn’t feel as embarrassing as it did before, though without a doubt still is. When the other boy stated that his anima was air, his attention was immediately snapped and his eyes widen in utter fascination.

“Wind? That’s so cool isn’t it?! Couldn’t you make a twister or something? Typhoon?” Louis said, his eyes practically sparkling as his arms flailed around in making wild hand gestures. A small sense of nervousness (cross that, a huge sense) struck to him in realization. What if Bob was great? What if he was the only one who didn’t know what on earth (quite literally) was he doing? But Bob did say that he only wished he did the gust of wind, does it mean that he was as clueless? Was he only being humble? Louis wished he had gotten something a bit more straightforward, like super strength maybe, but since when did life ever go his way?

“You two are new, aren’t you?” spoke a voice behind him. Louis flinched and turned, nearly slapping their teacher, who was standing right behind them with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Mr. Bowle nodded towards one of the many dummies, one that seemed like it was newly replaced. “Try hitting the dummy,” said Mr. Bowle. Louis turned to look at Bob, shrugging slightly before literally hitting the dummy with his fist, in which it didn’t even move.

“Great,” Mr. Bowle grimaced, none of his voice signified how impressed he was. “Try hitting it with your [i[anima[/i] now. Who knows? Might be better than your punch.” Louis pouted, turning towards the dummy and took a deep breath. Concentrate…don’t mess up in front of the teacher… Feel the earth…be the earth…

He stomped his foot upon the ground, and a single gravel or two jumped and hit the dummy square on the face. Louis stared at it for a while, as though in utter disbelief, before turning towards Bob, beaming. “Did you see that?!” Louis said and fist pumped the air. “I’M THE MAN!” he exclaimed in glee, turning to the teacher. “Did a good job, didn’t I Mr. Bowling Ball?”

“It’s Mr. Bowle, and yes, yes you did. The tenebrae are frightened,” Mr. Bowle rolled his eyes before turning towards Bob. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
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[Aster]

• Ophelia Sinclair •​

'How thoughtful,' were the letters smoothed out on the lined canvas, mild sarcasm concentrated in each cursive stroke. It didn't take one to know Ophelia well to hear the dry smirk in her words and as Professor Bowle summarized his lesson, the class was quickly ushered to train in pairs.

As tempting as it was to take up Malachai's offer, Ophelia was far too sinister attached to scare off the brunet male with her anima abilities. While Kai's anima proved to be something to remain wary of, the blonde had a blind sense of security that even with his anima activated and used on her, the effects he'll receive is nothing of the normal sort. (Her love was twisted, gnarled up like corrupted branches that reached past the point of salvation.) Perhaps, that scared her, but she'll never admit that. Not to others and certainly not to herself.

Then again, if worse do come to worst, all it would take was a simple wave of the hand to erase the male's memory; but another blatant sign of how abnormal she is was unwanted, unneeded and unnecessary.

With a cheery smile, Ophelia linked her arm with Persephone and nodded in reply. "Sorry Kai," she said, bearing an apologetic smile, "Can't leave Seph alone to fend for herself," her voice hummed as virescent optics followed Kai's line of sight, landing on a familiar face.

Zander Monroe. Genesis Vice-president.

From what Ophelia could remember at affiliate meetings, he was a fighter; a student who had spent most of his anima classes in the Physik department. From the looks of it, this must've been the first time he was transferred to arcane. A brow raised in interest.

'I wonder how he'll adapt to the new playing ground.'

"I'm sure you will," Ophelia concludes with a small wave. She shifts her attention to Persephone, seat shifted so that she sat right in front of the redhead.

"You remember how to do this?" she asks with a light chuckle, the insignia in her eye glowing faintly with hidden mischief and subconsciously, malintent.

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Interactions: Kai Sadistic Sweetheart Persephone Makomin
Mentions: Zander Elenion Aura
Location: Classroom 2-D
Post: 2

 

[Aster]

• Bennett Atticus Miles •​

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Interactions: Jack normal Quinn Elenion Aura
Mentions: None
Location: Training Field
Post: 4

Lights on Christmas morning were comparably identical to Ben's azure eyes which widened in awe at the sight of the translucent force field formed in his senior's palm. His lips parted in reverence, mouthing an unspoken, 'wow'. He did not have to know the extent of Jack's abilities in order to be deeply impressed. Being an excited newcomer, there was much which set him in wonder.

"Okay then!" Bennett said, drawing his blades out from his sheaths. He was receptive to most and his eagerness tempted seniors to willingly take him under his wing. Jack was no difference.

If the fight between Uriah, Rob and Catherine hadn't been so distracting, perhaps Bennett would've been drawn to the impeccable show of accuracy performed by the Syndicate prefect. Perhaps then he would've backed out in his request to spar, or perhaps, being the ambitious naive teenager he was, Bennett would've simply been more motivated to battle her even more. An obnoxious sort like him fell more likely in the second category.

"Perfect," Bennett grinned, glad to see his request accepted. He turned his head to Jack, "Do we need to countdown or can we just go for it?" His question was quickly answered with an unsure, 'Start?' Bennett held no hesitation to dash (or well teleport) straight in, body momentarily disappearing into a burst of blue light before reappearing only centimeters in Quinn's face.

"Oops," he chuckled nervously, jumping back as his right hand swung forward. The blade in his hand glinted dangerously near her lower face and would've marred it too (Not that it was something the Academy's nurse couldn't fix) if not for her quick reflexes. With his steps quick and swings continuous but sloppy (maybe even sloppy enough to offend a proper bladesmaster like Quinn), Bennett kept on the offense, lacking the planning and thought to properly take Quinn down.

For a hands-on-learner like Ben, combat was something he learned in the moment through trial and error. Their sparring match was a prime example.

 

[Skryx]

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Robert Daze

Location: Training Field
Mood: Prepared for death
Form: Human--Merlin Bird
Interactions: Uriah Makomin
Post no.2​

"Nothing can be as high as my confidence level," Rob quipped, smirking over at his best friend and fully aware of the fact that both of them were utterly and completely screwed. What a way to start the new school year. Perhaps they could get sent to the infirmary and then they could skip the rest of the day. Hell, maybe even the rest of the week. Even so, Rob couldn't really bring himself to throw the match entirely, part of him balked at the thought of doing so especially with no real reward to be had. Also there might be some pretty new girls in this class that would probably not be impressed by him being absolutely decimated by Catherine Holt.

Rob watched as Uriah shifted into his Basilisk form, nodding in reply to his message. He took a moment longer to think about what bird he should choose as his partner started slithering towards their teacher who stood watching them, amused and relaxed. Most of their classmates had gathered around, those who had been in her class previously either eager to watch slaughter or shaking their heads sympathetically. Picking a form was tricky, his opponent had both strength and speed and not to mention a heck lot of experience and skill. Something agile for the start, he thought. Not too big. Eventually he settled on a bird he had rarely used before, the unfamiliarity causing his transformation to be slower than usual. He visualized the blue grey back feathers, the markings on the underside of the wings....

A merlin bird shot up into the air, wings flapping quickly to gain altitude as he flew towards his target. As soon as he was close enough, Rob dove down. pulling up sharply when he reached her eye level, blocking her vision from Uriah's tail swipe in hopes of catching her off guard. As predicted, his tactic didn't do much as their teacher evaded them easily. He kept at it, using his agile form to dart about her and get in her way while Uriah did his thing.

 

[Elenion Aura]

Zander Munroe​

Mood: Uneasy
Location: Classroom 2-B
Interactions:Jasmine, Bobbi, Kai, Ophelia
Mentions: N/A
Tags: Skryx , Aster , Sadistic Sweetheart

Zander couldn’t shake this sense of foreboding no matter what he told himself. Ever it lingered, looming like some hidden, sinister thing, lurking just out of sight, but never out of mind. Was it the shadow of death stalking him? Or maybe it was just that Syndicate kid staring at him.

Zander’s attention-which was anywhere but the lesson at hand—shifted from his unease to his friends. Jas and Bobbi were with him. How bad could things be? If Jens were here they’d have the full set. Nah. Better he not be. He’d probably enjoy this nerd shit, anyway. They’d never get him to shut up about Third Eyes and Chakras and Inner Selves... Zan was about to quip something clever about how he’d prefer the Starapple Orchard wolf pack over this Wolfe any day when the students began the awkward, shuffling motion that could only mean one thing: group activity.

Seeing as there were three of them, and Wolfe specifically called for partners, Zan elected himself the odd man out. Jas and Bobbi’s relationship had hit a bit of a snag awhile back, right around the time that Bobbi decided she was too cool for the rest of them and went ahead and joined The Elites. But, time apart heals, and things were on the mend. He thought that maybe they could use the one-on-one time to keep hashing things out. Besides, he was never one to mind going solo every now and then. ”You guys be partners. I’m gonna go scout the room.” And just like that he bid farewell to two of the core four, but the creeping feeling stuck with him as he left his seat.

He recognized a few of the faces of students he’d seen here and there, but none of them he knew by name, regardless of whether he’d ever been given it. A few floaters gave him the partners? look, but he didn’t give them the time of day.

There was really nothing to be so worked up about, he thought. The nightmare was almost over, for him, anyway. Him and his friends. They’d be out, soon. Sooner than he could even really comprehend. Free from this hell for good. Out of the frying pan… He brushed the morbid thought out of the forefront of his mind, but it continued to pester him the rest of the day.

Zander’s path across the class had been a bit meandering, but was altogether deliberate. A fact that became immediately apparent—as if anyone had actually been paying close enough attention to his movements to notice—when he stopped, generally, in front of the Syndicate horde all mushed together in a few adjacent seats, and more specifically, in front of one Malachai Walker. The two weren’t exactly acquaintances, but neither were they unacquainted. After all, it was Zander who caught Kai sneaking out of Jens’s room in Genesis House, in the early morning hours a few months back. That’s not something everyone can claim, and has to count for something.

Zander stood in front of the Syndicate kid’s desk, a hand resting atop the crook of his hip. He might’ve even smirked. He looked like an asshole, and that was just fine. ”And here I thought you just went to the parties.” Zander flicked his gaze to the side, to Kai’s friend: a blonde girl who looked like she was friendly enough. There eyes met, and Zander looked like was going to address her, but he didn’t. His eyes wavered, then flashed back to Kai, ”So… Partners?” He asked the question as though it was a foregone conclusion, and was already en route to grabbing an open pair of chairs a little ways away.

He looked over his shoulder and gave Kai the you coming? look, and shortly thereafter was sitting across from him, slouching in his chair, legs spread, and hands in his pockets. His eyes wandered around the room, at a few of the other groups, like they were all taking a test and his was blank. He had no idea what they were supposed to be doing here, and nobody else seemed to be handing out hints. Finally, he looked at the kid, Kai, sitting in the chair pulled up nearest his, and just came clean. Zander leaned forward some and asked, without the slightest shame in his game,

”So, uh… What are we supposed to be doing here?”

I see a bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
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Don't go 'round tonight
It's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise​

 

[Skryx]

B.O'B

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Location: Elemental Training Room
Mood: Relieved/embarrassed
INTERACTIONS: Louis

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"Yeah I guess," Bob mumbled as his new friend enthused about his anima. "I'm a long way off though." He tried for a sort of casual-sheepish smile and didn't mention his brother, preferring not to be compared with his much more accomplished sibling. Besides, saying Conrad's name aloud still made him feel...weird. "Earth's cool too isn't it? Like, you can make earthquakes and stuff." Before he could say anything else, a new voice spoke up from behind them. Their teacher, Mr. Bowle. He tried to hold back a laugh when Lou punched the dummy straight out, smoothing out his expression as soon as he regained his composure. It wouldn't be good to laugh, especially when Mr Bowle was sure to ask him to do it next.

Lou's ecstatic reaction when he managed to make a tiny rock shoot up and hit the dummy was contagious and Bob couldn't help grinning along and holding out his hand to high five him with a light cheer of his own. Mixed in that was a bit of relief because at least there was someone else here that seemed to be as terrible as him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the very obvious flames of someone with a fire anima who was much more accomplished than either of them. But before he could turn and enviously admire their power, it was his turn. Swallowing nervously, he turned to the dummy and attempted to settle into one of the simpler stances he had seen his brother take -feet slightly apart and shoulders sightly raised. He was probably doing it wrong but it was better than nothing.

Feeling foolish, he pushed his palm outward to the dummy. Nothing. He gave a few other feeble attempts before drooping his shoulders in defeat. Mr Bowle arched a critical eyebrow. "What was that." Bob gave a helpless sort of shrug. His teacher sighed. "Your anima is air, correct?"

"Yes sir." Bob prayed he didn't know his brother. But perhaps he wouldn't, Conrad had been out of the academy for quite some time. Mr Bowle merely grunted and gave him advice on some breathing controls that would supposedly help before instructing Louise. Before he left he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small square of cloth, hanging it from the arm of the dummy. "A better indicator of your powers. Keep practicing. I'll be back later to check on you two." He gave them a curt nod before moving on to the next pair. Bob breathed a small sigh of relief when he left giving Louise with a small grin.

"Any idea what affiliation you're gonna join?" He asked, while trying to make the cloth at least sway, brow furrowed in concentration.

 

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Octavius Harred

Interactions: Axel Luxforeas s e v e n
Mentions: Malachi Walker Sadistic Sweetheart & Ophelia Sinclair Aster & Persephone Vandegraft
Location: Classroom 2D
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Octavius Harred was never one to be fazed easily, especially since he had gotten used to the fact that Axel Luxforeas loved...teasing him ever so slightly. He felt like the blond and their Elemental Anima Training teacher would get along quite swimmingly if only they were around the same age, or to be more exact, their age difference didn't account to more than two decades which served the purpose of it being quite inappropriate to chat a teacher out of class. Plus, it wasn't as though Henry Wolfe was a man to indulge in conversation, no matter how idle or even the complete opposite of it. As that replied sparked the many thoughts in Octavius' head, he noted that the male was not silent in hiding in interest in a certain blonde female who had passed by and taken a seat next to Orion, he assumed? He had not really talked to him before.

"Do you know her?" He asked, curiously but with a tone like his, one would assume he was merely asking out of courtesy. However, he was sure that by now, Axel would recognise that the male has actually more emotion than he actually exhibits, especially if he were presented with a canines or a certain plastic-packaged goodie. The brunet then got up before pushing his chair to the blond's table. After that, he took a seat with a small huff like a dog that had been worn out after chasing its tail for so long and finally, it starts to relax. "How does one train their mind?" He asked rhetorically before looking back at the board, as though the solution would magically float or appear right in front of his face.

"Miss Welsh, I said to train your mind not let your mind train you by being a nitwit." A steady voice said before the owner of it merely made his way down the aisle of students that followed the first student that he had checked up on. She was certainly a disappointment, the older male thought to himself before making his way to pairs of students who were trying to make themselves seem incredibly busy as to not allow him to choose them. Harry Wolfe merely raised an eyebrow before folding his arms across his chest, obviously displeased with the outcome, or rather, shortcoming of the current batch he calls his very own students.

"A fiend tenebrae could not care less even if you are not an arcane anima holder." He said before staring out the other students who were busy chattering. With one sharp look, he shut them up before continuing, "It may seem like quite an easy target to go after, considering they are not physically inclined but let me tell you," he paused for a bit, "A fiend tenebrae will gorge your inside out by exploiting that one thing that becomes your liability. No one and I mean, no one, escapes from it unharmed." By this time now, Harry Wolfe had made his way to where Malachi Walker was seated, alongside the infamous Ophelia Sinclair and the not-so quiet as she wants to be, Persephone Vandegraft.

"Walker, Sinclair and Vandegraft, it would be quite fitting for the three of you to help with a demonstration." Without any hesitation, the elder male made his way to the front of the class before motioning for the three of them to stand next to the teacher's table. After they had done so, he motioned to Ophelia, "Sinclair is to stand in front of the two of you, Walker and Vandegraft." Harry Wolfe then continued, "After I give the word, I want Vandegraft and Malachi to each manipulate your own anima in a way that allows you to control your opponent using your brain. In this case, each other. While Sinclair has the role of taking both of them down together. Note that you are not allowed to concentrate on one person at a time, Sinclair."

Octavius thought that it would be interesting, as stoic or expressionless as he may seem. He then turned to Axel before staring straight at the male in the eye, "Let's practice."

 

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Louis Blutmond

"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you"

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Location: Training Field
Post: 04
Tags: Skryx Polaris.
☘ Interactions: Bob
☘ Mentions: Ajax, Axel

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This was definitely a good start, Louis thought to himself. Just days ago, he wouldn’t even fathom of being able to move the ground without touching it. There had been plenty of nights where the brunette would just lie on his back and stare at the ceiling, thinking about what powers he may get. Fire would be cool, though perhaps too intimidating. Water would have been good too, though the thought of drowning things terrified him. Wind would have been an excellent choice, too, but earth was for Louis. And he loved it. It was him.

When it was Bob’s turn to try out his anima, Louis beamed, his eyes filled with determination. Then again, he never thought he’d have any friends, but look at him now. Mr. Popular! Two friends! He should introduce Bob to Ben, they would’ve liked each other, Louis was sure of it. “You can do this Bob!” Louis cheered, ignoring the looks sent by his teacher and the rest of the class. When Bob pushed his hand forward, Louis grinned, his eyes yet leaving the dummy as he waited in anticipation. Any time now. There would be a hurricane. Aaaany time now.

The moment Mr. Bowle spoke up, Louis frowned and turned to him, as though saying ’the heck do you think you’re doing, bowl face? Messing up Bob’s concentration?’. When the older male placed a cloth on the dummy’s arm and told them to keep practicing, Louis chimed in with full determination. “Yeah Bob! Practice makes perfect after all, we could tear the school apart in no time,” he stated, earning a dirty look from their teacher. “Uhh…too much?” Louis said, receiving a frown and a nod from Mr. Bowle as the male walked and left them to practice for themselves. And then right there, Louis decided to be this kid’s self-proclaimed mentor.

“I think you should envision the air and try to become one with it,” Louis said, though he has no idea what he was saying. It just sounded like a reasonable thing he sees from movies. Feel the air, see the air, BE the air. Louis turned towards the dummy, trying to indulge himself in his concentration once more as he kicked out more and more rocks, each time slightly bigger than the next. It was only their first meeting after all, Louis shouldn’t expect so much. Upon asked about the affiliation, Louis stopped, turning towards Bob…while subconsciously shooting out one rock just up the male’s face.

“Oh goddess, I’m sorry!” Louis gasped, reaching out to him and brushing the other male’s forehead, cringing at the red mark it left. “Uh, not so bad, I guess-” he murmured as he rubbed the forehead, making it even redder. Louis decided to just switch back to the previous topic while he was at it. “Uhhh affiliations huh? Definitely not Syndicate. It sounded way too intimidating, and I overheard this guy earlier who spoke badly over their president towards another freshman. I won’t take my chances…I’d rather not.” Besides, it was also the affiliation his father, and most of his family, went to. Louis brushed Bob’s hair down, in effort of hiding the hideous red mark he had created.

“Pandora would’ve been great, but I think Genesis, really,” the brunette shrugged as he finally stepped back from fussing with Bob’s face. “I don’t know. It felt that Genesis’ ideology appealed to me…somehow. I don’t know.” Louis laughed as he felt the conversation tensed slightly. “What about you? Any plans?”
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Axel Luxforéas

"If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell"

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Location: Classroom 2D
Post: 02
Tags: Makomin
✢ Interactions: Octavius
✢ Mentions: Usha

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Hearing Octavius bring the topic of the girl up astonished him to some extent, though he should know by now that despite how composed and nonchalant the male appeared, the brunette seemed to notice even the slightest details of what he was doing. Even more, if Octavius Harred wasn’t and interesting company, Axel would’ve never spared the time being with him. “The blondie?” Axel asked, though he knew well that she was the one being referred to. Instead, he glanced back at Octavius.

“Honestly, Tavvy. Do we ever truly know someone?” he asked rhetorically, though when faced with the brunette’s serious (more like usual) face, Axel just laughed, patting him on the back. “A freshman I saw on the initiation earlier. No one, really; just a nobody. When were we ever somebody anyway?” he calmly added yet another rhetorical question, but shifting his attention towards Mr. Wolfe as he spoke. He watched as their teacher scolded a student before yet proceeding into his speech regarding fiend tenebrae. At times it almost surprised him how inexperienced other students were, but then again, Axel still heard about some third years that still yet to attend their first exams. It wouldn’t be that much surprising if they hadn’t got the chance to encounter any fiend tenebris yet, too.

When the three Syndicate students got called forward, the blonde gave them a brief look before quickly reverting his attention back at Octavius, staring at him as the other was clearly looking at the front of the class. Axel watched the brunette’s unwavering expression, the small details like how Tavvy’s eyebrows would twitch slightly when things piqued his interests, how those cold brown eyes contained countless of suppressed emotions, though truthfully mostly going towards chips and puppies. It was almost funny seeing many, especially freshmen, fear this huge lovable teddy bear. The moment Octavius finally turned to him, however, Axel took this opportunity to take a head start on his attack. His hand immediately reached for the brunette’s head, pressing his palm upon his forehead.

Waves are things often deemed trivially, yet when used properly, could bring devastating effects. Three key cores: length, amplitude, frequency. Best anima ever. Axel sniggered as he felt Octavius’ skin heat under his touch. He trailed his hand down to the brunette’s cheek as he leaned forward. “Feel it yet?” he asked, their faces only an inch separated before he leaned further in, brushing his lips upon Octavius’ ear as he asked again. “Can you smell it?” A smirk crawled upon his lips before he whispered, his voice decorated in amusement. “It’s the smell of your own brain being slowly microwaved.”

Axel laughed, leaning back but keeping his hand where it had been. If literally roasting one’s brain and getting them to still think straight is not training their minds, he doesn’t know what does. “I don’t even know if you still can hear me properly, but don’t worry, I won’t kill you. Come on, aren’t you a blood bender? Don’t go easy on me, love. Show me what you’ve got.” He grinned, and in that moment drastically elevating the wave’s intensity. If there was one thing he still couldn’t understand, it’s just how the fuck did Tavvy manage to stick around with him no matter how many times they partnered up for anima training.​

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Orion Walker Smol Birb || Classroom 2B || "So much of effort needed"

To say that the blonde was kind was a rather overstatement. The only thing that is 'kind' about her is her ability to not actually kill insects. Everything else is just at the border of evil or already evil.

When Wolfe called out the three students, she turned in front to have a proper look at the. It was only her first week at the Academy but the incapability of students to shut up made her obtain a rather insightful scoop on students she should look out for, or to be more exact, notice compared to the usual boring ones. There was a male; many girls seemed smitten with him and especially the ones that were sitting behind him at his seat. They seemed disappointed that they had to have him leave them.

Probably the pretty boy who's anima has to do with his personality.

Then there was a redhead female who seemed incredibly reluctant to go forward. She was probably the quiet one from Syndicate.

And then there was that blonde one. Her eyes said it all.

Maybe it was just because she felt relatable to her.

Just then, her partner (his name was Orion?). Great, her first partner of the semester was someone who was mute. She didn't have anything against those who was born rather different from the usual but it was rather annoying to have to actually read everything that he wrote. "How sad," she replied to Ori's written message before placing a hand on his table and leaning her head against it, as though she was incredibly bored out of her mind. "I hope you don't think I'll pity you or treat you like a baby. I don't do that crap." She continued before wondering what their teacher had in mind.

"Anyways. I hate wasting time. Let's start." Usha Kershaw said before looking back at the male. "Since we have to 'train our mind', I suggest we practice brain stimulation exercises first."

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Bobbi Brown
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Location: Class 2B
Sleep scale: 3
Interactions: Jasmine Aster , Zander Elenion Aura

Surprisingly, Bobbi wakes up before her alarm, eyes opening to her room bathed with the soft early morning light shining through the window. She stays curled up in bed of course, unwilling to get up from her nest of blankets until it's absolutely necessary. Instead, she stares idly at the wall feeling strangely well rested as the last memory of her latest dream slips from her mind. Eventually her alarm goes off and she sits up slowly with a yawn, silencing her phone and then stretching her arms high above her head. 'Last first day,' she thinks to herself and the thought makes her happier than she thought it would. She rolls out of bed and pads barefoot over to the bathroom, ready to start the day.

So she's running a little late. That's not too bad, right? It's not wrong for her to want to enjoy her breakfast and few things can make her rush her morning cup of tea. Still, with a few unconventional shortcuts aided by her being unusually awake she reaches the door to her class with five minutes to spare. A slight brush of hair against her neck makes her aware of her messy bun slipping more than she likes. Probably due to the impromptu parkour she did. She fixes her hair, checking her reflection in the glass. There. Perfect. Then she slips into the classroom quietly, unnoticed, and is about to just take the nearest empty seat when she spots familiar auburn hair. Jasmine. The sight of the Genesis president starts up something in her chest and sets the butterflies loose in her stomach which she thinks is absolutely ridiculous because she's known Jas for how long now?

Her legs move on automatic and Bobbi doesn't realise she's walking towards her until she's just a few feet away. She's feeling the most curious mix of dread and nervousness and anticipation, but she drops into the seat next to Jasmine easily, not giving away her inner turmoil and reminding herself that she did promise herself this. Dropping her bag onto the floor next to her chair, she settles into her place before looking over at the girl next to her as casually as possible.

"Hey," she tries for a small smile, trying not to let any nervous apprehension show, trying to act like she always sits next to Jasmine and it's no big deal. It's not as if she's completely avoided her best friend, but they definitely haven't made a habit of sitting beside each other during class. Or rather Bobbi hasn't and she's been thinking that maybe that should change. She just hopes Jasmine feels the same. Mr Wolfe comes in before long and starts with a few announcements that she half listens to, elbow propped up on her desk, head resting on her palm. The trip catches her interest and the thought of the sand, sea, sun and perhaps a hammock of a few days by the beach makes her long to go already. When was the last time they went to the beach? She scans the permission form idly as their teacher gives out instructions and stands with the rest of her classmates shifting around to their assigned venues.

Jasmine pulls Zander in the right direction with them and Bobbi isn't blind to his less than enthusiastic expression, stifling a laugh. She knows he would rather be in Physik any day and truthfully she acknowledges that Arcane just isn't the right kind of class for him. "It won't be that bad Zan," she teases him over her shoulder as they walk down to class 2B. "You just have to channel your chakra." she tells him straight faced, knowing how much that kind of talk irritates him.

They take their seats, Bobbi once again settling in beside Jas and refrains from speaking to her, not wanting to disturb her while Mr Wolfe is talking. She doesn't quite know what to say anyway so she chooses to focus on their teacher, but admittedly her attention wanders to other things though her eyes remain staring straight ahead -the picture of concentration that's interrupted every so often by the minute and discreet side glances she throws at the girl sitting beside her. It's not as if she hasn't heard him teach this before so she doesn't feel too guilty about not giving him her full attention, but she does catch a few sentences and her lip does curl up ever so slightly when he makes a particularly sarcastic remark. She's been in his class long enough to find it amusing rather than be offended. The call for them to partner up pulls her back in the now. In fact, she's just about to leave Zander with Jasmine -no need for him to suffer more than necessary in this class- when the tall boy voluntarily separates himself and leaves the two of them alone before she can so much as blink.

Oh.

"Guess it's you and me," she looks over to Jasmine cautiously, shifting in her seat just a little. Relax, she tells herself. Out of the corner of her eye she catches sight of Zander sitting next to another boy and feels a bit better that he found someone -only to have Mr Wolfe call his new partner up for a demonstration. Whoops. But with how lose their teacher is, Bobbi realises they should probably start training. Or at least pretending to train. A mischievous smile works it's way onto her face. "You look tired Jas. Get enough sleep last night?" she asks her playfully, letting her anima loose. The radius isn't that big, just a couple of desks in either direction, but enough for it's intended target. She keeps the effects subtle, but the Genesis president is more than familiar enough with it to recognise the faint aura of artificial sleep.

 

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B.O'B

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Location: Elemental Training Room
Mood: Surprised
INTERACTIONS: Louis

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Bob nodded as Lou tried to give him some advice -though it did sound pretty half-assed- and tried to focus. It wasn't working though, but he really was trying this time. In fact he was trying so hard he barely even noticed what his new friend was doing, which was a whole new level of concentration for him. Though perhaps he should be more aware of his surroundings because when the other boy accidentally mis-aimed he was caught completely off guard by the rock smacking into his forehead.

"Ow," he groaned, hand going up immediately to sooth it. "Ow, stop it!" He muttered as Louis rubbed the spot and tried to push him away, but not before he had attempted to press his hair down all over his forehead. Bob was sure Louis meant well, but honestly this wasn't helping much and he gave him a look that wasn't quite a glare when he finally backed away. Sighing, he dropped down onto the floor, laying on his back and giving up for the moment.

"I'm not sure which I wanna choose yet. If you really heard that about Syndicate I guess I'll cross it off the list then." Maybe his anima was something that you had to be calm to use? Like, just relax, take a few deep breaths, feel the air, close your eyes and just let it happen naturally. He sighed again at his wishful thinking, but decided to just go with that approach because it felt less embarrassing than fumbling and making random hand gestures. Besides, if he could bullshit this then he could get away with a few naps in this class. "Maybe I'll just pick Genesis then. I mean, it doesn't sound like a bad affiliation," He said to Lou, eyes still closed. Conrad had been in Genesis and Bob still wasn't sure if he wanted to join it or avoid it like the plague. "I guess we still have time to think about it."

Focus, he thought to himself, opening his eyes to stare at the piece of cloth hanging mockingly still. His brow furrowed as he attempted to summon some gust of air and make it move. Feel the air. Be one with the...uh....wind. Bob sighed again, flopping onto his back. He couldn't even take himself seriously. Swinging up his arm to cover his face dramatically, a flutter of white caught his eye and he immediately bolted upright, just in time to see the cloth slowly still.

"Did you see that?!" The incredulous words slipped past his lips he turned to Lou for confirmation that maybe he wasn't as bad at this as he thought.

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