Fantasy Lakoria High school

[Azerothii]

"I'm late....Again.." Elvisia mutters to herself as she stood in front of the campus itself.

A petite girl around 5'4 ft tall with white porcelain skin and doll-like features like she could break if she was held with enough force..except, she can literally break with enough force. Gem spirits often hold the same characteristics as the raw gems themselves, Elvisia was only half thankful that she was born a Diamond, the strongest gem there is. Like all gem spirits, the most striking detail about her appearance is her eyes and hair. They both literally look like jewels that glimmer in a purplish blue hue, and with the sun hitting them, its colors could reflect the ground beneath them. Her semi-transparent hair reaches down to her lower back, it makes one think of how she could lie down or lean back with her hair in the way.

Elvisia knew that she wasn't the only one who missed the entire orientation, despite that she still came late anyways. The same thing happened when she was just in her freshman year. Speaking of freshman students, She wondered what the new students would be like this year. Shaking her head, she made her way towards the building and straight to the courtyard while carrying her own messenger bag. She looks around to see anyone familiar or someone from her house...or if the courtyard was just plain empty..

-Is free to interact- @ Anyone

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[OceanBunny]

Gresham Twins

It was a hectic morning at the Gresham Estate as the two young Ladies rushed to get ready. "Lani, we're gonna be late!" Nanami called, as she headed for the stairs and the smell of brewing coffee. "I know Nami, I'm coming!" Her sister called from the room, throwing a few last things into her bag before zipping it and running after Nanami. ​

"Mi'Ladies, good morning." Cook said, placing plates of pancakes on the table as the girls entered the kitchen. "Morning cook, is that coffee I smell?" "Morning Cook, ow much time do we have?" The girls asked simultaneously. "Slow down," she laughed lightly. "You have plenty of time, and yes its coffee." She stated, placing two mugs in front of them. "Thanks Cook." "You're the best." The pair quieted as they ate their breakfast.

A knock at the door had the twins turning in their seats to see Henley, their butler, smiling kindly at them. "The car is all packed when you're ready to go Mi'Ladies." His words granting him eager smiles from the girls. "You girls be safe, we'll look after the house for you." Cook said, ushering them out of the kitchen and towards the car. "We will Cook, see you soon!" Nanami called, sliding into the car beside her sister. The two waved at their gathering staff as the car started to pull around and down the drive.


"Look Nami, we're here!" Lelani exclaimed as the car pulled up to Lakoria's gates. Nanami shook her head lightly at her sisters child like excitement. "Do you girls need help with your bags?" The driver inquired as he opened the door for them. "No, we'll be alright. Thank you, Gerald." Nanami said politely, stepping out of the car. She retrieved their bags and held Lelani's out for her. "Let's find our dorms." Lelani nodded as she took her bag, walking beside her sister as they entered the school and headed towards the House buildings.
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[TheImmortalDeity]

Nekomancer​

With cautious steps, Nekomancer made his way up the stairs, heading for the floor that his dorm room was supposedly on. The maniac pulled at his bloodied sleeves, glancing around similarly to anyone who had attempted murder and was covered in blood. As he went through the dorms, making sure to get a look at every number and catalog them in his head for later, Nekomancer eventually stumbled on his room. Fiddling with the key and unlocking the door, he went inside, shutting the door behind him rather harshly and leaning up against it. Holding a hand to his head, he let a sigh of relief escape his lips before peeking at the room itself. To his surprise, it was exactly the way he envisioned it.

There were two halves of the room, each with their own corresponding bathrooms. On the left side was a room littered with boxes that were still holding an abundance of content within them, the place devoid of any personality (since personality only comes from nekos, obviously) and was, in the eyes of the Nekomancer, a waste of space that his partner had to fill, to his dismay. On the right side, however, was a dream come true for the aspiring sorcerer. The walls were littered with satanic symbols in chalk and pictures of a variety of different catgirls, which he was lucky that nobody bothered to question, and was painted a dark black shade. On the floor was a large circle that had exotic markings within it, and the rest of the room had the typical furniture: a bed, a night table, limbs hanging from the walls, and a picture of Tac with his family. It was a true utopia, the lunatic praising the school for their accurate portrayal of what he wished his dorm room to look like.

Slipping off his garments with loud clinking and clanging coming from them, he made his way to the shower, happy to be able to finally get off the wretched stains that didn't originate from a neko. As he meandered into the bathroom, he skimmed himself over quickly in a mirror, analyzing his own small and frail looking physique. He conveyed the image of someone that hadn't eaten for days, and despite his somewhat toned muscle from carrying all of his supplies constantly, he wasn't very much in the "hunk" department. No, he wasn't much of anything. The lack of cat ears and a tail was enough to tell him that.

Turning the water on and walking in, a sense of relief washed over him literally as the hot water dripped over his skin, washing away the sweat and blood that clung to it. He closed his eyes, the droplets covering his face as he thought to himself about what had transpired over the last few hours during his first day of school. Betrayal, lust, anger, and even content. So much had happened, and yet there was no single point in which he was able to truly focus on. Everything went by so fast, it was a wonder how he was able to feel anything in the first place. Putting some soap in his hand, he continued to wash his body; his mind, as of usual, was deteriorating at a slow and steady rate.

Why can't I have them now, he contemplated to himself, watching as the water turned from clear to pink as he cleaned himself. What deity is stopping me from my goal, restraining me from pursuing my purpose? How long must I wait before I can proceed with my experiment? Scrubbing faster, he angrily scratched his scalp, trying to figure out what he had done wrong. Nothing, he did nothing wrong. Everything he had done so far was for a bigger purpose, one much greater than himself, so why did his higher power not believe so? Do they doubt his conviction? His legitimacy? Wincing, he pulled back his fingers from his head, seeing that his nails were covered in red and locks of his own hair were stuck in his nails. Ah, he had scratched too hard, and now he was bleeding.

Slamming his fist against the wall, he mourned, holding back tears of disappointment and fear. What if my work never comes to fruition? Will my purpose be for naught? Another fist rammed its way into the wall, subtly shaking the shower stall. That was enough of that. It was about time he got out before his own ideology started to work against him. Clambering out and wrapping a towel around himself, he made his way to the main part of the dorm room once more. Quickly scanning the area, he picked up his book and settled himself down on a chair, crossing his legs and opening the pages. If it meant reading his favorite literature to calm himself down, then so be it. He had some time on his hands, after all. The end of the day just can't come soon enough.

 

[Silvis]

Raziel


Having his hand thrust toward the fish-man again was mildly distasteful to Raziel. He had already attempted the handshake once but this being rudely refused it seemingly on the basis of being called Carpy but that was how Wayne had introduced him, even so he did shake the hand. "My apologies Nevore Kulani Mimata I never meant to offend you." He turned slightly toward Wayne which in his time round have been a polite snub toward Nevore. He had no intention of burning bridges or starting grudges but he felt wronged and acted in accordance.

"I'm sure if you put in the effort you could become a renowned artist Wayne after all you must see the world in a unique way." He glanced toward the cat like person that was fawning over Mistral and sighed internally. He was positive the unicorn was a good person bit it was undoubtedly egotistical and the more blatant praise it got the closer to narcissism that ego would get. It was then he heard the demoness call out a hello and waved toward her with a friendly smile. She seemed nice and cute enough that he'd almost believe she was one of those cosplayers instead of a demon.

Interactions: Wayne ( Lotusy ), Nevore/Carpy ( okmelonn ), Lilith ( Shagranoz )

Mentioned: Nikiri ( Violetti ), Mistral ( SpiritOwl )

 

[SpiritOwl]

☁ Mistral ❅ Aquilo ☁
✧・ﾟ:*Magical Unicorn*:・ﾟ✧
Current Location: Logica House
Mistral heard Wayne's words and wasn't disappointed, a sprite randomly and wholly redirecting their life wasn't news to him and thus he was rather indifferent to the concept of it despite having been impressed at his drive earlier in the day. When things seemed to good to be true, it was typically the case. Unless you were a unicorn, of course, then you are all that and more. Mistral was indeed radiant, brilliant, and beautiful. He listened to Wayne's spiel but found him more volatile then the flow of business; not, that Mistral had any mind for business semantics. He did have an eye for diamonds though and agreed they were a suiting compliment. Despite Wayne's pride on the final statement on the matter, Mistral simply had to disagree, "Beauty is greater when it comes freely," he advised in the manner one would suspect from someone who didn't believe in currency - low-key, hippie horse vibes shined through his bedazzled mane. Mistral could see how one of Wayne's caliber could fail to realize the aesthetics of true beauty, mistaking it for cleanliness rather then emotion, appeal, and countless other fanatical elements. Offering glasses of water to workers on blistering summer days, preforming not for the gain but for the love and passion of entertaining, singing in a tone-deafening matter out of zeal and good humors: these, and unicorns, were the stuff of true beauty. Wayne admitted to himself as no artist of standing, and if one failed to recognize their artistry, they could certainly never master it. He wished for the sprite's sake that he would one day find an ambition which was fulfilling, but expressed this in no great manner, in fact, in no manner at all.

He turned in a dignified fashion to listen to Nikiri, should she had anything to say, before Nevore exploded in frustration. Mistral didn't really listen to what the guy was attempting to explain, as he was distracted by all the swirling bubbles that spewed out of his agro-face. Bubbly! Mistral was attentive enough when Wayne tried for the second time to introduce the ball of fury. Mr Pinata seemed quite the high-strung sort.
okmelonn Silvis Lotusy Violetti​

 

[Silvis]

Kareek - little


The fairy prey didn't seem to understand what a basilisk was but that would change. He wasn't entirely entirely sure what being grumpy meant but he was hungry. "Well I am hungry. That blasted wizard wouldn't let me eat anything but bugs." Then Kareek had a thought that perhaps the mention of being hungry following the mention of somebody in the library was an offer. "I could eat whoever bothered you in the library." Kareek was hoping that this fairy really was offering food. If it was so ready to become his servant he would allow it. As for eating his servant's tormentors that was obvious.

 

[Loony_Bin]

Tags: SpiritOwl
Location: Journey Hallway
Mood: Heart melted...

Mac looked Éanna in what was originally impatience with the bird's insistence on calling him by the latter half of his name instead of the former, then a slight bit of disgust when the bird got close to him despite the sick on his feet, and by the time the small bird boy was talking of the the way he would greet Mac, Mac felt a bit of a tug on his heart strings. He didn't comment much on it or let it show, but truth be told Éanna was kind of...cute, from the way the fluffed up their feathers, the way they failed to properly emphasize the 'k' in mask, and lastly to how he chirped out his hello, it was all enough to make Mac smile from under his mask.

With a sigh and a small laugh Mac let out his first real genuine words of the day, "Thank you for being understanding Éanna...now then, even though you don't seem to mind all that much Tweetheart, most people do have a problem with puke being tracked on the floor, and we wouldn't want you to make a bad first impression on your roommate now would we?" At this point, Mac wasn't trying all that hard to be charming at all, instead he simply just kind of felt bad for not doing anything to help Éanna not get in the situation in the first place, even if the boy didn't care all that much.

At that point Mac put his hand under his chin as he looked around, deciding to get a bit less real at this point, "Now then, how am I supposed to get a rag to clean this up with- Oh!" Mac ducked as a bottle hit the wall next to Éanna as the same student before began pointing and laughing not even a foot away at what he thought was funny. Unfortunately for him, he had a bit of a bad break when he accidentally leaned to far back in his laughter and leaned to far back, falling on the back of his head and going unconscious. With a shrug, Mac walked up to the student and smacked his cheek twice with a snort, "Nice balance there buddy, maybe you should give up on your dreams of gymnastics."

With the taunting done, Mac began to whistle as he began to take off the drunk's T-shirt before approaching Éanna and wiping up the sick around him, all the while not really doing much conversing. What he did do though, was think, 'Dammit...I don't think I'll be able to do any jobs on this kid. I mean, he just seems to much like a damn kid! And knowing humans, one of them will squeal and then my jobs will be harder to do because I'll be that guy who preys on the children or something...' With one final sigh and a shake of his head, Mac finished wiping, "...and Tada~! Now everything is all better...well, besides the smell but whatever, the common room smells worse than this nine times out of ten." Despite what he was saying, Mac hadn't gotten all the puke up, unknowingly leaving bits on Éanna's talons that would likely cause the bird to trip, "Now then, thank you for agreeing to leave my mask alone Tweetheart, but it's probably best you run alone before I start getting a reputation of going soft." Mac winked, "And don't worry, if my mask ever comes off you'll be the first one I go to alright?"

 

[Lazy Taco]

Greed Mcknob​

Greed, Our 3ft tall Leprechaun, could be found walking aimlessly around the school campus after being assigned his house. Now normally, he would had decided to head over to the Journey house and meet all the new people joining it, but not today, today he was walking around the school campus while at the same time saying out loud a song that he had always been told during his time on Ireland. "I don't know what I been told, Leprechaun are not cold, we like to drink and get drunk, but if you mess with us, you get punch, we are not afraid of anything, because our luck will save our day." He kept repeating this phrase over and over again, mostly because he liked how it sounded sometimes. Well, more like how leprechaun like to change phrase from said song. Of course along the way, he had found a stick and had started to March while using the stick as if it was a rifle. "We like our lucky charms, eat cereal, do or die, without cereal we would die, lucky charms make us full, but drinking beer makes us drunk." Of course after walking for some long he had somehow stumble on the school courtyard.

 

[AI10100]

Erika Dubloit
Interacting with: Lily ( Shagranoz ), Kyra ( The Fluffiest Floof )
Mentioned: Wayne ( Lotusy ), Mistral ( SpiritOwl ), Nevore ( okmelonn ), Raziel ( Silvis ),​

Lilith was very understanding of her predicament, it would seem. Though, it might have not been a good idea to stroke her ego by telling her that she had great control before she had perished. She wasn't about to get cocky now, but it did bring a smile on her face that her skills were being praised. Even if that was a skill she wouldn't be able to resplicate without... dire consequences. "Thank you, training in the summoning arts have been tiring, but I see now that it has been worth it." Tiring was an understatement. Erika had spent too much time inside a library with mounds of books surrounding her to learn how to consciously choose which one she'll summon. Having an incident of summoning a more powerful demon accidentally was not ideal - and might not even end well for her. Patience and care was what summoning needed after all.

The prospect of getting her magic back certainly seemed to make her perk up. It was obvious when she quirked her eyebrows and opened her mouth - almost spilling out the agreement. But she stopped herself just before the words came out. There were things to remember when dealing with demons - everything came with a price. Some prices were too high, even for her. As much as she'd like her magic back, she wondered what kind of price she has to pay. "I'll... think about it Lily. As you said, your reputation isn't exactly the best. No offense to you." She tried to let it off without hurting her, but she doubted the girl would be too bothered by that. Or well, she hoped. "Though I would love to work with you at some point." Helping a demon master her powers sounds like something that might prove to be useful in her studies.

Lily had turned to address the others and introduce herself. Erika... did not. Unless it would be absolutely needed, she would reserve introductions for when she actually faces them in conversastion. It would be useless if her name fell onto deaf ears. Though she did see that one of them actually paid attention to Lily's introduction and waved at her. What a friendly person. Perhaps she should start with him when she began trying to know more about her fellow housemates.

 

[okmelonn]

Mikaela

Interacting With

the all powerful hecc witch

Current Location

haven house commons

Notes

acting like a puppy, again

Stuff

broom-chan

Tags

Emmi

Mikaela hadn't spoken to the girl for very long, but could already sense that there was something bothering her. Though, her bitter attitude could simply be a part of her character? No. His instinct was that something was wrong. And his 86% instinct-success-rate was telling him that as well. "Hm? Are you really a fairy? I don't see your wi- Oh! That was sarcasm!" Mika gave a small snicker, "Ah, I'm a bit slow when it comes to jokes and such.. Sorry." He shrugged, flipping himself upright, now sitting on his broom and lowering himself down to the girl's face level once more. "Ah, yes! I am! I'm a witch!" His broad grin widened, if that was even possible. However, he couldn't help it. The word 'witch' rolled so naturally off his tongue and fit in his brain like the last piece in a 5,000 piece puzzle! "I'm Mikaela! Mikaela Abigail Thomson. Who're you? And also, what're you? Are you a witch like I suspected?!" There he went again, blurting out like an annoying five-year-old. Well, then again, he kinda was. "Oh, sorry. That's kinda.. Rude of me to ask. But, is there something wrong? You seem upset, or something. Is everything okay?" Odd, how he was talking to this complete stranger with the most genuine of concern.​

Nevore

Interacting With

unicorn boi, big metal boi, moistest boi

Current Location

logica commons

Notes

slightly less of a fish bitch

Stuff

N/A

Tags

Lotusy Silvis SpiritOwl

Nevore, still particularly disgruntled from his own outburst, frowned as the realization came to the other that his name was indeed not 'Carpy'. Though, he couldn't be too sure that the annoying nickname wouldn't catch on and stick with him for the rest of his time spent at the school. He was desperate to be rid of it. As a few moments had passed, the merman's anger turned to exhaustion, erasing all the will to refuse shaking the hand of the.. What was he supposed to be, anyways? A knight? This was the only conclusion Nevore could come to. Nevertheless, despite the other's almost visual attitude towards the fish-boy himself as well as the tense atmosphere, he found himself awkwardly shaking Raziel's hand. He then glanced over to Wayne, frown only slightly masked from the water in his fishbowl, "Mimata, Water boy. Mi-Ma-Ta." He repeated, deciding to attempt to be slightly more patient with the other. The minute the painful handshaking was over, Nevore retracted his hand immediately. "No need to apologize, Razzy. It's fine, I guess." There it was again, replacing the angry frown that had come over him. That mischievous, devilish grin. He ended the short sentence with a shrug. "And what about you, Mr.. Unicorn? Yeah. Who're you?" The merman questioned, looking straight at the creature. "Hey, you know, you'd be a great model!" He suddenly chimed, already designing an entire fashion line around the other's appearance alone. ​

 

[SpiritOwl]

☁ Mistral ❅ Aquilo ☁
✧・ﾟ:*Magical Unicorn*:・ﾟ✧
Current Location: Logica House
Mistral did not seam to be herring Nevor all to well, the unicorn just wasn't very attentive towards him for no reason at all. Perhaps if he waved upon first introduction instead of standing koily behind Wayne Mistral would've piked up what he had to say, maybe with time they cod learn to get along. Mistral found the way Nevore looked directly at him quite fitting, Mistral was well aware of his fresh allure. "You might refer to me as Mistral," he spoke mildly, since Nevore was the second person to ask of Mistral's name in a way Mistral reelized he was supposed to give it he decided that the fish monster could not possibly be all that bad. Eelspecially since Mistral found the way bubbles appeared in the water as he spoke amusing.

Nevore appeired to be in a much better mood after settling his roe with Wayne. Mistral's ears piqued from where they perched on his head upon hearing Nevore's line about his potential as a model; Mistral was sure one would have to be cray to not believe he had all the right angles but didn't want to appear too hooked on the idea and responded with a gentle, "Perhaps," Mistral did not want to let the opportunaty pass him by however and finished by inquiring, "how is it you can spot models Nevore?" Truly a shame that Mistral caught Mr Pinata's name the second time 'round.
okmelonn and dah nearby crew

☀ Éanna ☀
☙ Puppeteering Parrot ❧
Current Location: Journey House
Éanna nodded vigorously in the dipp-y fashion of a birb, "You're wel'ome!" He twittered in recognition of the word thank you, "Éanna tries his best to understand," Éanna cooed in misunderstanding, though, true either way. Éanna tried his best both to comprehend language and the feelings various scenarios might lead others to feel. He'd learned a lot about em-pah-thy last year through a pamphlet given to him by Mr Plum; though, obviously not enough to quit tugging on the masks of unfortunate individuals. Or enough to quit pilfering from those 'take one' bookmarks and pencil stashes which had led to him receiving the pamphlet in the first place. Why have one poorly cropped book mark of a cat inspirationally hanging onto a tree branch when you could have twelve? His tumultuous grasp on empathy was in part one of the reasons he was hesitant to agree with Mac's reasoning to get cleaned up; he'd scared his last roommate off almost immediately and gotten a spacious oasis of privacy all to himself - rooming with an outsider was not something he looked forward to and he actively planned and sabotaging them one way or another. How dare they steal his privacy and piece of mind against the dictations of authority?! Any room mate was totally a horror story! Éanna with his inability to pick up after himself, tendency to try actively cultivating insects and arachnids, dozens of of be-eyed puppets capable of watching as one slept, fondness of rummaging through others things when they weren't around, desire to burn incense made of dark magic ingredients at all hours, constant self-talk, erratic sleeping scheduled, manic moods, the quirk of flailing around a knife when upset, and forgetfulness of personal space really didn't think a room mate ever did anyone any good. They could try and steal his secrets!

Éanna turned his head sharply in the direction of the bottle; but, failed to protect himself from it entirely! Several shards flew in his direction, clipping feathers from both his left arm and right cheek, one bonked against his mask before hitting the ground; he was pretty darn miffed! That was his third best mask after all! He chirped satanically in the direction of the perpetrator, he stood rigid, tail appoint, as he chittered the evilest incantations his could recall, why if he had half a brain for magic that drunkard would have hives for at least 30 minutes! If, he had a mind for magic, frowny face. If Éanna didn't feel obliged to stay put out of newly-brought-to-light con-sid-er-a-tion for those woozy from sick-trials he would've totally torn that guys arm's off and used his bones as decorations! At least, that's the thought he comforted himself with.

Éanna ceased tweeted at the unconscious boy once Mac stooped down to clean up the mess, he hunched his shoulder's and craned his head to watch him work, what an odd motion; when Éanna accidentally spilled something he typically left it as was or placed a well-camouflaged plant right on top, none of this swabbing business. When Mac rose with a proffered 'Tada' Éanna clapped his hands together in honest amazement, a mess was there - and now, it was on a shirt, such wonder was like magic. "Tíre is powerful in the art of washing!" He complimented in his impressed state. Never before had he witnessed such a thing! Cleaning yourself was such an obvious nature, but your surroundings?! Truly an effort put forth. A frost of concern shot through Éanna's mask-oriented heart upon hearing what came next, he, he hadn't promised to leave alone the mask right? Oh no no no, was it truly part of Mac's face?! If he sneakily swept his hand across it when Mac was distracted, would he be able to tell?! The next part was also most concerning - Mac was, going soft? And didn't want others knowing? Whatever could that mean? Any variety of worries Éanna might've had were dashed upon the rocks: the mask to add to his very own collection?! He let out a series of flittering trills and whistles, my my my! The mask to have as his own?! Nothing could be better! He might've promised not to tug at Mac's face, but he never said anything about anything else and proceeded to rush him into a feathery hug. Perhaps it was the exact type of action Mac was trying to prevent from happening by shooing the bird boy away. "Éanna is the most appreciative!!! Will respe't the mask of Tíre most out of the whole world!" He was quite caught up in the whistles and the tweeting; there was nothing he longed for more then the expanding of his collections, so many artists, so many styles, many many masks - and one of the finest was Mac's.

Éanna used all of his reserve to not reach for the mask and let out a happy squeak, he shook at even the idea of getting a chance to own such a fine mask! Allowing his arms to slack he hopped backwards in a gleeful state, Éanna was preparing ready to sing more odes of his gratitude when his foot slipped from beneath him and he let out a sharp and distinctive scream. It wasn't out of terror from the stories of nightmares told to his people about falling, or the inextricable fact that if you fell in the jungle you either died or got gud, but rather the fact that the ground had bumped against his funny bone and he had not found it very humorous. Ow owowowow, he flailed his pained arm around in a manner that no way served to keep it from stinging; despite still being in a very joyous mood, a string of woeful chatter from being hurt erupted from his concealed beak. Through all his spazzyness Éanna was a balanced, in the physical sense of the word, being and was surprise to find that he had slipped - though caught up in such excitement, it was not the most unbelievable thing to happen out of natural occurrence.
Loony_Bin​

 

[Emmi]

Nero
"Don't give up on your dreams! Keep sleepin!"

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Spoiler: Background Music

"WELL, WELL, WELL. What do I have here? Hehehe, looks like you and I are in the same house." The gray eyed boy turned to notice another boy greeting him and chuckling. "I guess..." he said, slowly, eyeing the boy. His eyes widened for a minute looking at him before smirking. "Oh wow! you're WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY cuter that I thought. Heheehee."

The tan siren cringed as he process what he said. "Uh... thanks? I guess..?" He wasn't sure if that was a compliment or a flirty statement. The unknown boy then moved back holding a hand out for him to shake with a friendly grin. "How rude of me, hunie. the name is Casper, Casper Evergreen."

The siren stared at the hand for a long moment. "What's a... er... a name?" He asked, shyly. His cheeks toned the color of strawberries. He took a step forward, still staring at the hand, his lips pursed. His eyes widened. Is this a... handshake? He frowned, remembering something.

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His royal blue tail was still in the water, and his arms were leaning of a dry bit of sand on a beach. Water dripped from his head on his arms, as his lively gray eyes stared at the feminine hand in front of him. "What are you.. doing?" He asked the girl in a bikini, leaning in. Her human legs on the sand. "Hm? I'm asking for a handshake!" She hung her head to her side. Her sea green eyes stared back at him. "Is it possible.. that you don't know what a handshake is!?"

The tan siren shook his head, shamefully. The girl smiled. "A handshake is a way us humans greet each other. You're supposed to shake someone's hand with your own--" the girl's sunhat fell as she grabbed on to the gray eyed siren, and shook it. "See? Now, you try."
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The siren smiled to himself at that memory, and shook the boy's hand, secretly proud of himself.

Mentioned: N/A || Interacting With: N Nonexisting

 

[Lotusy]

Wayne

Wayne smiled as Nevore and Raziel took the forced handshake, despite the visual discomfort radiating from the two of them. "Aw, isn't this sweet, guys? The newly-forged bond between man and fish... it's truly inspiring." Wayne wiped a tear from his eye, though it simply re-formed and shot back into his body. "Mr. Mi-ma-ta, I'm sure you wouldn't have made a great friend like Raziel sitting pretty on the wall - you can thank me later." Even with the whole butchered-name nonsense, Wayne patted himself on the back for a job well done. Sure, he probably gave Nevore more stress than happiness, but considering was initially planning on scamming the fish boy, this counted as a win his book. Oh, that's right. A watery tendril snaked out from one of Wayne's arms, but he hesitated once he saw something akin to a smile on Nevore's face. Perhaps it was because Nevore had been such a huge stick-in-the-mud that it didn't seem possible for him to smile - but nonetheless, Wayne felt some surprise, followed by a warm and fuzzy feeling once he saw the fish boy slip into his element. I suppose the money can wait, he decided, finally leaving the fish boy be for a while.

Wayne then turned back to accept Raziel's compliment. "Thank you, Raziel! I suppose if people like you believe in me, I couldn't fail, could I?" He bowed in gratitude to the knightly man, then tapped the hand which he had forced into Nevore's, drawing out any uncomfortable moisture left on the hand or armor. "And I suppose I shouldn't inconvenience noble souls like you, either!" Wayne gave Raziel a cheeky salute as another group of students seemed to catch the knight's eye. "Well, good luck, my friend," he noted, giving Raziel a combination of a friendly pat and a playful shove in the direction of the demon girl he was waving at.

Through his long spiel, Wayne had drawn one more comment - from Mistral, this time. The unicorn of few words and infinite ego seemed to take disagreement with his business practices, and given his circumstances, Wayne could partially understand where he was coming from - though dispensing free beauty certainly didn't pay the bills. "Alas, if only it were that simple, Mistral," he started, finally picking up on the unicorn's name as he talked to Nevore. "But even I, in my limited knowledge of beauty, would say everything has its price. Your radiance, for example, may come freely, but I wouldn't be wrong if I said it took countless painstaking hours to perfectly comb your mane, or set your jewelry to its impeccable state, would I? Isn't that to be appreciated?" Wayne kicked back against the wall, choosing a slightly more comfortable pose as he talked. He continued to lay down the flattery, which came surprisingly easy to him, due to both Mistral's ego and the slight, yet real admiration for the unicorn he had developed. "I wouldn't someone of your caliber undervaluing your beauty! I know you don't believe in money, but at the risk of sounding insincere - your radiance is the priceless kind, anyways." The line between Wayne's facade and true feelings blurred just for a second, evident in a slight waver in his eyes, but just as quickly as he had exposed himself, he snapped back, hiding behind the callous, Mac-like facade he had been building. "Ah, but this is art, and even if we don't understand it, we can admire the hell out of it - isn't that right, miss?" He asked, directing the question to the Neko girl who had been fawning over Mistral earlier. "Isn't he just something else?"

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Dr. Schmetterling

Dr. Schmetterling had just barely managed to escape the announcement office alive. The bumbling oaf that was Coach Coro had somehow managed to get trapped on top of and beneath himself the professor - not that this disgruntled science teacher really cared about anything except getting out. "I swear," he grumbled, setting a firm grasp on one of his wings which had bent in on itself in the scuffle. "Someone needs to find a replacement for that brute." With a sickening crunch, Dr. Schmetterling snapped his wing back to its proper position, not showing any pain if he felt it. Then, with a running start, he flapped his wings, giving him an burst of lift to launch him from the ground. With eyes dead set on the Journey dorm, Schmetterling streaked across the sky, leaving a brown, almost comet-like trail for potentially lost students on the ground below.

Once the Journey dorm came within landing distance, Schmetterling began his descent - though, thanks to copious amounts of previously consumed alcohol, his landing was a bit less than stellar. Dr. Schmetterling smashed into the chimney, bulldozing past a couple of bricks and taking a slow and painful slide down to the inside of the Journey building. Crawling out from the fireplace covered in soot, Schmetterling wheezed, coming to a stop next to the drunk senior who Mac had knocked out earlier. Catching sight of the broken bottle in the senior's hand, the head of house Journey was reminded of a way to numb his pain. "Hey, cheers to that," Schmetterling groaned, pulling out his personal flask and taking a long drink before noticing that the senior was unconscious. "Pfft. Lightweight."

Suddenly remembering that he was in the house's commons, and that he was the head of this house, Schmettterling snapped to attention, retracting his wings and dusting off the soot from his suit in an attempt to look a bit more formal. He forced himself up, then took a spot on a slightly elevated portion of the commons to address his students. "Ahem. Greetings, House Journey, pursuers of the quintessential high school life! I'm sure you are all excited to begin or continue your stay at this wonderful house, and the parties - er, I mean, the community here at Journey will certainly not disappoint you!" Schmetterling paused to draw out the script for his speech. "Ever since Lakoria's founding, we have represented a free and wild spirit and blah blah blah... none of you guys actually want me to read this, do you? Alright, good. So our dorm assignments are as follows: Asad Bellavaud and Mactíre Beag, Shu Crudele and Greed McKnob, Nero and Dabi Busche, Eliott and Luminatti Digiix, and Éanna and Casper Evergreen in the boy's dorm, with Angelica and XII, Sylva and Rae Kit, and Kast Kit and Elvisia Aegis taking the girls dorm. Everyone catch that? Good, because I won't repeat myself, even if you want it. If you forget, just check here." Drawing out a crude piece of paper with the previously mentioned dorm listings on it, Schmetterling hacked up a particularly nasty ball of something, using it to stick the dorm assignments to the wall for latecomers of non-listeners. "Well, that's my job done for today. Have fun, don't burn down the dorm, etc. etc. Capiche? Capiche." With that, Dr. Schmetterling passed out, crumpling awkwardly to the floor of the house commons.

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[Deathpelt]

Kerry Stayne​

Kerry wasn't sure if the boy had heard her, and instead progressed to go find someone else to ask what house she was. Her ears were pinned to the back of her head, in anxiousness and the scared feeling welled up inside of her. Surely this couldn't be house Logica? She moved a few steps when suddenly a man burst through the building. He sure wasn't a student, and seemed to actually be when of the teachers! She watched him pull out a flask and drink it all. Suddenly he snapped into attention and started talking. Oi! That explains it! She was in house journey, not Logica! Kerry was secretly happy that this wasn't Logica, she wasn't much for drinking, and was a lightweight when it came to beverages containing a little more alcohol than hand sanitizer.

She managed to squeeze passed the doors of house Journey, and left quietly, resuming her search for house Logica. She took out the crumpled paper out of her pocket. It said she belonged to House Logica and had an image of a cat or lynx that was a purplish color. hmmm... She scanned the place once again, until she found a small building with a sigh taped to it. The sign read "Logica Commons." No wonder she hadn't seen it! The sign was basically paper with tape on it! She gave a small huff of annoyance and made her way to the building.

Once she was at the entrance, she made her way inside, her tail swishing and hoping it was more like the place she had expected, and less like Journey. She looked inside and was immediately relieved. House Logica had less children than journey, and they seemed to also be more behaved than those of Journey. Inside she saw a unicorn, a normal-LOOKING person, a siren-fish like creature, and another knightly dressed human. She tip toed to the back of the room and hoped no one had noticed her. Sitting on the floor she fidgeted with her tail a bit, watching everyone.

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[Violetti]

• Asad

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  Asad couldn't say with the utmost certainty that he had everything planned out. Then again, the Jinn was usually a go with the flow kind of guy. But hopscotch and musical chairs were far from his mind when it came to his arsenal of games. Nonetheless, the little witch seemed more than eager to entertain herself with him now. She was practically bleeding with enthusiasm, quickly closing the gap between them. The man could hardly get a word in even if he tried.
  
  It was only when Angelica mentioned the actual devil, that Asad's eyes widened slightly with a bit of shock. She thinks I'm bringing Satan to the party. I suppose it isn't outside the realm of my capabilities. I do grant wishes. Although the thought crossed his mind, he didn't have the luxury of pondering on it long, as Dr. Schmetterling entered the scene and began speaking. The Jinn turned his head to give the man a few ounces of his attention, before deciding it was well spent elsewhere.
  
  "He...might be a little late. So why don't we grab someone else to play with us?" As he said this, a sharp, shrill scream penetrated his ears, causing him to wince in a bit of pain. What a dreadful sound. But a beautiful sound of distress. "I think we've found our player~" The Jinn made a few steps over to peek down the hall, witnessing the culprit of the noise. Lifting Angelica into his arms swiftly with ease, he began his leisure journey over to the distressed individual. Because, of course, Asad couldn't be assed to run unless his reputation depended on it. Stamina was the be used for one, and one thing only. Sexy time.
  
  "My, my. These past few seconds have not been kind to you. You appear to be in pain." Asad voiced, feigning concern. Turning to Angelica, he finally set her down. "Our lil witch goddess here would surely be able to fix you up with one of her miraculous potions yeah?" metalcity SpiritOwl
  
  
  

  
  

 

[Shagranoz]

Alright! Lily wore a grin wide as the gates of Hell, but far more inviting. "Then I'll see you tonight, Erika! Oh, and don't worry about the price of deals. I am expressly prohibited from bartering for temporary or permanent possession of any soul or part of a soul while I attend Lakoria." She made a little mock pout at this, but hopefully, the ghost would see that she was joking.

Another conversation had broken out between the boys, featuring a water elemental, a merman of indeterminate flavor, and another boy of unknown species. She had to admit, the last was pretty cute. In fact, the merman mentioned that he could model if he wanted to. "Yeah, you've got one heckuva body. You gonna hold that against me?" she asked with a bat of her eyelashes. Whether he accepted or declined was his business, but hopefully, they'd at least look her way. She was so tired of the succubi getting all the boys' attention back home.

 

[Azerothii]

It didn't take long before she gathers up her things once more and starts moving forward towards her designated house. House Journey. It has been a long time since she last saw the place itself, it made her wonder if the common room would become a mess by the time she enters the building. Such thought caused her to shake her head, half-expecting that it would happen, not that she’s complaining or anything. Besides, the only thing she looks forwards in living that house are the number of shenanigans that she’ll get to see for the entire year.

Upon approaching the door, she would slowly open it and makes her way inside the dorm house. The hues from her crystalized hair were reflected across the floor beneath her as if she were a walking disco ball. “...Right the common room..” Elvisia hummed in content, somewhat interested to see who she might meet as she makes her way to the common room. And that’s when she heard a loud exploding sound by the chimney of their house, making her jump slightly at the sudden noise until she finds the source that seems to point towards the fire place.
Elvisia was slightly gaping when she saw a man climb out of the fireplace like a drunk poltergeist. And that wasn’t it, Elvisia took note of the mess they’ve made by her own dorm mates as well. Guess her expectations were right after all...except for the drunk head of the house that seems to well..welcome them into the house itself. At that point, Elvisia finally closed her mouth and sighed when he finally passed out on the floor after the speech.

“Dear lords....how am I not surprised anymore..?”

Lotusy

 

[Mistborn]

Elliott
Current mood: Mildly Drunk (In his mind at least, in reality he’s actually pretty hammered)
Familiar’s form: Currently not visible
Location: House Journey hallway
Interacting with: Violetti SpiritOwl metalcity
Previously Interacting with: NyxDarling OceanBunny

Elliott smiled back at Umeki as he pulled her to her feet, glad to be rid of the awkward moment that passed between them. “Well, if today is anything to go off of then this is sure gonna be an interesting year.” He paused and let out a slightly awkward chuckle before rubbing the back of his head, wincing again as he touched the tender spot that had formed where he had hit the ground. “I’m gonna go see about finding what room I’m in, maybe I’ll find something to help this little headache I’ve got.” He flashed a playful smile at the two of them before he turned and headed back into the center of the party. As Elliott meandered his way through the packed Journey common room he realized two important, at least to him, things. One, the alcohol around here sucked. He figured this out after snagging a bottle from a fellow student who seemed to have had just a little bit too much to drink, although it did make him feel better and managed to get rid of his headache, so he drank a few more just to be sure. The second thing was that he needed to find the backpack he had brought. He ended up finding it on someone else’s back and, after a few choice and slurred words from both parties, he got it back without letting his fists do the talking instead.

He was about to head off in the direction he thought the dorms where when something... no, someone came flying through the wall. He managed to dodge the flying pieces of brick and mortar that the man had sent flying by dropping/falling flat onto the ground, totally on purpose. He managed to sit back up and brush himself off as the man did the same. Elliott watched as the man stood and climbed up on something before saying a little spiel about the house and rattling off the room assignments, then the man stuck a piece of paper to the wall before seeming to pass out on the floor. Elliott smiled as he got to his feet and made his way over to the paper, being careful to step over the passed out adult. As he got over to the paper he gagged from the smell of whatever was sticking the paper to the wall, if he hadn’t eaten something before getting drunk he would’ve definitely lost his lunch.

As Elliott made his way out of the common room and into the halls of the dorms there were only two things on his mind. The first being finding his room so he could sleep. The second, walking in a straight line. It was proving to be a lot harder than he thought it should be. He made his way down the hall, stumbling and leaning from one side to the other. The first time he ran into the wall he simply frowned at it, to him it seemed like the damned thing had jumped out at him! He gave it a glare and used one of his hands to balance himself, pushing off of the wall from time to time to keep him from running into it again. He thought he spotted someone down near where his dorm should be, they looked familiar... but from behind he couldn’t tell who it was. After they set someone down next to them however, he got much more confused. He made his way a little closer, leaning against the wall while he spoke. The drunken slur in his voice was readily apparent, “Hey, what’re you guys doin’ down here? The party’s back thataway!” He accentuated the last few words of his statement with a wild wave of his hand, pointing back towards the common room.​

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

It's that time of the day, time to meet the students! After all the excitement from this afternoon Mr. Plum was finally able to finish knitting their shirts and blankets. He couldn't wait to show the students! There was a bit of a hop in his step as he pulled a little wagon full of the sweaters and blankets behind him. He hoped that there was nothing strange going on in the room...hopefully no one was hurt.
Of course he was wrong. There seemed to be something going on with three or so students. One of them seemed to be passed out on the couch while there was also a...fox...These were not his students.
"House Journey students? What is going on here!? I leave and come back to...to...inter-school gang warfare! Why are you in here?" He questioned as he walked over to the couch to look at the little kitsune who was knocked out. He looked over to the taller kitsune. "You. What happened here?"​

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Loony_Bin
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Violetti
Emmi
Deathpelt
okmelonn
SpiritOwl
Silvis

 

[Nonexisting]

Casper evergreen
male-snowfox spirit-juinor-

Spoiler: theme

Casper looked at him not sure if the guy was serious about not knowing what a name was. he couldn't be serious could he? oh boy.
casper stared back at him with his sea foam green eyes raising a brow. he could the the pink tint spread upon his cheeks heated from embarrassment perhaps as the tan male pursed his soft lips. his eyes were wide giving the fox the impression that nero was serious. well,okay so this boy was serious and didn't know what casper had ment. that was kind of troublesome but also quite adorable. "ah..they call me casper. and you are?" he told him pointing to himself having technically repeated his introduction in a way. he was trying to hint at what he ment. then again this boy couldn't actually not know what a name was, could he? seriously it was common knowledge after all right? he then pointed to nero as his hand was taken and shook for what seemed to be a few minutes. when the siren touched his hand it could be noticed was that his skin was a bit colder to the touch and his skin was extremely pale soft to the touch. little flecks of frost could be seen floating around his body and the ground beneath his feet had covered over with a thin layer of frost in a circle. the rest of the air was much warmer compared to the air around him as well as the ground was perfectly fine other than the singular circle around casper himself. pulling his hand away from the siren's he exhaled letting out a cold breath before giving a rather cheshire cat like grin chuckling. the snow spirit then gestured a thumb over to the journey house. "anywho maybe we should get inside..." he told him as his eyes moved over to the house.


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@anyonenearby at journey


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Luminatti Digiix
"NATTI"
male-possessed tv(nightmare demon)-pansexual


natti sat in his room for a bit trying so hard to fix his broken arm but atlas only ended up smashing it into more pieces. he didn't know exactly how he had managed to completely obliterate his arm when he was merely trying to fix it. thankfully he had a spare. reaching into his pack he pulled out a new arm attaching it to the socket and screwed it into place. he made a few clicking sounds Also staying into place. finally it was fixed. er well. replaced. yes. replaced. natti made a imitation of a deep sigh and sat down on his bed staring down at the screw driver in his hand. he stared at it holding it up by his screen staring at it intensely for what seemed like a extremely long moment. he went to put it down but held it up again only stare at it narrowing his eyes making a buzzing sound for a long moment before tossing it onto the floor. natti's antenna twitched as he whistled standing up. he felt lonely but the amount of people had overwhelmed him. not knowing what to do with himself natti sat back down flicking his tail. he made a huff sound eyes twitching as he glitched out suddenly. his screen flickered and buzzed as a big white eye showed on a black swirling screen image. static could be heard loudly even from the outside followed by a eerie electronic growling that was then followed by a loud screeching sound. his screen flickered a variety of images as if changing channels and the loud buzzing of static followed as well as different sounds indicating the changing channels of a tv. this went on for a good a while before the tv-boy got up and walked over to the door opening it and poked his head out. natti tilted his body and stared directly at elliot and chirped. "oh are you my room mate?" he asked but then backed into their room and slammed the door shut without getting a answer and went back to sit on his bed and change his channels to entertain himself.


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SpiritOwl
metalcity
@anyoneelsenearby
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[Violetti]

• Rae

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  A brief look of shock crossed the man's face after he registered Rae's actions. However, he quickly resumed his calm, cold, and collected exterior. One would have to question if he had really broke character at all. Tuning out his venomous voice, the kitsune mulled over the taste of his skin. What a tease. I was expecting sweet and savory cocoa. Hmph.
  
  A gentle, yet firm hand made contact with Rae's head, ruffling her already disheveled hair. Her ears flattened at the sudden touch, before resuming their perky stature as she focused on the woman beside her. Her even gaze scanned the woman from her pink strands of hair to her brightly colored apparel. She blinked once, twice, third times a charm? The strange woman continued to enjoy herself, eyes glazed over with pure pleasure. "Is this fun for you?" Her tone was indifferent. Rae surely didn't understand the fascination others had for animal-human hybrids.
  
  The woman had called her cute. Is it the ears and tail? If I cut them off, she might change her mind...? It was a hypothesis worth testing in the future. Not on herself of course, but perhaps on Kast. Absorbed in the current incident, she was taken aback by the sudden lunge the chocolate scented man made towards her. His lips were parted, revealing pearly white fangs. Fangs that rae barely caught a glimpse of, before they disappeared into Kast's skull. Yes, straight into her little skull.
  
  Somehow, the situation wasn't that surprising to the elder kitsune sibling. Her sister collapsed onto the ground unconscious soon after her stunt. A boy from the sidelines rushed to transport her to a nearby couch. Joining him, Rae's silver white strands of hair fell over Kast's face as she leaned over to examine her sister's body. The blood streaming down her face painted a few of those strands crimson. "Hm...she's been punctured quite deeply. How laughable. They say to use your head, but..."
  
  Her eyes traveled down to her neck, where the bell lay unguarded. It couldn't be described just how much Rae longed to hold it within her hands, to crush it. Then, perhaps she would be rid of the only person in the world that cared about her.
  If I'm quick, I could kill two noisy birds with one stone. Staring at the shiny object, the kitsune reached out to grasp it, but hesitated from officially making contact. Withdrawing her hand, she let out an exasperated sigh. Then again...what's the point of stealing candy from a baby if they aren't awake to whine about it. That's just boring.
  
  Eyes drifting across the room, it was apparent that the chocolate scented man had apparently undergone a transformation of sorts. Now a ball of fluff, the man had lost all of his intimidation points. A smirk crossing her face, she took a stick of pocky out from her box and poked the fox's nose with it. "Heh. I've booped your snoot."
  Rae's attention was momentarily dragged away by a distraught voice. A man with yarn for a face was asking her a question. His presence had gone unnoticed until now. "Ah...I was sorely disappointed by the lack of chocolate on a man. This is merely the result of such, dealt by the hands of fate, you see? Mr...yarn head." She gazed at him sincerely.
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[Magical Squid Senpai]

Yooibaboooi

'Yes...YES. He was actually there! I actually got to see things! I knew waiting here would let me finally see somthing!'
Yui had waited half the whole day waiting for Tac to return to his room. He never expected to get so lucky! He got to see him naked! NAKED!! He felt like he could...like he could...He didn't know what he could do! He was surprisingly very quiet during the whole thing as he watched from his spot in a tree right outside of Tac's room. He stared at his lover from above in his kitsune form, it wasn't until Tac had gone into his illegal bathroom when a puff of white smoke enveloped around Yui as he changed back to his human form.
'Nyaaaaaaahahaha! He's so beautiful! I can't believe it! Oh shoot, I have a nose bleed~'
When he reached up to touch the blood his other hand slipped and he fell out of the tree, crashing to the grass bellow him. There he decided to just lay there on his back. "Oh I can't believe it. That was too amazing! Oooh, the way he was covered in blood, not too much but just enough! Nyaaa! I love it!!!" He Squealed, kicking his legs up in the air. It was then that he stopped, cupping his own face in his hands. "Wow, I wonder if i'll ever be able to see somthing like that again. Kyaaaa! It's kinda embarrassing to think about!" He gasped and sat up so fast that he almost made himself dizzy, "No DAMNIT! I SHOULD'VE TAKEN A PICTURE! AAAAAAGH! I am so pathetic!" He screamed as he slammed his fist into the ground, ripping out clumps of dirt and tossing them around. It was a pretty strange sight, to see a kitsune crawling on the ground angrily throwing mud while he did nothing about his bloody nose.
He stopped and let out a shakey breath. "No, i can do it another day. Another day...another day...and then maybe I can actually talk to him..." It wasn't until he was already running his hands through his hair when he realized that he had thrown dirt onto himself.
"Noo! I can't see him like this! I need to go change!"
And with that he got up and ran to his room where he kept hi special basket full of numerous shampoos and such for his body and fur. Then he ran to the bathroom. There was no way he would ever let Tac see him like this!
He would have to pick another time.

Stalked Mentioned: TheImmortalDeity
Also @anyoneInTheLogicaHallway​

 

[SpiritOwl]

☁ Mistral ❅ Aquilo ☁
✧・ﾟ:*Magical Unicorn-Turn-Uniboy*:・ﾟ✧
Current Location: Logica House
Mistral listened quite contently to those around him; surprisingly paying some means of attention; maybe because the topics revolved so heavily around him. A model, a beauty, a must-see-at-least-once-in-a-life-time-event. He knew he was, and was grateful to be born it.
Mistral's pity increased for Wayne with every word he spoke; he'd need more then luck if he was to learn of beauty or art; for if he could recognize beauty, then he would see that brushing and styling Mistral's hair, was not something to get financial success of, but rather eternal peace, he'd delight at the fact that he had been close to and benefited a being so marvelous as a unicorn. It'd be so painful to be a dawdling sprite, never sure of purpose or reason. It made Mistral all the more glad he was a unicorn. "Anything is to be appreciated if it is cared for," Mistral not-quite-but-almost agreed. Mistral felt very flattered, what a good compliment, priceless, beyond value, unparalleled, he could see no reason to why the word would not be the perfect description for him. Ah, but there it was again! The whims of a sprite, appreciation was well and good, but failing to search for meaning, how charmingly lazy. Mistral was enthused by Wayne's question to Nikiri and was eager to hear the answer, despite knowing himself he had je ne sais quoi in spades.

It was shortly after her answering, had she answered, that he heard it.
Perhaps there was a species of horsemen in the underworld that Lilith had been known to swoon over, maybe, she liked that demonic boy band, The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse? You know it had to be a contributing factor in her reasoning to become a demon. It was a bold move to throw a hot line to a horsie like that, it had to be a peak in the Lakorian history books. A prime example of how species can be drawn together despite any and all difference, at least, it might've been - if Mistral wasn't totally prejudiced against demons, "Ah," he expressed in a surprised tone. It was not at all his intention to seem 'flustered,' but it very well appeared that way. Mistral was seething what reasoning did a lowly demon have to speak to him, why in the sake of all that is holy (including his majestic self) would this, beast? No, brute, speak to him in such a voice! It was disgusting. It was repulsive, if his beautiful self had the capacity to regurgitate she might very well have been on the receiving end of some recycled broccoli. Mistral could simply not compute how utterly violated he felt from this ugly messenger of Satan to be speaking to him. He wished to insult her in the most vile and despicable words he could think of, but never could he let such crudities pass through his glorious self censorship.

He stepped back in an attempt to get away but behind him he felt wall. A wall, a row of chairs, and so many bodies blocking his path from the polite Neko, to the revolting being, Wayne, Mr Pinata, and Raziel they were all obstacles towards fleeing. He was incredibly perturbed and realized there was No Escape. He would have no qualms with trampling the demonic gargoyle where she stood, but his self-image want for only the best in himself, and he was an entity, a vessel, and embodiment of goodness, he could not fall prey to murder when it might scar the eyes of the faint-hearted. He was feeling quite faint, time seemed cripplingly slow and he was deeply unsettled. Curse the blessing of beauty which caught the eyes of unsavory visitors! Fraught with offense, and clamming up, Mistral did what he had to, to successfully evacuate the scene, he felt as if his precious body had been coated in the worst substances imaginable from the way this harpy spoke of him, and prayed that her fraudulent eyes would not find the beauty in his second, equally as lovely, form desirable. He knew it was highly unlikely however. O' wretched baleful day.

With a glow emanating from his horn, and a plume of delicate mist akin to the first half of his name, where once there was unicorn, there was boy - modestly dressed in what could only be speculated at the softest of silks and most elaborately spun spider-knit gauzen, still woven into his mane of hair was his jewelry, a horn springing from his forehead, and upon his face - an expression of unreadable indifference. Fleetly he needed to escape, to hide, to cleanse his body of the foul demon's hellish fancies which spoilt him so! Mistral nudged Nikiri aside with care and flew across the floor. To an observer, rather than seeming like a total demoncist, the pony appeared merely like a total n00b when it came to romantic advances. Also like something capable of unpacking its own luggage. He did not stop his flight til' his hand found purchase 'gainst the knob of a restroom's faucet and cool water could rush against his skin. He scrubbed vigorously up to his elbows, as if sheer washing could burn away the desecration Lilith had brought to his temple; she, would surely, surely rue the day she dare to think of Mistral a cutie. He was beside himself in anger.

If there was one being to teach her of pride and vanity, she could find no better specimen then a unicorn.
Shagranoz Lotusy okmelonn Violetti Silvis


✾ Syke ❀ Cria ✾
✽❋⚘✿Miniature Mage✿⚘❋✽
Current Location: Haven House
The Most Dramatic Event In Syke's Life: To Be Told Throughout The Ages
There alone, upon the ground, 'neath a table leg scarcely seen
Syke the Ohom pondered her skein
How was she meant to navigate
this tremendous and heavy fate?
upon her she felt it - all the weight,
and barely a breath could she take
To Administer Justice For her Friend - first a weapon of which to fend

She thought and thought with all her might
Til' all a sudden it came to light,
aha, aha, a plan indeed, one she knew destined to succeed
Though below she knew her plight, would be risen, ripe to fight
She scaled the table with deft hands
and reached from there a lamp's wide bands
up the pole and through the shade
Her design had been made
From the lightbulb's scorching haze
Syke gave a leap and that was that

Floating surely through the air
diagonally, to be fair
falling forward, slowly does it, Syke found her self a pleasant landing
Upon blonde hair, quite outstanding
Before they noticed she was there; she gave a hop and was off
sailing gracefully toward a chair
she descended once again
falling to the ground without a sound

To her right, she saw with glee
the humble matchstick! Her accessory
Yippie, hurrah o joyous day, her life had not been smote today!

Syke swayed in surprise at her own skills, a little bit more then dazed, before packing her matchstick onto her back and climbing up the nearby cabinet. to give her surroundings a good look-see. She had taken a once over at the thing that had assaulted Nikiri's ears and knew it to be some type of stick-like food product. But where would she find someone with something lik- there she saw her, Rae, booping someone else in the nose with none other than, a stick-shaped snack food. Syke could feel a swarm of emotions engulf her small frame as he hurried towards the Kitsune, all a flurry with rage! It was a wonder she was not trampled before managing to position herself right between Mr Plum and the Kitsune, "Excuse me!" She yelled as loudly as she could manage, "but you frightened my friend!" Yes good going Syke! "And for that yo- eh yo," u owe her an apology! Syke couldn't manage to get the last part out and gave a very nervous giggle as she suddenly became very interested in her own stubby feet. Oh dear. She felt awfully embarrassed all of a sudden!
Interacting with: Violetti
Mentioned: okmelonn , Magical Squid Senpai , @ Whoever is getting booped​

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[Deathpelt]

Savva Wolfe​

Savva watched as small gasps came from house Haven, she curiously waited for screams, or laughter to echo out, though she hadn't heard any. Looking around, she decided to get up, her legs were cramping up from sitting for too long. Hearing the bones crack as she made her way up, she decided that maybe it was time to go back into the Haven common room, no matter what kind of arsehole resided in there. Savva's thoughts were accompanied when she saw Mr. Plum coming close to the house. "Shit!" Savva mumbled to herself, it probably wasn't best that any students be out in the courtyard right now.

With that she ran ahead of Mr. Plum, opened the Haven doors and quickly went inside, hoping that he might have only saw a blur or maybe a speeding student. She sighed and looked around the common room. Surprise grabbed her as she noticed quite the scene. There was a fainted kitsune, with blood pouring out of her head, a small fox and a taller very much awake kitsune. Savva also noticed that the vampire like creature was no where to be seen, huh, must of sneaked of somewhere... Savva told herself, though somehow that didn't seem right.

Suddenly Mr. Plum entered the room looking only half surprised. "House Journey students? What is going on here!? I leave and come back to...to...inter-school gang warfare! Why are you in here?" He questioned as he walked over to the couch to look at the little kitsune who was knocked out. He looked over to the taller kitsune. "You. What happened here?" Savva recoiled into the back of the room, watching everything from afar. She noticed though, that before Mr. Plum could get out any answers, another Kitsune came hurling at him in a kind of rage. However before she could deliver whatever she wanted to, she seemed to give a nervous giggle before looking at her feet. Savva frowned slightly, whats wrong with her feet? Savva asked herself quietly, hoping no one would answer or even know what she said.

Mentions: Magical Squid Senpai @Spirit Owl Violetti Anyone at House Haven
Interactions: None (FREE TO INTERACT!)
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Kerry Stayne
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After a while, looking can become boring... Kerry noticed. Her tail had stopped twitching, and her ears dropped down low. She had observed everyone at Logica for quite a while, so maybe it was time to start talking to them. Getting up slowly, she walked around the room looking for someone she could say Hi to, or maybe just wave at. She soon came to a little group of people, with a unicorn in the middle. Wondering if this was a nice group she made her way to it, her tail swinging side to side. Making her way there, however she could see a sort of disgusteness in the unicorn's face. It wasn't her was it? She had brushed her teeth! Tilting her head side to side she watched him, as she moved in closer to the little group. Thinking that now was better than never, Kerry brushed off her nerves that her tail gave away and summoned her courage.

"Hi!" She said to the group, hoping that someone would return it, and maybe just maybe she could start a conversation with a person! Looking at the people she recognized a demon or demoness, perhaps a kind of elemental, the knightly dressed human, and a few others. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw a light puff of mist go around the unicorn, until there was a heavily jeweled boy in his place. Suddenly as if escaping a maze, he ran around the chairs and people out the door. Kerry frowned slightly, her ears pinned to the back of her head.

"Well, wasn't that rude!" She huffed slightly, before relaxing her ears again. Hopefully there would be other people in this school that weren't quite like that unicorn. Slowly tapping her feet rthmytically on the floor she awaited for hopefully a response or two.

Mentions: SpiritOwl Anyone at house Logica
Interacts: Lotusy okmelonn Shagranoz Anyone in Logica Commons

 

[GingerBread]

Jonathan

Interacting

Kareek the cute snek​

Location

Haven House​

Notes

N/A​

Stuff

N/A​

Tags

Magical Squid Senpai
Emmi
Deathpelt
okmelonn
SpiritOwl
Silvis
Loony_Bin​

Jon frowned at Kareek as he offered to eat the boy who had attacked him. As much as he felt the boy had to get some sort of punishment for attempting to kill him, Jon didn't want any harm to come to anyone... At the very least, he didn't want to be the cause of any harm that befell someone. "No.. You shouldn't hurt anyone" Jon went quiet again for a few moments; Kareek had said that he'd only eaten bugs before, and Jon wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to give him something else, surely there was a reason that he was only fed bugs? "So.. what do you like to eat then? I mean.. I don't wanna give you something that you shouldn't be eating.. so if you could tell me what you normally eat I could try to get it for you" Jon himself was a vegetarian and didn't really like the thought of eating meat, and would normally avoid it at all costs. But he understood that quite a few animals couldn't not eat meat, so he was okay with others eating it, for the most part.

When Mr plum came in asking what had happened, Jon finally looked up and noticed that some girl was laying on the couch, unconscious and bleeding. He also noticed a fox being "booped" by a kitsune. He decided that it was probably best for him to just avoid the situation. Jon just wanted to go to bed already, the nurses magic had left him really worn out earlier, the only reason he was still here instead of asleep in his dorm room, was that he didn't want to get a detention. Plus he was enjoying talking to the cute snake he had met.