Fantasy Lakoria High school

[SpiritOwl]

✾ Syke ❀ Cria ✾
✽❋⚘✿Miniature Mage✿⚘❋✽
Syke closed her eyes in preparation for death, when suddenly the momentum of the fall was snatched away - a warmth, akin to a swaddling blanket, wrapped about her form - and she was certain - this was the afterlife. Peaceful tranquility. And yet - what was with this, voices? Perhaps, the greeters of whatever state of being she had transformed into upon death. Syke felt a great surge of movement, as though she was flying through the air; she supposed she should meet these greeters promptly, her eyes flew upon, but the light above blinded her and several attempts had to be made to adjust her vision properly. It was her final attempt with which she felt the warmth fade from around her, and an environment spread before her. With a wobble she righted herself, and realized, that underfoot felt very familiar! As did the colors she could spot around and before her. Oh my, had she been reborn into another creature, another being?! It could simply not be the case, as in her hands tightly clutched was her fateful staff, and with a wiggle she could determine her fingers and toes to count up to 12.

"Oh, oh oh My!" She voiced upon coming to her senses - why, she knew exactly where she was! Though it may have taken her longer had it not been for Cayman's voice working its way cautiously out of his mouth. She clutched dramatically at where her heart may have been located, if she had one. "Surely I'd be gone if it weren't for you!" She sobbed, throwing herself onto his wrist in a minuscule embrace. Focusing on the words which she had been asked, Syke rose in a flurry, tugging at the fibers of Cayman's hoodie in an attempt to stand; she took several grand paces back, curtsied in her most elegant manner and announced in the way of someone trying to seem more grown-up then they were, "I am quite alright, thank you." She nodded, bobbed, her head a single time to affirm her statement. Though she had not checked herself as carefully as typical, she trusted Cayman had not let her fall leave her with any long with standing damage. "To you," she gasped with emotion, "I assuredly owe my life - two times over!" She dabbed at her eyes with the delicate handkerchief she managed to hold onto - though it served now more to wash her face then dry her tears. Her legs bent beneath her and she drifted into a kneel.

It was then she noticed once more the witch boy, who descended ever so powerfully to all the more congratulate Cayman! What was it he had said while above? Something about, Heroism! OH MY - Syke was thrilled beyond measure. Nikiri and Cayman absolutely had to meet, so much had they in common - namely, the saving of plantoid girls. She stretched her arms out toward Mika, and not being able to reach him or his lovely broom thrummed her little hands in the air in sheer enthusiasm, "Oh isn't he splendid?!" She cheered, my hero! "Cayman's saved me before - wouldn't you just know?" Syke was sure of it, people simply had to know of the heroism of a person by gazing upon their face - even if it was only half of it!

She rose in a twirl and looked about her excitably, my, living sure was a fine thing - you never knew who you were bound to meet. It was then however, that the sound of fairy feet distracted Mika - and Syke could not help but turn in his direction. My! If it wasn't that awful fae who was the only one Syke could think of to cause the witch tears; why would he be returning now?! And, oh dear. Although in the hands of a hero, Syke could do nothing but fret when faced with a snake of all beasties! And such a viscous fellow he looked! She could not stand his visage being so near, he had been harder to get a good look at whilst she stood so high upon Cayman's shoulder - but in his hands while he sat on the ground - was quite a different matter! A small gurgle escaped her as she struggled to turn around and work her way up Cayman's arm as quickly as she could - though admittedly it was not very. Half way up she tumbled, but was met with no great pain upon falling gracelessly back into his hands, in a whirl she was at it again, flinging herself into his hood as soon as she gauged it an arm's length. It wasn't and she overshot the distance she needed to throw herself. Syke somehow managed to end up standing on her head near Cayman's neck. She kicked her air born feet, but seeing as how her movements caused the nearby fabric on the back of his hood to ripple - and not wanting to create a space prime for her to slip into and perhaps accidentally be crushed in a rescue mission, ceased her flailing feet and resigned to standing upon her flower bud head. She felt very little panic while inside the hood - it had a sense of about it, which reminded her of the many little hide outs she claimed for herself back home.

Though she had gotten quite a good look at Hecate, Syke reasoned from current events, that she probably wasn't a horrible monster dead-set on Mika's demise, but instead some kind of acquaintance of his? She wasn't too mad she was nearly killed because of her rash actions; she knew herself to be a bit tricky to spot.

She waved a hand about carefully, not trying to knock herself off balance, and with it gave Cayman a pat, "Thank you," she stated again, "are you alright?" She had heard from unknown sources that rolling about on the ground could leave one with a nasty burn.
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[Mistborn]

Cayman
Location: Haven common room
Current form: Human
Interacting with: SpiritOwl
Mentioned: okmelonn Emmi GingerBread Silvis

D-did I crush her...? The thought of even possibly being responsible for Syke’s demise sent shivers down Cayman’s spine, surely someone would bring pain down upon him if he were responsible for the Ohom’s unfortunate end. He was soon relieved of the thought however, the sight of Syke’s wiggling and, seemingly, intact frame sweeping away the concerned feeling that had been building up inside him. He closed his eyes and let out a quiet and relieved sigh, adding on a few moments after, “Thank goodness you’re unharmed.” He opened his eyes again to look down at Syke, who was currently wrapped around his wrist, and a small smile crept onto his face. He could feel himself blushing as Syke, and then Mikaela, called him a “hero” for catching Syke. It was obvious that he had to say something, anything, to try to divert the attention he had brought upon himself away. “W-well... Really, it was nothing.” He nearly facepalmed at the sound of his own words, stopping just before his arm started to move. God, that sounds like such a stupid response. “I mean, I was just looking out for my friend.”

Anything else that Cayman would have said was swiftly cut off as Mr. Plum began to announce the roommates. The fluffy ball of yarn managed to keep an official, yet at the the same time soft, tone throughout the whole list. There sure are a lot of people in Haven this year. He paid careful attention to whom Syke and himself were to be roommates with. His roommate was the snake named Kareek? Well, that’s not too bad. At least I’m not with that rude fairy. Honestly speaking, his roommate was better than he’d hoped for. Animals were no problem for Cayman, especially reptiles, and the snake was a pretty beautiful one at that. He wondered what species they belonged to, with those necklaces that it had on it looked like it was quite important. Was it someone’s pet?

His train of thought about his new roomie was interrupted as Syke made some kind of gurgling noise before trying to climb up his arm, fail, and try again before jumping into his hood. He tried to stay as still as possible, listening to Syke as she tried to move around the cramped space that was the inside of his clothes. By the feeling the flowery top of her head was giving him and, judging from the fact that she went headfirst into his hood, he figured that she had landed upside down and would be better off if she were sitting upright. “Oh, let me help you with that.” Carefully reaching into his hood, Cayman gently pinched Syke between his index finger and thumb, slowly turning her right side up before setting her back down again where she had been previously. He took a moment to glance back up in Mikaela’s direction, feeling relieved that the boy had moved on and was talking with the fairy from earlier. Getting back on his feet, Cayman decided to make his way back closer to the group. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all...​

 

[Deathpelt]

Kerry Stayne​

The Neko sighed happily, she had been doing quite well at the whole socializing thats school had to offer. She gave a small wave of her tail and listened to Erika speak. Suddenly her ears perked up at what Erika had said. Huh, Lily were would she live? Kerry let her self drift a bit, before thinking of a reasonable answer. It would be hell right? And their time would be different, but by how much, years hours? Her tail gave a sudden poof of fur before reminding her that she was in fact interacting with real people. She desperately wanted to know if Lily had lived in hell, but didn't want to offend her.

Come on ask!
No, you stupid idiot, your going to offend her!
BUT I WANNA KNOW!

Finally with her curiously winning over her reasonable side, she asked. "Hey! Since your a demon did you live in hell? And was it hot or cold? People always say its hot but I personally like the heat, so I'm pretty sure it would be co..." Dang it! Trailing off again, her ears hung to the back of her head shamefully before she looked up at the demoness again. "sorry.."

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[Shagranoz]

Lily shrugged her shoulders at Erika's comment that she'd meet new people in classes. "Yeah, you're probably right. I guess I just got nervous. Since my choice, I've been worried a lot about what people think of demons, but you all seem like rather nice people. It helps a lot, it really does."

"Yes, I've lived there about a year now," Lily said in response to Kerry. "It really depends on where you are, as to whether it's hot or cold. See, everything in Hell is divided up by the Seven Sins- gluttony is a swamp, sloth is a desert, and so on. Greed and Wrath get pretty warm with the molten gold and the fire, but Envy is a vast icy ocean. In fact, you know how people say, 'when Hell freezes over'? Down there, the old-timers say, 'I'll believe it when Envy melts.' Definition of irony right there."

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

Nekomancer​

As he perked his head up at the sound of footsteps, Nekomancer's apprehension became a reality. She's here. As she stood before him, staff in hand, Nekomancer was able to clearly see her in the dimly lit atmosphere. Nikiri was more beautiful than he remembered, and seeing her in the flesh made his body tense in suspense. This was it, the moment that he waited the entire day for, the climax of his story, the reason behind his attending the school in the first place. He was going to obtain his first undead partner.

Without much thought, Nikiri drew closer to him, poking at his chest, right above the heart. She appeared disheveled at her own actions, but Tac knew exactly what they meant. It was a symbol of her yearning for him, for his love. It was difficult for him to hide his glee, putting a hand over his masked face, like he was trying to obscure a terrible secret. Not only that, but she was thinking of him! It had been a dream come true for the poor sap, and when she asked for his name, he nearly missed hearing her.

"My name?" he said ominously, pushing himself off of the bleachers and standing a few steps in front of Nikiri. "I go by countless names that people have given me over the years. Nekomancer, The Messiah, Tac, NekoLover69, The Chosen One, these are all names that have built me into the person that stands before you, and the reason why you stand before me. I understand that this might be overwhelming for someone that doesn't understand the gifts that I produce, but I will give you retribution, my dear. It is as you say: this is our 'arena', and I am here to reap my rewards." Of course, Tac meant that this was a battlefield of love, but who really cares about that?

Making his way before her, his hands resting on his now exposed hips, the fanatic leaned in, inches away from Nikiri's face. "Now, it's about time I asked my own question, my lovely, lovely jewel. Are you prepared for this? Have you hardened your heart and soul and accepted your fate?" Yes, it was important to know whether or not she was prepared to stand by his side forever and ever. If she wasn't ready for the resurrecting process, then his entire plan was going to be much, much harder for him. Prepping himself, his fingers twitched with alacrity. "Show me what makes you so special, make yourself recognized for generations to come."

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[Emmi]

Hecate Truth
"I'm just... sick of all these people talking."​

Spoiler: background

Spoiler: Parents

"Oh, Hecate! Would you really!?" Mikaela gasped, making Hecate regret her life choices. "I..I would still love to be your friend! Ah! We should all be friends! That'd be just great!"

She resisted the urge to gag. The the idea of a friend was fairly new to her. Friends? They were those... things where you do stuff with, right? Tell secrets and have fun with... talk about crushes and just goof around with. Maybe even have fights over ridiculous and petty things, but somehow managed to become friends again. Help each other out in horrible scenarios. The idea of friends gave the cold hearted witch a small, innocent, and cute smile for the first time in her life. Her cheeks tinged into a magnificent shade of pink. When.. was the last time she smiled?

She was so deep in her thoughts, that it startled her when Mikaela asked her, and someone else something. Hecate gasped, startled. "O-Oh..." she was back to reality. She pursed her lips, her eyes at the ground. "S-sorry.. did someone say anything? I didn't catch that."

Just then, a fairy had came across them, walking towards Mika. The witch glanced at him, and instantly recognized her. It's that boy that was harmed earlier. "Hey Karma.. Um, Kareek wanted to come back to talk to you. I-I didn't! cause you're a loser.. yeah" The Loser Fairy cleared his throat, then crossed his arms. "Um, I can tell you what Kareek is saying, cause I bet a loser like you can't talk to animals.. only cool people like me can understand badass animals like snakes and.. things" And only losers talk get themselves almost killed, she thought to herself, and snorted. "You mean, like, translate..?" The witch boy repeated. "Thank you for the offer! But I can speak to animals just fine.. Especially snakes, and owls." He let out a small laugh, and Hecate wanted to question her life and very existence.

Mr. Plum, one of the teachers (Hecate guessed) straightened himself out and cleared his throat. She turned to stare at him as the teacher pulled out a sheet of paper, and looked at it. "Students, when I say your name and your roommates name, you can find them and talk for a bit before you need to go back to your rooms to sleep. Don't stay up too late, remember to get a good night sleep before your first classes!" When her name was called, she realized that the centaur's name was Savva Wolfe. She snickered. A prey's last name is Wolf? How ironic. She froze up. Ha.. my name is quite ironic as well. She cleared her throat and started to walk off, only to pause and glance in Mika's direction. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again, Mikaela." And with that she departed. The corners of her thin, pink lips formed a small smile.

Mentioned: Mistborn Magical Squid Senpai GingerBread || Interacting With: okmelonn

Nero
"...I wish I had never met you."​

Spoiler: Background Music

Nero ran his fingers through his crisp white hair, and his silver eyes looked around the place. He was certainly in pain, which is why his eyes were squinted. If you literally experienced a situation where your tail literally morphed into a pair of human legs, wouldn't they be in pain as well? He didn't even want to imagine what would happen if something hit his leg. He would be pretty sure he would be on the floor, crying his eyes out. The feeling of warm air against his nude, coffee colored skin sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't sure what to feel about it. He wasn't even sure what to do with the light from the sun. He kept squinting, and covering his alluring face with his arm. He was used to the dark and the coldness of the water that it surprised him light and warmth even existed.

It even surprised him that hearts and feelings existed at all on land.

He too, had love at one point.

He wondered about that type of layer on humans' bodies. It always made him wonder whether or not they were too hot. In his opinion, its too hot, even without a shirt on. Casper had replied with, "Oh, yes. I am so hot right now." He started to fan himself, and Nero pursed his lips. "Would you mind helping me?" he asked him, and started pulling on his shirt. Nero nodded. "Understood." He walked towards Casper, and started to take the strange layer off him, revealing Casper's flesh.

He could've sworn a few girls glanced at them, blushing, muttered, and having nose bleeds (Nero: "That's what they're called... right?"). While taking the layer off, Nero started to hum to himself, missing the water and killing sailors everyday. His average was about five to ten sailors a day. Once he had taken the shirt off, Nero gave him a lopsided grin. "Is that better, Casper?" He stared at the shirt, poking at it. "What is this?"

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Emma Ayuzawa
"Me? You? You're on your own, kid. I'm only loyal to one person."​

Spoiler: Background

Before the green eyed girl was able to put the little asshole on the floor, a familiar girl's voice rang in her ears. "I believe you are holding someone that belongs to me. Return him before your malodorous aroma taints his fur." Emma grit her teeth. Great. It's the Edge Lord. "Sure thing, As-I mean, Master," she replied, gritting her teeth. If that was some other kitsune getting on Emma's nerves, the kitsune would've been dead within two seconds. That was Rae, Kast's sister. Her sister was also an asshole. She would be constantly rude towards Emma's master; Kast. She had given Rae a nickname. Edge Lord. What? She is trying so hard to be edgy. Well, in Emma's point of view, at least.

It's a funny story, actually. All she remembered was knowing Kast and her family. Her? Everything's... blank. She doesn't remember anything. Why and how she died? Her memories before death? They're all... black. All she knew was being a loyal servant towards Kast's family. The only thing she has is her muscle memory of martial arts and fighting techniques. She doesn't remember her parents... her friends.. or relatives.

"I-I thought I told ya to stop callin' me that!" Her boss said, her cheeks tinging. The shikigami snickered, watching Kast quickly shake her head violently and waving her arms. "Of course ya don't needta attack anyone! I'm doin' just fine and am already makin' some friends, ya know?" Emma watched as her naive master puffed out her chest with confidence, making Emma laugh out loud. "Relax. I'm just teasing. not really" She smiled. She was actually quite serious. She wanted to attack that little fox who harmed Kast. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead sneezed. Huh? Someone must've been talking about me.

"The only thing I need is-" Kast was immediately interrupted by the nurse. "Alright, kids!" The nurse called. Emma turned around to only smirk at the new teacher. "It's been nice treating you all, but unless you're currently crippled or unable to move, I'll have to ask you to leave. It's about time for the Journey kids to do something stupid, and I'll need just about every bed available for that..." Emma grinned. "Oh, I could be in your bed all you want~" she flirted, wanting to get a really good reaction from that.

"Hmm...you're still alive huh? I wasn't so sure after witnessing all of that blood loss."

Emma grit her teeth. It takes every single inch in her body not to break every single bone in Rae's body right then, right now. However, she can't do anything at all. She is part of Kast's family, and she can't kill her family members.

"Yeah, Sis. I'm good now," Kast replied. The freckled girl just crossed her arms and looked away, wanting to kill Rae.

When her pink haired friend was about to leave, Kast grabbed the girl's arm. "Wait a sec, Dibe!" She yelled, making Emma snort. Pink hair? What are you? A magical girl with angel wings and glittery pink clothes? "I don't wanna be no bother to the nurse, but I can't exactly use my legs right now. I need somebody to carry me back to my dorm room and I thought you was my best bet." Emma's expression darkened, and she frowned, feeling a sharp stab in her heart. "We can talk 'bout your art or somethin' on the way. Please?"

Before the "magical girl" could even grab her, Emma swiftly picked up Kast, bridal style. "Don't worry, Boss. That's why I'm here." She gave her a sexy smirk. "Otherwise I'm not supposed to exist, right?"

Mentioned: Lotusy Loony_Bin || Interacting With: Violetti TheImmortalDeity

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

Yui Nagisa

This was not good. This was not good, This was not good. This was not good. How could he.
How could he do this to him? How could he just break Yui's heart like this? How was it even possible tht he had already found someone he "liked"?
'I bet she doesn't even care for him. If she hurts him in any way, shape, or form, I will kill her!'
Yui was fuming. He was so upset about this situation that he had broken a couple bleachers and punched one big hole in the wall. who gave a shit about those things. They could be fixed in an hour. Right now the real problem was with Tac and what he was setting up for. Who was the dirty bitch? What made her so great? Bet she isn't even that cute! She definitely wasn't as beautiful as Yui, couldn't even be set in the same category!

Without even noticing, Yui had broken yet another metal bleacher by bending it in his hand. He dropped down to his knees and actually started to cry, he hadn't cried since that event, it sure was a strange feeling.
"What should I do? I love him so much and he just goes and doe this with some other person!" He still had to whisper in order to not get caught by Tac or the stupid bitch when she finally got there. He had been hiding on the third floor, just ruining some bleachers, watching his love slip through his fingers.
He silently cried for the remainder of the time until he heard some talking.
There she was. That purple haired jerk! Oh how he would love to replace her right now, be the one down there with Tac and those beautiful decorations! Although he could've used some blue flamed candles.
But not for that slut!
Yui decided to peek over the railing and see what they were doing. That was a mistake because he almost screamed when he saw the girl touch his man.
"Oh she's going down." He said to himself .
"Not a moment has gone by since our first encounter that you've left my mind."
No. No. NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONNONOnoNNNONONNo-

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TheImmortalDeity Violetti
{Just letting you know you are being stalked :3}
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[Violetti]

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  Angelica continued to eagerly scrub away at Eanna's feathers until the mushrooms were no longer problematic. It was more than apparent that the bird now held much gratitude towards her. He still fully believed she was actually a goddess, and Asad had to hand it to the woman for really selling it. I just really hope nothing sprouts on my body after eating one of those shrooms.
  
  Meanwhile, Elliott was proving to be quite the handful. However, it was nothing Asad couldn't handle. He ended up wishing for more booze, a shocker. Although the Jinn believed Elliott was close to reaching his limit, (if he wasn't already there) a wish was a wish, and for some reason he found himself itching to grant it. Yet, the last thing he wanted to do was to morph into his true form in order to grant it. His true form was the exact opposite of charming, at least, to most. Many found it to be terrifying, and the Jinn silently cursed the Gods for making him this way.
  
  Poorly making an effort to take off, Elliott stumbled off towards the dorm rooms. Asad was certain that, without him stabilizing the boy, he would have face planted into the floor. "My wish is your command, but maybe you should rethink your current plan of action..." For all he knew, his words weren't actually reaching Elliott. For once in all his years here at Lakoria High, the man felt like being generous. Okay, maybe not. Let's be real, Asad doesn't just do things for others without having an ulterior motive for his pleasure.
  
  Figuring the boy was trying to escape to his dorm, the Jinn let out a short sigh as he effortlessly lifted Elliott off the ground and...over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Yes. But a yummy sack of potatoes he would be. Asad was planning to make a stew tonight~
  "You'll never make it to your own dorm like this. Why don't you chill out at ours, and I can whip up some top quality booze for you." Before setting off, he bowed gently towards Angelica. "Until then, sweet goddess. Hopefully you aren't bald by the next time we meet." He was referring to the bird's massive interest in her minty locks.
  
  Gazing over at Mac with peircing amber orbs, he gave a mischievous chuckle. "Won't you join us?"
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  As he entered the dorm room, Asad placed Elliott on his bed with a soft plop. His side of the room was quite flamboyant despite his lack of need to sleep there. The walls were covered with intricately patterned, Indian styled tapestries. A line of lights were also strung along the top of the ceiling. Asad preferred to keep the room dim lit. "You know, you have some mundane wishes. Could have had a million dollars, 70 cats, 30 virgins, you know?" He licked his tongue, turning away from the blonde boy as he morphed into his true form. Smoke began to bleed over him, painting his entire body a darkened shade of blue gray. Large black horns protruded from his head, and his eyes began to glow. His ears sharpened, as well as his own teeth. Not many had the displeasure of witnessing Asad in this form. It was one of the reasons he was fast to reject granting the wishes of others.
  
  Taking from Elliott's mind the type of booze he wished for, Asad magically poofed the drinks into existence before him. As soon as the deed was done, Asad retook his previous, more alluring form. "Drink up and tell me your darkest secrets." His voice was tempting and playful, as he pushed him to down more alcohol. Even if he half expected him to pass out right then and there. "Let's get wasted. It's only right for the best first night of the school year."
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  Rae completely ignored the nurse's command for everyone non-injured to leave. She would be leaving on her own terms, which consisted of when she damn felt like it. She couldn't quite comprehend the woman's acknowledgement towards her. Though her words were kind and promising, Rae sensed some animosity behind her actions. Was she some friend of Kasts? Her entire existence was a mystery to Rae, despite how much the woman seemed to know of her sister and her. Then again, the kitsune didn't make it a habit to register the names or faces of those she deemed useless or unimportant.
  
  Regardless, the woman had released the fox, much to Rae's pleasure. He immediately growled and fled behind Kast. With her eyes following his movements, Rae could only chastise fate for gifting her with such an unruly pet. His insults were again, falling on deaf ears. But his glare was more than enough to convey an unhappy message. He's still mad huh? I wonder if he's finally eaten yet.
  
  It seemed the pink haired woman who apologized earlier, was causing quite the commotion with Kast. Rae wouldn't have noticed had her little air freshener not scampered behind Kast in defense. As if she could really stand up against me. Could she? The real question was, would she? Doubtful. The only time the younger kitsune raised her tail against her sister was over her bell containing her life energy. So focused on making friends this girl was. Rae didn't understand the purpose of such a thing. She didn't want to. She had kept herself company throughout all of those years. Why change that now? It wasn't as if anyone actually cared for one another. Strangers couldn't be trusted, family even more so.
  
  Staring at the fox behind her sister, she had the urge to shove Kast to the side. However, it appeared the job of extracting the obstacle had been done for her. The woman from earlier lifted Kast into her arms bridal style, ready to whisk her away. Well, the further away she was, the less of a disturbance to Rae she would be. Making a lunge for the fox, she couldn't help but comment in a mild tone at the woman who apologized to her earlier, "Oh, and Bubblegum princess, apology not accepted." Because the only way to get into Rae's favor is through snacks, and snacks alone.
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[Loony_Bin]

Tags: TheImmortalDeity Violetti Emmi GingerBread
Location: Nurse's Office/Janitor's Closet
Mood: ...

Not Okay....​

Dibe felt herself getting jerked back towards the bed by Kast, pausing as she heard her pleas. Dibe gasped a little bit at Kast's proposal, even beginning to feel a few tears well up, 'T-this could be it! She didn't say yes to hanging out b-but, this could be it, Kast could be my first friend. I-I don't have to be alone anymore a-and I can stop hanging out in the janitor's closet because instead I can hang out my friend a-and everything will be fine." Dibe rubbed her eyes on her sleeve, trying to let anyone in the room see she'd been about to cry even though it was pretty clear with the sniffling she was doing.

Dibe nodded and began to go towards Kast, trying hard to keep the excitement in her voice to peak through to much, "I-If you want to talk then w-we can. That sounds really nice actually-"

"Don't worry, Boss. That's why I'm here. Otherwise I'm not supposed to exist, right?"

Dibe watched as the cool looking ginger headed girl scooped up Kast quickly, causing Dibe to flinch a bit as she looked down to where she had just began to outstretch her arms. Dibe felt her cheeks go red with embarrassment, 'Y-yeah...it makes sense she'd take her. After all she's probably stronger than me, defiantly cooler than me and probably more worth Kast's time...more worthy of being her friend of not being lonely and just-'

"Oh, and Bubblegum princess, apology not accepted."

Dibe stiffened and felt her chest begin to feel tight, 'I-I should've known better honestly, why would I be forgiven or expect anyone to want to do anything with me? Why did I even leave the janitor's closet, did I think an of this would've gone better than before?! I'm so stupid! I-I need to leave now!' Dibe spun around on her heel and dashed past the exit, rubbing her eyes as she ran down the hallways, trying futilely to cover er eyes with her hoodie even though it kept falling back off her head. She rubbed her eyes as she saw students walk by through the hall, likely trying to get to their rooms or houses, and she couldn't help but feel that they all knew of her complete and utter failure to be worth something to anyone.

Dibe ran, ran past the common area of Heaven, past the exit and even past her room as she threw open the janitor's closet and slammed the door shut before crawling into a tiny nook in the corner of the room and pulling her knees to her chest. She sat there for a few moments, simply wallowing in her own thoughts, 'I'm so sorry I'm back here after everything Prima...but I just...I'm sorry, I don't want to see anyone right now and..."
'So now you're back on one of your self pity thing hm? This is all so pathetic really...'
Silence....
'I don't want to see myself, I don't want to see myself in the mirror, I don't want to see my roommate, I just want to disappear'
Dibe shook her head, confused as to what was going on for a second.
'Oh, it looks as if you're starting to become more than passingly aware of us once again. How much longer can you keep us out of your conscious thought hm?"
Dibe felt the tears she'd fought for so long to keep inside begin to spill freely out at she tightly gripped the stone around her neck.
'Since you can finally hear the real me, I'll say it. You deserve to be alone, every time you're unhappy is another time you're just getting what you deserve you disgust me, and I hope you die in this closet
Dibe held her head in her hands. She had thought she was done with these thoughts, she thought she had beaten them and she was ready to come out and be around other people!
'I should've never been found...'
But she had been proven wrong by the fox who finally explained how stupid her pursuits were, by the tall fox-cat-girl who let her know just how meaningless her word was, and by Kast who reminded her how uneeded she was...
'Tell us, what what be lost if you were to perish?'
Still...there was always tomorrow. If she could do well tomorrow, maybe she could forget about today....yeah, all she had to do was make it to tomorrow, and that would be easy, right?
'You'll block us out again soon enough, but until then feel free to enjoy our company.'
....right?

Tags: SpiritOwl metalcity Violetti Mistborn
Location: Common Room/Dorm
Mood: I thought I was getting sleep tonight..."

Mac is Back​

Mac watched with interest as 'Aine' scrubbed away at Éanna's feathers, clearing them of the mushrooms that were previously on them. Mac couldn't help but snort at the display and mutter under his breath, "Magic is always fucking weird ain't it..." Nodding as he looked at the bird's feather's, Mac quirked a brow as Éanna moved his hand closer to 'Aine's' but went along with the bit anyways for the bird's sake, "Oh goodness, you've clearly been blessed by the goddess Aine now! It is a shame that giving to many gifts in one day will deplete her magic source, otherwise I would surely ask such a lovely goddess for a blessing as well! But alas, I would never ask that from Aine, after all she's the only thing that keeps the sun from crashing onto the Earth..."

Removing his hand from 'Aine' and ruffling Éanna's sudsy head, Mac turned to where Asad had left off for their room, feeling suddenly ten times more tired than before as all of the energy from the day caught up with him. Stifling a yawn, Mac turned to Éanna, "As a loyal follower of Aine, I'm simply to baffled to continue on for the day after seeing her miracles in the flesh. I need to go and sort my thoughts, please do continue watching this one though, you never know how far a fake Aine will go to prove that she's the real goddess..." Pulling away from Éanna, he patted his bird friend's head one last time, "I'll catch you tomorrow Tweetheart..."

Mac began to walk away once more, though paused before 'Aine' one last time and began to whisper into the green haired girl's ear, "Look, I know you're not a goddess, it's painfully obvious you're not, only reason I haven't called you out is because I find watching you squirm fun. Anyways, don't take the bird's money or else I'll report you to Plum...in fact, don't take his money and slip twenty bucks under my door later unless you want to get expelled. I expect it by the end of the night at dorm XX" Patting the girl's shoulder slightly as he walked by, Mac shoved his hands into his pockets and walked to his room....

(~~~)​

"Darling, I'm home~"

Mac came into the room and hut the door behind him, placing Asad's keys in a bowl to the side along with his day's earnings before kicking off his shoes ass he walked over to the couch on his side of the room and collapsed on it. Mac's side of the dorm was unlike everything else about his carefully crafted appearance in that it was practically normal in every way. There wasn't many major things that stuck out, nothing extravagant or anything, just a throw bed with blue sheets and a blanket, a dresser with a single picture frame on it that was always kept face down, and a single open window that overlooked moss covered rocks and had a vague smell of sea salt when you put your head by it. Beyond that, he had his couch and TV that he had placed on a stand, both of which were things not in fact magically created by the room, but where instead things he had scammed some poor saps out of god knows how long ago.

Turning on the TV with the symbol he'd learned at this point meant on, Mac was prepared to fumble his way into watching that one cool show with the big smiling muscle man and his green haired son that he watched, but then realized the unexpected guest in his room and sat up quickly, turning off the television to stare at Asad in confusion, "Okay there Robin, I know you do the flirting thing allot but I never excepted you to actually take one home. I mean, we never even talked about the noise it would make or anything...if you want I can head out into the hall for a bit and let you do your business, though I warn you if I do that, you'll owe me big time."

 

[SpiritOwl]

☀ Éanna ☀
☙ Puppeteering Parrot ❧
Current Location: Journey House
Éanna was very impressed with the Goddess's magic! Surely only godly magic and will could conjure forth such a potent field of fungus. Surely, this magic was instilled in the fungus! Éanna could not fathom the buffing power her scrub had given to him; he did not doubt her proximity blessed him with more power then foreseeable by ten thousand shamans! Truly Éanna was in elation, bliss, a great and unending glee. My my my, simply what had he done to deserve the great joys of the day? He chirped happily - not seeing why the great and powerful Aine would even bother to rebuke her opposer; was she a short-tempered goddess?!?! Would he get to witness her horrifying wrath! Oh, he dearly hoped so! Éanna liked the noises of distress Angelica made upon accidentally tasting something so revolting as fresh bird-soap-fungus, thinking that rather then language 'ewww ewwwww ewwwwwwwwwwwww' was merely some sort of sacred tweet. He would remember it, store it, for his early morning chants.

Éanna was shocked to hear the information as delivered from Mac! Not the holding up the sun bit, that was like, obvious Goddess duty; he wondered what would become of them should she let the sun fall - maybe one day he'd get to see! Or, would it be too dark? Would the god holding up the moon get lonely? But, he was surprised to hear the thing about her blessings being limited, and my! He had earned, three whole blessings?! 1.) A magical tincture of healing, 2.) A bountiful field of mushrooms, 3.) A douse of potent elixir - was he, favored by this petite goddess?!?! Éanna's eyes glittered with even more vibrancy then usual - what a lucky bird was he!

"Bye!" Éanna tweeted excitedly at Asad as the genie left in a blur after paying respects to the immaculate and skilled Goddess - his skepticism seemed to have been reasonably quelled! Éanna didn't think it was very wise of him to tote a drunken guy over his shoulders like that, but who was he to say? He was very absorbed in giving Aine's fine hairs several good pets with his available hand. It was during this moment of wishing he had a third hand, or perhaps, the innumerable of his own goddess, when Mac inched his away. Ah, it seemed he did not wish to try his luck with their lives via begging for blessing! Such a gen-er-ous soul, much like his goddess! Éanna wanted to push his luck all he could however, and went to petting Aine with double the hands! Yippee. He stopped momentarily in surprise as Mac ruffled his befeathered head - the gesture reminded Éanna of his dearly beloved cousin! Though - Mac's failure to lob any bricks at his delicate bird bones was a large separator between the two; like his cousin always said 'a brick well thrown, not near the home'! Which, translated wouldn't really be applicable to the situation anyway. Éanna cooed in a state of serenity, what a wonderful day!

Éanna looked up at Mac in admiration as he spoke - my, so much was he moved by witnessing the splendor that was Aine! "Éanna will stay vi-gi-lant!" he promised out of priority; though, he was surprised to find Mac still held doubts - who could doubt such a marvelous creature as Aine?! There before their very eyes - my my my, maybe it was do to her pseudonym as a love deity, when in reality, she was one of deception! Ha-ha fooling her subjects, so that when she tricked them, they thought it naught her! Surely if he was blessed with such bounties, it could only mean he had figured it out! He tweeted with two glees as Mac pet his head for a second time; one joy for the affection, and one for being a very smart bird boi when it came to deducing the intentions of goddesses - Éanna lifted his hand's from Angelica's hair to hold unto Mac's hand as it patted his birdie head - an extension of the good bye! But he did not make any effort to prevent Mac from withdrawing. He didn't want his friend's walls to shatter beneath the greatness that his goddess's visitage had provided to him if the act of groveling was difficult for him. Though Éanna wouldn't know what would be throwing him tomorrow, he would not mind if it allowed him to be caught by Mac. "Éanna, will, see Tíre later," he confirmed, the phrase feeling foreign to himself.

Éanna regarded Mac fondly as he started off; only to GASP a bird-like GASP when Mac let the load of info be dumped upon Angelica. He may have thought Éanna incapable of listening in on the whisper, what, with his bumbling bird self and harmless cutesy chirrups - but you best be believing that boy's ear-holes caught every lick of that conversation - what scathing brutality! Mac was an absolute beast! Éanna was beyond impressed! He chirped a series of disbelieving and wonderstruck chirps, Mac, was an absolute SAVAGE! If Éanna had an air horn, he'd be using it - well, if he knew the appropriate reaction to sick burns and tasty roasts. And didn't know enough not to upset deceit-wielding goddesses. Though he was struck with awe for Mac's aggressive harassment and blackmail of this poor girl, Éanna was also struck with a terror. That Goddess was holding up the sun!!! She could sooo kill Mac! Éanna didn't want Mac dead! Perhaps this was a ruse and Mac wanted to be struck dead by Aine's wrath?! Perhaps it was noble, but how ever could Éanna retrieve that precious mask if it were to be burnt by the unholy rays of the sun?!?! Oh no no no, Mac dying simply would not do! As soon as he turned his back, Éanna flung himself at Angelica, in an embrace!!!

Do to his fixation, however, rather then holding onto her like a normal person, he clung fretfully to her luxurious hair only - still petting it, in the hopes that it wasn't firmly attached to her head. "Éanna has faith The Goddess Aine is true," he chirped his most subservient chirps to show his piety, "please, murder not Tíre," he begged, totally chill with asking of things from gods without returning anything except gratitude. It was then that he recalled what the goddess had asked: 'What are...you plagigy doing?' those had been her words, and though it has been an awful long duration since the question had been asked - and responding to it now would be very weird; but maybe, just maybe the change of subject would make her forget about Mac totally annihilating her. There was just one problem the bird had towards answering the question, he hadn't the faintest idea what a plagigy was! He tweeted mournfully, and, oh dear, wiped at the eye slots in his mask with Angelica's hair, "Éanna, Éanna 'an learn the way of plagigy?" He deterred sneakily; hopeful, that this topic change would make her forget all about Mac! Then again, how could one decieve the goddess of deceit?! If she was going to destroy the sun in a fit of rage, he hoped he'd at least get to be outside when she did.

metalcity Loony_Bin Violetti Mistborn​

 

[Lotusy]

Wayne

Wayne smiled, rocking back and forth on his heels as he watched Omen King accept his praise - and despite his lack of facial features, Wayne could tell for sure that his new friend was happy from his little expressions. He shared in Omen King's chiming laugh, amused at the bedazzled being's consistent bashfulness. To a more vain being, Age of Weakness's appearance and abilities may have been used for simple showboating, but Wayne admired how much this being could keep his modesty intact. "I'm sure you'll become more comfortable with them here - tons of other people are gonna tell you that you're awesome, too!" Of course, Wayne's attention caught on Omen King's slight pause in speech. In that moment, the water elemental felt a slight tinge of fear. Perhaps he had gone too far? A game of praise could only stretch on for so long, after all. Ripples spread across his skin, the equivalent of a nervous shake. He'd showered Omen King with so many compliments - perhaps he had sounded disingenuous?

His fears were assuaged as Omen King seemed to lighten up, deflecting Wayne's praise straight back to him. The effortlessness with which the being had done it left Wayne doing a double take, which eventually faded into good-natured surprise, like a spectator fooled by a magic trick. Oh, you sly dog. Why was I worried? "Oh, please! I had to have something remarkable to bump into! After all, a reflection like me needs to see greatness to show greatness!" Like a player of compliment tennis, Wayne redirected the ball of praise back to Omen King's court, smiling all the while. Thankfully that his friend was still in good spirits, Wayne allowed himself to relax as he listened to Omen King talk. "Like I said, I'm sure Carpy would love to meet you. I think he went to the restroom last I saw him, so I might introduce you tomorrow..." He trailed off as Omen King mentioned returning to the desert. "Oh, if you ever go back, I'd love to tag along too! I've never been to a 'desert' before - it but your projection made it seem amazing!"

As Omen King fell silent, Wayne followed suit, content to leave his friend undisturbed in thought. Granted, he could only wonder what had captured Omen King's attention so raptly - more memories, perhaps? Ah, I can't tell. In the meantime, Wayne fell into his own thoughts, engrossed in the idea of trying to show his friend something cool in return. I mean, he's probably seen everything! What's left for a poor elemental to do?

Once Age of Weakness finally resurfaced, mentioning the day being invigorating, a lightbulb went off in Wayne's head. "Aha! That's it!" He exclaimed, seemingly out of the blue in his timing. "Why don't we play a game? I know there's probably nothing new that I can show you, but fun is always new and invigorating, right?" Confident in his idea, the water spirit's chest puffed out a little in pride. Once he peeled back the curtain to take a peek outside, however, he winced, noticing that the night had already settled. "Well, it's actually a bit to dark outside to play sports. You know sports, right? Those silly humans find the weirdest new ways to kick, throw, or hit balls - ah, but I digress. We should probably be getting back to our rooms, shouldn't we?" He suggested, giving his friend a little nudge in the direction of the dorm wing. "But while we walk, we can play a word game! How about it?" Wayne took a few steps in the direction of their rooms, explaining the rules as he walked. "For this game, all one of us has to do is say a word, and the other one says the first thing that comes to mind for them! For example, if you say 'Omen King,' I would say 'a cool dude!'" There we go! This is a great way to pick his brain and tell him some stories - nice one, Wayne! Wayne gave himself a mental high-five, though he realized that he should probably give his friend a word to work with. "Alright! To start, what do you think what I say the word 'water'?"

Foxu

 

[Silvis]

Kareek - Little


Kareek paid no mind to the prey surrounding this prey that his fairy-prey servant said wasn't a prey. "Oh so you can understand me as well. So why aren't you afraid of me fairy prey?" Despite having spent some time around the wizard Kareek didn't recognize this prey as a magical being. If he had he'd probably have been trying to bite him.

Then he registered that they were supposed to be going to their prepared rooms and despite his rising ire at being told what to do he thought it best to go shopping with it. It did seem that his fairy-prey servants were roomed together though. it seems the school also provided me a servant called a Cayman. "If we are to go to our rooms can you bring me my room so I can meet this Cayman prey?" Kareek thought nothing of changing the topic or asking them to do this for him.

Interactions: Jon ( GingerBread ) Mika ( okmelonn )

 

[GingerBread]

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Jonathan

Interacting

Kareek the cute snek
Karma
Syke the plant gril
Cayman the liz[ard]man
Heccate the which
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Location

Haven House​

Notes

N/A​

Stuff

N/A​

Tags

Silvis
okmelonn
Mistborn
SpiritOwl
Emmi​

Jon's face fell for a second as Mika pointed out that he could also speak to animals. It was a bit of a kick to the gut to find out that his awesomely cool unique power, was not as unique as he had thought. "Oh.. Well, I bet it's not as cool as my talking to animals.. Plus I can fly! I bet you can't.. do... that" Jon realised as he was speaking that the witch boy was currently hovering in the air, even if it was with the use of a broom, it sort of undermined his point. Jon was hoping that someone would change the topic quickly so no one would catch his mistake and as if the school was on his side for once today, Mr plum started announcing the roommates. Before Jon even had a chance to process the fact that he was gonna be roomed with the cute witch, Mika had already exclaimed it. For a brief moment a smile threatened to overtake his moody expression; This was the best thing that had happened to him today. "Great!" He exclaimed before catching himself and adding in a more sarcastic tone. "I can't wait to be roommates with a loser like you"

When Kareek asked to be taken to his room, to meet the Cayman that he was roomed with, Jon quickly took the opportunity to get out of the situation he was in before he ended up destroying his carefully crafted Facade. "Yeah.. I can take you to meet whoever Cayman is.. I bet he's a lame loser like everyone else though.. probably not even good enough to be a servant to someone as cool and bad-ass as you. But I guess you have to room with such a lame loser, just like I do.. the school is so unfair.." Jon was about to leave, when he realised that he had no idea where Kareek's room was. "Um.. where is your room Kareek? Do you know your room number?"

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]Nyx

Interacting

Pluto
The Snakes
Kast
Dibe
Rae
Emma
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Location

Nurses Office​

Notes

Nyx is now a fox, for anyone confused, take a look at his character sheet
Fox boi ready to bolt​

Stuff

N/A​

Tags

Violetti
Emmi
Lotusy
TheImmortalDeity​

Nyx glared up at Emma as she took away his cover and barrier from being kitnapped by Rae once again. 'You stupid fucking bitch! Why the fuck would you take away the thing blocking me from being kidnapped by that crazy bit-' Nyx cut his sentence short as he noticed Rae lunging towards him to try and kidnap him once again. He took a leap of faith towards Kast, successfully landing on her chest as Emma carried her bridal style 'Ha! Take that you psychotic cat bitch. You're not getting me again today Fucker!' Nyx squeezed himself in between Emma and Kast the best that he could, to make it harder for Rae to take him. He was well aware that he couldn't actually do much to fight Rae off in this form, but he could make it harder for her to actually get him. 'Leave, now let's fucking go before that crazy bitch tries anything. If I get taken again, I'll make sure you two fuckers regret it'

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[Foxu]

Omen King

Location: Logica Halls || Interacting: Lotusy || Mentioned: N/A

“That sounds lovely!”, Omen King was gladdened to think that other students would like him as well. “I do hope I don’t find them underwhelming after meeting you,” Age of Weakness laughed a himself a bit after saying it, “How rude of me, I suppose it’s more likely that I’ll continue to witness marvels here, I’ve been amazed thus far.” It was hard for Omen King to imagine something more impressive than taking the form of any liquid, were there similar and even more bizarre abilities to be seen? The constant excitement of the thought continued to fill the entity with joy. He had not been aware enough to notice Wayne’s fleeting concern.

Omen King was entertained by Wayne’s response to his compliment,” I must admit that that is very true!” he swayed backwards slightly, seeking to balance himself a bit better. “ If you are able to, I would be greatly appreciative, I am trying to get better at introducing myself to people. It is rather hard for me, as I am unsure of how to approach doing so. It might not be as intimidating if it’s your friend. I’m learning all the time.” Carpy, It sounded like the name of a nice person to Age of Weakness, who didn’t necessarily understand that names weren’t always indicative of the behaviors of those who had them. Judging books by their titles hmm? His tone grew enraptured after Wayne expressed interest in going to the dessert,” Oh, that would be such fun! There are countless wonders there, it is one of my favorite places”, his chorus of a voice abruptly became much quieter than it had been throughout their conversation, “Unfortunately, I am afraid it is very dry and unrelentingly hot there, I might be afraid for your health in that situation.” Omen King thought of the people carrying flasks of water with them in their journeys across the sands and regained hope in the idea.

Omen King was surprised at Wayne’s sudden exclamation, the proposition of a game? He was instantly intrigued and he nodded at the idea in anticipation. Tilting his head to gaze outside when his friend pulled back the curtain,” I can’t say I know much about sports, but if they involve kicking and throwing I may not be the best at them.” He laughed once more at this,” I would be bested in any sport I believe, though they do sound interesting. Humans are full of ingenuity!” Omen King wanted to see other students play a sports game at some point now. So many different ways to play what was in essence the same thing? It sounded astounding. “You’re right, it is about time for that!” he moved in the direction he’d been nudged in, a little further than expected. He began to walk instep with Wayne, listening to the rules of the game. He’d never played a word game before, or any game really for that matter.

Water? Omen King didn’t want to ramble on and bore Wayne about all the things he could think of, he tried to focus on his first initial thought, as was the intent of the game. “When I think of water I’m reminded of its great beauty, it is what keeps the earth alive, most living things require it to survive. I was lucky enough to see the sun rising over the ocean in my travels, the way the early rays of light struck the surface and reflected was perhaps the most moving sight I have ever beheld- Oh I simply must show you it sometime! It was dazzling.” The being said excitedly, glad to recount the memory, he sought through his mind to find a good word,” What about the word temperature?” Omen King could not feel shifts in heat and cold very well, he often wondered what they were like.
​

Synnøve Åse

Location: Her Dorm Room || Interacting: N/A || Mentioned: N/A

Synnøve, feeling that first days of school were always the longest and most grueling, had avoided leaving her dorm room all day. She’d taken up the task of decorating her side of the room, adorning the walls with posters of her favorite bands. She’d never listened to most of them, but she thought the members looked cool enough to have their faces plastered all around her. Along with these bright images, she’d hung up pages from alchemic literature that had piqued her interest. She’d haphazardly dumped her clothes into her dresser, socks and tops poking out from being overstuffed. Wrinkles were no issue to Synnøve, she’d been too busy arranging her herbs, profuse amount of garlic, incense burning lamps, two full miniature armies of tin soldiers, and counterfeit BJDs. Was it excessive to bring all of this? Yes. Was it worth it? Yes! As the day dwindled away to night and the girl started to feel truly at home, she began to lament having spent the whole day in her dorm room. What if she’d missed some newbie student who was an obvious practitioner of evil magic? Over her years at the school, Synnøve had always longed to locate an unsavory overt group rising up in the dank corridors of Lakoria. She had vowed this year, that if nobody else started a cool cult she’d make her own. What she lacked in wisdom she made up for in perception and pluck, she was sure to spot evil if it were close at hand!

“There has to be at least one cool satanic god in attendance this year who is looking for followers- I hope members get rad cult robes to wear, oh my gosh!” The idea of occult cloaks was endlessly exciting. She promised herself she’d remain vigilant tomorrow as she flung herself face-first into her bed with a loud whump. Synnøve was not prepared for the impact to hurt as much as it did. Whining as she rolled over to look at the ceiling above her. After a long day of doing absolutely nothing she was tired.​

 

[Mistborn]

Elliott
Current mood: Drunk and going to get even drunker
Familiar’s form: Currently not visible
Location: Asad & Mac’s Room
Interacting with: Violetti Loony_Bin
Mentioned: N/A

Stumbling off towards his dorm at a not-so-quick pace, Elliott couldn’t help but laugh at Asad’s comment on his choice to leave. “Don’t worry ‘bout me! I’ll be alrig-“ His statement was cut short as Asad hoisted him up and onto his shoulder, putting a rather uncomfortable amount of pressure on his stomach and sending a wave of nausea through him. He groaned as he was whisked away from the halls and into Asad’s dorm, every step that Asad took threatening to make Elliott hurl and causing his backpack to jangle as its contents shifted around.

After Elliott was finally set down again, his pack falling off of his shoulders and falling over on its side, he leaned back against it and let out a full sounding burp, covering his mouth with one hand as he felt a few solid bits come up with it. Looking around the room, Elliott was surprised at the decorations. They were much different than anything that he had ever seen growing up and looked pretty expensive. Was all of this real? As Asad made a statement on his choice of wishes, he was left just a little bit confused. Wasn’t he just gonna make the drinks? “Now that I’ma thinkin’ ‘bout it... maybe...”, his voice trailed off as Asad’s body shifted and changed. He would’ve been afraid, maybe even terrified of the sight, if he hadn’t grown up hearing stories and fairytales as a kid. He was in the presence of a real Genie! Instead, he was left speechless as an awed look spread across his face while Asad conjured up his desired drinks; sodas and bourbons to mix, a case of beer (Bud Light of course), a pair of pint-sized jars labeled “spirits”, and finally a handful of different whiskeys, accompanied by shot glasses of course.

As he reached forward and picked up one of the whiskey bottles, making sure that it was actually real, a simple thought echoed in his head. Wait... so I could’ve wished fer anythin’? His attention was dragged back to Asad as he mentioned drinking more and sharing secrets. “I don’t got no secrets, but I’ll take the booze!” The comment was mostly true, Elliott wasn’t the type of guy to keep secrets, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have any. As Asad mentioned getting wasted and making it the best first day of the year, Elliott could only laugh and agree. “I’m way ahead of ya on that one!” Barely noticing as Mac walked in, Elliott ended his statement by picking up two of the shot glasses and pouring out a shot of whiskey for the both of them, somehow managing to not spill any of it, before holding one of the glasses out to Asad with a smile on his face.​

 

[SpiritOwl]

✾ Syke ❀ Cria ✾
✽❋⚘✿Miniature Mage✿⚘❋✽
Current Location: Haven House
"Thank you ever so much!" Syke insisted once Cayman had turned her the right way 'round, she really did appreciate standing on her own two feet rather then her single beflowered head. She peered out in the direction of the individuals Cayman wandered near and was immediately MIFFED upon overhearing the fairy's speech! Couldn't he spot a verifiable hero when he was planted so close before them?!?! Syke was certain that someone of such worth should be recognized upon sight. It was no doubt she'd be thrown into many rages do to people failing to spot the shy and socially diminutive lizard boy in the days ahead.

"Excuse you," she hallooed, noticeably not using a more polite 'excuse me', "Cayman's right here!!!!" Syke gesticulated wildly, probably unintentionally slapping Cayman's face once or twice in her enthusiasm. She did not like this fairy one bit!!!! Not if he was going to insult her hero like that!!!! Well, she did like the look of him, but a pretty face meant nothing with such a sour disposition!!! She crossed her arm stalks and puffed forth her chest; the forward lean of her body, really made her position seem precarious. One dramatic move in the wrong direction and she'd be spiraling off of Cayman and back down to her doom. "And," she boasted, "he, is precisely the opposite of a loser!" She dropped an arm to dramatically bump the other against where a heart would be, had she had one, "He saved my life!" She announced. before glancing down and spotting Kareek once more. She let out a gasp, covered her beaky mouth, and all at once - felt rather woozy upon gazing at the beast! Her legs, went weak before her, and she wobbled forwards on uncertain stumps, luckily, she was not sent tumbling off again, as her arms outstretched to grip the fabric of the hood. She shook in fear of the magnificent Kareek, interpreting him, as a beastly creature of terrors beyond her wildest imagination, and did she ever have an imagination. She briefly wondered who this 'Kareek' the fairy kept talking about was. Had she realized it was the snake, she would surely faint!
Mistborn GingerBread Silvis okmelonn

☁ Mistral ❅ Aquilo ☁
✧・ﾟ:*Magical Uniboy*:・ﾟ✧
Current Location: Logica House Boy's Weeb Baths ; Logic Halls; Mistral's and Raziel's Dorm​

Mistral, was, without any doubt clouding his mind, a natural beauty - and though beauty was more than skin deep, according to many an account, and though without any effort on his part he remained free of blemishes - or anything he would possibly view as an imperfection upon his being; Mistral knew, that in order to demand respect, one had to first give respect to themselves. For this truth he had gathered not only the essentials, oils were but an of course, but also - the luxuries, though if you asked for a differentiation between the two, Mistral would have trouble providing one that he personally believed in. When you were the best, you deserved as such - making everything, a true necessity.​

On either side of the sink he faced, and around the room in a little over a dozen instances Mistral had lit a candle. But not just any candles! The bland would never suffice for such a majestic being, no no - these were obviously magical candles, made from finest of angelic lele waxes - conjured over years and decades, filled with an electric tension that expelled into the air not only beautiful smells of petrichor, crisp winter air, freshly cut grass, and myriad of other beckoning aromas - but, the powerful feeling of beginning. For what fragrance could compliment a unicorn more, than that first burst of hope and inspiration?

Mistral had already ensured the integrity of his concealed smile and the mintiness of his breath. The sound of water rushing from the faucet bounced gently round the basin, upon finding the water's temperature to be adequate - which is to say, perfect - Mistral guided his face towel, which was fluffier yet then the picturesque appearance of clouds across the sky, into the water and onto his face - engulfing himself, in the sensation of lightness. One might think it is no great feat to relax within a bath, but those, were the ones not treating themselves proper. Mistral massaged his face with soaps of purity removing clays and coals before rinsing it once more in the refreshing sink water - for all its perfectness, it was nothing compared to the springs of his homeland; but it was sufficient, coming from springs all the same.

The remaining water in the tap bubbled to the bottom as Mistral balmed his heels with an alleviating poultice, whose origins took millennia to explain - and powers went by incomprehensible to the modern world yet, before beginning a bath and stepping into a shower. As the tub filled, Mistral was not at all rushed with his initial washing, how many sensational scrubs, jubilating jellies, befitting bars and beauteous body washes could a single horse have stored in their arsenal?! It appeared as though it was a number surpassing an entire Bath and Bodyworks warehouse. Each product slipped adoringly across his figure in a smooth and coiling manner, but offered no help in supplying the body with any nourishment it did not already possess; causing a unicorn to become more healthy, more timeless, more lovely? Impossible, and every soap claiming it could was duplicitous but innocuous; yet the oxymoron of it all, complimented by soothing smells and pleasant thoughts amused the unicorn.

Doubtless, he spent more time working charmingly crafted shampoo and conditioner into his hair, the mane event of the ordeal, really. Though the fragrances were more subdued than the exciting and peculiar products that doused his skin, their effects were more efficient - with their aid his hair would not become a knotted mess of tangles. Though if they did become as such, it would serve to make his splendor no less brilliant or composure no less immaculate. The style would likely behoove him all the same. After spending an indeterminate amount of time admiring himself in a silvery offshoot of the shower Mistral departed and returned to the now fully drawn bath. It was obvious given his preparations, that casual bathing would not suffice for the unicorn. Within moments the water was saturated in fragrances favorable to the most entrancing of deities, rejuvenating tonics brewed by non other then ladies of the sky, a dash of powder with properties fabled to cure any and all illness, and two swirling bath bombs which collided in a phantasm of colors rumored to supply the user with limitless luck; all these Mistral knew to be true from the salesman peddling the supplies - though none could affect the ever well unicorn himself. Regardless of reality, the effervescent qualities of the water was pleasant to watch as all the contents swirled into a single uniform mixture. Not wishing to step into the carefully concocted bath before it reached peak consistency; Mistral sat on the side, lotioning his legs with a slave which protected the moisture in the organic bodies of salamanders as they swirled lazily in the pits of volcanoes; of course, it paled in comparison to the protective qualities of his own elegant complexion. He observed the solution as it combined. Mistral reasoned, as the water turned from transparent and reflective, to minty, sparkling and sprinkled in petals, that either option would have been an acceptable one to bathe within - but neither was the most optimum.

He slipped into the bathwater in a movement as refined as his being - taking care to not let sopping hair wallow in the surface via pulling it back and out of the way. It was difficult even for Mistral to tame such a small aspect of himself - but his efforts were, for the most part, successful. Though relaxed, his posture was poised. He stared at his knees with a scrutiny, before cupping his hands before him and breathing out a cool cloud which fell into rain within his palms - in it, he smugly observed his own reflection. Though it rippled, he determined - as he had countless times before - he possessed not a single poor angle! No matter how close or far he brought his makeshift mirror, he he tilted his head up or down; his wavering reflection was an accurate and delightful miniature image, though it was unfortunately reversed, as mirrors had the tendency to be.

The amount of lavish enjoyment Mistral garnered from gushing in the direction of his own reflection was surely a numeral unfathomable to us all. Something, one could lose themselves trying to calculate, the exact same way Mistral lost himself - gazing into his eyes. Eventually the unicorn rose, wrapping himself up in a towel as plush as a field of baby geese - it absorbed the moisture as quickly as only an enchanted object can. Mistral moved once again towards the sink, there he buffed his horn with a cloth to ensure its glorious sheen; though it looked no less shiny before then after. With a great flair in his movement Mistral utilized a hair dryer, the fluff that his mane became no doubt put every persian cat and angora rabbit to shame.

Though he planned to sleep in his preferred equestrian form, Mistral shed his towel and pulled a night shirt over his head. Do to perhaps the white color, or qualities of the fiber - it did not take but a stray beam of light to leave his silhouette bare to the world; aware of his own glamour, Mistral wouldn't have judged wandering eyes too harshly. Mistral cleaned up as well as he could, failing to rinse the residues from the bottom of the tub and completely ignoring the puddles pooling all around the room but making sure to extinguish the many candles. Although he longed to be a pretty pony once again, brushing his hair as a unicorn would've been a great impossibility - and so, he set off to his dorm to get to brushing.

One would've been foolish to find the unicorn more or less beautiful then when he had first arrived; as his presence was one curiously continuous. Even though he had been surrounded by so many impressive scents, Mistral still smelled of Mistral - which, may or may not have been unfortunate depending on ones pension towards whimsical forest air.

Although the room had been quite bland earlier in the day, the half belonging to Mistral had been restructured from the basics into something which couldn't be reasonably deemed a 'room' but may have stood in some very mystical beings backyard. The floor of the barracks' side gave away to tall swaying grass, all the storage and shelving which had once existed were redesigned in the form of twisting roots, vines, and branches - making sure not to totally up heave all of Raziel's earlier work when it came to putting away the unicorn's bountiful possessions. Branches hung down from a roof that mirrored the sky, not the sky above Lakoria, but, somewhere else. The branches shaded the majority of Mistral's side and were firmly attached the the wall, which had transformed to take on the appearance of tree bark. Were it to actually belong to a tree, it would be impressively sized. The many full-length mirrors had somehow been merged into the faux tree. Smaller mirrors poked out from the many branches. Given the dark hour, the space was lit by floating lights, which aside from seeming ethereal - seemed eerie.

In the middle of the farthest wall from the door, stood the grandest mirror, and underneath it, the softest grass. It was here Mistral decided to sit down, after selecting one of his many brushes, and begin working through his tresses. All around, faint forest ambience could be heard. The chirping of crickets was for the time, the most noticeable sound.
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[Lotusy]

Wayne

Wayne could say he was excited - ecstatic, even - at the prospect of a journey into the "desert" Omen King had shown him. If the being himself was alright with the idea, it couldn't be all that bad, could it? "Countless wonders? I'd bet!" He replied, doing his best to imagine what exactly the desert held. Granted, he'd only seen sand at the bottom of his river, so the vast expanses of it he'd seen misled him into thinking the desert was a similar biome. That's just so cool! Maybe we'll find some fish there, and without water to swim in, I can actually get a good look at one! Maybe I can finally dig under the sand without the currents washing over it - oh, or maybe we'll find a "boat" there! I've always wanted to study a boat! Before he could dream too much, his focus drawn to Omen King's last comment, emphasized by his quieter, more serious tone. "O-oh. My health? I wouldn't worry about it! I'm sure there's nothing a little heat could do to me," Wayne brushed off the warning, naively unaware of a little phenomenon called "evaporation". "Besides, I wouldn't want to slow you down!"

As they walked, Wayne found himself happily surprised at how seriously Omen King was taking their word game. Taking note of Omen King's rapt attention, and even being considerate enough to match paces with Wayne (despite his looming stature), he couldn't help but smile a little. At this point, he'd almost wished they could've played something more sport-y... maybe Omen King would like that basket-ball game the humans played? The water spirit took a mental note to bring up a real sport next time, though he didn't dwell on it for too long. After all, his friend had already given an answer to the first word of their game. "You make a good point," Wayne piped up, dwelling a bit longer on the topic of water. "I mean, not about the beauty part - that would be vain of me - but the whole 'life-giving' thing is so... honorable, I guess I'd say? It's always flattering, knowing I can be part of something greater than myself. I mean, I remember the first time I saw an animal drink from my river, and how the elder spirits taught me about our importance in some 'circle of life' - it's inspiring and humbling at the same time." A memory resurfaced for Wayne, causing him to break out in a chuckle. "Oh, and the first time a deer actually drank me was a shock too - but I'll tell you later!" He laid off the story for the time being, not wanting to interrupt the flow of their word game.

"Now, as for temperature..." Wayne trailed off in thought, though he didn't pause for too long. "When I think of temperature, I think of a little balance. Whenever hot days roll around, it's so boily and uncomfortable, and we wish it was cold - but when the cold days come around, and we all freeze over, we wish it was warmer. Isn't that funny? It's such a fickle thing! Whenever we wish for something, temperature always gives it to us, but it always goes a bit too far. It's like one of those things human children play on... oh, the name escapes me right now." Wayne had seen a see-saw on his way to Lakoria, but he found himself frustrated to no end that he hadn't bothered to learn its name. He kept up his steady pace as he walked, racking his brain until he finally gave up. "Oh, I'm sure I'll remember later! But my point still stands. Temperature is really just inconsistent and excessive for most of the time..."

Now it was Wayne's turn to come up with a word. Feeling a bit tired, the elemental grasped mentally for anything he could think of, though none of it seemed interesting enough to ask Omen King. He slowed down, matching his deep concentration until he finally had an idea, coming to a full stop. "Alright! What do you think when I say the word sky?"

Foxu

Jay

Jay was trying his best to keep the Journey cabinet shut, but man - these drunk Journey kids could really pack a punch. Every time they pushed, the poor nurse's body shook violently, and he began wondering how much of his sanity he was willing to lose for that lousy paycheck. "Mister Jay, please help us!" A voice called from within the cupboard, followed by another crash. "Oh, heavens help me. What is it?" A vein popped on Jay's forehead as he strained to hold the cabinet shut, thinking about how much he was about to violate that "first do no harm" rule. A wave of complaints echoed from within the cabinet, ranging from "I cut myself on a bottle," to "I'm drunk and throwing up everywhere, help," to "someone ate my toes!" (again). In that moment, something snapped for Jay, and his voice became eerily calm. "Alright, alright. Settle down, kids. I'll get some beds ready for you - just give me a second." Confused murmuring came from the Journey kids, though they seemed to ease up on the door-pounding. Taking his chance, Jay quickly brought out a roll of duct tape form a nearby cabinet, taping the Journey cabinet so thoroughly shut that it seemed like a big, silvery pimple in his office. "There we go," he muttered, patting himself on the back. "All in a day's work."

Jay had been so engrossed in keeping that cabinet shut, however, that he'd barely missed the mass exodus of students from his office. He accepted Jackal's medication, though without knowing the shifter's name, he simply put the bottle on his desk, sitting in the "organize later" pile. He also noticed a bubblegum princess-like girl making her tearful escape, and felt a sudden urge to holler something after her, though he chose not to at the last minute. Chief among the runners, of course, was his most injured patient, although Jay supposed she wasn't really much of a runner in her state. Just as he was about to stop her, Emma dropped by with yet another saucy comment about being in his bed, causing Jay to overload, his mind going blank and his face going a bright shade of red. "W-wait, what? I mean, um..." He shook his head, regaining his senses just as Kast almost made her exit - almost. "Hey!" He called, dropping his duct-tape and running to the door of his office just as Emma was bridal-carrying the injured kitsune away.

"You there, miss uh... bite-girl!" Jay really needed to work on his names. "Hold on now. You've taken some severe head trauma today - it would be bad form to let you go if you're not at your healthiest." he raised his hands in the least-threatening way possible, feeling some skittishness in the air that made it seem necessary. "Don't worry about staying overnight, we've got cots in the back, I think your friend can vouch for them." He looked to Emma with that last comment, making sure he'd gotten that statement right. "And if you want, you can bring a friend, if that makes it any easier." He looked between the three other people in Kast's little group: another kitsune, who he assumed was a friend or a relative, Emma, who seemed close enough to the kitsune girl to be able to carry her, and... Nyx? The nurse was a bit surprised at that last one, giving Nyx a look that seemed to say, "I'm gonna need an explanation for this." Slightly unsure of the situation, he turned to three other students. "Do any of you three have a good case for taking care of her for the night?"

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[AI10100]

Erika Dubloit
Interacting with: Kerry ( Deathpelt ), Lilith ( Shagranoz )
Mentioned: ​

"Just don't worry too much about it Lily. You'll be fine." Erika assured her once more. However, this time, she floated downwards and placed a hand on the devil's shoulder and patted it. However, after the brief moment of touch, she retracted her hand all too quickly. While Erika knew fully well how to control how to shift, she tries not to do it all too much or too frequently. The longer she stays in physical form, the more strain it is on her energy. Besides, she hates the feeling of doing it.

In the midst of her inner thoughts, Kerry and Lily had talked about something. She only ever caught Lily's explanation of the seven realms of hell - aptly separated into the seven mortal sins. So at least they all got that right. That, or the devils decided to change things up when the humans started calling those seven sins... well, the seven sins. Who knows... she definitely wanted to. Fighting the urge to ask whether or not there was a library in Hell and if she could visit to know more about their history, she smiled as she listened and waited patiently before commenting.

"You've only lived there for a year?" Though that question wasn't intended to be asked, Erika's thought process seemed to ricochet back to Lily's first statement. Erika expected Lily to have been living there for all her life. She didn't know that some demons lived some of their life on Earth or in any other realm unless they have a contract or something. That's interesting to hear, really. "When Envy melts huh? That sounds like a nice phrase." She mused, a playful smile appearing back on her face. Yes, she will use that next time she has the chance to.

 

[Violetti]

• Asad

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  Elliott's lack of words doubled with his awed expression left much room for interpretation. Was he stricken with terror? Or did he find Asad's figure far from daunting? Regardless, Elliott was drilling massive holes into his entire form. Am I a circus creature? Step right up to see the freak of the century! Only $10 folks! But staring at the man's visibly erect tiddies poking through his shirt as if they were reaching out for him, he knew Elliott's thoughts, whatever they were of him, must have been innocent. These are no doubt, the erect tiddies of an innocent man.
  
  Asad continued to watch Elliott with interest, merely raising his eyebrows with amusement at his claim of harboring zero secrets. What a liar. Although the Jinn highly doubted the man's words, he would play into the deceitful visage the blonde boy tried so hard to possess. Or maybe, not so hard, as he appeared to be struggling to carry out simple actions. Feigning sincerity, the JInn replied, "Ah? Is that so? Then, cheers to no secrets!" He patiently waited for the boy to serve the shot glasses, chuckling at the sight of his unsteady hand. Perhaps a little more booze will cause him to drop his guard.
  
  Mac Daddy entered the room with an endearing greeting. Hearing the clank of his room key into the bowl beside the door, he couldn't help but grin to himself. Little does he know I've been misplacing his room key all this time. He gracefully took the shot glass as he twirled around to properly face his favorite selkie. "Welcome home, master~" He gurgled sexily said in a sultry tone as he winked. He downed the glass of whiskey in one swig as he poofed behind Mac Daddy, eager to tease the man. Any normal person might have given the man a kiss on the cheek or a subtle neck lick to arouse his attention. But no, not this Jinn!
  
  Asad leaned over and gave his mask a gentle nibble with his tender lips merely grazing the mask. Whispering into his ear with a velvet tone he mused, "If anyone owes anyone anything, it's you, my love. I saw that swipe you made earlier. Oh, poor Eanna!" Asad breathed in an antagonizing gesture. "If the poor boy discovered that his idol had betrayed him...oh, the humanity! How distraught he would be! My, his feathers might even fall off!" Playfully nudging the man, the Jinn grinned innocently, "But, I would never utter a word! Not if it would lead to the demise of you buddy!"
  
  Then, without allowing for another second to pass, Asad whisked his way back over to Elliot and poured another shot. This time, extending it out for the selkie to take. "Your words are rather bold. Sexy time, without you??" He brought the selkie closer to him with a tug of his shirt. Lifting his chin up with his index finger, he took a moment to hold his gaze. "I would never." Normally, this would mark the end of his harmless advances. Maybe it was the whiskey, maybe it was Elliott's burping, or just maybe it was his gay tendencies running rampant. But in this very moment, Asad felt something spark within him. A primal desire.
  
  "I can't hold back anymore..." Asad brought his face closer, his lips mere inches from Macs'. A hand wrapped around the man's waist, sealing off any means of escape. Then, without further hesitation, he took his thumb and wiped off a smudge on his mask. "This was bothering me for some time now. Don't worry, I gotchu man, I gotchu." Loony_Bin Mistborn
  
  

  
  

 

[Foxu]

Omen King

Location: Outside His Dorm || Interacting: Lotusy || Mentioned: N/A

Age of Weakness rearranged his kaleidoscopic robes, mustering up a sight from the desert to mention. He came to the conclusion that leaving it a mystery was more tantalizing and let the topic rest. Had Omen King been privy to Wayne’s inner thoughts he would have spoken of how the desert had once been underwater aeons ago but was now nearly devoid of water. He’d seen enough seashells and fossilized fish embedded in the sands to leave him convinced of this though, which had made the entity consider the circular nature of time during his trip through the arid land. However, he was no mind reader, and went on his merry way without even considering to bringing it up. “Oh really? I should never have presumed otherwise then. I was worried the sun would vaporize you.” Omen King laughed, assuming Wayne was immune to evaporation in some way, it seemed likely to him. “I doubt you would slow me down," he added reassuringly. Omen King didn’t fully believe that the two of them would someday explore the location together, it was so far away and there were other things the two had to do, but the idea made him happy nonetheless. He didn’t want to write it off.

Omen King nodded at Wayne’s words,” You and your people have great purpose, I’m awed by your freedom. Honorable! Oh, I should have used that word, yes that’s it. There’s a grandeur to it for sure, you must be very dependable!” He gave his final light chuckle, realizing that he lacked the ability to do such important things. What he was meant to do. His happiness wavered, and then plummeted, how dare he be envious of his friend. It was good that Wayne had such a goal and reason! He brightened again, quickly talking himself out of his spiral of sorrow. “A deer drank from you?”, Omen King sounded astonished,” I would have been terrified if that happened to me.” His interest was instigated, and he looked forward to hearing the full story someday.

“So temperature is a bit like the human concept of karma in a way?”, Omen King asked, “If that is not stretching the concept too far.” He spread out his hands as if he were flattening a piece of paper before him. “A sort of reminder of it?” The being shrugged at himself, he wasn’t entirely familiar with the notion he’d brought up.” I can certainly picture a balance between their equal powers in my mind. It makes sense! It’s important, just like water, because the cold brings death to crops, fertilizing the ground, so that stronger ones can rise in their place.” Omen King seemingly didn’t understand that seasons weren’t caused by temperature shifts, but that the opposite was true. He gazed at the numbered plates of the doors, searching for his,” The sky is a great void, our gateway to the unknown.”, he reached up to the ceiling, nearly touching it. “It holds the sun and countless other celestial bodies, I have heard that many stars have already died, but their light still reaches us. It reminds me of how the things from out past can still come back to us and remind us of what is important. My home is a lofty mountain, whose peak breaks the clouds and touches the heavens. The air is so clear there, I feel as though I could breathe forever. Like water and the seasons, the sky is beautiful too.”, Omen King said with certainty,” I think I love the sky, it is a place of great happiness.” His voices sighed pleasantly. Omen King stopped outside of the door to his dorm, tilting his head to the side,” Hmm for our fourth and final word…”, he thought for a moment,” How about ‘goodbye?’” Omen King was pleased with himself, he thought it was clever! But was goodbye one word or two? He wasn’t sure how it looked spelled out. Had he broken the rules of the game? Omen King had to admit he felt a little sad at the sound of it, this had all been such fun! But all good things ended he imagined, to give way to new ones. As all seas became deserts. He listened for his friend’s response.​

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

Kast​

"Of course we can talk-" In a yelp of surprise, Kast abruptly found herself being scooped up by someone that was definitely not Dibe. Closing her eyes shut, she didn't dare look at the perpetrators face. "Oi, watch where ya hands are goin', ya hear?!" she cried out, finally opening her gaze to see Emma's familiar visage. Blinking once or twice, she listened to Emma's explanation, finding it hard to justify why she wasn't allowed to do just that. "Uh, yeah, that's true, but I actually wanted- Oi, Dibe, where ya headin' off to?!" How did everything begin to crumble around her so quickly? Before she was able to reach out a hand in Dibe's direction, a small ball of fur pounced onto her plushie stomach, making Kast create a sound akin to a deflating balloon.

"Dibe, nooooooooooo," Kast wheezed, watching as her newest colleague escaped, their hands rubbing frantically at their eyes. In an instant, there was no doubt in Kast's mind that her popularity had plummeted yet again. Now not only was she seen as the latest rocket ship, but she was a liar, too. If she was able, Kast would've barreled down the hallways after her starry-eyed companion, but alas, she couldn't and was stuck in the arms of her revered servant. Giving Emma a sorrowful look, the tiny kitsune knew that she wasn't able to hold a grudge against the woman and decided to snuggle up in her embrace instead, Nyx still in tow.

Though the pain of losing a possible friend still stained Kast's heart, the security that Emma always bestowed upon Kast was oddly reassuring in her time of need. Caressing one of Nyx's ears in between her thumb and pointer finger, Kast grumbled to herself in a childish manner. "O' course you is allowed ta pick me up. I jus' wanted ta give someone else a chance, ya know?" Burying her head into Emma's shoulder, she hid away from the outside world, only bringing herself back to reality oh, there goes gravity when the nurse began to speak up.

For a moment, Kast believed that she had gotten herself in trouble once more. Her body froze, and as Jay spoke, she held tightly onto Emma's shirt, not wanting to be torn away from her, too. Soon after, however, she was relieved to hear that she was allowed not only a room in the nurse's office, but a friend to have a sleepover with as well. Peeking up her head and giving Emma a wicked smile, she nudged the gorgeous girl lightly with her elbow. "Ya mind bunkin' with me tonight?" she offered, now turning her consideration to Nyx as well. "You can join us too if ya want, Lil guy."

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[Violetti]

• Nikiri

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  There was something eerie about the man's voice, and as he stepped off the bleachers to close the distance between them, the neko fought the urge to step back further. He began rambling off nicknames for himself, and to be quite honest, the woman wasn't expecting such a wave of information. However, she did her best to store each name into her mind. NekoLover69...?? Just what is this guy playing at...is he trying to get me to lower my guard? As he continued his little speech, Nikiri only grew more confused. Retribution? Gifts?
  
  This man, NekoLover69, was clearly boasting about himself. The forest guardian decided that he must have been no more than another narcissist aching for attention and glory. She would not give into his whims or feed his ego. "The only reward you'll be receiving today is-" Nikiri flinched as NekoLover69 neared her face. His sudden movement caused her ears to flatten in surprise. He gripped her body with his strong and hypnotic gaze, immediately silencing her. What was this feeling? Faltering was unusual for the woman, and yet, here she found herself floundering in the presence of this man. Was it the sacred cloth's doing?
  
  Her ears burned red with embarrassment and a hint of rage. J-Jewel??!!! The man's voice remained sincere, and that was, perhaps something that disturbed Nikiri the most. He carried such a cryptic aura, rendering her vulnerable with such a penetrating stare. She had no choice but to avert her eyes, and focus on the details of his mask instead.
  "Show me what makes you so special, make yourself recognized for generations to come." The sentence resonated within her, causing her to regain the majority of her poise. This was a challenge, a d-d-d-d-duel. If she allowed the enemy to shake her before the battle even began, then she's already lost. And that was unacceptable.
  
  She would just have to show NekoLover69 the extent of her rarity. She would prove herself as the ultimate forest guardian!! A sly grin crossed her face as she dipped into one of the pouches along her belt, drawing out a blaze of relatively harmless embers and tossing them at the man's face as a distraction, before using her staff to swiftly sweep his feet off the ground. As he descended backwards onto the ground, Nikiri followed suit, looming over his body with her knee pressed firmly against his chest. She held her long, wooden staff across his neck. "Recognize your reward yet?" She hissed mildly. Because his only reward would be defeat, in the face of justice!! Perhaps, if the man surrendered now with a sincere apology, she might forgive him.
  
  Although the neko now enveloped herself in confidence, would it be enough to repel NekoLover69's erratic behavior and hazardous desires? TheImmortalDeity
  
  

  
  

 

[Mistborn]

Cayman
Location: Haven common room
Current form: Human
Interacting with: SpiritOwl GingerBread Silvis
Mentioned: okmelonn

Listening in on the conversation between Mikaela and Jon, it was hard not to when they were right in front of him, Cayman realized that the longer he spent listening to the fairy the more he began to dislike him, leading him to pinch the bridge of his nose and close his eyes. Whether it was the fact that he was trying really hard to seem cool or because he used the word “loser” as if it were a vital part of every sentence, he just simply didn’t enjoy being close to this boy. He quietly sighed and brought the hand on his face down to his collarbone laying palm up, offering it to Syke as a place to stand. “It’s quite alright Syke, I’d rather not draw attention to myself anyway.” He wanted to diffuse the situation before it got any worse, and the first thing he could think of was to take Syke to her room. Thinking back to the list of roommates that Plum had rattled off, he remembered Syke’s room number and her roommate, someone named Umeki. “Syke, would you like to go find your room now? It is getting a bit late.”

At Jon’s remark of being “cool” because he served a snake he could only raise an eyebrow. Did he really just say that being someone’s servant is cool? If he really thinks that... He silently sighed, maybe Jon wasn't being serious. It's hard to tell when someone who's such a tsun so edgy is genuinely being sincere. When he mentioned something about roommates Cayman finally decided to interject, clearing his throat with a small cough. “I know where your room is Kareek, I’m Cayman.” He kept his voice very even and calm while speaking, managing to hide away the growing irritation the he currently held towards Jon.​

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

NekoLover69​

To put it frankly, NekoLover69 (yes, we're going with this name now) wasn't at all prepared for what Nikiri had in store for him. Just as he believed that his act of being a macho main protagonist had really struck a chord with the feline, she went ahead and quite literally swept him off his feet. What really surprised NekoLover69, however, was how much symbolism that his darling had put into her strikes. To think she would use the embers to demonstrate her passion for him or trip him to articulate that he was going to definitely fall for her! If it weren't for the fact that her knee rested so unyieldingly over his heart, he knew that he would be gripping it in giddiness. Now then, how was he supposed to reciprocate those very feeling back to her, to give her a taste of his pure-hearted yearning?

That was when the answer struck him over the head like how he wished Nikiri would do to him with that staff of hers. Similar to any sort of dance or display of passion, this was to play out in a series of back-and-forth, a performance of love so to speak. The only way to win her heart was to beat her, and once he asserted his undeniable dominance as not only her protector but as her hero, only then was she going to accept his whims and allow herself the blessing of death and eventual resurrection. It wasn't obvious, but as the neko basked in her own glory, a variety of seals began to glow, a dismal pressure overtaking the entirety of the school gym. Soon enough, a foul stench that was akin to a rotting corpse filled the air, and without hesitation, a pair of hands yanked the woman off of the fragile cultist, a miasma of decay exuding from the newest arrival.

There she was in all of her unholy glory, Victoria. The sight of her was enough to make NekoLover69's stomach clench in devastation. When was the last time he brought forth his first experiment? When was the last time that he laid eyes on the very stepping stones of his work? It was back when he was a young and naive boy, still trying to understand the deeper workings of his art, and where he committed his first mistake as an apprentice Nekomancer. Yes, this decomposing lump of putrid flesh was his first love and the one that spiraled him into the man that he was today. She was, down to the very core, the reason why his dedication to the neko race became so desperate, and why he wishes that his human restrictions were swept away, for even he was unable to save her.

In the eyes of Nikiri, she must've felt the undeniable strength that came from a construct that felt no pain and wasn't held back by the typical limitation of a living being. Victoria's grip was unsettlingly rough, and only when NekoLover69 made a gesture did she loosen it. They were a puppet, a mere shadow of what could've been a flawless restoration of an otherwise healthy neko. She was NekoLover69's greatest regret, and yet she was the only product that he was able to prove to the world. He had never successfully brought a neko back from the dead, but he wished to change that, starting with Nikiri. Clapping his hands together, purposefully averting his gaze from his own undead servant, the toweled figure cackled with glee.

"I never wanted you to see this," he said in legitimate despair, "but you've left me no choice! The love I hold for our encounter is unbearable, and I cannot simply let you go so easily," he said, stepping back a good distance from the beautiful being. "Despite our arrangement, I am going to have to cut this dance of youthful fervor short. I do hope that you can find it within yourself to forgive me, my dear. I am doing this for the good of humanity- no, the world! Your death will pave the way to unlimited greatness, and forever will you be deemed as the living embodiment of undeniable splendor, a goddess walking among the living! And so, I will answer your question with one of my own. Who is the one truly receiving the reward in this situation? You or me?"

Violetti

 

[okmelonn]

Mikaela

Interacting With

ending interaction with jom

Current Location

haven house commons --> jom n mila's room!

Notes

muST PLEASE FAIRY BOY

Stuff

broom-chan! --> a ball of edgy yarn and size 10 knitting needles

Tags

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Mikaela took a minute to glance down at his broom, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Ha.. Ha ha.." He said quietly, eyes softening slightly at the idea of Jon truly only having two powers. Was he feeling self-conscious? Bad? Pessimistic? He couldn't have that! "I really think that your powers are cool, you know! I..I'd love to have really pretty wings like yours!" Even sad and crestfallen, Mikaela couldn't pass up the opportunity to boost the ego of a fellow peer, and new-found friend! He smiled at the other. "Yeah, I can't wait to be your roommate, too!" Mikaela clasped his hands in front of him, giving Jon a wide and minimally teary-eye'd smile.
Ah, it seemed like all the interactions were dying down.. Mika supposed it was time to head to his room and finish up decorations. He hoped that Jon would be okay with them! Twisting himself back around on the wooden stick of the broom, he took off above the crowd. Still a bit lost and fuzzy, possibly from the tears he had cried as well as the exhaustion of moving in that same day, his head bumped against the ceiling. The witch-boy let out a yelp before frowning and jetting away on his broom, maybe it would get better..
Mikaela scanned the halls in search of his room one more, and once its location was pinpointed he entered it quickly, being greeted by the familiar bedding and items lining the wall. He placed his broom on the mounted holder, still giving a small smile at the consideration. The bed across from his own was bare, causing him a small pout. Pluto had already left without a goodbye.. Though, he didn't allow himself to drawl on this thought too long. What was more important is that there was no house-warming gift for his new room-mate! His eyes scanned the room, anxious to find something to present to the other. He also had to apologize for touching his wings, and not being there when he was injured.. Mikaela's features still darkened at that. Just then, he remembered a crucial piece of information. He rushed over to a box, digging through it until he located the items he searched for. A grin spread across the witch's face, taking out a ball of black yarn and two size-ten knitting needles. Then, crafty as ever, he got to work.​