Fantasy Lakoria High school

[metalcity]

Angelica

Angelica continued to look at the bird, raising one eye brow in confusion at why he was still touching her hair. She put her hands on the birds arms and lifted them up and took a few steps back, still giving the bird a confused look. "There you go birdy..." she muttered, hoping that the bird wouldn't put their hands on her again. After doing so she turned to the leaving kidnapper who just bowed before her might. She slightly waved before anxiously putting her hand back down, not really sure if she should try help the new guy he was kidnapping, but decided they can handle themselves...maybe...

After waving farewell to the kidnapper guy she turned to face the tribal boy who seemed to be flattering her, which allowed her to grow smug over her great performance as The Goddess Aine, part of her fantastic marketing campaign. Sadly it it seemed to not be that fantastic as the boy started growing suspicious again, causing her to start shaking in her boots as sweat started to form. She wasn't sure how to counter what he has and was about to say, as it was all true. Once the boy leaned in and whispered into her ear she just continued to shiver until he moved away, each word he spoke made her little spirit break and her eyes tear up. I don't want to lose this malapity school! I need it for my family and business! Why would anyone want to ruin my life like this? And I have to lose my money to stay here! This is totally unfair! and super topally mean! hopefully I can explain to him that I didn't mean for this to happen or something and he wont expose me... As she managed to regain some confidence she turned to face the black mailer but he was too far away and shouting would look bad. So she was just left there with a broken spirit...and a bird..who was now latched onto her hair.

"Not fralgaly again!" Angelica cried out, hoping she wouldn't lose her locks to the obsessive creature. She gasped in horror as the bird begged her to not murder the guy "I'm not no merderer! Thats harrible!" She replied in a more shrillish tone, making her normal words even more messed up than usual. And quickly after her comment the bird used her hair as a tissue "Eww thats gigaply gross!" She cried out as a shudder went down her spine and a disgusted look grew on her face. Angelica pulled herself away from the bird and held her hair in her arms like a new born child, carefully inspecting her hair This bird is super wigaldy weird! And everyone hates me now! And I'm out of money! I just want to go to bed! She thought while letting her hair drop down to rub her eye. Thats when she realised that the bird caught and questioned one of her words "What's plagigy you say? Well that would be..." What does plagigy mean actually? I swear I heard it somewhere jekily before...Oh I know "Errr..ummm... it means...errr...I...ummm...yea...Its Godly words, no motal can understand! Yes! I can tell you what plagy is tho! Its 'can you help me find my room?' Us...errr...Gods...are very good at...ummm...shortening prigy thingys...into a single word! yea...thats it..." Angelica nervously coughed into her hand, desperately avoiding eye contact with the bird. Hoping her way out to try get past this horrible day would work. "So...ummm...do you think you could help me the plagy out? Please?" Angelica asked, turning her head to look at the different doors that could lead to her wonderful bed.

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[Lotusy]

Wayne

Self-assured and unaware as ever, Wayne could only smile and shrug at Omen King's mention of evaporation. "Ah, what can I say?" He asked, shaking his head with a dangerous amount of ignorance of the rules of water and heat. "Of course I wouldn't slow you down - I'll do anything I can to not be a burden, I promise!" The water spirit felt a bit more confident in the prospects of an adventure than his towering friend, evident in the hopeful nature of his planning. "Think about it! We can travel light, since we don't need to 'eat' or 'drink' like those humans do. We'll just be two spirits under the sky!" Eventually, talks of planning faded away, being replaced by stories of water, and Wayne was especially happy that Omen King found the idea of being drunk by a deer amusing. "I promise we'll get to it eventually! It's one of my craziest memories." Of course, Omen King's inner turmoil went largely unnoticed by Wayne, although he found his friend's slight pause in the conversation worth taking note of...

"Karma? I don't think I'm too familiar with that word," Wayne mused, watching Omen King spread his arms with rapt attention. "But I'm sure you've got it right. Balance is one of the beauties of nature. I mean, it's so simple that even I can understand it!" Taking his self-depreciation with a cheeky smile, Wayne mimicked his friend's stretch to the cieling, though he couldn't quite reach it as Omen King had. "Yea. The sky is beautiful, isn't it? It always changed at my river - the clouds were never quite the same for every day." He sighed, only being able to wonder what it was like up in the sky. "I'm a bit envious, actually. The sky's not a place for someone like me, but the way you talk about to just makes me want to see it more." His smile turned melancholy for a split second. "You really have a way with words, you know?" With that, he shook his head and clapped his cheeks, turning his smile back to its usual, energetic form as they neared their respective rooms.

Wayne had to admit that Omen King's choice of "goodbye" as their last word was clever, though it left a pit in his stomach, almost like a sort of sadness. Naive as he was, the word "goodbye" could only resonate with Wayne in a negative way - he hadn't lived long enough to understand the "sweet" parts of a bittersweet goodbye. He didn't understand that oceans would have to give way to the deserts he thought were so amazing. "Goodbyes... aren't my favorite," he started, picking his words slowly and carefully. "I've said goodbye to so many friends, to my old home - although I suppose if it's only for a while, I don't mind goodbyes too much." He looked up to Omen King with a hopeful smile. "Aw geez, I hope I'm not getting too sappy on you, sorry! Goodbyes are necessary, though! I'd rather take a sad goodbye than leave without saying anything. And I suppose I should say it here..." The water elemental opened the door to his room, giving Omen King a small wave. "Goodbye, for now!" With that, he closed the door, wondering how this little wordgame had made him feel so much.

Thank goodness my roommate isn't here. I'm such a wreck. Wayne sighed, looking to the boxes of unpacked luggage sitting on his side of the room. And so much unpacking to do - maybe tomorrow. Speaking of which, what did my roommate... He froze as he caught sight of Nekomancer's side of the room. Satanic symbols, mysterious writing, dismembered limbs, they were all so... COOL! Whoa! This guy's got style! Wayne found himself impressed by Nekomancer's decorations, not acquainted enough with signs of danger to realize how terrifying this sight was supposed to be. The catgirl posters are a bit of a nice touch too. Maybe he's into that - I suppose a little crush doesn't hurt. I can't wait to meet him, honestly.

With that, Wayne went straight to unpacking the contents of his boxes - five glass panels and a boxful of dirt, sand, and some plant life from his river. He clicked the glass together smoothly, forming a little fishbowl (or fishbox) for himself, proceeding to empty the contents of the last box into the glass container. For the final touch, Wayne turned on the faucet and dipped hs hand in, allowing the water to flow through him and into the box like a hose. With his "bed" complete, Wayne stared as his masterpiece, placing his hands on hips in a little display of pride. A sudden wave of fatigue slept over him, and a little yawn gurgled in his watery body. I suppose that's my cue to rest - I'll meet my roommate tomorrow, then. Goodnight, world! Climbing to the top of his water-box, Wayne made a swan dive in, dissolving into the water without so much as a splash. To the human eye, he had completely disappeared, but Wayne was still there, just passed out and drifting unconsciously to dreamland...

Foxu

 

[Deathpelt]

Kerry Stayne​

Kerry listened intently to the demoness's explanation about hell. Her ears gave a flick of interest as she said how hell was actually divided up into different parts, and the fact that Lily had been living there for only a year. Surely she wasn't a year old? Kerry couldn't tell though. She was caught off guard with a slow yawn that came out of her mouth, already tired? Her ears drooped backwards slightly, as Erika asked the same question she had been thinking of just a minute ago.

"You've only lived there for a year?"
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Kerry gave a slight nod, to show that she had also been thinking about that. She was also caught off guard when Erika mentioned a phrase. When envy melts, Kerry hadn't exactly grasped these phrases quite yet, and decided that she should probably study up on them later. Giving a sudden jerk of her tail, she was reminded that she couldn't stay awake the whole night. "Well, guys I should probably be heading to sleep... Or get drunk, which ever comes first. So I'll see you guys tomorrow!" She gave them a cheerful wave before skipping off, looking for her dorm.

She crossed multiple hallways, Her shoes making tapping sounds as she went up and down, up and down. Finally finding her room, she opened it. It was a bit plain, sporting only a bed, nightstand, and closet, though kerry didn't mind in the slightest. Falling over her bed she gave a sigh, and closed her eyes.

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[Violetti]

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  Everything appeared to be going in Nikiri's favor. NekoLover69 even failed to struggle or protest to his less than convenient situation. Almost as if, he was pleased to be pinned by the woman. Not expecting a third member to join their "party", the neko gasped in surprise as she was pulled backwards by an ominous force. Dangling a foot off the ground, Nikiri frantically clawed at her captor's hands, attempting to loosen their hold on her. However, her efforts were futile. The more the feline tried to escape, the tighter she was gripped. The scent of fetid flesh filled her nostrils, completely overpowering the uplifting strawberry aroma that surrounded her being.
  
  Sharp nails continued to dig into her arms, causing thin streams of scarlet liquid to flow down. Strands of hair dipped over her eyes in a disheveled manner, and her breathing was unsteady due to thrashing about. NekoLover69 rose to his feet to greet her, motioning in the air for his puppet to ease up on her. She felt her shoes touch the ground once more, a small sense of relief washing over her. The man's cackling raked across her ears, his voice slipping into a rather melancholy tone as he cast his gaze aside. His words struck fear into her heart, and her eyes widened in horror as he mentioned death.
  
  Realization had come too late. Through her bangs, Nikiri grimaced at the lit symbols surrounding her. They were her only light now in this room engulfed by darkness, and even they would lead to her demise. How foolish she had been to think this was a mere battle? Never did she think she would be thrust into a life or death encounter at Lakoria High. It was supposed to be a place for new memories to grow, friendships to flourish, and knowledge to gain. So how did things end up like this? She shook more violently, filling the air with relentless screams until sweat and blood began to cover her body. The man's puppet did not allow for escape, but as Nikiri managed to crane her neck behind her, she could only stare blankly at the figure.
  
  As if struck by a paralyzing force, her body stilled, falling limp in the hands of this...this...monster. Never had she witnessed such a large amount of dark miasma concentrated in one area. Was this what she would become? A rotting corpse with desolate eyes? An empty vessel for this man to use at will? Her throat burned, and her body ached. She was almost sure she had torn something within her arms from shaking and twisting so harshly, as they began to feel numb to her. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as her tail drooped lifelessly against her legs. I'm sorry Syke..I don't think I'm going to be able to protect you anymore. Drawing her attention back to the masked man, his form melted into a blur, as if he were nothing more than a water-colored painting. Yes. A painting. What a wicked painting he was.
  
  Her mind grew dizzy from the amount of blood loss. Nikiri was a warrior, but this was a battle she couldn't see herself winning. Not alone. She had carelessly allowed herself to be captured by something foreign and undead. Who was to say the man in front of her wasn't dead too? Impossible...his body had felt warm to the touch. Death was cold and uninviting. Much akin to the frigid hands that doomed her now. No, it was her confidence that had dug her grave.
  
  It wasn't supposed to end like this. Syke...you were so precious to me...I hope you'll always keep fighting. No matter what happens to me. "If I am to die...it will not be by your hands." Her icy tone cut through the air as she shook her hips, dropping a glass vile of clear liquid onto the floor. It shattered, spilling its contents across the gym floor. It was none other than her highly flammable strawberry perfume. Grazing her tail along one of her pouches, she drew flames upon the liquid, causing a symphony of flames to rise from the ground. Their stinging tails lapped at her lower body, threatening to climb up and swallow her whole. The flames began to spread wildly around them, lighting up the room with ongoing chaos. If it was one thing he coudln't take from her, was her pride.
  
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[SpiritOwl]

✾ Syke ❀ Cria ✾
✽❋⚘✿Miniature Mage✿⚘❋✽
Current Location: Haven House; The Dank Gym To Rescue The Greatest Neko Known To Nekomancer
Mistborn TheImmortalDeity Violetti Briefly: Silvis 's Mighty Kareek Magical Squid Senpai 's Stalker Boi
Syke was grateful for the hand to be placed before her, she fell onto it, exhausted from fear of Kareek the Snek. "It is not alright," she muttered, in a manner that was likely inaudible - what, with her beaky face pressed muffled against the surface of his hand; a hero deserved recognition! And she, Syke, would fight to attain that for him. She sat up, eventually, cross legged in the palm of his hand, attentive and actively trying not to look down at the nearby snake. "It is rather late," she mentioned, looking towards Cayman in a somewhat sullen manner, she had gone through many antics in the day and had been ripped back and forth between them so swiftly she hardly recalled what they had been!

It was in this moment of pause, she remembered dreamily that most of the day's hours had been spent with Nikiri, and they had all been peaceful, save for - oh. OH! SHE WAS SUCH A WRETCHED FRIEND!!! She had entirely forgotten about the duel!!! That creature with the pocky had distracted her hatred far too much! Oh No, how could she ever call herself a friend if she missed out on cheering her on?! "Oh, OH CAYMAN, I've made a horrible MISTAKE!" her voice wavered with absolute dread, she spiraled upwards in a tizzy and flailed around his hand in panic, running about in a manner that nearly spelled her disaster with each turn, "Oh no, oh me, oh my, oh WHY!" She took in a deep breath, trying not to cry, but blinking at the tears forming in her eyes, "I've utterly forgotten, O', Surely I'm no friend at all," she bawled, the bellow of her voice being louder then it'd ever been before. She dabbed at her eyes with her useless petal hankie before it was blown from her hand by someone passing by, "my, my lovely friend Nikiri, she," Syke wiped at her face with her hands, handkerchief lost to her, "she challenged a strange man to a D-D-D-Duel, a, a card game a believe, and, and I didn't show up," She whined, defeated, ashamed, totally misrepresenting the actual severity of the situation, but still, feeling pangs of utter guilt.

"I, I promised to run to her side when she needs me; and I wasn't even there to cheer her on!" The sorrow in her voice, was of that of a war-torn widow, she bobbled, one side to the other - unable to keep herself on her feet she sunk to her knees, "With my stature, I'll surely never be able to make it to the gym in time to even congratulate her on a good gam-" a sudden dawning look sprang across Syke's face. Why, surely she would not make it to the gym in time, but a hero might! "Oh my," she brought her hands to either side of her face, surely she would be blushing with the embarrassment of going off on a tangent so freely if only she could, "I, I don't mean to - um, draw you from rest but, might, might you help me see Nikiri before bed?" It was obvious from the tone in her voice that she was greatly at a loss for missing the duel, "It, it shouldn't take long," she added, unaware of the calamity which raged on, it was a simple card game after all! Or So She Thought. To her, the fragile being that he was, would not it seem that the average were gods? Incapable of being destroyed through any means which was not the claw of time dashing them away to irrelevancy?

For whatever reasons a writerly deity who was not I, but Mistborn could conjure, Cayman was off! Walking, Jogging, Sprinting?! Whatever speed it was, was much faster then Syke could ever dream of manufacturing on her own! It was also likely, she had been returned to his shoulder for safe keeping whilst he moved. "Oh, thank you!" She expressed from the metaphorical heart, "I am ever so grateful!" She dabbed at her eyes, "I could never repay all the good you've done," she sniffled, awash with emotion! Nikiri had long since proven herself heroine of the forest, but Cayman had easily proven himself a hero to Syke. "Even if she hasn't won, surely, her spirit will be burning brightest and," she let out that particular little noise that was a giggle, "She will be the victor." It was very likely, that Cayman realized there was a fire long before Syke did. What, with all her shortcomings. But eventually she got that tingly feeling in her nettles, which warned her more then vision, taste, hearing, and scent that something was amiss. And she knew, from her many, many classes on the matter back at her home, that it was difficult to pin point what a feeling meant unless you were in the thick of it before.
And she had been.

As a young sprout, she once put her hand her over the cooking pit; feeling the danger of the heat before it seared, withered, and maimed her small vessel; and now, she felt that feeling all around her; carried, by the wind as freely as she might've been had Cayman's hood slipped. It was at that moment, she stated, rather obviously, and frozen to fear at the core, "Something it not quite right." Her eyes became teary, and not just with the faint scent of smoke that curled around her small frame, surely the real deal would be capable of asphyxiating her faster then it could a larger being. She worried not only about what terrible beasts lurked out in the night air; fire was a stronger foe in her mind then even the mighty snake. What troubled Syke was the trouble Nikiri had fallen into; though she could not for the life of her begin to fathom the scale of peril the neko was tangled up in. Nikiri was the strongest person in her world, after all.

Upon opening the doors, it was fair to say, her lizard companion was likely as shocked as she. Even more so, as her small features could not take in the scope of the of it all, she could see nothing but a fiery red light before the acrid air forced her to dig her face into the gray fabric before her. Though she now desperately needed to cough, she could let nothing escape her lungs save that signature gurgle. A gurgle, unmistakable, a gurgle, unlike any other, a gurgle, filled with such immeasurable terror - it could spur on any pure-hearted friend of the forest into action. Almost like some matter of rpg buff. Every knitted vein in Syke's body demanded to fight for her friends, but she could barely manage a terrorized scream with her lungs in anguish over smoke which had yet to reach its designated critical mass. Though her limbs screamed to move idiotically towards the flames in what be a foolish and unjustifiable action with a power stronger then her voice, the heat took all the power out of her in a single wave; despite being meters from the flames and snug behind a veritable fortress of fiber. She wobbled uselessly upon Cayman's collar. While Syke struggled to not get dead, the whole horrific scene spilled before Cayman.

There, in the Gymnasium, plainer then day stood three figures. Nikiri, burning alive while something unshakably not alive clawed up her body, jeering from unemotive lips, And Nekomancer - perched above it all, a mess of candles still glowing around him, tapestries, singed and catching fire; his own towel, desperately too close too the flames for any man's comforts.
The sight would be unmistakable to anyone; the panic, desperation, and horror of it.

Flight, Fight, Freeze
were the reactions such massive amounts of stimuli could evoke in people
but nothing was ever that simple
The cruelty of death was matched only by the unfairness of life.

Sights that could easily be mistaken to anyone with the weight of the situation, the pressure, the adrenaline, the heat, where bountiful, the sigils scrawled upon the ground chaotically in a language only one Nekolover could comprehend - whose chalk ever so subtly repelled the fire; the fire alarm situated the the right of the door, the extinguisher waiting at the far wall, the hose burbling unattended to the side of the building, the automated sprinklers beginning their evening spritz over the lawn, the thickness of the tapestries and the fire-quenching ability of cutting off the air supply via smothering by blanket; the ledge on the bleachers to the left whose armor would serve better to shield a plant then any fiber; the sturdy leaves of the creeping jenny that nestled snuggly against the wall of the building outside; the alarming amount of blood pooling around the neko along with the fire; the small figure leaning out over the railing, higher still then Nekomancer; the slight movements of the Nekolover's towel as it made its slow crawl down his pelvis; the smell, of strawberries, as well as flesh. The blood thumping through a person's head might've drowned out even the corrupted song playing in the background, as the fire distorted the music's already haughty track.

Surely no one could notice all the key and excess points, and what type of person would even think of rushing into what would within minutes become an inferno?! Surely it was better to save yourself! To watch from the sidelines as a girl died.
It's not like witnessing such a thing would paint you a criminal, label you the villain, make you accessory by design.
Oh Wait.

Being an exile in High School wouldn't be too hard, surely wouldn't be as crippling as being an exile to a swath of villagers who valued you by the bread you fed them over the dreams you held. Its not as though any peer could value you higher, adoringly, as if a hero among a sea of faceless bodies. Its not like the smell in the air was partially from that adoring entities' best friend.
And no matter what it 'wasn't like'
a small companion vowing to prove that you were a hero, would defend your honor regardless of the factors which rested just beyond your control.

Patience is a virtue;
but idle hands are a sin.

☀ Éanna ☀
☙ Puppeteering Parrot ❧
Current Location: Journey House; Éanna and Shu's Dorm
metalcity Briefly: Foxu 's boi Shu's possessions Lotusy 's drunken doctor

Éanna had no idea what Angelica was shrieking at him, the words that left her mouth were like nothing he'd heard before; perhaps, it was speech of the gods? He whistled musically along despite not latching onto a word she said - aside from 'eww', of course - was she unleashing her primal rage that could tear their world into two?!?! Surely a treat to behold. When Angelica wrangled herself away from him, Éanna was quite astonished to see that he had managed to catch some stray fibers; almost as if his adeptness at hair thieving had returned - as if a horrible cloud of bad luck had just passed him by and in this state of normalcy there were thousands of hairs ripe for the plucking! How invigorating! He looped the strands about his finger with a little knot for safe keeping. It was rare for one to come cross such a magically potent source, he was sure.

As Angelica tried to explain the meaning of plagigy, Éanna gave a sneaky side step towards where he had set down the potion earlier, scooping it up quickly and dropping to to wherever it was he was keeping all those mushrooms. Were 'errr' and 'ummm' also words of the Goddess's songs? They did not seem as vibrant nor as enthusiastic as ew. Perhaps if he listened closer he'd discover even more powerful incantations! Éanna watched in bated horror as Aine coughed into her hand - had him thieving some of her hair counted as a blessing?! Would he single-handedly be the reason the sun would hurl itself from the sky?!? He'd be pretty impressed with himself if that was the case, but the goddess seemed to stay standing despite her magic energy being drained. Perhaps the many gifts of the day had taken a larger toll on her then the bird could ever expect them to - people did value her godly powers for some pretty weak reasons after all, maybe without strong followers, she herself would remain a weak and pitiful lesser god.

Hearing please from the voice of a Goddess was very suspicious, but, as he had not understood Angelica's claims to not be a murderer; her godly status was an unshakable certainty. Miraculously, Éanna knew where her room was, he knew, where everyone's room was - he had payed such rapt attention to the doctor, and had even closely examined a ledger that morning - he needed to know where everyone lived if he was going to be a good snoop! He had memorized it all with his impeckable memory. But, Aine, was not a name on the list, so how could he have known? Well, earlier that day he had been kicking around pebbles in the courtyard, and a certain goddess had a very unmistakable voice, it could only be certain then, that the Goddess Aine was of course trouncing around under the alias of ... ANGELIQUE, no, Angelica! The former was probably another alias she'd crafted for the sake of disguise in some other place. "Éanna will assist The Goddess Aine!" He affirmed, naturally, tilting his head back to get a good look at the number of the dorm behind her and, oh, my, what bountiful luck! He hopped forward, rapped his knuckles against the door and was amazed at the fortuitousness of it all! He took a step back and nodded as sagely as an ebullient bird could.

"The Goddess Aine has arrived to her room already!" He chirruped, did she know all along she was standing right in front of it? Had this been a test of his knowledge about her, so he'd know where to drop off tributes?! Having an in-house Goddess was quite the ordeal, he was not totally surprised Lakoria managed such a thing, but was rather awed by the design of it all. Not wishing to overstay his welcome, or, perhaps - hoping to adjust the doctor before it was too late, he tweeted out his sincerest farewell, "Good Bye!" He tried to mimic the bow Asad had done earlier, but, not wanting to face plant into the carpet settled for just bowing his head half way through his uncertain stumbling. And with that, he took off unsteadily down the halls, over encumbered with who knew how many poisonous mushrooms and flailing his arm about over his shoulder in an earnest wave. Angelica was left with no reason to believe that he'd pointed at the right room, but, there was only one way for her to know for certain.

Éanna knelt beside the passed out Doctor Schmetterling where he layed in the commons, awkwardly crumpled upon the floor. Through many chirps and tribulations, the birb managed to get him into a position where the doctor would not totally drown in his own vomit, should the projectile ever arise. He clapped his hands together in satisfaction of being such a helpful bird, before scampering off momentarily to snatch up a Journey House Banner that had been brutally ripped from the wall and flailed in the fist of some sweaty drunk before landing itself in the bird's possession. He held it high above his head as he toddled back to the doctor. In several fluid motions, he'd tucked the man in with the beer-stained plastic-y cloth. Making a nice littler burrito of it, Éanna thought he had been a very nice bird, and stood to hurry away to his dorm. Little did he know, the burritoing left the moth man even more vulnerable to any pranks the Journey house kids might've desired to pull on him. Sharpie to the face, tapping to the wall, doused in blood, tarred and feathered; what the Doctor Teacher Professor would wake up to was anyone's guess.

Upon opening the door and stepping on inside, Éanna was met with quite the sight! Emptiness. Yes indeed, his roomate was out! He chirruped many scheming chirps, wandering about in Shu's space. The walls, were white, barren vacant, mesmerizingly void. And a sound tugged at the back of his head, almost, almost making him feel as if he was slowly being driven mad, WAS THIS AN ALARM?!? Before he could panick, the magic of the school protected him from not getting dead by 1.) changing the temperature in the air around him so he wouldn't freeze to death while in Shu's room, and 2.) silencing the noise for him. Strange. He whistled and hopped about in the space, heading for the only possessions there. A tatami mat, and, more interestingly. A pastel blue duffel bag, though, it was hard to make out the bag's base color. It was decorated in bright flashy pins and buttons, often depicting a girl with dark teal hair and deep blue eyes in what could only be described as a high school girl sailor uniform. Foreign words were embroidered onto the bag, such as, 'waifu', 'otaku', 'sugoi', 'desu', and 'kawaii'. Éanna wondered if the creature he was rooming with was also of a far off land.

Not caring for privacy, the bird unzipped the bag in one clean motion, several jars of absinthe rolling out and onto the pristine floor - clothes, or, costumes? spilling out at all angles. Rifling deeper, Éanna found several thin boxes covered in plastic, entirely unmarked. Pulling one open, he could spot a single shining disk, depicting what appeared to be noseless humanoids running through rose petals. He would have pilfered the dark object if he was not so intimidated by its brilliance. Carefully closing the box before gracelessly chucking it over his shoulder. After unzipping each and every side compartment, Éanna could confirm they were all filled with knives, or objects in the same family. In his opinion, it was a pretty great collection. Éanna stepped inside of the duffel bag. He probably had his reasons for doing so, maybe to check if it was for sleeping in? A rug didn't seem a very good thing to nap upon, no home in it at all! It was while hunched inside the bag he found it, an odd device, a portable dvd player to you and me, but an unknown and mysterious object to the bird. He placed it back down gently, stood, and walked backwards into his side of the room. Scared? Skeptical? Confused? What type of creature kept such a strange assortment of objects, what could it mean. He scratched his head, bumping into his large array of collectables all the while.

Not wanting to dwell on UNKNOWN ARTIFACTS, aside from those belonging to them, and those soon to be belonging to him so late at night Éanna made his bed time preparations! Within moments his freshly-bought and likely soapified sweater was laying on the ground, surrounded by no fewer then a doze mushrooms and trapped beneath the magical tincture he has procured that day. He hung his microscopically damaged mask on a nearby peg; from his finger he swiped Angelica's hair, moving to put it into his hair drawer before thinking better of it and instead placing it in his twig drawer, at least there it would be kept apart from the other fibers. He made several clacking noises, basking in the joy of having so many new objects. One by one he picked up, sliced, and hung the mushrooms within the window sill. Surely it would be the sunniest and warmest window in all of Lakoria! Or so the bird could dream. He picked up the Goddess's Elixir, and, knowing it's worth far exceeded any thirty-dollar mark, stuffed it in his secret drawer - where he obviously kept all his most prized possessions. There was nothing to differentiate it from any of the other drawers, so, obviously, it was the safest place to be.

To comfort himself after coming across Shu's disturbing and powerful items, Éanna grabbed the metal barrel he liked to burn stuff in. It wasn't a full barrel, more like, 1/3rd of a barrel crafted out of grating and stood upon some sturdy legs. He dropped a couple mushroom slices in as while as some nearby roots before lighting the leftover tinder ablaze. He didn't take a whiff just yet and pushed the barrel, which was on wheels, as all good fire pits are, away from himself. He skipped over to the bathroom attached to the room, he needed to get this soap off somehow, after all! Éanna forced water from the sink up and over his head, dousing himself, and the surrounding room in a rather poor effort to become clean. The shower, if you could call it that, showed off where he'd learned most of his mushroom-wiggling-off skills from as well as what could be done with three handfuls of water. Whatever the outcome, the bathroom was a mess and his feathers were washed enough for him!

Éanna hurried his way to his bed after turning off the light, which was, a snug balcony overhanging from the wall. He grabbed his fire bucket, pulling it dangerously close - before climbing into his bed. It consisted of various things, sticks, moss, an occupied spider's nest. It was a cozy, cramped space. The entire side of his room was crammed full of shelving strewn with dark horrors, instruments, and -shudder- puppet ingredients. Here in his bed, his legs crammed up against his chest, his head tucked down and his plumage thoroughly fluffed, Éanna finally managed himself a wiff of that toxicly burning mixture. It smelled of putrescence and rotting flesh, home; he cooed contentedly - recalling the joyous events of the day as he slipped off into dream land: accidentally vowing he wouldn't rudely grab at Mac's mask, being vomited upon, being hit with several glass shards, discovering a new-totally-real goddess, bursting into a field of poisonous mushrooms, being coated in a horrifying soapy tincture, fearing for the life of his friend, discovering his roommate was also a collector - this time of the knive variety. What a wonderful day.​

 

[metalcity]

Angelica

After being on the shortest escort mission, Angelica waved goodbye to the bird as it scurried away "Thanks birdy! Goodnight!" After he left her sight she looked around before pulling out a post-it note and pen.

Dear mestar tribe guy
I is sarry 4 bee butt! Was meant 4 besenass opatunatie and not hert. money ned far famaru. sa is scool! Plz don expell so i can work.
plz and tanks!

She wrote with a disappointed grin to try stay positive while she took out her $30, looked at it for a moment to treasure her first sale then put the post-it note onto one of the notes of money. She looked down the hall where the tribe guy went and thought to herself How late is later? As nerves built up inside of her she put the money and note back into her bag and pulled out a key given to her as she entered the school, and used it to unlock the door which she then entered. After she walked in she closed the door behind herself and scanned the room, seeing the most bland looking bed made her grew a giant smile as she charged towards it and jumped on top of it, bouncing up and down with much glee. After a few minutes she slowed down and dropped her bag next to the bed, as all bouncing stopped Angelica reached into her bag and pulled out her treasured teddy bear. She fell backwards and laid in the bed, looking up at the ceiling as she pulled her bear towards her chest. Growing more tired, Angelica pulled her duvet over her and hugged the bear more tightly. "Goodnight mum and aunt, love you..." she softly cried, tears flooded while she thought of the struggle she and her family has faced to get her to this point, until she eventually drifted off to the best sleep she will ever have.​

 

[Loony_Bin]

Tags: Violetti Mistborn
Location: Mac and Asad's Room
Mood: ...Fuck it

Mac listened to Asad speak of Eanna and began to feel a heavy feeling in his chest that he couldn't quiet pin down. It made his heart feel almost sort of heavy, which was weird because he never felt this way...maybe he needed to get checked out by the nurse later, either way it was something he'd have to ignore for now, "Yeah, I figured you wouldn't expose me on that, after all its such good blackmail, I'd keep it in your back pocket for at least the rest of the year..."

Mac went back to relaxing on the couch, though when he saw Asad hold out a shot for him the selkie shrugged and stood up to accept the drink. He didn't usually drink, in fact he found it incredibly stupid given just how many kids he'd seen end up with broken bones because they decided to do something stupid after having a few sips of beer (Case in point, the fact Elliot hadn't left the room yet was surely not going to turn out well for the kid by the end of the night), but it was the first day of the new year, and that was cause enough for celebration.

Mac stood up and gingerly took the drink from Asad, feigning a bow, "Thank you milord for such a gracious gift if this liquor- OH!" Mac did his best to make sure none of the liquor spilled from his shot glass as Asad pulled him in, though the Jinn had most definitely caught the Selkie off guard in the moment. Mac felt himself begin to slowly smirk as Asad spoke, this was no different from the usual banter the two went through, and honestly it was kind of one of the weaker ones after the initial surprise wore off. Mac smirked and opened his mouth to respond, only to gasp in response as his face went tomato red under his mask, though it was so intense it had begun to spread to his ears by that point.

As Asad leaned in, Mac felt his heart race, was Asad going to kiss him? Surely not! After all he still had his mask on and everything, so there was defiantly no way Asad planned to go any further with this and ohgodwaswashestillgettingcloserohgodohgod! Mac felt his breath hitch as he got closer to the Jinn than ever before....

Before watching as Asad simply cleaned off his mask.

Mac looked on with a blank stare, feeling his already red face begin to warm up a little more after realizing he'd been duped. It was then Mac felt Asad's grip loosen, though the selkie decided not to break the hold immediately. Instead, Mac pulled up his mask to the tip of his nose and threw back his drink down his gullet before throwing the glass to the side of the floor, not caring where it landed. After that Mac began to pull a.way...

...Before he leaned back in and planted a big kiss right on Asad's lips, lingering for a few moments before pulling away with a huge smirk.

Mac shrugged as he pulled away, "Sorry there bud, I'm still not into guys, but I couldn't very well let you win this round of gay chicken could I?" Mac lowered his mask once more before winking at Asad and walking towards his bed, "Anyways, with that act done I think I'm done for the day, partially because I'm tired and partially because if I stay up longer this game will spiral out of control...and who knows, if that happens I may just fall for you for real..." Mac stared at Asad for a few moments before snorting, "I kid I kid...anyways, good night Robin, take it easy on Huck won't you?" Mac walked over to his bed and got under his sheets, turning away from Asad as he began to mutter to himself, "Not even into guys and I'm still more willing to go farther than they are...what a shamee..."

Then the selkie closed his eyes and began to drift off...

 

[Mistborn]

Elliott (and Eley)
Current Mood: Passed Out
Familiar's Form: Fiery Birb
Location: Asad and Mac's dorm
Interacting with: Violetti Loony_Bin
Mentioned: N/A

After unceremoniously clinking glasses with Asad, Elliott downed his own shot in one one gulp, adding on afterward, "Cheers!" Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the long day he had, either way Elliott could barely keep himself upright as he let out a series of hiccups. After composing himself, at least as much as he could, he stood up on very unsteady legs and picked up one of the jars. Twisting off the lid and letting it fall to the ground Elliott couldn't mistake the smell of his favorite drink, apple pie moonshine. He was equally confused and surprised, usually when he tried to find something like this it was nearly impossible. He was about to ask how Asad had figured out his favorite drink when he noticed that the Jinn was no longer next to him, instead standing on the other side of the room with Mac.

Deciding to leave the two roommates alone, Elliott took a big swig from the jar, savoring the flavor in his mouth for just a moment before swallowing. “Damn man, where’d ya get this? It’s perfect!” He really was impressed, not totally remembering that Asad could create practically anything in the world if he wanted. As he went to make his first step towards the pair and thank Asad for the drinks he stumbled, leaning and tumbling to the side before smacking his head off of the wall, falling back onto the floor and getting knocked out cold. Somehow he managed to keep the jar from tipping over as he tumbled, barely spilling any of it as it landed upright next to him.

As it became more apparent that Elliott wasn’t getting back up again for the night, his elemental companion Eley decided that Elliott could use someone, or something, that was looking out for him. Akin to a fire sparking to life, it first started with a single ember, appearing on the rim of the jar. Spreading as quickly as a flame across dry tinder, the ember expanding to include a taloned foot, then continuing with a thin bird-like leg, eventually spreading into the shape of a fully fledged miniature Phoenix, approximately the same size as the jar it stood on. The process of materializing was slower than normal for the elemental, the large amounts of achohol both fueling and slowing down the normally instantaneous process. Needless to say this bird was heated. Having to deal with an intoxicated master while not being able to do anything proactively left this bird holding its fiery gaze on Asad and Mac, practically daring them to try and mess with it’s master.



Cayman
Location: Haven Commons/Burning Gym
Current Form: Human, changing to Lizard Boi
Interacting With: SpiritOwl Violetti (almost) TheImmortalDeity (sort of) Silvis
Mentioned: GingerBread

Seeing Syke first fall flat, then sit upright in his hand mildly amused Cayman. Looking down on her it was easy for him to tell that she was worn out from what must've been a very overwhelming first day. As she looked up at him with a rather sour looking face his thoughts wandered back to the last time that he had rested. He could feel the fatigue that had been building up inside of him wanting to overtake his mind, begging to sleep. How long has it been? Two days, three? When he grew nervous, which is to say most of the time, it is often much more difficult for him to rest well. This often leads him to stalk the halls in his chameleon form, looking almost the same as a phantom, a mere shadow of black on black, practically invisible to the naked eye. Even though his sleeping habits weren't the greatest, he did try to take care of himself... most of the time.

After letting the thought linger for a moment or two it was quickly overtaken as Syke began to wail in a rather dreadful voice, leading Cayman to shove his feelings of fatigue back down and refocus on what she was so upset about. "She challenged a strange man to a D-D-D-Duel, a, a card game a believe, and, and I didn't show up." A game of cards? No, if something was important enough to be proclaimed as a duel then it must be something much more severe and dangerous. "If that is what you would like to do, then by all means I can stay up just a bit longer." Before setting off, Cayman took a moment to look over at his roomate Kareek and Jon. "Our room is down the hall towards the back Kareek, room number ##. I do hope that you do not mind the rain forest environment that I requested. I will return later." With those parting words taken care of he was off, heading towards the gym at a hurried pace. As Syke babbled on about her friend almost guaranteed to be the victor Cayman started to tune her out, not because she was particularly irritating, rather that the sight and smell of smoke rising over the top of the gym building had absorbed most of his attention.

"Indeed, something is very wrong." Cayman redoubled his efforts, now running to the gym as fast as his human legs could carry him. Flinging open the door to the gym he was taken aback, the whole gym was decorated with macabre tapestries, candles, and sigils. They were all foreign to Cayman, and all of them looked to be on the verge of igniting from the flames that raged on in the center of the room. Three people seemed to be trapped in the flames, two girls trapped in the middle with another, almost nude, individual on the other side of the blaze. As the light of the flames danced and reflected off of Cayman's hazel pupils, making them appear as if they themselves contained a blazing inferno, he was taken back to another time, another place, somewhere he did not want to remember being.

A little over a year ago he stood in front of a shockingly similar sight, watching but unable to act as his childhood friend was taken from him.
While on his short excursion with the humans he had seen, (the ones in his backstory) one of them, a boy not much older than himself, had given him a small device. It was no bigger than his hand, a silvery box that when flicked open would produce a small flame. It was a wondrous thing to the lizard boy. Something that could create a flame at will was surely a treasure to only be shared with those he trusted the most, and that is exactly what he did. After returning to his village, having to stop and forage for some food to bring back for the day, he brought the strange metal box to his best and lifelong friend Maya. Maya was one of the few other children in the village. She and Cayman were nearly inseparable ever since she learned that Cayman did not have a mother of his own. Cayman brought the strange thing to her, meeting with her at her home in the village to give it to her. He watched as she flicked it open and closed, the light of the flames making her sky-blue eyes shine even brighter. He hardly noticed as she accidentally dropped the thing after getting her hand too close to the flame, right onto the dry grassy floor of her home. Faster than either of them could react to a wall of flame separated the two of them, cutting off her escape route and stopping him from helping. Scared and afraid he ran, leaving her to her fate. He knew that he would never be accepted in the village again, he had been barely tolerated in the past and this would only make matters worse. He ran and ran, using his human form to drift from place to place and his chameleon one to survive on whatever he could find.

As the memory faded away, he snapped back to reality his senses and made his decision, he wasn't going to run again while others needed his help. Taking a step back away from the building, he looked for a place where Syke would be safe. She's struggling now and it's only going to get worse, I have to find a spot... There. As the thought raced through his his mind Cayman made his way over to the leafy vines that had crept their way along the side of the building, setting Syke down on a patch of it and looking straight at her with the most serious expression that he could muster. "Syke, I'm going in there. Please stay here, please. If I don't come back..." His voice faltered, his mind still trying to process what he had gotten himself into and what "not coming back" really meant for him. "If I don't come back in a few minutes, go get one of the teachers." He didn't dare stay and listen to her response, dashing away and back into the gym, any reason she might have come up with would have changed his mind in that moment.

As soon as he escaped Syke's view he immediately swapped into his chameleon form, the extra layers of muscle it granted him allowing him to sprint faster than a normal human. The heat was rising, the smoke was choking, and the only way to help was to put out the flames before they got even more out of hand. The flames were raising his body temperature too quickly, he'd pass out before he got anywhere near the others. A single thought kept repeating in his head as he made his way along the edge of the gym. Gotta put it out, gotta put it out. Spotting the fire alarm to the right of the door Cayman sprinted over to it at a breakneck pace and pulled it as hard as he could, triggering whatever mechanism it was attached to.

Immediately after he turned and headed directly at the pair surrounded in flames, rushing as fast as he could to close the distance between them. Feeling as if he was going to finally redeem himself for his mistakes, Cayman failed to notice as a group of sigils glowed brighter than even the flames, shining brilliantly as they created an invisible barrier of magic directly in front of him. Almost there, almo- Any and all thoughts were wiped from his mind as he ran head-long into the barrier, the force and speed of impact rebounding him off of it and sending him skidding and tumbling across the ground. Crumpling onto the ground covered in scrapes, bruises, and burns, Cayman could only watch the scene before him unravel as his vision faded to darkness and he slipped into unconsciousness.​

 

[Shagranoz]

The neko's comment about sleep caused Lily to check her own watch. "Oh, crap, it's getting late. Really late." She ducked into her room and pulled up the covers, feeling a strange sensation as she did so. Ah, this must be a little step towards Sloth. Very nice, very nice indeed.

 

[turtlepancakes]

Clemente "Clem" de la Torre-Vasquez
Interacting with: no one yet
Location: Entering Journey house
Clem never expected to be in a school again after the incident. He also never believed in a million years that they were more likely to accept him than others. Yet, here he was. His mother had told him that Lakoria "takes in the supernatural beings of this world and teaches them all that they need and accepts them for who they are." It almost seemed to good to be true in his opinion.

Tanta ansiedad en este momento, es una locura, he thought. So much anxiety right now, it's insane. Clemente walked silently to the "Journey" house, where he had been chosen to stay. The more sociable people I've been told... Party animals too. Might need to go back and forth for tequila from Papá. If people don't get suspicious that might actually work...

Nevertheless, he kept positive despite his worries and opened the door to the Journey house and walked in, wondering what was awaiting him.

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

NekoLover69 (Premium Membership)​

The sound of glass smashing on the floor was only the prelude to NekoLover69's despair. In mere moments, his romantic evening quite literally burned around him, and Nikiri stood in the middle as the mantlepiece. There was a cynical beauty behind it all, the way she so carelessly destroyed the time spent on her so effortlessly, and how when engulfed in flame, she held that same natural allure that nothing was able to take away. As the flames crept closer and closer to the hardly robed man, he found himself itching towards the light, reaching out to achieve his own warmth in his solitude of cold and constant death. He yearned for her touch, for Nikiri to set his heart ablaze, just as she had done to herself.

Then reality knocked him upside the head and reminded him how idiotic it all was. Instead of that gentle spark of passion, he was looking at the fires of Hell. They ate away at his prized possession, turning her skin into charcoal and making her limbs nothing more than charred flesh. This was not what the cultic boy wanted; he didn't want to see her die out of malice direct at him. But if she wasn't to die now, then when? Hesitation riddled throughout his body, his movements sluggish and his actions indecisive. What was he to do in this instant? What choice was he to take? To decide between his religion and his emotions, which one was the correct path to follow?

The sprinklers had gone off, water pelting down around him as they clashed against the scorching flames, steam taking their place. Soon after, he heard a thud, one of his various traps from before the date set off near the front of the gym. They were already onto him. He hadn't much time and the longer he delayed, the more likely he was going to be found in the act. Whatever his decision was, he needed to act quick. Barrelling forward, he ripped Nikiri out of Victoria's arms in a rushed manner, slamming the crisp neko onto the gym floor with a loud thud.

She was still breathing. Whether or not that was good or bad was up for debate, but NekoLover69 knew what he had to do at that very moment. He felt his heart race as he slid out a knife from under his bath towel, caressing the hilt in the palm of his hand. The feel of the blade was euphoric to him, like holding a newborn baby with so many possibilities in its future. He pressed a hand to Nikiri's mouth, feeling as she struggled to breathe. She was unconscious, her body in a state of overload. The fire must've been too much for her, which made sense since fire hurt quite a bit when it was all over your body. Slowly, he raised the dagger up, preparing to end it all and free her from her suffering.

Turning it to himself, he sliced the pointed edge into his forearm, allowing for blood to trickle down. Smearing it onto his fingers, followed by then smudging it onto his lips, he gazed down fondly at the cat girl that lay so defenseless near him. Dropping the knife, he put both of his hands to either side of her cheek, pressing his thumbs against her face in a fond manner. "My sweet," he whispered, holding back his own tears, "may we meet again soon in better conditions. Until then, remember that I will always love you." Without further pause, NekoLover69 pressed his lips against hers in a rather crude manner, smooshing his blood into her mouth.

It was then that her body began to restore itself, reverting back to a state previous to the brutal burning from earlier. Yes, he had gone out of his way to save the very girl that he wished to kill. Drawing himself away from Nikiri, Tac watched as a small symbol etched itself into the skin on the side of her neck, no bigger than a thumb. "A gift to remember me by." Tearing his loving gaze from Nikiri, he allowed his vision to settle on the grotesque monstrosity behind him. Repulsive and neglected, Victoria shifted in an odd manner, her three arms swaying from left and right. Crinkling his nose, NekoLover69 stood up, facing her. The fire had died down completely, and time was of the essence.

"Victoria," he proclaimed with a commanding tone, "take Nikiri back to her dorm room." It was a simple order, and with no resistance, Victoria grunted in understanding, grabbing Nikiri by the leg and dragging her off into one of the plentiful pentagrams that littered the floor, the both of them disappearing into it. Watching as they left, Tac slumped himself back onto the floor, placing two shaky hands over his eyes. Weeping to himself, he frantically rubbed away his tears. When his crying didn't stop, he slowly fell into a rage, punching the burnt gym floor until his knuckles bruised over. What have I done?

Distraught and cursing himself, NekoLover69 made his way over to one last ritual that resided on the floor, the others disappearing around him, and fell into it with a swan dive. The next instant he found himself in his own bed, laying flat on his back and holding a penetrating stare at the ceiling of his own room in the Logica Dorms. He didn't question his partner, nor did he make a single sound that night. No, for Tac, it was a restless gloom with absolutely no sleep whatsoever. What was the point of sleep when there were nekos to be captured, after all? As the morning rays shone through his window, he waited catatonic in his bed. For others, the day might've just begun, but for him, it felt like the end.

Violetti (Sorry it took so long to post! We're finally onto day two guys!!!)

 

[Lotusy]

DAY 2​

Rosie

In the dead of night, the door to one of the Haven dorms slowly creaked open. A small, female form slunk out, covered by the moonlight-cast shadows. The figure hadn't found much sleep that night - in fact, sleep was the farthest thing from her mind. Laced with adrenaline, she sprinted to the school's gym, weaving between the cover of trees in an attempt to hide from any of Lakoria's watchful eyes. Reaching the gym, the figure, Rosie Budwick, finally stepped into the light. The sophomore girl seemed a bit out of place at the gym, sporting a Lakoria jersey almost twice her size - and besides, they gym didn't seem like somewhere for her to be. Regardless, she pushed onwards, brushing past the door with a familiarity built only through experience.

Rosie frowned as she entered the gym, noticing the damage, a heavy burn mark, marring the floor from some previous scuffle. She flinched at the sight, though she shook the wonder from her mind. Now wasn't the time for wondering - not now, of all times. Now, it was time for practice. Rose inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of the gym. There was sweat, the rubber of scuffed sneakers, and even the lingering scent of some student's strawberry perfume, faint yet bold from the heat of battle. This was better. This was her element.

With every subsequent breath, Rosie's body shook violently, slowly turning her panting into savage growls. A layer of brown fur crept up her face and arms, accompanied by a scowl with eyes so fiercely dead-set that they didn't seem to belong to Rosie at all. Just before her werewolf form emerged, she curled up, hunched over in agony from the transformation - then unleashed it a full, feral howl that echoed through the empty gym. The werewolf had finally come out to play. Hunched yet towering, a now-muscular Rosie filled the gym with a terrifying presence. No longer was she the weak, shy Rosie in class - now, she filled every bit of her jersey with werewolf might. Her now-animal eyes scanned the gym, finally alighting on the basketball rack. Practice started now...

Hours later, as the sun rose, a tired, sweaty werewolf slowly opened the door to her dorm room, hoping she wouldn't wake her roommate. Noticing that she still had a few minutes left before her 7 AM alarm, Rosie breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the side of the hallway. The adrenaline began to slowly wane, and the werewolf girl began to shrink, until a slightly disheveled, still-sweating, human Rosie stood awkwardly in her werewolf-sized jersey. Well, that was quite a workout, she thought, trying to clear the workout haze from her mind. Ah, looks like I lost track of time, though. I wish I could get some sleep! The things I give up for the morning grind... Stifling any grumble that might wake her roommate, Rosie snuck into the room, grabbing her school clothes and heading off to shower.

After spending an eternity scrubbing any trace of sweat from her person, Rosie finally stepped out from the shower, clean and confident that she was back to normal again. She'd changed into her normal clothes, having folded hidden her jersey behind her back as she snuck back to her room - just in time, too - for her alarm to go off. Scrambling madly to shut it off, Rosie fumbled the alarm into silence, then checked her roommate to see if she'd stirred at all. A bit too embarassed that she'd already caused trouble, Rosie flew into her morning routine, grabbing her backpack, setting her cap on her head, and bolting for the door with a silent "sorry" back to Dibe. Just as she turned the handle, however, a thought crossed her mind. Where are we supposed to go, again? One year and I'm still forgetting - ah, get it together, Rosie! She turned back to her room, almost fearing having to ask for help. "Um, excuse me?" She called, though the words only came out softly, causing her to clear her throat and try again. "Uh, hey! Roommate! Sorry to bother you, but do you know where we're supposed to be this morning?"

Loony_Bin

Wayne

Wayne was a bit of a light sleeper - well, he wasn't really a sleeper at all. For most of the night, the water elemental sat in his tank, swimming in endless circles and wondering if he could be doing something better with his time. Did he even have to stay in his room? What if he didn't need to sleep, like those fleshy losers? Maybe he could spend more time exploring Lakoria - or maybe not. He still shivered at the thoughts of the Lakoria sewers, the memory of that experience being enough to keep his curiosity satisfied. Maybe he could learn a new trick to show Omen King, or practice picking pockets to impress his boss next time they met. Stuck in a cycle of indecision, Wayne continued swimming in circles, creating currents to throw up dirt in his boredom.

Just as he decided he couldn't take it any longer, another boy suddenly appeared on the bed next to Wayne's tank, causing the elemental boy to turn transparent reflexively. Whoa. He must be my roommate, right? What a strange way to come in... Wayne pressed himself up against the glass to get a better look at this mystery boy, though he still remained transparent for fear of being seen. Catching sight of Nekomancer's penetrating stare to the ceiling, Wayne shot back in terror, silently hitting the other side of his fishtank. He's still awake? How? I thought all the fleshy kids had to sleep! Is he not one of them? Should I introduce myself now? Looking back to Nekomancer's stare, he vetoed that idea in an instant. Maybe later. He doesn't seem to be in too good of a mood today.

Caught in this tense standoff, Wayne finally caught a moment of relief as the sun's first beams shone into the dorm. Alright! At least I can go outside now! Taking great care to not disturb Nekomancer, the water spirit carefully climbed out of his tank, coalescing his shapeless water form into the solid, human look he needed for school. Grabbing his school bag, he cast one more look back to his roommate, deciding that he wouldn't try to wake him from his stupor. Giving Nekomancer a tenative wave goodbye, Wayne turned and left the dorm, setting his sights on the cafeteria and breakfast.

Of course, Wayne took his time with the walk to the cafeteria, savoring the sights of a recently-woken Lakoria. The sunrise was a welcome sight, beaming in across a skyline school buildings, and Wayne absolutely loved the fresh air, especially as it rippled across his surface. Refreshed by the morning air, he opened the door to the cafeteria with a new energy about him, excited to start the day. He decided to skip the breakfast line, instead picking up some bottled orange juice to start his day. Drink in hand, Wayne scanned the cafeteria, picking a mostly-empty table to enjoy his orange juice. As he enjoyed his drink - or tried to, as it just fell straight into his body - Wayne scanned the crowd, wondering if he could find any students he recognized to join his table.

Anyone coming down to breakfast

 

[metalcity]

Angelica

Angelica was having some of the best dreams she has had, there was Mushrooms! Potions! Mushrooms! Puppies! Mushrooms! Kittens! But most importantly, mushrooms! She yawned as she awoke, but quickly grew excited when she realised that she was in a actual bed! And not one of those fake actual beds, but one of those for real deal actual super omega dealio real beds! This was going to be the best day ever! After sitting up and realising that this was all real she couldn't contain her excitement "Oh boy! This is gonna be gralagegy great! Could this be the best dagel day ever! Maybe!" Angelica exclaimed, clapping with joy. Before turning to her side and seeing the other bed now had someone in it "Oh I'm so elopady sorry!" She frantically apologised before covering her mouth. As Angelica tried to look more around the room she realise how dark the room was What time is it? She thought. Continuing to cover her mouth she carefully stepped out of bed and tip toed to the toilet, where she managed to check a clock where she noticed that it was 2am. "TWO VELECATY AM!!" She yelled before covering her mouth once more. After finishing her business she slightly opened the door, peaking over at the stranger. Angelica ninja styled her way back to her bed, which she hopped into. Today is gonna be great! Just had the best beepedy sleep in the world! And I get more for the price of one! And talking, wait! Thinking of hapady prices! I can't wait to make a fortune today! And with that thought her mood darkened Thats if I even can stay in for today. She thought before realising again that it was 2am TWO VELECATY AM!! She thought with relief, happy she had one chance. Jumping out of bed once more, she grabbed the money and note from her bag and legged it out of the room, however she made sure to carefully close the door and lock it silently as to not wake her room mate.

Angelica skipped down the hall gleefully, amazed at how fate woke her up to stay in school. Maybe a real Goddess of fortune was watching over her! What could be the weirdest coincidence was it seemed like someone in the dorm was playing music loudly, and the song on right now was the pink panther theme song. As Angelica approached the room she thought the boy stayed at she slowed down and moved along to the initial beats of the song. She looked through the keyhole and took a gander inside, unluckily it was too dark so she couldn't be sure if it was the tribe guy's room. She took a step back and tried to think up a new way to find the tribe guy, which was hard as she didn't really know at all how to find him or make a plan. What was lucky however was the very convenient notice board that had a poster pinned to it that had all of the students labelled and who they are sharing rooms with and their numbers. "Oh speppity sweet!" She cheered before looking over the paper and not finding the boy as she didn't remember his name. However she did know who his room mate was, mister kidnapper! And she did see the tribal guy go in the same direction and it looked like the same room as the kidnapper. "I was one off, shoot. Thanks mister poster!" She quietly spoke while sneaking towards the correct room, the theme still being heard from the room. Angelica leaned up against the wall and moved along against the wall, moving next to the door she looked right then left before squatting down to the ground and sliding the money and note under the door, as she did so the song picked up and was faster. Hurray for convenient and fitting music! After the best stealth mission ever being a success, Angelica sprinted down the hall and went back into her room, she she once again tip toed over to her bed and formed a cocoon with the duvet cover until she fell asleep again and kicked away the cover to leave her half covered.

A few hours later Angelica woke up once more, in a brighter mood than before. Now it was a bright new day and the birds were singing, the sun was shining and the breeze was breezy. Angelica sprung out of the bed and opened the curtains, she spun around and that was when she noticed the other bed again, after completely forgetting about, spinning around again she closed the curtains and had her final spin around as she went into the toilets. She approached the mirror and muttered "Alright! This is gonna be a great day! I tapely survived the first day and I can lecaty survive the second! I got this mother and aunty!" She smiled before going to her bed and picking out her dress for the day, and it was the same as yesterday! Which was her favourite! She took her clothes and went back into the toilets to get changed and cleaned up for the second day. Now that she was definitely ready for the second day she went back to her bed and sat down on it, taking out a large potion manual from her bag she began to 'read' it, refreshing her mind on some obscure potions.
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[SpiritOwl]

☁ Mistral ❅ Aquilo ☁
✧・ﾟ:*Magical Unicorn-Uniboi*:・ﾟ✧
Current Location: Dorm Room
Mistral awoke from his dreamless sleep, if it could be called that; it was but an empty mimicry of rest - for in what manner could inactivity possibly rejuvenate a unicorn? Nothing, nothing could set them to be even more refreshed or revitalized: it was a stark impossibility! Mistral found the act of nothingness a quaint performance however, and often experienced happiness while drifting into nothingness. (Not that his mind didn't do enough of that without rest.) Overnight, the area around Mistral had managed to accumulate quite a bit of fog, its source was simply his own night-time exhalations. The weather may have caused some grogginess, though not to Mistral's magical form.

Mistral rose promptly onto all four cloven hooves, and, in another ephemeral plume of mist, transformed from horse to boy! This was simply to dress himself, pick out an outfit before hand for the next day, and festoon his hair, horn, and body with as many splendors as possible! There was a good reason he typically chose to pick an outfit prior to the day usually beginning; it was just so hard to decide! Surely, there was no greater burden on earth then choosing what to wear. A great calamity upon us all. Though he knew regardless of what he wore it would not detract from his beauty, picking pieces was simply too difficult!

He stared hard into each drawer of his now tree-like dresser and wardrobe in mild dismay - my my, and just when he plucked a piece from it, he would just as earnestly return it. Picking out two outfits to some capacity made it easier; that way, he would get to pull two choices rather then just one - but even then, the decisions where slimmed down by no great amount! Though he gazed back and forth between various compartments and stores of garments, he resorted to what he always did - which was to select by chance whatever he saw first; perhaps do to his fortunate nature - or, perhaps his inflated confidence blinding beauty this method had yet to ever fail him. Though all his decorations were chosen at random, his earlier hesitance did manage to give it the feel as if he had some kind of plan.



✾ Syke ❀ Cria ✾
✽❋⚘✿Miniature Mage✿⚘❋✽
Current Location: Heading Very Slowly To The Nurse's Office
Lotusy Quick notice to Jay The Halloween Store Nurse that medical attendants never sleep And Mistborn to ensure lizard boi isn't brutally murdered b/c Syke did a woopsie ,YESTER NIGHT;
After being set upon a leaf, Syke DRAMATICALLY GASPED IN HORROR; ran around in a circle not once, not twice, not thrice, but four whole times before accidentally throwing herself from the platform and sprinting across the schoolyard towards the main building in a maneuver which was likely her quickest ever concocted - she hadn't even dawdled around to see if Cayman was going to come back out; this card duel was getting seriously out of hand and needed to be stopped!

It was a wonder a stray cat didn't devour her on the way there, and a severe luck that she bumped into the leg of janitorial staff at the steps of the school. Utilizing her fastest speed, it had probably taken two hours and twenty minutes for the Ohom to locate the help, but, she managed! Full of gurgling trauma, Syke collapsed into a heap at the foot of the school, slipping into a crack which must've at some time been occupied by spiders whilst the janitor hefted the lizard boy to (relative) safety. And probably gave Jay a rude awakening before chucking the unconscious crisp chameleon into a medical bed.

***
After awakening the next morning, Syke was feeling practically parched and certainly starved. Being the garden baby she was, she sipped up some nearby dew that had fallen onto her makeshift spiderweb bedding and snacked upon some seeds that had been trapped there for who knew how long. Syke had a substantial fit of coughing before letting out a high-pitched sneeze, she wasn't feeling too well this morning! Surely she was worse for ware then her dearly beloved friends. Still assuming the events of the duel had been of the card variety, Syke was disappointed in herself for going and narking on the game and failing to congratulate the lovely Nikiri! She would have to inquire what all the smoke and shiny lights were for. After sobbing out an apology, of course. Syke doused herself with a dew drop before swiping away all the webs and popping her head up and out of the ground.

The action, reminded her of sprouting so sentimentally - that a tear came to her eye. If anyone was around to ask, she would've blamed it on the sun's rays. Syke gave a tender pat to the dirt tacking on a soft, "Bless you," before giving her homemade bag a good tug and setting off into the main building in search of the Nurse's Office. She did have a penchant for wanting to find her friends, where ever they may have ended up after celebrating Nikiri's victory - or draw do to a janitor spoiling all the fun - but the rasp in Syke's throat was too strong too ignore and she felt a cough drop would sooth her immensely!
Only the tiniest cough drop would suffice.

☀ Éanna ☀
☙ Puppeteering Parrot ❧
Current Location: Courtyard
Éanna had been up at at'em since the crack of dawn! It would be a shame upon his plumage where he not to rise at such an ungodly hour; a mortal horror, really. He had done a lot! Cleaned himself up a bit, reequiped his likely soapy sweater, angrily threw something across the room in spontaneous rage, tweeted out some morning chants - being sure to implement the newly learned holy 'ew', did a little hot-foot jig, stared in concern at his unblinking room mate, crowed mournfully at the chip in his third best mask, put on an even better mask - his second best mask, posed spookily with his feathers at maximum puff in front of the bathroom mirror - frightening to even himself, rubbed his shoulder with the powder of an ancient root said to bring about foul hexes, adjusted the feathers of his magnificent skirt, and carefully wrapped the arms of a rather sock-monkey-esque puppet around his neck for moral support - securing it with its own velcore'd hands. The unsettling friend would bring him moral support on this first day of classes! It was certainly not endowed with a curse that could potentially bring calamity upon those seeking to hurt the birb, no, that'd be silly! He compulsively readjusted his things - making sure they were all there, intact, where he left them - before chirruping contentedly and flying out the door!

He spiraled out of the Journey House with plenty of peeps and whistles, gliding across the school grounds until he reached his calling. The beauty, the mastery, the amazingly multifaceted school store! He put his hands on the glass and leaned in, gawking at all the immaculate goods and merchandise.
If Éanna had the capability of doing so, he would've torn the school store from its foundations and toted it all the way back to his tropical home. Maybe one day, he could. And even if not, a bird could dream.
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[Foxu]

Omen King

Location: Cafateria || Interacting: N/A || Briefly Mentioned: Moist Boi & Stalkery Jim

Omen King had stood in the corner of his side of the room, it lacked the bells-and-whistles that many of his fellow student’s dorms possessed. The default furnishings suited the giant entity just fine! He thought of Wayne’s word game as he tried to fall asleep, wishing he’d had said more than he had. There was always so much to discuss, hopefully he’d get the chance to glean new perspectives on many of the concepts he held most dear. Yes, it would be a wonderful thing. Age of Weakness fell asleep, standing upright. Laying down was difficult for him to do, and proved even harder to recover from. His dreams were filled with the walls of the school’s bathroom and strange bending lights that overtook him like sheaths of rioting smoke. A rushing sound was prevalent, akin to that of a running faucet. When he awoke, the being felt starkly upset. He could not bargain or guess at why he was struck with this sudden sense of poignance, but he carried on as normal nonetheless. He twirled ponderously for an entrancing minuet to wake himself up, bringing his shimmering physique to the door. He hesitated for a moment, thinking of introducing himself to Yui, but being too antsy to do so.

He absconded the room, checking on the stale green gummy bears he kept folded into his robes. His friends were all in order. Happy that this was cemented in his mind, Omen King sauntered through the halls for a while, trying to come up with a place to go. He decided the cafeteria made the most sense. He imagined the majority of his fellow students would be congregated there. He thought about eating and laughed to himself, he’d have to ask someone what it felt like! The idea made him a little nervous, but thoughts of yesterday reminded him that speaking naturally was easy when one was calm. He centered his mind as he left the Logica Commons and cut across the courtyard, the brightly rising sun filled his heart with delight. He greeted it warmly in his mind, stopping to appreciate the gently beauty of it. He’d heard that human’s eyes hurt if they looked at the sun for too long, an idea that made Age of Weakness forlorn. What a terrible thing it would be to not be able to gaze at it for extended periods of time! After admiring the tranquil sun, Omen King finished his journey to the cafeteria. He was quickly taken aback at how large the place was,” Oh, what a stunning place!” he declared aloud. If only he’d gone to see it the day before. Though the place was as bleak and tepid as can be, Omen King found joy in the environment. The blanched tables designed for easy cleaning, the floor shiny from being freshly waxed, why, it was all so quaint and amicable. He drifted about the drab location in childish wonder, to think so many people would come together for the common goal of fueling their corporeal forms. It was truly touching. His nonexistent gaze settled on many of the strange faces, and despite his amazement, Omen King continued to laugh about the concept of eating.
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Shu Crudele

Location: Library || Interacting: N/A || Mentioned: Suspicious Roomie

Shu had returned to his dorm the night before, only to be confronted by the second most horrific thing he’d ever seen. Some twat had gone through his few worldly possessions! The nerve of some people, this must have been the doing of whatever repugnant imbecile he'd be rooming with this year. He gingerly placed all his items back into his bag, checking each item over to see if it’d been harmed in anyway. Nothing had been, but everything felt tainted in Shu’s piercing eyes. He was embarrassed at the realization that whoever he was rooming with knew he’d brought his anime with him. The greatest shame he could think of. Were it not for the lovely blankness of his room, Shu would have certainly flipped his lid, but the bleak white walls and chilling cold brought peace to the ice sprite. He sat down cross-legged, starring ahead into infinity. he drifted away to the sound of his ears ringing. Tinnitus, the sweet sound was like bio neural beats to the boy, who was quickly enveloped in a blissful meditative trance. He’d chosen to face Éanna’s side of the room, only realizing then that his roommate had been there this whole time. He bore his eyes into Éanna’s sleeping form all night. Brimming with inner contempt for the disrespectful acts his peer had committed. To touch a man’s waifu paraphernalia? It was like cutting off his ear. Lascivious nitwit, he’s fortunate I’m so forgiving!

Just before dawn broke Shu had risen from his place, removing his pale blue coat. He let out a decadent and relieved sound, as if removing his coat had been like shedding his skin. He dressed himself in a different coat that was nearly identical to its predecessor. However, putting on this article felt wrong to Shu, he no longer trusted the sanctity of his wardrobe. His clothing had been defiled by unknown hands and feet, Shu noted that he would have to sanitize everything he owned before he'd feel clean again. His eyes wafted over to the boy at the other side of the room, what sort of morning oblations was that guy doing? It freaked Shu out and he decided not to question the feathered feind's antics for the time being. It was his fault. Shu gathered his absinthe and left to go to the library, which proved difficult to get into at such an early hour, but he entered through a window he’d broken the lock off of the year before. Slipping inside, Shu gathered a collection of books and sought out a prime place to read them, finding himself sitting precariously at the top of a rather tall bookshelf. Were it not for his exceptionally light weight, the thing would have surely toppled over. Within leaves of a lack-luster book, he came across a dog-eared page, making his skin crawl with the gusto of a million writhing beetles. This place is a cesspool. He diligently straightened out the corner, muttering to himself about some insignificant thing. A vandal at heart, if there was one form of disfiguring Shu didn’t understand it was the defacing of literature. He made sure to keep watch of the time, as to not be late for any upcoming classes.
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Synnøve Åse

Location: Outside School Store || Interacting: SpiritOwl || Mentioned: Campus Lurkers

If there was one thing Synnøve despised more than going to bed at night, it was getting out of it in the morning. She bemoaned the rising sun as it creeped in through the window in the middle of the room. The dark elf rolled onto her stomach, dragging her pillow over the back of her head. Synnøve gritted her teeth and groaned, flailing her legs back and forth in the air. In a world of potential actions, all she wanted to do was not do anything at all. She silently envisioned herself shaking a fist at the sun and everything it stood for, the world would be much more beautiful if it was night all the time. She continued to mope, trying to force herself back to sleep. The girl begrudgingly sat up with her pillow clutched to her chest. Knowing that she was too alert to entertain the soft kiss of sleep again, Synnøve threw her pillow to the side and burst out of her disheveled sheets. Any past sense of lethargy was left untraceable on her bright-eyed face as she gathered up her makeup pouch, applying her favorites with the speed of summer lightning. She drew back two sections of her long prismatic hair, tying them together with a brilliant red ribbon. She dressed without giving much thought to it, nearly messing up her hairdo in the process. Synnøve forgot to brush her teeth that morning, which was no rare occurrence. She hummed as she flitted about her side of the room, scanning the other half to make initial judgements on her roommate.

Synnøve rolled up her sleeves to her elbow, sighing. She wandered out the door. She’d chosen to opt out of breakfast, a decision she would no doubt regret later that day. The girl left the Haven house and decided to scope out the seediest venue of the school, the school store! She walked across the school grounds to the location, gazing at her other peers. None of them particularly looked to be brimming with evil nectar, which left her feeling disappointed. She could have sworn something malignant had gone down the night before. Synnøve entered the store and quickly set about looking for the classic school essentials. Had she gone there just because she hadn’t shown up with her school supplies, and hadn’t bothered to get them yesterday? Probably. She could have stood in the aisle all day; there were so many cute novelty erasers! She quickly got distracted, trying to pick the best of the best. Gasping and talking to herself about the difficult decisions she was making. Did she want the Hello Neko or the Fredoppi planner? It only made sense to buy one, her girlish heart was torn. "I'm doomed!" she whispered all too loudly, hitting her face with one of the colorful planners in a disgruntled haze. Fate decided for her! Clearly the pain inducing planner was the superior one, Freddoppi it was. She gathered together her obscene amount of bright trash, heading over to the counter to make her purchase.

After evacuating the economic crime scene, the girl spotted a strange figure peeping in through the windows. VOYEUR!
Wait- was that...a stinking bird? What a lucky day! She hustled over, was this a student or indigenous wildlife? She had no clue! "Hey there little birdie!" ugh. "Would you like something to..." She went digging through her pockets only to find that she had no food to offer Éanna who, to anyone else, would have clearly been another student.​

 

[SpiritOwl]

☀ Éanna ☀
☙ Puppeteering Parrot ❧
Current Location: Courtyard
Foxu
Éanna felt a strange malaise wash over him as the entrance to the school store swung open besides him; the feeling, was inkling; crawling up his feathers and ruffling his very core. It passed quickly, however, so the bird payed it no mind. After all, he was enraptured with the colorful window display! What horrific and dark artifacts were these? Why, were their smiles so wide, eyes, so shiny - he thought for a moment they might be intended to ward off evil, but then, why wasn't their fur plastered in the blood of trespassers?! Éanna reasoned that even without viscera and gore, the stuffed house mascots were terrifying and fluffy idols. The next time he came across some cash he'd get a few for souvenirs for his cousins. Obviously all replicas of the Eagle; Journey Hauwze was best Hauwze.

He watched the window engrossed, unknowingly bouncing slightly with excitement. Being near such an impressive shop humbled him greatly. Just as he thought about stepping inside, knowing far too well the dangers posed by such an action may have prevented him from ever attending a class again, that feeling of utmost rage, no, not rage - nor fury, nor wrath, not even chaotic energy, certainly not sorrow or dread! It was a feeling of absolute hate which overcame him - he was deeply intrigued, surely, the people at the store wouldn't loath him enough to make the store his enemy! He loved the store! Then again, this extreme loathing, was powerful - a strong emotion which one could very well expel through the fields of creativity! What terror-beast could he whip up out of this feeling of so, so much abhorrence?!?! These feeling of primal despisal could fuel the creation - OF ENDLESS CREATIONS. The possibilities! They whirred through his mind one after another; though, he did not know how good he'd be at seeing such things to fruition, if he focused in on the HATE long enough, he was sure he'd be capable of making at least one good thing! What a wonderful emotion! Éanna was so pleased by the hate! It was surely a lovely feeling.

It was as the door opened he stumbled upon a realization: it, it was this girl, this upperclassman, who brought forth these feelings of hatred in the bird. Éanna knew immediately this must have been the doing of powerful magic, and found the entity capable of expelling such horrors an entrancing sorceress. He clung to her every word, chirping giddily with the thought of being given advice from such a magical being! But no, NO, he shouldn't be feeling happiness; he should hone in on the hate! Let it rouse his spirits! He stared hard ahead as she spoke, remembering vile and eeeviiiile thoughts - letting them consume his being!!! That was until he realized rather then advice the girl was offering him a thing! Great Joyous Day; such generosity had been given to him yesterday, and it proved to follow him into the present! He chirped excitedly and without any timidness, pulled her hair ribbon right away with a good ol' jump-and-grab. The red hue was stunning and he was pleased to be allowed a favor from so powerful a conjurer. Éanna was so besides himself with happiness, and hatred, that he could not manage words!

His failure to speak the common language to her may have kept her under the ruse that he was no more then birb. Though Éanna failed to show gratitude in words, he quite forgot what they meant with his head awash with the most irritating sensations of hate his small frame had ever experienced, he attempted to do so through deed! In a swift gesture he tied the colorful cord about his puppet-companion's wrist; shortly after he crammed his hand into it's back to force it to preform a great dip of the head in thanks! Éanna was sure by procuring these feeling of primal hate, one day, the inanimate puppet would gain a sentience which would allow it's crocheted beak (serving as some strange nose, considering the thing also possessed a terrifying gaping smile) to plunge into the hearts of enemies. Upon gifting the puppet with an acessory, Éanna realized he'd failed to give it a name - he'd call it... not being able to think creatively under such stressful emotions, Éanna unintentionally pulled from Synnøve words, and dubbed the thing 'Birdie'. Yes. Birdie, would be destined a conduit of extreme hate.

With great euphoria, and in an attempt to prevent himself from brutally strangling Synnøve do to some force which compelled him against his will, Éanna hugged his freshly named puppet.
The feelings he felt towards the dark elf were no doubt extreme, perhaps from the root he had implemented, perhaps because he as a being was simply susceptible to the persuasion of magic. And such deliciously dark and sinister magic it was! Was this hate-field a hex? A curse?! He'd love to ask as soon as he got over being dumbfounded. Though mute to words other then that of his kin, Éanna was no doubt tweeting like no tomorrow.​

 

[metalcity]

Megan

Before enrolling to her first ever high school Megan made sure she knew her rights and what going to this school would entail, this helped her learn that nothing of use gets done on the first day so she decided to ditch and get herself a lovely hotel room outside of school, where herself and Becky (her totally real BFF) decided to eat all the healthy foods! But in moderation. After spending all day in the hotel Becky had the genius idea that they go to school fashionably late instead of outright skipping it, however when they turned up it was 1 minute before the school gates closed, it was like Becky had this all planned out, go Becky! Thanks to the research Megan did, she knew exactly how to catch up on all the information she missed! Someone made the best invention ever a few eons ago, the magical noticeboard! Used to notice things on a board! As Megan entered the school she could instantly see one of the noticeboards that were scattered around the campus. After seeing her oh so important name and room number she didn't bother to read anything more, it wouldn't be important or anything and if it was it would be next to her name, plus someone would definitely tell the most important figure at this school about it later. "Well we would like obviously share a room, Becky. Why would they pair me up with some skank?" Megan tutted at the mere thought.

Upon entering their room, Megan was in shock at this sub par room given to her. How dare they treat her like this! She was in a better room about an hour ago. One of the worst parts of the room was the smell, mainly because she couldn't see much over how dark it was. She was about to turn the light on but Becky advised her not to. "Fine, Becky. Lets just like sleep then, gosh." While rolling her eyes Megan changed into her cute pyjamas and climbed into her bed while Becky climbed into the other, not having a clue someone was already occupying it.

When the girls awoke Megan couldn't help but burst out into laughter at the state of Becky's side of the room "O. M. G. Becky. What on earth is like wrong with your side of our room? It is like tots tacky." She chuckled in absolute disgust. As she started to simmer down she continued "Take it down before you make the whole room uninhabitable." Megan looked back up to the posters, then to the plants placed around. Megan raised her eye brow and folded her arms as she replied to Becky "Like what do you mean? Its only us in this room. There is like, no one else here, Becky." However that is when she made a very good point "That does like make sense...I like guess...This is outrageous. The school better sort out this mess and get this junk out of our room." She huffed, she couldn't believe the school put this in her room, it didn't even make much sense. "Lets go, Becky." Megan demanded while quickly getting changed into the only other set of clothes on her. She rolled her eyes while turning to face Becky "To a teacher obviously. God, Becky." And with that both the girls stormed out of their room in search of a teacher, leading them outside the Haven dorms.​

 

[GingerBread]

Jonathan

Interacting

No one
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Location

Jon and Mika's Dorm room​

Notes

N/A​

Stuff

N/A​

Tags

Silvis
okmelonn
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Jon hardly got a chance to respond to getting yelled at by the small plant girl or Cayman introducing himself before they both ran off to go watch a ''D-D-D-Duel''. Not that Jon minded much, he Didn't really have any reason to stick around after Mika had left. He'd only came over to Make sure he was okay Make sure that he knew how much of a loser he was. Since everyone else had left, aside from him and Kareek, Jon decided that it was probably time for them to head off to bed as well. It's not like He had any friends to hang out with there was anything else to do in this lame school. Jon made his way over to Kareek's room, though not in a hurry as he didn't really want to be alone in a room with the Cute Lame witch boy. Jon quickly found Kareek's dorm room, and dropped him off there, before heading off to his own dorm.

When Jon got to his room, He started to get ready to head to sleep. He started undressing, taking off his almost completely ruined clothes with the utmost care. Not wanting them to become any more damaged, since they were important... after all what else would he have to wear if it was completely ruined? His pants were fine, it was just the shirt that was in tatters. Jon carefully held it in front of him, assessing the damage it had taken, before sighing and slowly and neatly folding it up and placing it atop the table on the side of his bed, along with his now folded up trousers. Too tired to give any thought to what tomorrow was going to be like, Jon climbed into bed, laying on his side and making sure that his wings weren't constrained by the duvet before drifting off to sleep.

As the sun shone through the window, Jon slowly and groggily started to wake up. In an almost automatic response, Jon tried to pull the duvet over his face to get the sun out of his eyes. Though as he did, he caused the duvet to harshly rub over his wings, causing him to let out a yelp which was similar to the one he had made on the first day, when Mika had touched his wings. Jon tried to wiggle out of the duvet but just succeeded in falling face first flat on the ground with the duvet wrapped around him. "Ow" The bedding confining his wings way more than what he'd ever be even close to comfortable with. Jon laid on the ground for a few moments before starting to slowly push the duvet off of himself.

 

[turtlepancakes]

Clemente "Clem" de la Torre-Vasquez
Interacting with: no one yet | Mentioned: Lazy Taco
Location: Leaving Journey house/dorm room, entering the cafeteria
Clem had thrown his stuff onto his bed to be unpacked later. Whoever this Declan kid was, he hadn't seen him yet. I just hope he isn't too... judgy? Nevermind, he thought.

Clemente packed up some things in his backpack and left the dorm room. He wasn't too excited to be meeting new people, but they were more or less just like him, right? Outcasts, judged and tossed away by humans and sent here for an education? Was he the only 'hybrid?' Were there any more demons?

Are my worries even justified? Clem wondered as he walked. This could turn out very well. Mamá dice que saldrá genial.

He entered the cafeteria silently. "Oh señor aquí vamos." Clemente said to himself as he found a seat alone. "There are quite a few people here..."

(EDIT: changed 'shoulder bag' to 'backpack' and top text)

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

Leilani Zhou

This was it. She was finally here again, back at Lakoria.
It had taken her dad so long to get her here that she missed the ceremony! she also missed being able to mingle with the new kids. She probably also missed Schmetterling's introduction to the Journey kids. Boy did she miss a lot.
"No matter." She said to herself, "I'll just have to..."
She stopped in her tracts, thinking about what she did have to do at the moment. She doesn't know who her roommate is or where her room is. Who knows what could be waiting for her there. Last year she was roomed with some monster who had daddy issues. That was a very strange year.
But this year was going to be different! Leilani was hoping to have the best roommate ever and the best time here ever!
.......
Oh who was she kidding. This school was so unpredictable that she just couldn't even hope that somthing good would happen. Well good things did happen but there was also something crazy happening in this school too. she just had to do what she always did, wander around and hope she meets someone interesting.


No Mention. Just a crap post lol.
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[Nonexisting]

jackal fuzukoto
~male-shapeshifter~

Spoiler: theme

jackal had turned in the night before after getting done with everything he needed to,not leaving the room for the rest of the night having had enough interactions for the day. from the looks of the room it was obvious he had unpacked and put his things in the according places as well did some very obvious decorating to the room. jackal's bed was simplistic with the exception of a big sushi pillow and some cat toys. the walls were left untouched and on the windowsill was a very intricate arrangement of flowers that fell down it. there was what looked to be a cat tower by the end of jackal's bed which was also covered in the same types of flowers. in fact, it seemed the room was just adorned with flowers and petals that the shifter brought from his homeland. their sweet scent was comforting to him in a way but sadly did not entirely help him when it came to his problems. he still had night terrors and that wouldn't change so easily of course unfortunately. jackal that night went to sleep in his own bed having tossed and turned a bit being rather uncomfortable without the acompiant of and warmth of another body. even when he was back living with his aunt he would sleep by the foot of his cousin every single night he had stayed because of this and those nights he was left by himself he would stay up waiting until someone came home before eventually giving in to exhaustion.

that morning seemed to be quiet with the exception of the soft sounds of birds chirping outside the window as the warm sunlight shone through the rather delicate glass of the room window making a line of warm light across the dim room. jackal stirred half awake flicking up his cat ears as a soft purr rose inside his chest. he was holding onto something or perhaps someone nuzzling his face into it laying there for a good few moments not wanting to get up. after a few minutes the shifter sniffed and his ruby colored eyes shot open as he quickly jolted up with his hands on the bed he was laying on. sitting up too quickly he sunk back down almost doubling over with a hiss flatting his ears as his golden locks swooped down falling past his cheeks. lifting his head up his eyes shifted over before his head turned in realization he was not in his own bed. instead it just so happened to be his roommate's bed. of course. upon realization he was quick to look down the other male whom of which laying on the bed below him before leaning over in a form of curiosity. moving down leaning over his roommate he hovered only a few inches from his face before he suddenly became flustered and quickly moving back,getting off the bed or at least tried to.

having gotten off the bed by nearly falling over,his face was flushed a bright red that spread across his cheeks cover his mouth taking a few steps back. his fur was on end and he was extremely unsure what to think about the situation. usually jackal didn't think too much of climbing into a bed with someone but seeing this guy had somewhat surprised him. 'CALM DOWN DAMN IT! CALM DOWN,IDIOT!' he shook his head feeling the heat still rise in his cheeks. 'calm down it's nothing! it's not like you did anything!' he thought taking a deep breath then exhaled running his fingers through his hair. he looked down at his shirtless torso and his ears flattened as he then looked back over to the other side. he then started to change into some clean clothes minding himself and trying to forget the rather attractive guy that he was just in bed with.​

GingerBread
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[Mistborn]

Cayman Wyman
Location: Nurses office
Current Form: Human
Interacting With: Lotusy
Mentioned: SpiritOwl

Fading in and out of consciousness was obviously not a pleasant experience for anyone, but Cayman was appreciative of the blissful nothingness that let him temporarily ignore the pain he felt. The feeling of his charring scales was one of the most agonizing things he had ever experienced and upon being released from it as the sprinkler system doused the entirety of the gym he let himself slip into a deep sleep, leaving himself to whatever fate he was privy to.

As the fortunate, or unfortunate depending on how you look at it, janitor hefted the dead weight that was the unconscious lizard boy to the nurses office, Cayman's body returned to its human state to conserve as much energy as possible. The injuries suffered in his lizard form were not simply discarded once he returned to his human form, no, they were transferred onto his person. The burns stayed as charred patches on his leather clothes and included deeper burns into his flesh. His exposure to the smoke left him with a rasping, sickly cough and pale skin.

Small bits of conscious thought returned to him as he was carried through the halls, leaving him staring up blankly at the ceiling. At least... I'm not dead yet. As he was rather unceremoniously dropped onto a medical bed he rolled onto his side, letting out another hoarse cough. He felt awful, besides his physical injuries he felt that he had failed, having been taken out of the fight before it ever really began. Hopefully... hopefully Syke is alright. He wasn't sure about anything that had happened in the gym, maybe he hadn't helped at all and it burned to the ground, maybe he had saved the building and those inside. Whatever the end result may have been, at least he had tried to help. He wanted to crane his neck around and look for the nurse, he could hear movement nearby but couldn't quite muster up the energy to look. He'd just have to wait for the nurse to make their way over at their own pace.​

 

[Violetti]

• Nikiri

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  She was suffocating. The smoke had quickly filled her lungs, and she began to slowly accept her fate with every passing second. Her body went numb from the scorching flames, and her vision faded out. The last sight she took was that of Syke. Dear, wonderful Syke. How she had hoped her precious friend would not see her like this. Still, there lay a selfish desire to hold onto her image.
  
  Though the woman could no longer open her eyes to see, she continued to hear frantic gurgles and foot steps around her. Until that too, was stripped from her consciousness. Complete silence. Death's arms reached out for her, much akin to the gracefulness of Slumber. This was Death. And it was strangely inviting.
  
  

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  The sunlight was warm against her eyelids. Nikiri's nature scenery within her room was blooming with life. The mock sunlight filtered in through the small tree leaves. Vines wrapped around the frame of her bed as if they were lovers embracing. Gently sitting up, the neko blinked in a confused manner. Why am I here? And she truly meant it in the rawest sense. I was dying. I'm sure of it. Her room-mate was still snoozing peacefully on her side, and Nikiri didn't think it best to call out to her in hopes of an explanation. Not that she could properly muster any words right now.
  
  Dipping her feet over the edge of the bed, the feline hesitantly touched her shoes to the soft grass below. Her garments from the night before remained unharmed. Lilac strands of hair brushed her cheek as she hobbled a little ungracefully out of bed, and made her way to the bathroom. Staring at herself in the mirror, she couldn't see a singe in sight. She drew a finger down the side of her face, stunned at the sight of a familiar face staring back at her. This is me...but...
  
  It was unmistakable. Something was wrong. Something must be-
  Her thoughts screeched to a halt, as her finger traveled down to the symbol upon her neck. ":3" What an odd mark. When..? Tattoos were not foreign to the woman, as she owned a few tribal signs herself. But this was most definitely new. Caressing the tattooed image repeatedly, she scraped her mind for a memory of recollection. A memory that was simply not there for her to recall. Her heart beat furiously in her chest now, as tears of frustration threatened to spill from her eyes. It's no use. I can't remember...
  
  But what she could remember, was the man in the sacred cloth. NekoLover69. Had it all been a retched dream? Impossible. Nikiri leaned herself against the edge of the sink, focusing on the man's movements before she lost sight. He wanted to kill her. That she remembered. Yet, mingled with the instinctual fear she felt when thinking of his presence, was a sense of...comfort.
  Such contrasting emotions made zero sense to the woman. It was as if her body knew something she didn't. Brushing her hair back, she let out an exasperated sigh, undressing to prepare for a nice bath. She would just have to collect the missing pieces of her memory, one by one.
  
  Mentioned: TheImmortalDeity SpiritOwl Shagranoz
  
  
  

  
  

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

'-eah but look at him! Hes so beautiful! It's the perfect pairing! He ththinks he's annoying and he thithinks he's annoying too! Thats how the formula goes.'
'That formula sucks. The best ship in the show is definitely Kiri and that ook dude. Like he even has the name, hes an ukuke! And a tsundere. It's perfect. Perfectly sexy. '
Pluto slowly opened his eyes to the sound of the snakes talking and other students walking around. His back hurt, his head hurt, his mouth felt dry but alalso wet. He almost forgot where he was for a second and iit honestly scscared him, causing him to wake up and let out a yelp.
"AaAaaah wha-what year is it!!??"
'Pluto shush! We are talking about ass over here!'
'Some people are just so rude.'
Pluto looked around the room and wiped ththe drool off of his mouth. He needed to make his sleeping potion now or never! He just couldn't live like this! The snakes had stayed up all night watching anime, just sucking the life out of him with every episode. And that wasn't even the worst part. Somehow they had also convinced him to get out his laptop so that the other half of his head could watch Kitchen Nightmares!!!

"I can't live like this. I can't live like this." He growled as he got up went to get dressed. He didn't care if he fucking missed one damn class. He needed to go find the ingredients for this thing. He needed to be able to sleep!! Pluto looked through his bag of clothes and pulled out some basic looking black overalls, a white sweatshirt underneath, and some hiking boots that made him just a tiny bit taller.
'You look like you just walked out of a boy band magazine.'
'Why do you wanna look like one of those Krap dudes?'
Pluto stood there silently.
'Pluto?'
"It's hat day." He said as he looked through the bag once more.
'Oh shit, no!! Not a hat day!!'
'It's too hot under there!!'
Pluto was not in the mood to listen to their winning today. So he changed to his fully human form and put a baseball cap on. It was the first thing he pulled out so he just went with it. There was nothing special about it, just a basic black cap.
He grabbed his backpack and left the room, hoping that he could find what he needed.

Violetti

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

This was not on the schedule.
Yui was not supposed to pass out on the damn floor! He was supposed to be watching his love and making sure that purple haired bimbo didn't try anything funny.
He failed.
He never imagined that he would actually faint from hearing those two talking to each other. It was horrible, just horrible! Those two...were they on a date? Why did he invite her here? Why her? Why wasn't it him who was down there embraced by Tac.
Yui was wrong again.
'what the heck happened while I was out?'
Yui sat up and looked over the balcony, just in time to see Tac perform a very beautiful swan dive. Yui may have been confused but he still had time to let out a squeal of delight after seeing it.
'Oh gosh! He's so amazing!....But I do have to get out of here.' He turned and looked at some of the damage he had done. 'Before I get in trouble.'
He took one last look at the gym before he jumped down to the ground and snuck out of the gym.

Oh how he wished he had been to bed earlier. Yui woke up the second his roommate had left the room. He decided that he had to do somthing about Tac. He had to see him! He needed to show Tac that he was better then some purple jerk! After jumping up and getting in his second cutest outfit, Pink skinny jeans, a black and pink stripped sweater, and black high tops.
Yui was ready.
He reached under his bed and pulled out the large trunk with the word 'Gifts' written on it in very fancy handwriting. He sorted through it and finally puled out a mason jar full of what looked like...brown flour? He giggled and held the jar close to his chest. He quickly kicked the trunk back under the bad and ran out of the room, hoping to make it to the Home ec building.


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@ anyone in the journey hallway or making their way around the courtyard idk

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