Fantasy Lakoria High school

[okmelonn]

Mikaela

Interacting With

cute fairy boy!

Current Location

jom and mila's dorm room

Notes

happy boy! about to give his friend a nice gifto!

Stuff

black, hand-knit wing covers. they're really soft.

Tags

GingerBread

It was early morning when Mikaela woke up. A stream of orange-hued light floated across the room, seeming to find its way directly into the witch's eyes. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his face as he stood and began to stretch. Sunrise was just peaking the horizon, causing Mika to find his way over to the window to watch it fully. It really was quite nice, though it was nothing compared to his homelands. A small smile spread across his face, and he began to doze off into the blackness of rest once more. However, just as his eyes began to close there was a small 'thud!', causing him to whip his head around to the bed adjacent to his. There he was, laying on the floor. Jom! Jon! A widespread grin placed itself onto the boy's features, and in an instant he was up and running towards the boy. Making a dive for the floor, he became eye-level with the fairy. "Jon! Good morning!" He greeted excitedly. "C'mon, c'mon..! Get up! I have something to show you. I know you're gonna love it!" His smile beamed with a brightness of that to match the sun. Suddenly, Broom-Chan was up and off her holdster! She zoomed over to Jon, prodding him with her straw-end until he was on his feet. Then, she hurried over to Mikaela just as he sat down in mid air, easily lifting him up and off the ground and rushing him to his personal dresser. There, he removed a black.. Cloth.. Thing? Before the item could be fully identified, he was back over to Jon. "I'm.. Really sorry about touching your wings yesterday.. I didn't know they were so sensitive! And, also, I feel even worse about not being there during your.." He cringed, "..Attack." During his statement, a rather dismal look placed itself onto his features. He took the knit, black clothing and held it out to Jon. "These.. They're for you! They're wing covers, I hope you like them!" He offered the other a friendly, though still slightly apologetic, smile.​

Nevore

Interacting With

open for interactions!

Current Location

cafeteria

Notes

hoping theres no fish for breakfast..

Stuff

an extravagantly decorated fish-bowl

Tags

none

Nevore began his morning awaking to a mass of water. Just like home, just like home.. Except, it wasn't. The waters of his native island were crystal clear, forever pure and untouched by any of the pollution and destruction that plagued the outer worlds. No. Today, this morning more specifically, Nevore found himself placed in a rather cruel place of Lakoria. The Logica Men's bathroom. Forced to sleep with his head in a full sink due to the fear of quite legitimately dying in his sleep, as well as the lack of an aquatic-creature friendly habitat for the likes of himself, his pride took a stern blow. He awoke, raising his head out of the cool waters. "Nobody has to know, nobody has to know.." He mumbled to himself, exiting the bathroom.
Following making a quick stop into his dorm room to dress himself and prepare for the day, he headed to the cafeteria in order to grab himself a quick breakfast, hopefully bumping into his horned money-maker Mistral there. His heart absolutely leapt at the thought, and he didn't deny himself of the giddiness that came from a successful contracting! Throwing open the doors of the cafeteria in a rather dramatic manner, he began to scan the area.​

Atourr

Interacting With

angelique the cute witch!

Current Location

atourr and angelica's dorm

Notes

gasp! atourr make new small friend!

Stuff

none

Tags

metalcity

Atourr hadn't been sure what time she fell asleep. She was always known to have issues with such trivial matters as 'sleep'. Insomnia? No. Paranoia? Maybe a little. But it was the itching urge.. That fighting idea that she could have been snooping around in search for more cool objects that kept her awake! Eventually, after enough tossing and turning and convincing that she could search the next day, she fell asleep.
Upon Atourr's awakening, however, she noticed her room-mate already awake, bright and early. Actually, what time was it? Was it early? Ah, no! She was probably already late on her schedule.. Rolling to one side of the bed, the orc hurriedly swung her muscular legs over the side. Though, she did suppose that before anything she would give her new friend a proper greeting! Baring her fang-toothed smile once more, Atourr approached the other girl. "G..Good morning, missus! I suppose that we.. Dorm-mates? My name Daiamo, but friends call me Daia. You friend? You can call me Daia if you's like!" She explained rather excitedly. "What your name? Oh! Also! Daia like missus's hat.. It has point at the top!" She nodded towards the other's headwear in fascination. In English, she spoke rather brokenly. Though, in her own language, her vocabulary went to a rather impressive extent! Because she thought to herself in her native language, her thoughts were arguably easier to understand. Ah! Atourr! What an exquisite job you've just done yourself! Humans.. They like their headwear, correct? Yes.. Correct.. Very nice observation, if I do say so myself. She's bound to be your friend now!​

 

[Loony_Bin]

Tags: Lotusy
Location: Dorm Room
Mood: 'I'm not up to it'

Not Okay​

Dibe felt herself drift to sleep at some point during the night, though she wasn't sure when. One moment she was in the broom closet, alone with only the smell of bleach to fill her nostrils, and then at some point during the night she had walked with her head down into her dorm to curl up into her bed. All Dibe knew was that a part of her considered staying inside for the day...maybe the week...or month...might as well just go for the entire year at that point actually.

Regardless, what Dibe hadn't expected was for her to be shaken awake by her roommate, (who she had, admittedly forgotten existed considering 90% of her time was spent in a broom closet). Dibe opened her eyes slightly to look up at her roommate, only to gasp and hide her face. She had forgotten just how pretty Rosie was, and the witch suddenly felt a deep shame in her appearance, which consisted of her wrinkled clothes from the day before and her now screwed up and day old make up, which was especially horrid as her eyeliner was no doubt ruined from her crying for most of the night before. Dibe felt herself take a deep breath, she desperately wanted to say hello to Rosie, maybe even offer to walk her to class, but after the rejection from yesterday she wasn't feeling all to up to introducing herself to people much...

Dibe decided to stay wrapped inside her blanket instead of facing Rosie, hiding herself in a little burrito of comfort and anti-socialism. Through the blanket though, Rosie could hear a very muffled voice say, "U-Um, I think we go to the cafeteria for breakfast, then we go to our first period...b-but I'm not sure! So please don't be mad at me if I'm wrong..." Dibe's voice quivered throughout her speech, even if she hadn't truly said very much at all, and it was plainly obvious that for whatever reason she seemed to be terrified of talking to Rosie....

Tags: Violetti Mistborn Anyone
Location: Courtyard
Mood: 'This is the most basic shit...'

Teen's First Back to School​

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

Mac slammed his hand down hard on the alarm clock on his bedside and furrowed his brow, whispering to himself as he snuggled deeper into his blankets and turned over, "Why in the holy hell do I have an alarm clock?

...

Oh god it's the first day of class isn't it?"

With a sigh Mac slowly got out of bed with his eyes half open, shivering at the cold he suddenly felt from his open window, confused a bit. When he looked down he furrowed his brow at his now mostly naked body beyond the pair of grey boxers at his waist, looking back to his bed to see he'd taken off his clothes at some point in the night...huh. The selkie assumed he must've remembered he wouldn't be able to do his usual, 'wear the same clothes two days in a row' thing before he went to sleep.

Mac went to his top drawer and pulled out a towel that was licensed by one of his favorite shows, something about fishing and a cute alien boy, it'd been awhile since he watched it admittedly, but still. As he was about to leave the room, Mac paused and looked down at his towel, wondering if he should use the one he pulled out..."Eh fuck it, I'm to tired to care about the embarrassment..."

Mac exited, walking quickly towards the showers, once he arrived there Mac got into a stall and pulled the curtain shut before hanging his towel up and turning on the shower, letting the water fall over his body as he leaned his head against the wall, trying to stay awake desperately, 'Ugh...how do some kids do this each morning...' Mac usually never went to class, after all all the teachers ever did was blab about things they didn't care about while students pretended they cared about what was being taught, and usually going to class only ever wasted time he could be spending doing odd jobs and meeting up with clients, but every first day Mac always made sure to go to class, it was a good way to scope out new faces and all the like and it was the only day of the year most students felt like going to class anyway...still though, waking up so early sucked hard.

Mac continued to let the water pour over him, realizing as he slowly woke up that getting ready on the first day meant he couldn't fill up his bucket of water for his usual sponge bath, which made him curse again. The water always made the wood on the mask feel weird to the touch, and while it felt nice against his skin it also made him feel...uncomfortable for some reason, almost sad. It wasn't a pleasant feeling to have when you first woke up...

Mac ended the shower prematurely and wrapped himself in a towel before heading back to his room, before getting to his dresser and rummaging through his drawer and pulling out the only normal outfit he had and throwing it on the bed, hand picked to hide every single thing that made the selkie stand out, and it was only for use on the first day of class. The outfit consisted of a high collar military jacket, a thick white hooded sweatshirt, faded skinny jeans, a white snap back and ankle boots and dear GOD Mac hated it. It was the most uncomfortable outfit he had to wear, and the only reason he ever put it on was to blend in and even then it rarely felt worth it...

With a sigh Mac began to get dressed, making sure that the jacket and sweatshirt covered his arms and the back of his hands as to hide his tanned skin with the pale blotches that seemed to dot every part of his arms, he then put on the hat and put up the hood before pulling on the drawstrings to obscure the mask, and lastly he put on the boots to cover up his feet which was something he usually didn't do. Giving himself a once over in a mirror he kept in his drawer he nodded at himself, "Yep...I definatley don't look special anymore..." Mac put down the mirror and picked up the an empty brown saddle bag to complete his disguise. With a nod Mac pivoted on his heel and started towards the door, making sure to step over the sleeping Elliot on his way out. Once he was at the door, Mac found a twenty dollar bill along with a note, with a quirked brow Mac put the twenty in the money bowl besides the door to put in his bank account over the weekend, afterwards he called out to Asad, "'Ay Robin, I'm heading out to class, make sure Huck gets out of the room and make double sure he doesn't touch the money bowl! I'll see you later hot buns..."

With a snicker Mac left the room and bounded outside of house Journey, making his way across the campus and towards the cafeteria...

Tags: SpiritOwl Foxu
Location: Outside School Store
Mood: 'Howdy neighbor!'

A NEW CHALLENGER IS APPROACHING!​

"*Snore*...No sir I don't want a pet monkey, though it is very pretty...*Snore* I think you have a fine taste in animals sir...*Snore*...would you like to go to the dance with me?"

Ring

Columbus shot up from the desk he'd been snoozing on for the past four hours and dusted off his uniform before quickly wiping up his drool off the counter. The zombie boy smiled brightly as he watched what looked liked some kinda customer with white hair come in, though he couldn't really tell 'cuz his eyes were doing that weird thing they did when you first wake up were they don't really work even though you really want them to, "Hello sir or madame or other, welcome to the school store! You'll love everything we have here in er...store!" Columbus waved at the student as they walked of further into the store before letting out a sigh and taking out a piece of paper and crossing out the phrase he just used, 'Man, I really thought that one would be a winner for a freindly school store greeting to! Oh well...I can always try another one..."

Columbus put the paper away and put his arms behind his back, swaying back and forth all gently and slowly while he waited for the person to come to the front desk to pay for their things while he began to think of all the things he could say to the customer on the way out! Eventually a few minutes went past and Columbus watched as the person came up and paid for a bunch of bright things, with a smile Columbus bagged everything and took the persons cash as they headed out before waving to them as they exited, "Thanks for shopping today! Hope your day makes you say 'Hurray'!" As soon as the customer left, Columbus fist pumped, "Yes! That was totally the best exit quote I've gotten to say so far! I'll have to remember it for the future..." Taking a seat in his spin-y chair Columbus began to spin around for a few minutes as he began to think over the interaction her just had with that weird looking elf, 'Huh...They sure were buying allota school stuff at like three in the morning...or is it four?' Columbus looked down at his watch before gasping, "Oh goodness it's 5 AM! I haven't eaten my late-night snack and I can't change out of my work clothes! Um...uh...okay, I'll eat my late night snack on my way to breakfast and I'll change into my other clothes during class! That'll work I think probably who cares?"

Leaping up from his nice spin-y chair that spun allot, Columbus stuffed his paper in his pocket and put his pencil behind his ear as he slung his bag over his shoulder and lastly pulled out a sodium-free chocolate fudge Pop-Tart from under his desk and putting it in his mouth as he headed outside the school store and began to lock up. As he finished turning the key, Columbus saw that weird looking elf from before along with a bird, and he smiled and waved before taking a bite of his late-night snack and waving with a goofy smile, "Hi former customer and current peer! Are you playing with your little bird friend or something? Oh! Are you some kinda princess from oneathose movies with the princesses who can talk to animals? That would be so cool! Wait...is the word for multiple princesses or princessi? Hm..." The zombie boy scratched his chin and furrowed his brow in deep thought as he began to think over this pivotal question...

 

[Foxu]

Synnøve Åse

Location: Outside School Store || Interacting: Loony_Bin SpiritOwl || Mentioned: N/A

Synnøve was struck with awe, mistaking Éanna's petrifying hate for her as unbridled affection. Despite her best efforts, deep down Miss Åse knew all animals (and vaguely animalistic persons) had the tendency to despise every bone in her hack body. She convinced herself of the opposite most of the time to stop herself from being upset about it. However, In this instance she didn’t need to lie to herself about Éanna's feelings. She misconstrued his actions entirely. Which left her faced with the remarkable discovery that an animal, who was for sure not a student, obviously liked her! His cacophony of chirps left her with a brilliant grin. Without a dash of uncertainty, today was starting off on a high note for the dark elf!

Synnøve was disappointed in herself for not having some flavorsome morsel to give the cordial bird. She couldn’t just leave them empty handed, they were too friendly! The bag containing her purchases nearly slid off her arm when her shrilly tweeting peer abruptly moved to steal the carmine ribbon from her hair. Synnøve nearly yelped at his sudden leaping movement, initially frightened that Éanna was about to attack her. More distressed that this would prove her past assumptions wrong than anything else. She’d cowered slightly, safeguarding her eyes with an arm. After realizing that he’d simply robbed her of her ribbon she stood up as straight as possible, slowly lowering her arm and clasping her hands together near her neck in a state of charmed astonishment. If the endearing bird wanted her hair decoration, they could surely have it!

She ran her fingers through her now disarrayed hair in a clumsy attempt at fixing it. Smiling once more, “You’re such a cute birdie!” Synnøve cheered as he dipped his head in appreciation. She watched the avian creature tie her ribbon about a strange puppet with curious eyes. Was it normal for birds to have arms? She wasn’t sure. At this time the store clerk had exited the store. She’d failed to notice earlier due to the euphoria of her shopping spree, but she sensed that the clerk was an undead! No way! She was thankful he wasn’t a vampire; a chill ran down her spine at the very thought of one. She sometimes worried if it was ethically flawed to have Sanguivoriphobia, surely not all vampires were scary. (But at the same time, they were). While her mind raced in one direction, her mouth ran in the other, instantly greeting her fellow student with a broad wave,” Hello there! I just so happen to be yes; this little friend just waltzed right up and purloined my hair bow.” She looked towards Éanna with beaming eyes, hands resting on the sides of her oblivious face. At his later question she move to place said appendages on her hips with a breezy air of confidence. “I can speak the world’s languages! That being said, I’m not a cool royal, and I have no clue what this bird’s deal is, I might be a bit rusty when it comes to that.” She wondered in tandem with Columbus’ question. What was the proper plural of that word? Had she been using the wrong one all these years? HOW COME NOBODY TOLD HER IF SHE HAD?!

She placed one index finger on the other, tapping it across the rest of her digits, timed like a metronome. “You know…I don’t know which one of those is right, they both sound usable to me! Maybe one of us could ask Mr. Freddo sometime to figure it out. You can call me Princess Synnøve in the meantime, yeah?” Synnøve suggested with a chipper disposition. She liked the idea of having a title before her name, a fraudulent one was equally sufficient. “Are you heading to class?” she asked, glancing over to see what Éanna was up to. It was truly staggering that she failed to realize he was a student too, whatever girl.​

 

[Nonexisting]

<~broonie flufferbutter~>
<~~boogie monster(aka boogie man)~gender-void~~>
<~current form: female~>

broonie had arrived to the school later in the deep of the shadows of night as it was when their kind did anything usually due to being rather nocturnal. It was the only time their father would do anything about taking them to school despite the fact broonie had wanted oh so badly to be early and able to actually meet people on the first day. their father despite broo's pleas refused to take the young monster until it was late at night when nobody would see them out of old tradition of travel which of course was one of the many things she did not agree with even if it was customary to travel at night. thankfully on the brighter side of things her stuff had been sent in ahead of time and her father was at least diligent about sending in notice of their late arrival as well as very specific information for them in case of emergencies knowing very well the nature of his precious little brood child,broonie even if he did not entirely agree with broonie's behavior and choices.

after broonie's arrival,they was very quick as they were excited about unpacking her things and getting everything settled. surprisingly, it didn't take long to do things such as put her clothing into the closet and arrange her shoes as well despite the vast amount that she had decided to bring along. she really made sure to find a good spot for her precious manga books and laptop in a safe place before then setting up her sewing equipment at the desk. broo had to be extra super duper careful with her sewing machine knowing their father went out of his way just to buy a new one which had cost more than she asked for. after all the model broonie originally wanted was actually much cheaper than the one she currently was setting up and she had even saved up the money from her little business. she had really really wanted to be responsible for once but it seemed their father wasn't going to just let boo do that yet again; instead bought her the almost most expensive model the shop had which of course broo could not take back unfortunately. as much as she loved her father she really felt bad when he went out of his way like that but it seemed the only way to make him happy was to just use the darn thing. then again it wasn't entirely bad it's not like they could really complain other than her father yet again wasting his money on things,after all he did mean well and she was lucky she even had a father who cared about her like he did. not everyone came from a well off family like she did. granted her only family member was her father and broo never met her mother or any of the rest of their family but it wasn't like broo wanted to anyways. broonie was happy with the family she did have.

after having unpacked broonie had decorated the room practically drenching the room in pink and cutesy styled things as well as covered the walls in a huge arrangement of anime posters out the wazoo. broonie's favorite poster right above her bed being rather large howl's moving castle poster. all over the bed she had thrown a variety of plushies and a body pillow with some cutesy anime uke boy on it. when the monster had finally finished both unpacking and putting things where they thought were necessary as the respectable spots she grabbed her pajamas changing into them before then giving a yawn exhaustively. then it began to walk over to their bed flopping down as they rolled up into a warm ball of blankets giving into the sweet sweet relief of sleep.
​

the next morning,

waking up rather early the monster rolled over with a flop falling right off the bed with a loud thud. blinking a pair of blue eyes opened rather tiredly with a huff kind of disappointed they had fallen off the bed. yawning she then stretched out like a cat as her tentacles stretched out picking up the blanket tossing it onto the bed. the monster then got up off the floor brushing herself off and exhaled softly going over to change into something else being careful of her tentacles when sliding on her top. it was a good thing boo was good at sewing because she had to make alterations to her outfits in the backside to accommodate for those tentacles of hers. having decided to go with a pink cry baby tank top and a dark skirt accompanied by black stockings that went over her thighs as well as pink boots,broonie started to style her fluff to accommodate with her outfit. fixing her hair with little buns on top she grinned at herself in the mirror quite pleased with her appearance giving a huge toothy grin. "oh yes,boo-boo you look so cute today. haha! oh thank you! you look quite adorable too boo-boo. hee-hee. " she said talking to the mirror and giggling to herself. she gave then turned around giving a little twirl admiring herself a little more. she then decided to do a pose and jump. "I AM BROONIE! FEEL MY CUTENESS LEVEL! NYAH! " she yelled excitedly as she was pretending to be some sort of magical girl.

stepping away from the mirror she shook her head and then giggled. no matter how much she wanted to be a cute magical girl that wasn't gonna happen no matter how many cute things she bought. she was just a boogie monster anyways not even human. she could dream though she guessed. plus, at least broonie thought she was cute and oh did she hope others would agree with her on at least that. they had to. right? she was cute,right?
hearing her stomach growl the monster exhaled softly and smiled. that was definitely the cue to leave the dorm and get some breakfast. food sounded heavenly right now especially with how hungry she could get. walking out into the journey house halls she couldn't help to actually take in her surroundings now that it was actually daylight and oh boy did it seem a bit messy. ok maybe a bit was sugar coating it, it seemed extremely messy which was something she wasn't sure to make of exactly. 'how could it be so....dirty? i mean sheesh,anyone heard of a broom or is it normally like this??' she thought as she walked through the house looking kind of grossed out at the sight of things.

it was a little too gross even for broonie and that said something especially when she liked eating socks. not entirely paying attention to where they were going as they were a bit distracted by the gross whatever it was that was on the wall the monster tripped and bumped right into yui hitting into him hard. out of a reflex they grabbed onto a beam with a squeak and not wanting the poor boy to hurt himself quickly grabbed onto him with their tentacles lifting them up gently pulling back in a attempt to keep them from hitting smack dab into the floor. for all broonie knew he may have fell face first into the floor before she could catch him. either way a tentacle or two wrapped around the kitsune one around his leg the other on his waist as it yanked him up towards the floof monster. "I AM SO SORRY!! ARE YOU OK??!!" they asked with wide blue eyes now staring at the kitsune closely and full of concern for him. the fluffy monster was now holding him up with ease as if he were a bride in their arms with a tentacle roaming over them to check for injuries. if yui wanted to he could have easily pushed out of broo's grip anytime since broo wasn't a forceful type though. also if someone really wanted to they could have fully very well taken advantage of the monster's concern for the boy as well as her guard being so low.


Magical Squid Senpai
Anyone else nearby​

 

[GingerBread]

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Jonathan

Interacting

Karma​

Location

Jon and Mika's dorm room​

Notes

N/A​

Stuff

N/A​

Tags

okmelonn​

Jon didn't expect the witch boy to be so happy to see he was awake. When Mika urged him to get up, because he had something to show him, that he was ''going to love'' Jon snorted. "Like a lame loser like you could give me something that good" In reality, he was finding it hard to hide his excitement; what could the witch boy have that he was so sure Jon would like? Jon did his best to not show any excitement for Karma's surprise. He didn't want a loser like him thinking that he was so easy to impress.. After all Jon was the coolest in the entire school, the witch boy would have to try real hard to find something that he would ''love''. When the broom started prodding him, Jon threw the covers off of himself and stood up. Before he has a chance to do anything else, Karma was back in front of him with two cloth.. things.

When Mika explained what they were, and why he had made them for him, Jon struggled to hide the happy expression from overtaking his face. Mika had made something just for him? And it was so thoughtful.. it had to be the single best thing that had happened to him since he'd got to the school. Jon quickly regained his composure, clearing his throat he huffed lightly.. "I guess they're alright.. for something a loser like you made" Jon avoided eye contact with Karma, choosing instead to focus his attention on the ground. "B-but, I guess if a loser like you went to all this trouble.. the least I could do is wear them" He wasn't sure how comfortable the wing covers would be, as his wings were really quite sensitive. But they did look comfortable, and best of all, they were made for him. By the cute witch boy.

As he spoke about dressing, Jon realised that he wasn't wearing any clothing aside from his boxers. His face immediately flushed red as he picked up his duvet to cover himself from Karma's sight. "U-Um.. I need to get dressed first though.. don't look" Jon quickly grabbed his pants and put them on first, wanting to cover his lower parts more. Then he grabbed his shirt, more carefully than he had grabbed his trousers, once again trying to not damage it anymore than it was. Before he put it on, Jon turned to face Karma again. "Should I put the wing covers on first.. or my shirt? Normally I wouldn't ask a lameo like you.. but since you made these cool- ..almost cool things.." Jon then realised that it would be difficult for him to put on the wing covers himself, given how much his wings extended from his body. He held his near ruined shirt in front of his face as he spoke, to cover up the once more growing blush. "And could you help me put them on? Just because you were such a loser that you didn't think about how hard it would be for me to get them on myself.."

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]Nyx

Interacting

Kast​

Location

Nurse's office​

Notes

N/A​

Stuff

N/A​

Tags

TheImmortalDeity

Nyx stretched his arms as he slowly woke up. Not remembering much of the night before, aside from staying in Jay's office with the small girl who thought it would be smart to dive headfirst into his teeth. As he stretched, he felt his hand come into contact with something. Slowly opening his eyes, Nyx glanced up at what he had just brushed against. And saw that it was a little girl.. that he was in bed with. "Well.. this can't look any worse.. I mean I was a fox last night- Wait! I'm not a filthy animal anymore! FUCK YOU CAT BITCHES." Nyx looked over himself just to make sure that he was in fact back to normal, and that he wasn't just some sort of fucking furry Fox Vampire hybrid.

Though while he was checking himself over, Nyx noticed that he was in quite a bad state of undress. He was completely nude. "Well... shit" Nyx didn't mind being known as a 'murderous asshole' or 'that weird guy that drinks people' or even 'fucking half breed vampire' But, he really didn't want to be known as some sort of child molester. He knew the school looked past all the killings, but he didn't think they'd be too willing to let this one go. So very quickly, Nyx ripped off the duvet from the bed Kast was currently sleeping in. Before hopping off of the bed and wrapping it around his waist, just to cover his twig and berries until he could get some clothes; He was sure that Jay wouldn't mind him taking the blanket for a while. Though the bed sheet only covered Nyx's rear end and his meat and two veg. His muscular chest was still left bare to the world, as were his legs which were surprisingly smooth. "Alright, time to leave.. hopefully everyone is deciding to have a sleep in.. it is the first day after all" Nyx hadn't checked if Kast had woken up or not. He just hoped that his earlier shouting hadn't woken the girl before he had a chance to.. cover himself.

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Chris

Interacting With

Jackal​

Current Location

Dorm room​

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Chris' eyes started to open as soon as Jackal started to move away from his face. He watched Jackal dress for a few moments before sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed; He was in his more human form, in just his underwear. "You know, I'm not normally the one playing the role of sleeping beauty" Chris stood up and swaggered over towards Jackal, a smirk adorning his facial features as he swung his arm around the taller man's waist. "You know, normally, before someone as cute as you gets into bed with me, I have to buy them dinner first. Sometimes, I have to do a little extra, but that's not often." Chris leaned closer to Jackal's face, whispering into the boy's ear. "What can I say.. people just seem to.." He knocked the shifter's legs out from under him, leaving him held up by Chris' arm around him. "Fall for me"

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[Lotusy]

Rosie

Dibe caught Rosie by surprise by actually answering her question - though she felt a pang of guilt as she realized that she had woken Dibe up earlier. Sheepishly, the werewolf girl carefully peeked out from the hallway, trying to get a better look at her roommate. Attempting to size up the girl in the blanket-burrito, Rosie only ended up a bit more confused than before. She'd caught a glimpse of Dibe's face earlier, of course, but it didn't seem like there was something to hide. Maybe she's hiding from me? Did I do something wrong? Ah... get it together, Rosie! She tugged at her backpack straps nervously, fidgeting without much purpose. You can't let this bother you now. Class starts soon, anyways. You need to focus!

"Oh, well... thanks for the help! And I'm sure you're right. I wouldn't know any better, after all," Rosie replied, trying to balance the other girl's timid response. She peeked even farther from the hallway, trying to make eye contact with Dibe, though the blanket proved to be an impenetrable fortress. Taking a second to consider what she's seen and heard from Dibe, Rosie realized she felt more pity than fear for the other girl. Who am to judge? It's not like I'm much better, anyways, Rosie thought, mulling over how much she wanted to roll up in her blankets too. But I can't make any progress that way. I won't ever forget my goals. As she turned to leave, Rosie threw one more look back to Dibe's blanket cocoon one more time, suddenly finding a rush of courage in her. Do it. Be the brave one, Rosie. That could be you.

"Hey," she called, stepping back into the dorm. "Why don't you come with me?" Setting down her backpack, Rosie took a seat on her bed, looking to Dibe even if the other girl couldn't look back. "I, uh... need help finding the cafeteria! Yea! Sorry to ask for your help again." Rosie made a mental note to find a better excuse later, though that was the least of her worries at the moment. The werewolf girl's heart was beating at a million miles per hour - usually, she didn't even get this much social contact! Maybe it was just the workout talking. "Hopefully it's not too far. And... we can get to know each other better! I don't think we got to meet yesterday, so, er, it's nice to meet you. I'm Rosie!" She extended a hand to the blanket cocoon, wearing her best friendly smile for its timid inhabitant.

Loony_Bin

Wayne

Caught in another bored spell, Wayne spent most of his breakfast time swirling his finger in his orange Juice, turning a light shade of orange every time his finger touched the citrus drink. Wearing an almost forlorn look as he swirled his drink, Wayne gazed blankly into the distance, garnering a couple of weirded-out stares from passers-by. "Gah," he groaned, slumping down on the table from the immense boredom he felt. Why did I sit alone? He wondered, his eyes scanning the crowds as his cheek rested on the table. Can someone please come soon? A poor water spirit needs some help here!

Almost as if his prayers had been answered, two of Wayne's favorite people happened to walk through the door at that moment. The water elemental's eyes lit up, with the rest of his face following suit as he noticed both Nevore and Omen King enter the building. Sorry, did I say today was boring? I meant today is a great day! Draining all of the orange juice and turning the color of a carrot, Wayne shot up, waving enthusiastically to his two friends in an attempt to catch their attention. "Hey! Omen King! Carpy! Good to see you guys!" He threw his finished orange juice into a nearby recycling bin, then left the table to greet his friends.

Approaching Nevore first, Wayne flashed the fish boy a smile that would probably infuriate him. "Car- I mean, Nevore! Good to see you again! How've you been?" Catching Nevore's hand in a deathgrip, Wayne shook his hand like a poor college student in need of a job. As he caught hold of Nevore, however, the water elemental shuddered. Something about the fish boy reminded him a bit too much of the Lakoria sewers, though he quickly shook off that feeling. "I hope didn't have much trouble finding Mistral yesterday - but I think I've found a guy... uh, a being? A someone that's gonna wow you just as much as our horned friend did." He paused, just barely giving Nevore enough time to utter a reply before dashing off to Omen King, with his fishy friend in unwilling tow.

"Omen King! Long time no see! It's felt like forever since I've seen you - oh, and I've brought the friend I was talking about!" With his free hand Wayne gestured between Omen King and Nevore, letting the latter's hand go as he did. "Carpy, meet Omen King. Omen King, meet Carpy Pinata! You guys are two of my best friends, and you guys have the best timing, too!" He stepped back, trying to not block either friend's view. "Omen King, this is the fashion guy that I told you about earlier! I don't know anything of the sort about sparkly, pretty things, so Iw as hoping you two would..." Wayne continued to back up until he was fully out of their way, proceeding to stand tall like a proud mother as he looked between his friends. Given his position, though, he'd turned his back to the cafeteria entrance, totally not expecting a visit from yet another bathroom boy...

Foxu okmelonn (also SpiritOwl if Mistral wants to join!)

Jay

After a long night of subduing injured Journey students, Jay had fallen soundly asleep at his desk. For once in the hectic first day, there was no more screaming, no more "Mr. Jay, they cut my leg off," and really no more "Mr. Jay" in general - those kids sure knew how to make a nurse feel old, that was for sure. Keeping his head propped up on an unsteady, overworked arm, Jay dreamt of good paychecks, a better office, and quieter kids - though whether they were quiet from being healthy or dead was a bit unclear. "Mmm. That's Nurse Jay to you, whippersnapper," he muttered, still under the trance of sleep. "Do you see any gray hairs on this head?"

Unfortunately, Jay found his rest a bit short-lived. Cut tragically from the dream world by the sound of another patient hitting a cot, the nurse turned his tired eyes upward to see the retreating form of the janitor and the badly burnt boy he'd deposited on one of the open beds. Isn't it a bit too late to get injured? Jay thought, though he still moved to check in on the boy nonetheless. "Hold on buddy. I'm on my way," he whispered, giving his best attempt at reassurance as he grabbed his stethoscope and slipped on a pair of gloves. Alright, what do we have here? Awful burns, skin discoloration from ash... so we've got a fire on our hands? "I wonder, should I be expecting any more of you?" He asked, though he looked to Cayman shortly afterward. "Sorry, you don't have to answer. Just talking to myself." The night had obviously taken a toll on Jay, sapping whatever sass and dryness he had left from him. "Let's get you patched up."

Starting the treatment, Jay defaulted to what he knew best - wound care. Letting the orange light shine from his hands, Cayman's burns healed quickly, moving from burn to blister to soft mark in a matter of seconds, accompanied by a slight stinging sensation from the rapid healing. Just as he was satisfied that his work was done, a ragged cough from Cayman reminded Jay of the most dangerous part of fires - smoke inhalation. Ah. That's going to a be a problem, isn't it? He checked for a few more symptoms - peeling back his eyelid, swabbing his skin - then grimaced as his fears were confirmed. Well, there's no time to lose now. In seconds, Jay had already crossed the room, rummaging around his drawers before pulling out a rather worn silicone mask, tubing, then dove into one of the larger cabinets before retrieving an oxygen tank and a rather crude-looking piece of machinery along with it. Connecting wires from port-to-port in a measured frenzy, Jay finally assembled a workable oxygen system, looking to this MacGuyvered baby with a hint of pride. He proceeded to lift Cayman's head, carefully slipping the mask over his nose and mouth and setting the boy back down.

With one last sigh, Jay collapsed, falling to the side of Cayman's cot out of complete exhaustion. "You don't get to see that everyday," he mumbled, grateful that this last ordeal was over. "Now don't go dying on me, kid. I've a had a good no-dying streak going, no sense in breaking it..." The nurse dozed off where he was, not even making an effort to move back to his desk. The rest of the night remained this way, with the oxygen mask keeping Cayman's breathing oxygen steady until the sun began to rise on Lakoria...

( Mistborn Since Syke dropped Cayman off last night, we'll say that he'd gotten a whole night of rest + treatment with the oxygen mask - hopefully that'll be enough to get him back in commission for the next day.)

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

Kast​

The scent of chocolate wafted its way into Kast's nose, making her sniffer twitch and her mouth salivate. Her mother always told her to never binge on treats as a child, but she was practically all grown up now that she was in high school, right? Reaching her hand out to the scent, she expected to be met with a fountain of chocolate or Hershey™ bars falling into her hands. Instead, what she found was a duvet cover and falling off the bed with her face slamming right on the floor below.

"Owie ow ow, that hurt, ya know?!" she said to herself, rubbing her nose with the duvet cover that she came to possess. That was when she noticed the looming figure standing above her in all of his nude glory. There was a good amount of silence that happened at that very moment, Kast trying her best to comprehend what she was seeing, not that she had any experience in the male anatomy or anything. Once the gears clicked, however, the girl was off like a rocket, rising to her feet in a flustered flurry of emotions. Handing him the sheets that she carelessly ripped away from him, she gave him a quick look before recognizing who it was.

"Hold on a sec, why is you 'ere of all places, eh?" she asked, now getting all up in his face - well, as much as she was able to, given her short height. "I thought our last tussle made it clear ta ya that ya ain't allowed anywhere near me or my sis, or didja not get the memo? Does I gotta give ya another headbutt?!" Kast rose a shaky hand at him, cowering in her own boots. What was she getting herself into? That was when the reality of the situation hit her. Why else was her sister's assailant naked right next to her bed? "Ya a pervert or somethin'?"

She took a large step back, dramatically flopping onto the bed and putting a hand to her forehead in disarray. "Ya had yer way with me, didja? I ain't able to say that I blame ya, but what am I supposed to tell Sis? Now that 'er vampire boyfriend did u-unspeakable things ta me, I gotta get married ta him. Dun worry none, ya hear, uh, Bats. Even if I dun like ya none, I'll still be a lovin' and carin' wife, mark my words!" Standing back on her feet and grabbing his hand, she peered into his eyes, a sense of duty overcoming her emotions.

"We can start by introducin' ya ta the family. Ya already met Rae, so I guess we gots ta see Ma and Pa, huh? What ya think they gonna do 'bout me gettin' engaged ta a punk? Wait, does that mean y'all are in a love triangle or somethin'? I-I ain't ever fought over a guy with my sis, ya know. J-Just be gentle with me, ya hear? I know I ain't much, b-but I'll love ya fifty times more than them other gals!" Hugging herself against him, she buried her head in his chest, holding back her bashful nature. May she be the best wife that Nyx could ever ask for.

Lotusy GingerBread Mistborn SpiritOwl (maybe)

 

[Violetti]

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  Morning was not a friend to Asad, no debate. Last night had been a wild ride, and the Jinn had at least managed to pass out in his bed. The only garment he possessed, was his gypsy scarf that hugged his waist. Mac's teasing voice gave the man life, and he rose rather sleepily. "Anything for you, Mac Daddy~" He replied with a wink. After the selkie had left, Asad was half tempted to retreat back into sleep once more. However, now witnessing Elliott's body sprawled across the floor, he felt the desire to mess with the man.
  
  Sliding over to him, the Jinn blew lightly into his ear, drawing his fingers along his neckline. "Time to wake up, babe." Once he opened his eyes, Asad would migrate away. "Thanks for the fun time last night~ You took my first of the school year, you forward man you." Asad bit his bottom lip seductively. Of course, he was referring to granting Elliot's wish. However, the clarity of last night's events were bound to be murky to the man. Which, made it all too easy to manipulate the unfortunate human here and now. Grabbing a few shower essentials, Asad nodded to the door. "Help yourself out whenever, and don't take anything on your way out, unless you want Mac after your ass." Hmm...that's not entirely an awful thing. Mistborn Loony_Bin
  
  

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  Wearing dark jeans, an un-tucked, white dress shirt, and his signature gypsy scarf, Asad strolled leisurely down the school hallways. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and golden bangles adorned his arms, clanking together as he walked. Where was he headed, might you ask? Not to a classroom! If the teacher was lucky, he might show up for third period. He had sat through multiple mundane classes, and did not find it necessary to torture himself this morning. The man was headed outside to bask in the sunlight. Maybe even check out the gymnasium, which he had heard was previously scorched. Just how badly had it been damaged? The magical barrier should have prevented the building from collapsing, at the very least.
  
  Daydreaming about all the ways he could avoid work, the Jinn didn't notice the younger man scurrying in a hasty manner towards the doors that lead out. He reached to push open the doors at the same time, gently brushing against him. Eyes flickering to the figure beside him, Asad's eyebrows raised with interest. "Oh, it's you, Snek Boi. What's got you in such a hurry?" He was also a little surprised to see he had his snakes on a muzzle today. Magical Squid Senpai
  
  
  

  
  

 

[SpiritOwl]

☁ Mistral ❅ Aquilo ☁
✧・ﾟ:*Magical Uniboi-Unicorn-Uniboi*:・ﾟ✧
Current Location: The Cafeteria
Lotusy okmelonn Foxu

It was while putting the finishing touches on his hair-do that Mistral remembered something shocking; yesterday, for dinner, he dined upon a pitiful amount of broccolis. Though he perceivably lived without nourishment of any kind - Mistral, was prone to becoming quite hangry without the leisure of food bestowed upon him. Surely, he would not stoop to munching on his room's illusion pasture when there was a veritable stronghold of meals just across the way! With great bravada he stood from his spot, resting a hand against the full length mirror in the sorrow of bitter parting before switching to the appearance of only the most majestic of steeds. He couldn't have been a very exemplary one though, as he failed to even check up on his love lost roommate - perhaps it was all for the best - maybe to calm the qualms of utter rejection all one needed was sleep.

Though Mistral whisked across the school grounds without trouble, his pacing was not rushed. The journey was just long enough that he had time to grumble internally over the way the school was set up: whose bright idea was it to position the kitchens all the way across campus?! The atrocity of it all! Food seemed ridiculous to reach with this set up - it was not at all like his old cult forest school, where meals sat waiting around every corner. The eating quarters were truly outrageous, probably set up out of the way in order to spur on more vending machine purchases - well, the school would see none of that from him!

Mistral stepped through the threshold leading into the cafeteria, the lights above set his bejeweled vessel aglow as he paved his way casually through whatever mass of students had congregated there. It was amid his journeying that he paused momentarily, a pause, that was admittedly a bit prolonged. The unicorn beheld the back of a bright orange water boy, who, despite his hue - was without a doubt the aspiring entrepreneur that had acquainted himself yesterday; nearby stood his new boss, Nevore's fishbowl hat was seemingly more adorned then it had been the day prior; next to him was a shimmering face, or rather lack there of, which - despite the fact Mistral had stared at it impudently for a solid minute the other day - he could not recognize. Mistral gazed, unwavering, with a purpose long enough that it became one of those situations whereby you knew, that he knew, that you knew he was staring and yet he didn't turn away and pretend like he totally wasn't looking as a decent human being might. It may have been awkward, and probably was, but - the unknown of the intent behind the stare held with it a certain mysterious allure.

Mistral, seemingly with no regards or acknowledgments turned and completely ignored the trio as he made his way the the buffet. Upon reaching the counter, a familiar cloud of mist enveloped him depositing on that very spot an equally bedazzled boy. It seemed when Mistral shape shifted from one form to the other he remained illustriously dressed; but why change? Well, the answer to that question became obvious as Mistral began to load as many cabbages as a person could before it became cumbersome. It was surprisingly more then you might think. In the briefest of instances before he could turn and leaf with his plethora of biennials a particularly nosy NPC manning lunch staff crudely remarked, 'do you need all that?'

Feeling the condescension flow through him, Mistral tactfully pinched a leaf between his thumb and index finger, pulled it off the cabbage in a skilled maneuver, stretched his arm to hold the foliage perpendicular to his body, and then, vegefully, let it fall to the cabbage selection below. He turned on his heel and strode fashionably away, like an action movie hero swaggering away from the flames of an imploding building. The drama, was not the result of his hanger, but rather, his overall self. Although Mistral's steps made his destination unknowable, he miraculously ended up standing just behind Wayne. Little could it be known, he had made a B-line right for the trio.

Were Mistral a sk8er boi, he would've let out an edgy, ' 'sup ,' but, being an eloquent and refined individual he simply stood with confidence whilst chowing down on the innumerable leaves which weighted his arms with greenery. The food soothed his irreproachable soul.

✾ Syke ❀ Cria ✾
✽❋⚘✿Miniature Mage✿⚘❋✽
Current Location: Outside Of The Nurse's Office

Syke panted dramatically as she scuttled across the floor, running had taken a lot more out of her then it usually did! She wondered why? She gave a thematic cough, leaning against the groove in the wall while she got her bearings. To be honest, it was a miracle the Ohom was on the right track to the nurse's room at all: directions were usually made for people quite a bit taller then she. Not aware that trying to steady her breathing would be more beneficial then forcing as much air in as possible Syke took in three big gulps of air, held her breath, and dashed as far along as she could. No doubt her dash ended with a fit of coughs and a light headed spin, luckily she didn't have very far to fall as she crumpled upon the ground. She chocked up her lightheadedness on the running, the nerves, and the late hour in which she had found herself asleep, or, something similar to it.

On wobbly vines she righted herself, not wanting to be brutally stampeded to death by wandering feet. Just a few more feet! She promised herself reassuringly, only to remember that a foot was a heck of a long way to walk and she could barely stand it! As well as stand! She was getting quite light headed. Syke bobbled about, on one occasion throwing herself against a wall to escape the rush of oncoming traffic. She patted her petals cautiously as she paced the halls, looking down at herself every so often. She'd wanted to wear her very best this first day of class, but, it didn't seem she'd have time to change! She sighed but immediately choked on it do to her unsteady breathing. In her daze, she'd almost failed to notice the Nurse's Office door! In fact, it would've totally gone past her noticing had the ventilation not kicked in, the breeze swept across the floor from a low-lying vent, and - like a real life Indiana Jone's temple trap - her body was horrifically picked up and pinned against the Nurse Office Door. "SO THIS IS HOW IT ENDS?!" She gasped in trauma, flailing with all she could flail - which was notably less then usual. The lyrics of How Could This Happen To Me by Simple Plan flashed through her young mind. Syke let out a strangled gurgle, the tilt of her head miraculously off setting her balance and forcing her back down onto the ground, spread out like a poorly-designed children's toy. From this angle, she could just barely see the placard hanging about the door. Though she could not for the life of her make out what it said.

Very carefully, Syke edged herself along the floor, not rising her body by any measurement in fear that the gust would hoist her up again. Once she evaded the wind, which had managed to dry out her eyes quite a good deal, she hesitantly stood. Her once heavy breathing was now quick and tense. She wobbled wearily towards the wall, and using the last reserves of her strength, began to scale upwards to get a read on what it led to. Unfortunately for her Miss Fortune was a constant companion and her limbs trembled purposelessly. Emitting a shrill squeak Syke pushed her body as close against the wall as she could, halting climbing and instead focusing all her efforts into not falling. Her plan on seeing what was behind the door was a little unclear, after all, even if she read the placard, it's not like she'd be capable of opening the door.

☀ Éanna ☀
☙ Puppeteering Parrot ❧
Current Location: The Courtyard by the School Store
Loony_Bin Foxu

Éanna, was very emotional at the moment! This, this hate, it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before! Sure, he was enraged at the defacement enacted upon his possessions via his cousin's constant assault, he was embittered by the clan who brutally slaughtered his parents before his shining eyes, he loathed the chilling powder which had crept down last year at Lakoria from the hells of Heaven, but this? This?! Why did he hate this girl so much?!?! Why, why was she making him hate her? Had, had he done something wrong? What did he do?!? Surely he had pleased the sorceress to receive such a stunning gift! And to be cooed at in such a loving manner, but why then did she continue to torment him with this primal feeling of despisal?! She had already proven herself a great and powerful sorceress, the rage she forced into his head was not on a level he'd yet to feel on; the hate, battered with its wings within the cavern of his skull as if seeking every foreseeable avenue of escape. Its bones were surely breaking, were he not to release this energy, perhaps he - too, would break?

Although he had at first been happy, it was difficult to keep optimistic under such prime stress! All thoughts of puppet making bounced free of his mind as it splintered every which way. Perhaps, it was because he had failed to thank her properly? Yet think as hard as he may the words could neither accumulate in his head nor escape his throat, a dissonance of confused chirrups trailed from him as he hopped energetically from foot to foot. When the door opened once more and a new face made way towards them Éanna was relieved, until of course, it became apparent that they were not under the same blanket of hatred. As cheerful words cascaded from this new student's mouth, a student - who was working at Éanna's favorite place of all places - a subtle resentment creeped up inside the bird. More then likely, its roots stemmed from the animal-hate-curse that surrounded Synnøve, but the source of the resentment couldn't be known for sure!

Although Éanna would have liked to beg for help, he was struck quite dumb by Synnøve's presence and simply could not speak. Having no alternatives, Éanna resorted to a little physical persuasion! Spontaneously, Éanna lunged towards the Zomboi, gripping him with all the birdie might he possessed, Éanna proceeded to attempt a VIOLENT SHAKE: it was likely the bird himself was more shaken up then anything, but you had to hand it to him, he sure did have persistence. After rattling both he and perhaps Columbus Éanna did a quick side dive behind the zombie in an attempt to shield himself from the loathful Synnøve.
The bird was having quite the roller coaster of emotions, hatred, happiness, hatred, confusion, hatred, primal rage, hatred, extreme fear, hatred, in his overwhelmed state it was no wonder he ducked behind the zombie's knees in despair, crowing out a desperate plea for aid.​

 

[Violetti]

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  The woman had fallen asleep against the wall outside the nurse's office in her fox form. She wasn't lucky enough to swipe her air freshener out from Kast's grasp yesterday. Being forced out by the nurse, her only remaining course of action was to wait until morning.
  Sleep often came in bursts for the woman, as her mind was on constant overdrive. So, even in a short slumber, her ears were on alert 24/7. That was why, although muffled, the soft thud of a student hitting the ground caused Rae to jerk awake. Uncurling her fluffy tail, the woman reverted into her kitsune hybrid form. Ah. It was the flowery creature from earlier. As much as she wished to prod at the thing again, she had an air freshener to retrieve.
  
  If she were trying to access the room, she would most likely accomplish it through Rae. By the time she pushed the door open and searched around for the proper cot, precious seconds had already flitted by. Dragging back the curtain in a rush, the scene that presented itself before her was quite surprising. To her dismay, her little air freshener was...not so little anymore. This surely complicated things. Rae could only stare blankly at her sister embracing the man. Her ears had caught a few words about marriage, and she felt her grip on the curtain tighten.
  
  Marriage was something her family took pride in. It was something their parents talked constantly about, how their relations would expand after wedding their daughters. Everyone but, Rae of course. Her family had taken many things from her, and now, she couldn't even have this. A measly air freshener. "I had no idea you were a sugar daddy, air freshener. But I should have guessed by your chocolate scent." Closing the curtain without another word, the woman turned and entered through another curtain nearby. A man was sleeping on the cot with an oxygen mask covering his face. He appeared fairly weak.
  
  Stepping over beside him, Rae tilted her head to the side curiously. Oxygen masks are for serious injuries, no? There were a lot of things Rae didn't understand. Her finger tips hovered over the mask briefly, before lifting it off and placing it to the side. Flipping the back of her hand to his lips, she could feel his steady, warm breath. The man appeared to breathe fine without it. What a shame. I was hoping to cause some panic. Drawing her attention to his singed attire, she grinned. Fire huh? Maybe I can have a little fun with you after all.
  
  Rae cupped the man's face in her hands as she leaned over him, gently pressing her forehead to his. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths before slipping her mind into his with ease. Dream manipulation was one of her abilities as a kitsune of the Void. Up to her mischievous antics once again, she would bless him with a beautiful nightmare. He would be devoured by an ocean of flames, until waking. Mistborn TheImmortalDeity GingerBread SpiritOwl
  
  
  
  

  
  

 

[Shagranoz]

Lily groaned as she woke up. Apparently, she had slept wrong and gotten a cramp in her tail. It took her a few minutes to work it out, but eventually, she got to a state that somewhat resembled comfort. Putting on a green shirt and blue jeans, she headed out to the common room, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "Morning, everyone," she grunted to nobody in particular.

Anyone in Logica common room

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

Nekomancer​

Once the door shut behind Wayne, Nekomancer sat up in his bed deep in his own thoughts. He got up, dragging himself to his illegal bathroom and turning on the faucet. He splashed water on his face, slapping his cheeks and waking himself from his depressive trance, raising his head to his own reflection. Dark bags rested just underneath his eyes and his face was pale. Faint singes from yesterday's fire were still visible on his cheeks and his eyes were bloodshot. He was an absolute mess.

Past all of his physical imperfections, however, was something much worse. A turmoil that came from within, and only now was it rising to the surface. He gritted his teeth, violently shutting his eyes to the horrific view and clamping a hand over his chest, his breath becoming discordant. You've failed in your task and have gone against your own beliefs. Tac swiped his arm across the tabletop in anger, scattering his belongings. He held his head in agony and backed into the doorway, endeavoring to save himself from his own humiliation, until it all stopped. And as he forced himself to look back at the mirror, all he was able to see was a smile reflecting back at him. It was his own.

It's not too late to get her back. Rushing out of the bathroom, he headed over to his dresser, getting himself clothed in his typical cultist wear and setting out for the door, only stopping to check on his image and make sure he had nothing in his teeth. Once finished freshening up, the boy barged his way out of his dorm, strangers giving him odd glares as he skipped down the halls of the Logica House. That's right, I'm a genius. A bonafide mastermind and a god of his own craft. There's no possibility of failure, not when I'm so close to perfection.

Each step felt akin to a mile, the time between him meeting a Neko and actually getting there always feeling more dragged on than it ever had to be. Why wasn't he able to teleport next to them and profess his love in a spontaneous fashion, anyway? Finding himself entering the cafeteria, he focused his senses. All he needed was to see her again, get in contact with her again. If he was able to do that, then their love was going to come to fruition. He hated it, the idea of making her wait, but just like Jesus for the Christians or Muhammad to the Muslims, all great things came with patience, for that was the beauty of being a messiah for the uneducated and barbaric heathens surrounding him. He was going to bring them all salvation, just as those two did.

Getting in line for the morning meal, the robed silhouette fidgeted in place, pacing back and forth in line as he scanned the area for the ones that he adored. Blank faces encompassed him, not relevant to bring up by name. Each of them was useless and considered dangerous for his future plans. He wished to be rid of the petty fools, but alas, that's what you get in a school filled with diversity. Idiots. Finally deciding on sitting by himself with a tray of unknown slop, Tac seated himself at the very corner of the room where it was easiest to spot others from a distance. From there, he was to wait, hoping- no, praying that his day of retribution was to finally arrive.

Anyone in this darn cafeteria

 

[Mistborn]

Cayman Wyman
Location: Nurses office
Current form: Lizard Boi
Interacting with: Violetti
Mentioned: Lotusy

As Jay made his way over to Cayman’s bed, or at least that’s what it sounded like to him, he let out a soft sigh. I-I’ll be good... now I can sleep... He hardly noticed the stinging sensation from Jays healing, the tiredness from the days activities having worn away most of his willpower to pay any attention to such a minor inconvenience. While his flesh, including his pseudo-clothes, were in fact healed, the charred patches of scales remained unchanged. He’d need to properly shed those areas later before they could return to their normal appearance. As soon as Jay stabilized his breathing with the oxygen mask Cayman was out for the night, drifting off into a deep, restful sleep.

~~~

Cayman’s dreams, if you can call such a blank void of nothingness as such, were very uneventful as usual. It was a very rare thing for him to dream, even under normal circumstances, and he wouldn’t have been surprised when he didn’t remember dreaming about anything in the morning. That would have been the case, if a certain Kitsune hadn’t plagued him with one of the worst nightmares he’d ever experienced. The Kitsunes “blessing” took him back the worst day of his life, except this time he was the one trapped in the flames. He watched as the only person who could have helped him ran away, leaving him to burn in the scorching heat of the fire.

As the dream reached its terrible conclusion and Cayman began to wake, he broke out into an ironically cold sweat. His body started to react long before his mind was able to fully process what was going on. Automatically shifting into his fully chameleon form he sprang into motion, holding in a curse as the charred scales reconnected to his person. Sitting upright in the blink of an eye and reflexively grabbing onto the neck of the Kitsune hovering over him, he held her out at arms length away from his person. His intent wasn’t to choke her, although in his adrenaline fueled panic he may have been gripping her neck just a bit too tight. It took a moment for him to match the face he was seeing to the name it belonged to, it was the Kitsune who had been disturbing Syke earlier. Rae was her name. Realizing that he knew this person, and that they might recognize him, his muscles froze in place, going completely still as he tried to make sense of the situation.​

 

[Deathpelt]

Kerry Stayne​

No, please, just a few more minutes.... Though it was no use. Light flooded Kerry's dorm room, disturbing her peaceful and much needed sleep. Ugh, fine.. She muttered to herself, and lifted herself half off the bed. Rubbing her eyes she switched on a table lamp, allowing her eyes to perceive blurry images of the plain dorm room she was in. Dang it she had forgotten to un pack... Oh well, she could do that all later! Her eyes widened with excitement as she remembered she was in Lakoria. This would be her first REAL day of the school! Now fully animated she moved off her bed, her cat pajamas fitting loosely around her. She teared open her bag and looked for something to wear.

After some problematic browsing she finally found a pair of tight jeans and a casual white T-shirt along with a short sleeved black jacket. She had cut holes in the pants for her tail, sadly people hadn't made many pairs of clothes specially suited for nekos. She nearly rushed out of the room, before remembering she had more stuff do to before entering the "outside world." Quickly shoving her arm back in her bag she took out a tooth brush, hair brush, tooth paste, and towel. With that she quickly brushed her hair, which proved to be an easy task, and then moved onto her teeth. Usually the neko showered at night, so she was still good on that. Finally finished with her morning routine Kerry made her way outside. Then realized she had forgotten yet another aspect of her morning. "MEDS!" She yelled out, and covered her mouth flushing a bright tomato red. Her tail went under her legs and her ears pinned to the back of her head, hopefully no one had heard that. Quickly rushing (yet AGAIN) into the dorm, she searched the poor abused bag again. this time producing a small box filled with blue pills, quickly she took two of them, not bothering to get any water. Kerry regretted that.

FINALLY, FINALLY DONE! Her ears perked up as she once again left her room. What was next? She wandered around the halls looking at places she could go. Classes, library.... Food! Her brain suddenly yelled at her as she approached the cafeteria. She hurried her pace, her tail swishing back and forth, hopefully they had some decent meals.... She made her way to the line, and came out with a blob... Well it could be worse! With that she made for an empty table and started noming down.

Anyone in the cafeteria

 

[SpiritOwl]

✾ Syke ❀ Cria ✾
✽❋⚘✿Miniature Mage✿⚘❋✽
Current Location: Nurse's Office
Near by: Violetti 's Bulli Gril Mistborn 's Lizard Boi TheImmortalDeity 's new bride GingerBread 's nude man Lotusy 's Passed Out Hot Nurse

As Syke clung to the wall, surely, moments from death; she recounted the happy times of her youth, only to remember, that she had very few. She pouted morosely, and wondered, if her beloved Gardener was right to call her a fool for trying to rekindle their race's ancient magic. A tear came to her wee little eye, and rolled, sorrowfully, down her tortoise-y face. She was so engrossed in the throes of her woes that she almost could not muster surprise at the presence of that horrific rube who nearly smote her yesterday! Almost, but not quite, "Goodness!" She peeped as Rae seemingly materialized before her; so poor was Syke's perception that she had totally failed to notice the fox curled by the door beforehand. It was likely for the best, as such grisly imagery would have surely struck a fainting terror into her symbolic heart.

As the door opened next to her, Syke knew she had to act! Gathering all her remaining vigor into her viney arms, she propelled herself through the threshold of the door as it closed behind Rae only to recall, that ground rested far below her feet. In a tangle of aerial flips that would've netted her a spot on the Lakoria gymnastics team, Syke just barely managed to snag against the cloth of the kitsune's outfit. She hung on for dear life, too frightened even to gurgle, in case it let way her precarious position clinging to a harbinger of doom and pestilence. She, was incognito - a spy, dangling treacherously over a drop of death. Despite wanting to be very silent, she really couldn't help herself and let out a quiet babbling mess of terror-induced bawls. She pulled her legs as well as she could up to her chest, trying not to look down.

All she had wanted was a cough drop! THE STRUGGLE JUST WASN'T FAIR! As discreetly as she could, she started crawling up Rae's back like the undetected spider which at one point in time, has crawled upon us all. Her limbs were very shakey and she was quite infuriated by their ineptitude in the moment, it simply was not characteristic of her body to be so tired! Had not she practiced climbing trees and jabbing beetles all her life-existence?! Sigh the troubles of not getting a good night's rest was worse then she could have ever imagined. Maybe it had something to do with the fact she was slowly suffocating from the smoke to the face she received last night and it was a miracle she wasn't snuffed out in her sleep. But that's just a hunch.

It was just as Syke gripped Rae's shoulder with her stubby little hands that Cayman gripped the Kitsune's throat in a BRUTAL TAKE DOWN! A scream emitted from her beak which was neither a characteristic gurgle nor a surprised squeak but rather a delighted squeal! Syke, in her fevered mind, conceived that the actions portrayed before her were simply Cayman, for she could tell who he was in this alternate form - maybe from that traumatized look in his stare alone, and Rae acting out the memorable scene from Lakoria's most favorite anime, Cosmic Love Katana! My, there were such good actors! Just as Syke was convinced the D-D-D-DUEL last night was no more then an especially heated card game, she was of the opinion that Cayman holding onto this girl's throat was an artistic portrayal of the third scene in the fifth chapter of the second volume of Cosmic Love Katana. She imagined with the anime it was probably the fifth episode of the second season, but manga personally was more digestible with her sensitive eyes. Not wanting to interrupt the performance more then she already had, Syke quickly leaped out of the way and onto the nearby curtain. It was upon grabbing the curtain, she realized she had no remaining strength in her arms and fell spaztically downward.
​

 

[GingerBread]

]Nyx

Interacting

Kast
Rae
Cayman​

Location

Nurse's office​

Notes

N/A​

Stuff

N/A​

Tags

TheImmortalDeity
Violetti
Mistborn
Lotusy
SpiritOwl​

Nyx took a second to process what the hell was going on, as he wordlessly took the duvet back from Kast as she threatened him with another headbutt, before then accusing him of ''having his way'' with her. And then doing a 180 and then promising to be the best wife he could have as she buried her face into his chest. "What the hell?" Before Nyx could say another word, Rae pulled back the curtain and outright said that he was a sugar daddy, and implying that he was Kast's. But before he could even respond to her, and clear up the misunderstanding.. or just murder her, she closed the curtain and just walked off. 'Alright, I'll deal with that in a second.. I've got to deal with this little shit first' Nyx glanced down at Kast, who still had her head buried in his chest, before quickly shoving her off of him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Seriously?! Why the absolute fuck is your first thought when waking up to me, that we have to get married?" Nyx glanced down at the duvet cover that he was still holding and realised that he was, once again uncovered. "Fuck it.. I'll just see if Jay has a gown or something that I can wear. At least then little fucking weirdos can't tear it off me" He muttered to himself as he discarded the duvet cover, throwing it back onto the bed. "Oh, and secondly. Why the fuck would you think I'd want to do any fucking thing with you? Because of you or your sisters fucking weird ass cat magic, I was stuck as a stupid little fucking fox. I had to deal with every fucking bitch in the school picking me up and your stupid fucking sister, who I'll get to in a minute, threatening to pin me to a fucking wall. And then" Nyx focused his glare on Kast, staring directly into her eyes, while his own were full of malice. "Then I have to deal with you covering me in your stupid fucking snot and crying over the fact that your sister might've been hurt. I mean she doesn't give a fuck about you, yet you just fucking bawled your eyes out at the idea of her being hurt" Nyx walked over the curtain and pulled it open, before stopping. "I mean, she saw you with a nude guy, the same guy that wanted to kill her the day before, and just left. Face it, no one fucking likes you, not even your own sister." With that, Nyx walked out of the curtained off ''room'' pulling the curtain shut behind him.

Nyx started to make his way through the nearby curtains, looking for Rae so he could also give her a piece of his mind. Luckily, she was through the first curtain that he went through. Though when he entered the last thing he expected to see, was her getting choked by a large lizard man. "Fucking hell, you and your sister are bigger freaks than I thought.." Nyx walked closer towards the large lizard man and Rae. He had still yet to find any clothing, but he seemed to be uncaring of the fact that he was nude. "In quite the situation there aren't you? You fucking cat bitch.. let me guess.. you're enjoying it?" Nyx then turned his attention to the Lizard man who had her in the choke hold. "Now, i don't wanna interrupt this little.. kink session you two have going on. But I'm gonna have to ask you to let go of the PussyCat. Can't have you knocking her out before I get my payback for what she put me through yesterday.. and figure out how the fuck she even managed it. Oh, and I simply must warn you.. I've not had a great morning, so I don't have the highest supply of patience right now. So if you fancy getting out of the nurses office today, I suggest you listen and do what I say"

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

• Stalker babe
• Work in progress

• 
  
  Yui Nagisa

  
  

  'This is going to be perfect! Tac is going to love this!'
  Yui was so happy with himself that he was just giggling all over the place.
  "Kyu kyu kyu! I am such a great cook. Tac needs to just take one bite of anything I make and he will fall in love with me!!" He lifted the jar up to the sky, as if the contents in the jar could cure every disease. yes. Yui was so prepared for this. Nothing could stand in his way! He cradled the jar in his arms and performed a quick spin....and then crashed into someone.
  
  Yui barely had any time to blink before he felt somthing wrap around his leg and waist. "N-nani!? What the heck?!"
  Was he being attacked right now? Not on his watch! Still cradling the jar to his chest, Yui would've reached for his switchblade but he feared he didn't have time.
  He couldn't let himself get assaulted by tentacles, not again! Instead of using the blade, he showed his claws and was ready to start slashing at any dumb tentacle monster who dared to touch him!
  Then he remembered he was still at school....
  "I AM SO SORRY!! ARE YOU OK??!!" The other monster asked him.
  He quickly retracted his claws and looked at the new monster.
  He could only make a straight face for about six seconds before he started to giggle. The tentacles around his waist were starting to tickle.
  "Nyahaha! Stop it!" He giggled as he pushed himself away from broo. Quickly falling onto his face, he stopped laughing, afraid that he had ruined his special gift to Tac.
  "Oh good, it's safe, thank god!" He sighed. "Hey you! You almost ruined my gift! You baka!" He hissed at Broo real quick before standing up and taking a deep breath.
  "But it wasn't your fault....I guess...so I forgive you." he pouted, looking over the face of the supposed tentacle monster. They were...cute...but they couldn't hold a candle to the beauty of Tac Yssup!!
  "What is your name? I need to know the name of my assaulter." Yui smirked. Resting his hand on his hip and waiting for an answer.
  
  
  N Nonexisting
  ​
  
  
• 
  Content lol
  

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

Kast​

Losing her footing, Kast once more fell to the ground, slamming her back on the nursery bed, followed by having a duvet tossed over her head, covering her face. Once she heard the blinds shut behind Nyx, a cry of anguish erupted from underneath the covers as Kast attempted to hold in her broken spirit, which made her cry harder. She wasn't like her sister, and for that, she didn't have the thick skin to allow words to bounce off of her. Instead, Nyx's words clung to her, eating away at her fragile heart as she sobbed. What hurt the most was the fact that he wasn't entirely wrong, either. Deep down, she knew he was right, and the idea that some stranger was able to see the fault in her family more clearly than herself was irritating, to say the least.

Taking the sheets off her face and standing back up in a wobbly fashion, she clung to the bed for stabilization and grimaced. "I know that," she croaked, uncertain if the man was nearby in the first place. Is anyone listening to me? "I already know she ain't all that fond of me," she continued, finally gaining her balance. "I can tell she don't want nothin' to do with me and I know she hates me with every fiber of 'er being." Another few steps, this time making her way to the curtains and clinging to them. Her nails dug into her own grip as she spoke, her voice faltering every so often. "But even if she hates me, I'm still 'er family, and that means stickin' together no matter what happens, whether we like it or not." With one last push, she pulled back the curtains to both her room and Cayman's room, her eyes widening at what she saw before her.

There was simply too much for Kast to discern, and for some time, her mind went blank, and she forgot her previous sorrows. So much had been happening, the stimulation overwhelming, that she wasn't able to finish her own rant, watching as her own sister was being choked by some scaled freak. Not only that but as Nyx drew closer, her instincts began to kick into gear. If her words held true, then she wasn't going to let anyone harm her family, no matter how cruel that family was to her. So, as she watched Nyx's hand come closer to the very person that she loved with all her heart, Kast had finally snapped, her body becoming encased in flame.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY SIS," she screamed, running at the duo as fast as her tiny legs were able to carry. She rammed into Nyx specifically, sending them both skidding to the floor, Kast sitting on top of him, slamming her fists down at his head. The irony of it all, however, was that the fire didn't burn at the touch. Her punches were weak, and she was sniveling, tears stinging her eyes. Her power was a representation of her own self-worth, and so the flames that her family was so proud of felt like nothing because she felt as if she was nothing at that very moment. She felt broken. Her barrage of attacks slowed down over time, and as she lost the strength to continue hitting the Twilight reject boy, she sat on top of him, giving him the same penetrative stare he had bestowed upon her mere moments ago.

"Take it back," she pleaded, her hands shaking against his torso. "Take back what ya said about her."

GingerBread Violetti Mistborn SpiritOwl Lotusy

 

[mysteryofacadaver]

lucero quinones
male
ice mage
location: school store
interacting with: no one, open to interactions!
"talking"
thinking
ooc: for anyone who knows what "coño" means, i'm using it the way cubans use it. i'm cuban-dominican, so it's the only way i've ever heard it used. if you don't know, there's a wikitionary article which explains its meaning.

A sudden smell of pencil shavings and paper hit Lucero in the face as he stepped into the school store.
Although small (smaller than a good majority of the buildings on campus, anyways), Lucero couldn't help but feel lost. He knew he desperately needed pencils, yet wasn't sure where they were located; specifically, where the type he wanted were located. Surprisingly, he was fussy about the brand of pencils and pens he bought; odd for him, considering that he wasn't that much of a fastidious person. He preferred the yellow colored pencils the best, irritated by the mechanical pencils, which squeaked while someone wrote, and displeased by the orange pencils, due to the erasers at the ends of them always being lackluster in quality.
"Coño... where are these things?" He murmured, glancing through a shelf of binders and another shelf of ringed notebooks. He sidestepped and looked through another shelf, this time laden with pens and stationary, sweeping a lock of brown hair away from his face with a cold hand. He picked up the packs of pens, reading their labels, his eyes sweeping over the bright coloring of the fun, bubbly letters.
Lucero scanned through the shelves for a few minutes before deciding what to grab. Reluctantly, he passed a package of orange pencils into his palms, as he was desperate to get a writing utensil and a pack of orange pencils were the only ones left. How did I lose so many in one week? He wondered, as he strolled around the store, passing the pencils from palm to palm as he combed through the other shelves for anything worth buying. Lucero could've sworn that he bought a package of pencils a week ago; he guessed that his classmates kept the pencils he left them, or he simply lost all of them over the course of the week. To Lucero, the latter was just as likely as the former, considering how broken his pencil case was and how easily pens and pencils can slip out of the gaping hole in the cloth.
He slowed his pace as he walked around the store, killing time and not wanting to go out into the warm day again. It was too hot for comfort; then again, any temperature above 65 degrees was "too hot for comfort" for Lucero.

 

[okmelonn]

Mikaela

Interacting With

cute fairy boy jon!

Current Location

jom n mila's room

Notes

mom mika to the rescue!

Stuff

none

Tags

GingerBread

"Oh! Y..You mean you'll really wear them!?"
The witch boy seemed that he would practically explode with happiness in that very moment. It was funny, though. The more excited and fast he seemed to speak, the more his accent would peek through the attempts to hide it in his words. At the realization that the fairy was half naked, a light-red hue came over Mika's cheeks. "Oh.. Uh.. It's okay! We're both guys, haha.." He chuckled nervously. Though he personally hadn't completely disposed his sexuality to Jon, the fact that he was of the utmost homosexual gay gay, he wasn't exactly sure of his either..
Per the others's request, Mika averted his eyes until he piped up with a question. "Ah, well, I'd suggest that the shirt goes fi-" The witch was cut off as he caught sight of the other, turning to face Jon to respectfully answer him. "Oh, Jon.." Mikaela frowned, looking over his tattered clothing. "No. I won't let you wear that. Come on, wear some of my clothes! They might be a bit big for today.. But I can spend lunch today beginning to work on new ones for you." He huffed, striding over to his dresser drawer and taking out his smallest sweater. It was rather old, and would only seem a tad big on the other. Then, after making his way back to his bed and taking a seat on it, he would proceed to take out his pair of sewing scissor of which were placed readily on-hand into a beside nightstand. Mikaela then cut a finely shaped oval into the back where the fairy's wings were meant to go. He made a move to stride back over to his dresser, grabbing a simple pair of trousers of which he had outgrown. He folded these two articles of clothing neatly, then handed them to Jon. "Please wear these.. At least for today? I don't want people to.. Make fun of you, or have you get dress-coded.." His expression was that of extreme concern, one that was worrisome, saddened, and (protectively)angered all at the same time. It was rather difficult to say no.​

Nevore

Interacting With

egghead baby, moistest boi, Gorgeous Unicorn Boye

Current Location

cafeteria

Notes

with the bathroom boyes and feelin pretty fresh

Stuff

none

Tags

Lotusy Foxu SpiritOwl

Nevore's confident and oddly superhero-esque stance was cut short by the greeting of a familiar voice. "Ah, Wayne. You're looking rather.. Orange, today." He nodded towards the other as his only physical recognition of a greeting. He attempted to ignore the desperate seeming handshake, returning it with a rather firm one of his own for whatever reason. It seemed that Wayne's friendly, energetic, pure nature was rather hard to follow for Nevore, as he only caught a good half of the points he spoke about, nodding his head at the rest. At the mention of the shapeshifting unicorn, Nevore's heart did that flip-thing again. Ah! How wonderful their interaction had been! The only thing to snap him out of his trance was the mention of another person he may be possibly 'interested in'. "Like.. Another model-?" Barely able to get his question out, Nevore was dragged away.
He didn't exactly protest, as with Wayne he was quite used to this type of behavior. However, it took a few moments for him to fully provide attention to the tall, no-faced creature in front of him. Nevore was startled, stumbling back slightly. "A-Ah.. Omen King, was it? You, um.. It is very nice to meet you." The merman spoke with hesitation, holding his hand out to the other for a polite handshake. It took but a second for his initial shock to fade, replaced with one of wonder. "You know.. Have you ever been interested in modeling? Your head shape.. And your legs! Your height and structure.. I can see some promising things with this!" There it was again. That money-making grin plastered onto his face.
However, his attention was cut short by the sound of someone approaching the then-trio. Nevore turned to see who's presence might be interrupting their conversation, but his annoyance was switched to a feeling of absolute glee. "Mistral!" He cried out in greeting.
​

 

[Foxu]

Omen King

Location: Cafateria || Interacting: okmelonn Lotusy SpiritOwl ||Mentioned: N/A

Omen King had heard Wayne’s initial shout, vicariously excited by the tone of his voice. He’d turned around to look in the direction of his friend’s voice, but he only caught sight of an orange blur as Wayne rushed off to get Nevore. Wayne was so full of tricks! He ventured forward, trying to figure out where his newly found cohort had fled to. He needn’t have wandered far, as Wayne arrived with Nevore in tow. The sight of the two brought Age of Weakness a rush of joy, forgetting his troubles. This must have been Carpy, the enigmatic designer. What did his work consist of? It had piqued the interest of the entity right away, and now was the time to find out what it meant to be a fashionista!

The cordial greeting Wayne offered was quickly repaid,” It is wonderful to see you again Wayne! I’m delighted to see you again, has it been terribly long?” Omen King lacked more than just a face, the concept of time being short or long was rather foreign to him as well. He perceived it more as a continually revolving gyroscope, undisturbed and never broken; Endless as the sky. The events of the day before could have occurred months ago, and he would not have noticed a difference. Being referred to as a best friend was something new and remarkable to the entity, whose soul fluttered at the idea of friendship. A brotherhood by choice! And, of course, brotherhood was the bond that held the world in balance. The being was bright, his pied garments shifting slightly despite the lack of wind, they always looked to be suspended in air to some extent. His stance relaxed yet ever curious, he responded to the introduction:" Oh, I did think it was him! It is a pleasure to meet you Carpy Pinata. Any friend of Wayne is a friend of mine.” It was evidently easy to win the loyalties of Oman King. He wasn’t sure he’d have much to offer this mysterious fashion designer, but he hoped to take to Carpy like a fish to water, and he certainly felt that he could.

The hesitant speech of the designer left Omen King affirmed that the clandestine mist he’d unknowingly built up around him was accurate. So coy and charming, no wonder Wayne and Carpy got on so well! Nevore’s mention of modeling left Omen King shocked, he’d stepped back suddenly at the mere idea of it. His strange head turning downwards to peer at the floor, emitting a soft white light. “I’ve never considered such a thing, really.” Omen King had never been a model worker, that’s why he was here! He didn’t fully grasp that Nevore was talking about another form of model entirely, miscommunication abounded. He lifted his head at this and asked enthralled,” Is that what your fashion work entails? You select promising individuals and mold them into being model civilians? Incredible! There is great value in that I must admit.” At this rate Omen King had his fishy counterpart pegged as a social worker, quite far from the truth. The glitz and glamour of the fashion world would have undeniably tantalized Age of Weakness to an equal measure, everything was striking to him! Omen King’s attention followed Nevore’s gaze to Mistral, the sparkling boy who had told him to go away the day before. He wished that his fabulous peer wouldn’t repeat the offense, he’d like to stay and chat with his new friends! Trepidation took seed in his mind at the thought of Mistral’s cold words. However, Nevore’s enthusiastic greeting reassured him, perhaps he and this cloud-like boy had just gotten off on the wrong page! He tried to wave in salutation, but the action was slower than it should have been.​

 

[Silvis]

Raziel
Location: Cafeteria



Raziel woke up with a splitting headache. He'd had terrible nightmares all night centering around death or tormenting of people he'd met yesterday. He staggered his way through getting dressed and armored while trying to shake the dreams. He'd only known the witchy alchemist girl and unicorn for a day but they left a big impression so he understood why they'd feature so prominently in the horrific maimings but why were Carpy and the enchanting catgirl there? For that matter why did the unicorn obsessed catgirl keep getting burned? He was strapping his armor on as he shuddered recalling the portion about the water elemental. He'd never realized you could be so inventive when torturing water. He was vaguely aware that he was almost ready so he strapped his sword on and stumbled towards the door.

Pain was the next clear thought he had. He looked around as clarity dawned on him and realised he'd fallen out of his window. He started patting himself down and quickly found the source of his pain. His sword had caught on his leg in the fall and he was sure it had fractured or even broken his leg. Pushing himself to his feet her sighed. Those dreams had really rattled him. His armor wasn't on right leaving the connecting straps exposed and he had his sword on in school. While deliberately not thinking about falling out a window the once again humbled knight started limping to the cafeteria hoping for food with gritted teeth. The dark spirit inside him armed more amenable now than it had been while giving him nightmares as his leg started mending almost immediately.

In the halls the knight in disordered armor tried to avoid anyone seeing him but it was likely in vain. The sounds of clattering metal accompanied the limping man to the cafeteria alerting anyone with even moderately capable hearing to his presence. Upon entering the cafeteria he felt certain this was the most disgraceful start to a day he'd ever had and tried to be thankful that the break seemed to be no more than a nasty sprain already.

Mentions: Witchy alchemist ( metalcity ), Unicorn ( SpiritOwl ), Carpy ( okmelonn ), Enchanting catgirl ( Deathpelt ), Unicorn obsessed catgirl ( Violetti ), Water elemental ( Lotusy )

Interactions: Open

 

[metalcity]

Angelica

As Angelica flicked through the pages in her book, she hummed a good hum to help her remember the content in the book and along with this she was kicking her legs back and forth along with her humming. She was in her own little world, full of potions and mushrooms when suddenly a tall figure appeared in front of her, casting a shadow over the petite girl. Angelica was about to turn the page but stopped when everything went dark, she looked up but seeing this large muscular physique made the poor girl jump back in shock "Goshinous!" She yelled out, throwing the book to the side she managed to rip the corner of the page she was holding. After throwing herself back, Angelica placed her hands over her chest as her breathing was heavy. While she calmed down she managed to hear what this...person? was saying, already making an improvement over the first day! When the green girl complemented her hat she giggled slightly while holding onto the side of the hat, twisting it a few inches on her head with a small smile. "Thanks?" Angelica replied in a questioning tone, not too sure how else to reply to this complement. "I choose this hat my valecity self! I also like it! It's so cappagy cool!" Angelica continued, feeling more comfortable as she talked about herself. ​

Wow she is tall! And she looks so strong! And she could snap me in two just like those mean boys said they would after I stole their sweet roll! But I ate the sweet roll so who's laughing now? huh Boris?? Ha! Wait Angelica! Forget them! This green girl needs answers! Now Angelica, get your name right this time, its Angelica...An-gel-ica. You got this! ​

Angelica Composed herself and looked at the girl standing in front of her, her hight made Angelica feel like a little witchy gnome. As she looked up an idea popped into her head, she jumped up on the bed and stood as tall as she could, standing on her toes and stretching up as high as she could possible get however it was not enough to match the green girls stance, but the difference wasn't that much any more. Eureka! She cleared her throat for the last time before waving her arms up, placing her hands on her hips while her eyes widened. "And a good operty morning to you too dorm-mateicus! Friendicus! My name is" This is it! You nailed the first heragidy part! Now for your name! Don't mess up like last time! "Angegicap. . ." Angelica's posture crumbled as she fell back onto her feet and then down onto the bed, she expected to land in her won crushing defeat at failing to announce her own name again but then found herself looking above the green girl. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her and she really did nail her name and now she can reach a new level of hight! Or her weight allowed the bed to bounce her back up into the air above the girl and down again. Sadly for Angelica, it was the latter. This time she really did come crashing down, as she landed on the bed the weak wooden panels supporting the mattress cracked in half and the bed collapsed. "Owie owie! Why must pain be so dangidy painful?" Angelica whimpered, after rubbing her eyes she started to open them, noticing that the girl seemed even taller now. "So...I meant to say Angelica...Coz that would be my flagady name...ouch..." Angelica tried to redeem what could have been the most EPIC of speeches OF ALL TIME but it just sounded pathetic, she looked away as she tried to avoid eye contact with the woman.

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Megan

The two delicate ladies did two whole laps of the school while they searched for one of this mythical teachers. Megan grew more annoyed with each step and Becky at first was growing annoyed but ended up growing hungry. "G O S H, Becky. Do you not like, even care we are not sharing the same room? We need a teacher! ASAP!" Megan groaned, slowing down her pace to turn to her friend. As Becky replied to Megan, her face showed a bit of disgust "Becky, darling. Stop being, like, so shellfish. We can get food after we sort out this mess." Megan tried to sound as nice as she could, but her friend new this was only a facade. "Gee gasp! You like fat cow, Becky!" Megan retorted, she couldn't believe what her friend called her after trying to sound as nice as possible! After the two exchanged a few more insults Megan attempted to throw a slap at Becky, which she took but retaliated with her own slap which hit Megan. The two got into their own little fight before splitting up and looking at each other. "Fine, Becky. We will go get your food! Gosh, no need to be a bitch. Gosh!" And with that the two girls went back to how they were before, annoyed and hungry as they entered the canteen. They both knew that any small fights they got in didn't mean much.

Upon entering the canteen the girls attention was directly drawn towards the scent of food, which made their mouths start to salivate. Megan turned to face her friend "Right, Becky. I'll go get us food, while you like find us a table to sit out. And make sure we are along. I like, don't want to sit next to one of these losers." And with that Megan strutted away to go get herself and Megan some grub. After gathering and paying for the food, Megan turned to try find Becky sitting at a table. However she didn't see any tables that only had Becky one, which she found confusing before seeing Becky sitting at a table with some guy. "O. M. G. What is that ,like, slut doing?" Megan muttered while approaching the table.

Before sitting at the table Megan dropped Becky's tray of food in front of her, while delicately placing her own tray in front of herself. She looked across the table at the boy before turning to face Becky. Then back at the boy. She leaned forwards "Could you like, give us a minute?" She asked while putting on a sweet smile. Leaning back she put her hand next to her mouth so the cultist couldn't see what she was saying "I thought I said to like sit away from people, Becky!" Megan loudly whispered, frowning slightly. Upon hearing Becky's reasoning for sitting at the table Megan gave the boy a glance, top to bottom before turning to look at Becky again. "He is like, so not your type, Becky! Have you seen him? he is like such a tramp! How could you think he is cute?" She continued, but hearing Becky continue made Megan sighed. "Fine, Becky!" And with that the two girls lowered their hands and Megan put on her nice smile again. "My friend here says that you said she could sit here. I like, hope its okay for me to like join you two. I'm Megan, what would your name, like, be?" Megan asked, trying to sound as nice as she could. After asking the boy her question she took a bite out of her buttered bread roll.

TheImmortalDeity ​

 

[Silvis]

Kareek - Big
Location: Hallway outside infirmary



Kareek had slept curled up on the bed after the fairy-prey servant left him in his room but woke up when the sun came in through the open window. Looking around Kareek discovered the servant called Cayman wasn't here to get him breakfast. This won't do. It's already failing as a servant. After slithering to the door the abandoned snake discovered it shut and himself trapped. He tried unsuccessfully to slither under the door a few times and even tried flopping against it to get someone's attention but it didn't work. He looked up at the door towering over him in all its smug firmness and was reminded how these spells had rendered him so small and insignificant. Kareek quickly became angry and then infuriated. How dare this door try to trap me?! I'm an almighty basilisk king! It must pay and those servants must be punished! In the justified rage he resolved himself to destroy this insolent door and undid his transformation quickly returning to his full size. As his body grew he shunted everything out of his way and felt his tail shatter the window. With his size returned it was a small matter to ram the door and feel it splinter apart beneath him. With his much needed revenge out of the way he shrunk and left the scene to sniff out his wayward lizard servant leaving behind his massive pile of shed skin in a mostly destroyed room.

Nobody would likely notice the small snake quickly making its way through the house away from the commotion. Even if they did it quickly disappeared out of the house and left toward the school. With the fantastic sense of smell Kareek naturally possessed as a basilisk he had quickly begun tracking his poor untrained servant to the infirmary. Unfortunately for the poor servant her wouldn't yet receive his just punishment and retraining as Kareek was growing tired and hungry. He'd noticed how pleasantly warm the halls were and that they would likely be just the right size to be nice and snug for him. Slithering to a stop just a few feet down the hall from the infirmary door the weary king laid down his head and returned to full size once again before drifting off to sleep with his head just outside the door not caring if he was blocking passage.

Mentions: Jon ( GingerBread ), Cayman ( Mistborn )

Interactions: Open

 

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Erika Dubloit
Interacting with: Nekomancer ( TheImmortalDeity )
Mentioned: Kerry ( Deathpelt )​

There was something about being a spirit that one could consider both a pro and a con - one of them being not needing actual sleep. So, here she was, floating above her bed, which looked perfectly pristine and she had no doubt that it would stay like that, with a book right in front of her. One page after another. Erika had nothing else to do during the night. Word after word. Paragraph after paragraph. But no information really making its mark in her head. It was frustrating when it came to this. She wanted to sleep, but she knew that her body wouldn't undergo the same action that it normally would with normal people.

There wasn't anyone to talk to either, her dear roommates not popping up yet again. She had the room all to herself, and it honestly bothered her. Crippling isolation was something she had gotten used to, but that was back at home. Never at school. She had half a mind to head over to the library in secret, but she wouldn't be shocked if they caught her in the act. In a school full of the supernatural, they probably had a lot of precautions against them. Erika sighed once more as she moved from the bed to the window, looking out of the window. The night was silent. Peaceful. Serene. Absolutely mesmerizing.

Erika was unsure how long she had been staring outside, but the clock said it was 5:30, and she knew that she had to get... ready. What a funny statement. She looked down at herself, wearing the school uniform of her old school. Ah right, one of the only two outfits she could change into. Up to now, she was unsure how any of it works and it irritates her, to be honest.

Once time passed, she exited her dorm room and headed straight for the cafeteria. And here we go again, another thing she can barely do. Erika had learned how to eat and drink like a normal person if she's focusing, but it requires extra effort on her part and she wasn't sure if she was willing to do that every single time she's here. She floated through the aisles, looking at the different people there - from the different houses. She saw familiar faces, but didn't interact with them. She even saw Kerry, who she waved at and gave her a friendly smile.

Though once she saw the familiar face of Nekomancer, she felt like she needed to finish the interaction that was interrupted by his schedule. "So how was yesterday, Nekomancer?" She questioned once she was within sight and hearing of Nekomancer. "I hope it went well considering how you were rushing to get there and forgot to put something on aside from your towel." Must have been a nightmare for anyone who saw him as he rushed towards wherever he needed to go.