Realistic or Modern New Oasis: Academy

[AriAriAbabwa]

DEXY THORNTON #609D95

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SCENE:

WELCOME TO DEXY'S FUTURE LAIR

LOCATION:

DEXY'S FUTURE DOCKS

PARTICIPANTS:

DEXY AND UNOFFICIAL UNDERLINGS

WELCOME HOME, DEXY!!

For a while, things seemed to be well. The to-be students of Rosengarten were getting acquainted with each other, expecting a peaceful boat ride to what should have been a peaceful school life. What should have been... Little did any of them know, that true horror awaited them... a vile evil so wicked, she single-handedly polluted the earth on purpose, and dared to put chewed bubble gum on someone's chair!

This presence now stood at the boat entrance...

"KRSH, KRSH, it gets louder and louder! KRSH! KRSH! LIGHTNING!! BOOM! CRACKLE, CRACKLE! KRSH!"

The evil lightning for the evil being's evil entrance subsided at last! Arms on her hips, stood as tall as can be, Dexy Thornton eagerly looked on these inferior vessels.

And, in one breath, she squealed, "Greetings, peasants! Future underlings! I am The Unparalleled Darkness, Exalted Queen of Torment, Heiress of Villainy that Stalks the Mortal Realm, Heralding Death and Destruction to All that Humankind Holds Dear with No Remorse! But since this nom de guerre would be considered too complex for your mortal, feeble minds, I grant you all permission to refer to I, The Unparalleled Darkness, Exalted Queen of Torment, Heiress of Villainy that Stalks the Mortal Realm, Heralding Death and Destruction to All that Humankind Holds Dear with No Remorse, as Dexy!" She put a hand to her chest.

"It is time! Let us meet with the denizens!"

Her Excellence started with the loners.

Doctor Llamabean
Dexy's very first stop was Eustass, the mopey boy on his lonesome. She stood in front of him, arms crossed with a smug grin plastered on her face. "Greetings, Rambutan Boy! You have the honor of being the first of whom I have endeavored towards in my destiny of ruling the world! And seeing as you lack in the looks department enough to develop such a frightening countenance, I will even grant you the privilege of being my bodyguard in the future!" After hearing whatever he had to say (which may or may not have gone one ear out the other), she walked to the next. Such was the case with the others.

Nobody Special
She sized up Tiago without a hint of fear. "Salutations, Acne! Your yellow hair and red eyes made me think of acne! Ha! I almost thought you were a prince, but princes aren't lonely! I'm glad I didn't make that mistake! You'll make for a good bodyguard, I think!" Dexy laughed to herself. Loudly.

ATurei
"Hiya... blue? Single-Blue-Hair-Girl... What do you think will happen if you cut it off?" Dexy leaned in, as if to get a closer look at the singular strand of hair. To her, it looked like an alien bodypart. "Does it grow back like an arm? Anyway, I, your Queen, digress! A pleasure to meet you, Single-Blue-Hair-Girl!"

Anaee
"Good wishes... You..." Dexy recoiled backward, taking on a defensive stance. "You're the Heroine! I would never mistake such a heroine-like appearance! That's how it was in the video ga—I mean the simulations! I never would have thought the Heroine and I would attend the same schooling! Yet, as fate has it, we are now pit against each other in a cruel game played by destiny! Mark my words, Heroine, I, The Unparalleled Darkness, Exalted Queen of Torment, Heiress of Villainy that Stalks the Mortal Realm, Heralding Death and Destruction to All that Humankind Holds Dear with No Remorse, will not lose to you!" She stormed off, intentionally stomping loudly.

Roda the Red The One Eyed Bandit azenva
"Yoooouhoooo! My lackeys... ohmygod you're such a Cutie!" Dexy almost melted upon seeing Ivay; much like one would when embraced by a puppy. But almost immediately, she forced her eyes away from him. "Gah! NO! I'm being bewitched! I will not falter! Dexy has climbed too far to be taken down by the likes of brainwashing!" Her gaze then landed on Kasha, and she soon breathed relief. "My cute-registering brain juice is being balanced out! I appreciate the assistance, Zombie, but I have always been an independent villainess! I need not the likes of unwilling assistance for my ventures!"

Her eyes wandered to the other person in the group, being Kina. Her mouth dropped at the reptilian body parts. "Woah... you're a Real Lizard person! Is it true that people like you run the governments in secret? How do I join? How do I take part in the evil clandestine plans?! Ah, you probably cannot talk about that, right? In the show I watched, people like you usually have a strict honor code and harsh punishments for traitors! I shall leave you to your government meddling, then!" She turned directions like a storm—not before spinning back to give her two cents on a question not even asked to her. "Also, this is my 5th time boating!"

Coyote Hart Lucem Beann
"Howdy-doody!" Dexy looked between Leon and Jason, finally landing her gaze on the former. "Aren't you a rebel, eh, Shortie? Exploring the woods at night? I watched a movie that went like that, and everyone died! It was really scary! You're a perfect denizen!" She looked to Jason again with a look of pity. "Adult Man... are you really a student? Are you really our age? Oh... Adult Man... you must have gotten held back for a lot of years..."

She smirked. "Don't worry! Together, we will abolish the schooling system and replace it with Dexy Education system!" Dexy turned to Kiyumi. "You can join us, too, Choco-Banana! I mean... not for the forest thingy... You guys can do that on your own, I'm busy taking over the world. I meant for replacing the education system. Anyway, talk to you, later! I have more subjects to attend to!"

BriiAngelic BluEndings miki YumenoTsukishiro @FangS31
"How farest thou, everyone?" The brightest of the group took first attention. "You! Sparkles! You're very happy to be in the presence of the almighty supreme being that is myself! I approve! You have a high chance of becoming my Minister of Propaganda! But you, on the other hand..." Dexy's expression turned sour at Gip. "Good God! Did something happen to you, Doomer? You're the total opposite of Sparkles! I know 10 ways to cheer up! Would you like to hear them? Oh, wait, I forgot! The best way to make someone happy would be to leave them alone, right? Ah! I should stop—no, wait! I shouldn't try making you happy! I'm evil! Ha!" Dexy looked back at Sparkles... and decided not to question her own inconsistencies and move on.

She turned to Yuuko. "And to answer your question... Sheep... I don't know why, but you make me think of sheep! You have a good chance of becoming my Minister of Espionage! To answer you, no, this is not my first time on a ferry! I've traveled all the realms in search of lands to conquer before settling here!" She moved on to Percy. "You... You're the Badboy I've read so much about in all those romance—" Dexy cleared her throat, "research novels! Piercings, yee-yee ass hair, metal thingies everywhere, dark colors, to think I would find you here! You have a good chance of becoming my Minister of Culture!"

Finally, there was Jasmine. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Scarface! There must be a story to that scar, right? Like, did you earn it in a battle of the cosmos, protecting this homeland from the invaders of outer space! Or! Or! Did you perhaps fend off your longterm rival from destroying the core of the world, but when you had them defeated, you showed your heroism and spared them?! You look so cool! You have a high chance to become my Military General!" Dexy, eyes sparkling, had inched closer to her for each question asked. At one point, that look instantly vanished. "Ah! I'm being delayed! Bad people! The Unparalleled Darkness, Exalted Queen of Torment, Heiress of Villainy that Stalks the Mortal Realm, Heralding Death and Destruction to All that Humankind Holds Dear with No Remorse has things to attend to!"

gxxberkit @angel doe
"Ahoy, maties!" These were the last of the denizens for now. "Cotton Candy? And... scales?! Are you also a lizard person?! And is your hair actually Cotton Candy?!" Dexy shook her head; she was getting distracted again! "I could not help but overhear you mention pirates. Well, I have come across a number of pirates myself, and not just the seafaring ones! There were ones in the sky! In space! In the quantum realm! Would you two like to listen to my tales?"

 

[Anne Boolean]

Carina Santos

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SCENE:

Welcome Home

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

Bruh

Welcome Home

Carina was a smart girl. The shadiness of the enrollment process hadn't been lost on her. She hadn't been to boarding school, but from what she had heard about it, being unable to bring any personal affects or your own clothing was something unique to Rosengarten. When they arrived, another thing that made her question what exactly she was getting into happened, the event taking the form of being told to not step out of the car she had arrived in until someone opened the door. And yet, she played along.

When the door was opened for her, she stepped out and stood, listening to the woman's speech. Her words of home and family brought a smile to the brunette's face. Those were the reasons she was able to overlook the red flags waving so clearly in front of her. She eyed the boat that they were to continue their journey on. So they would be going to an island. That certainly felt isolating. And on top of that, it seemed to be just surrounded by woods and nature... which also happened to be dangerous at night. Carina chewed on the inside of her cheek. Truthfully, she wanted to turn and hightail it out of there. Unfortunately, she had nowhere to hightail it to. Surely living in slightly shady circumstances with three meals a day and a roof over her head was better than being homeless again... right?

After the speech had finished, the girl watched as her peers either mingled in smaller groups among each other or strayed to the sidelines to keep to themselves. She eyed the various small groups forming, feeling a desire to join one of them and talk to some potential friends and classmates. Yet, he feet stayed planted where she was. She looked down at herself, taking in her relatively new appearance. She had the looks she had always dreamed of, hell, the looks many others dreamed of, and yet... the insecurity from her past and her fear of rejection still lingered.

One of her classmates seemed to be the complete opposite of her. The green-haired girl announced herself as some evil overlord to be before approaching each group and solo individual and giving them her first impressions of them. Maybe it was best Carina had hung back for a moment, although the possibility of also being called a heroine was enticing. Then again, she may be branded a witch or something instead by the eccentric girl.

Her eyes once again scanned her various people and the judgments Dexy gave popped into her head. Heroine, Rebel, Adult Man... Scarface was a particularly bad one. Feeling some empathy, Carina considered approaching her to maybe try and reassure the girl. Then again, if the scar really was something she was sensitive about, not drawing attention to it would be the best course of action.

Two others that got it bad were Dexy's "bodyguards". One was called ugly, and the other was compared to acne. Both interactions were pretty bad, Carina thought, but she elected to approach "Acne", as he had a less scary air about him.

She gave a smile when she came face to face with him. "... looks like you already got a job on campus, huh?" she said with a small chuckle, motioning with her head to Dexy. "I don't think you give the impression of acne, though. Red and yellow are in a lot of things, like..." Her mind went to ketchup and mustard and then Wacdonald's. Carina had a feeling those weren't much of an upgrade from acne. "... royalty!" That was typically purple and gold from what she knew, but Dexy brought up Tiago's princely air before, so hopefully it had left an impression. "I don't know what she's talking about! You definitely do look like a Prince, even if you are on your own." She gave the compliment with an earnest smile, but moments later it faded as she started to wonder whether that was a strange way to compliment someone.

Spoiler: Tags

Interactions: Tiago ( Nobody Special )
Mentions: Dexy ( AriAriAbabwa ), Eustass ( Doctor Llamabean ), Idk a bunch of other ppl

 

[Kyuubey]

EVERLY CLARISSA HARTINGALE

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

???

WELCOME HOME

To some this new adventure, if it could be called that, would become a journey that was filled with excitement and endless possibilities. Others would find it treacherous, more punishment than a reward. In the end though, it was a means to an end for all of them, wasn’t it?

Eve was the former - a dreamer, ready for a change of scenery and new experiences.

The reflection of the moving world outside danced across wide and vividly colored eyes. Eyes that were indeed daydreaming, soaking in the enchanting backdrop. Those arms were neatly braced upon an open window, acting as support for a chin that was settled upon them comfortably. The cool breeze was snaking its way to tousle and send those azure strands flying about wildly.

It simply brought a bright smile to tug at those lips, unhindered by the clutches of what tried to drag people down. Immunity to such negativity was granted when at the mercy of this feeling. It warded off the traumatic thoughts and Everly was grateful for the reprieve.

The driver had warned her of the possibility of being pegged with flying debris or something else that might be in the air if she stuck her face out the window but Everly paid it no mind. It wasn’t like the girl hadn’t had rocks thrown at her before, kudos to other kids and their incessant bullying from her childhood. Her response was to smile and carry on. As she got older they began to throw words around and those hurt more than the stones, though again, she’d just flash them a look that closely resembled unfettered happiness.

Sometimes the insults slid away like oil and water attempting to mix and other times they embedded themselves real deep and out of reach. A burdensome splinter to perpetually remind her of the not so enjoyable times she’d had to endure at her previous school.

Yes, previous school. That place and that life was far in the rearview mirror and Eve had absolutely no intention of looking back. There was nothing there for her anymore.

This was a fresh start. Eve smiled widely at that realization, arms outstretched far past the window as she cheered out into the world, sending all of those past worries to be carried off by the wind. A cough followed by a gag of sorts followed as she retreated back into the vehicle and gripped her throat tightly.

“ Told yous~ “ A voice sang out from the front of the vehicle, the words seeming to float back to Eve with its not so subtle mocking but ‘haha told you so’ tone. Eve choked a bit more, trying desperately to clear her airways of the bug that had lodged itself there before reaching for the bottle of water that was being offered. Relief washed over her face as the liquid poured down her throat and she only smiled sheepishly behind the container in return to the eyes glancing back every now and then with vague concern through the mirror.

“ Bugs are actually extremely nutritious. “ She retorted in defense as those lips scrunched up, a visible nod to the flustered state she’d been reduced to. That mop of blue hair splayed out beneath her lithe frame as she melted back into the surprisingly deep cushioned and cozy seat. Glaring towards the window, as if this would somehow send a message to all the flying insects out there, Eve’s fingers found their way to the button that would roll that window back up begrudgingly. She’d been enjoying the crisp air and the freeness of it but it wasn’t worth dying to a bug.

The inside of the car was blanketed in a bit more darkness with the tinted windows keeping most of the light at bay. Everly gazed around at the few things that she had any claim to. The deduced remnants of cherished things. She’d only been allowed two and there was one that was clearly an obvious choice to bring along. Something she’d never dare leave behind.

Her violin.

They settled on an ebony case that was decorated in intricate designs that were clearly drawn on by the hands of an artist. Hands that hadn’t been Eve’s. They hadn’t been there when the case was first acquired. A finger traced them, eyelids descending to a fatigued close, though if it were physical or mental was unknown. Eve continued to trail along each detailed pattern as if it were now just from muscle memory. It begged the question of how many times she’d spent doing that.

The rest of the car ride, Everly spent playing the violin she’d brought with her. She leaned in when they hit a bump, unfazed by it as her body subconsciously seemed to pick up the cues of the world around it and flowing with it instead of trying to fight it. The notes were euphoric, motions erratic, that were followed by a melody that was fast paced and unbridled. A real testament to the way that her soul wanted to express itself.

Music was one of the few ways to speak, where each note was allowed a voice. Yet it was a voice that Eve kept pretty quiet, smothered even, especially when it came to other people.

The driver, her solo audience, seemed to settle into a state of contentment, lips curved upwards into a smile that didn’t cease to fade even as they began pulling up behind a line of other identical vehicles. This would be the end of that song, what a pity. Music was indeed balm for the soul.

The escort simply held their hand up, motioning with a few fingers that waved haphazardly about to gather Eve’s attention, not wanting to rudely interrupt the song she’d been playing. Instead of being calm and lowering the violin, Eve began hastily shoving it into its case and the sound of a few clicks resounded shortly after.

“ Hey kid. “ The voice sounded closer and with her belongings now tightly within her grasp, Eve turned to find the driver with an arm around the passenger side headrest and a goofy smile plastered upon their chiseled features.

“ Don’tcha give up on that. “ And with that he turned, staring back at the carline that was slowly moving and inching forward. Eve noticed his fingers drumming away against the steering wheel, moving fondly to the beat of the song she’d just been playing. A knowing smile graced her features, however fleeting it may be as they crept closer and closer to the front.

As they stopped, the door was soon opened and sunlight filtered through, cascading about in a manner that could almost be considered an assault to the eyes. Eve blinked a bit up at the welcoming face, who could only be the esteemed Ms. Gonzalo, and beamed back at her, case in hand while she exited the car and waved towards her escort. Through the dark windows it wasn’t noticeable if he’d waved back but Eve liked to think he had returned the sentiment.

It didn’t take long for her to fall into the crowd of bustling students gathered around. Some had already started up idle conversation and pleasantries, others were attempting to. Eve stood alone, just watching while awkwardly standing there and clutching that obsidian case as if it were a lifeline. The eccentric features of each person was not lost on the girl as her eyes flickered from face to face, never lingering long enough to be considered rude, but not short enough that it would seem they were purposefully being averted.

As the voice boomed over them, loud and true like an arrow guaranteed to hit its target, Eve gave the headmistress her uncontested attention. It didn’t break away or divert elsewhere until a lengthy pause of time had passed after the woman’s introduction and announcement.

They were taking a boat. No problem. No problem. Except there was a problem. One only took a boat when large bodies of water were involved. The color drained from Everly’s face, paling to a level that would be concerning to any eyes that drifted towards the extremely short girl. Eve’s hand curled tightly upon the violin case, visibly trembling whilst the container itself looked like someone was violently shaking it. Such a feign at confidence.

Steps that were much too heavy brought her towards the floating vessel they were to board. “ Stare at the boat, stare at the boat. “ Everly tried to coo out like one consoling a child, repeating it with each onerous and weighted step. But she messed up. Badly. She indeed did not continue staring at that bobbing ship like she very well knew she should. That gaze slid far down like pattering rain against a window pane as they settled on the vast lapping waters of the stretched out lake.

And with that stupidity also went her balance like a rug that had swiftly pulled from under her. Eve’s clumsiness was rearing its ugly head at the most inopportune moment. It appeared to anyone else that she’d tripped over nothing but air, and that would be a safe assumption or assessment to make. Really, there was nothing there to catch her foot, but it had caught anyways.

Her case went flying from her hand in her mild panic to steady herself. An alarmed look spread as she watched it scattering across the ground and sliding pretty impressively in distance until it slammed into the shoes of another student. She winced as it made its final stop, like the impact had somehow physically manifested upon her person as well.

Dread and humiliation tugged at her features but Eve fought those nagging feelings off, a smile so wide it touched her eyes spreading in its stead. Those eyes were forced to rise from the silhouette of her mistakenly dropped item and upwards. She silently hoped she would not be met with the gaze of one filled with chagrin or disdain over being attacked by a random object. And if she did? She’d continue to smile anyways.

Her eyes flitted back towards the case and back up, switching between the two at the speed of a hummingbird's wings as if trying to visually assess the damage to both. The case was undoubtedly not making it out without a few scratches.

Making an enemy before they’d even arrived at the actual school would not be ideal. After-all Eve was hoping to befriend as many of her classmates as possible! The sole victim to her clutz-like nature was definitely included.

TLDR -
played violin in car, wow cool
tripped and violin case hit someone in the ankles, wow not cool

 

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Jubei Tetsuo

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SCENE:

Let's Get This Rosengarten Academy Over With

LOCATION:

The Ferry Boat

PARTICIPANTS:

The Clumsy Blue-Haired Goat Girl ( Kyuubey )

The Ferry of Pain

Arms wrapped around a backpack and eyes focused solely either through the windows outside or occasionally flicking over to the driver, Jubei Tetsuo sat relaxed against the seat, not slumping but not upright either. Around his ears were a pair of headphones, each playing music from his Walkman player. A gift from long ago and a very special one. The only one besides his old headband and glasses along with one pair of his old clothes. All of which folded and neatly packed away into his satchel bag. They said he could take a few things, but this particular pair of clothing held significance for him. He would not part with it nor the rest of his belongings. Thus, he held the backpack. Jubei found his eyes slowly floating over to the driver--the only other interesting thing here besides the passing outdoors.

The man had a strong build. Not bodylifting build. But strong and bulky. Those shoulders were sure. He even had a scar along the side of his face. Where did they even find this guy? A pair of dog tags hung from the driver's neck. Marines? Army? Jubei had no clue, but he guessed that perhaps not all the drivers held prior history with the military. This one could be for him given his prior history. After all, Jubei knew himself to be quite dangerous, but he wondered what a military man might do against him, unless the soldier had a Potential himself.

Or perhaps those tags were fake. Always a possibility, no matter how small. Maybe to trick and dissuade him from causing any problems. Jubei turned his head back to the window. No need to overthink it. It just happened to be the most interesting thing of note about the driver besides the fact he was being as silent as Jubei had been this whole trip. That and Jubei had the occasional thought of strangling the man and escaping. It would be so easy. Jubei was a free man after all. He could run, and he doubted they'd catch him again.

Old habits die hard, he supposed.

"We're here."

The car stopped as the driver spoke those words. The first and last words he would speak, Jubei supposed. Nonetheless, Jubei figured all those similar SUVs driving near them before following a strict line was no coincidence. So there were other students who were embarking on the same trip. Jubei was not sure if that was better or worse than him getting special treatment and being shipped off alone. Although, the brief thought that all these other students--as unlike as it was since it was explained that this school was a place for people with Potentials--were criminals like him did cross his mind.

Jubei removed the seatbelt from his person, pressing the button and unlocking the latch, before removing the headphones from his head and letting them rest on his neck. He watched the window of the cars roll down. A small quizzical expression flew across his face before disappearing as a woman began speaking to them through a megaphone. Jubei simply rolled his eyes at the command and unlocked the car door before opening. Immediately, the former killer stopped as he watched movement outside his peripheral vision. The driver made a move. Not to grab him.

Reaching for something instead. Anything from a gun to a knife to pepper spray could be in there. Jubei had little clue as to the policy the school held on security and weapons.

Jubei scoffed without even looking in the driver's direction, "Can you shoot or hit me with whatever you have after I stretch my legs?"

Jubei heard something along the lines of "stop" or "listen to what she says", but he paid no mind. This woman clearly did not understand how long the drive had been. Jubei's behind felt raw with numbness and felt it creeping from there to his thighs and legs. Besides, he had enough of fences and cages and doors and windows. For once he wanted to stand in a place with none of that restricting him. Be free outside, in the outdoors. Jubei kept his satchel on, throwing the strap over his shoulder, before leaning back and resting his back against the car. He crossed his arms before yawning as the instructions changed to speeches as someone else took over the megaphone. The counselor Ms. Gonzalo, if he recalled her name correctly, was doing her duties while the headmistress spoke. Calanthe. Jubei rose an eyebrow before smirking and then chuckling at the way she spoke. Her very words brought a sense of humor to his mind.

When she finished speaking, Jubei cupped his hands around his mouth.

"BOOOOOO! That has to be most boring and creepiest speech I ever heard yet! No one talks that way unless they're evil or something. But, hey! Way to set the bar high, Mistress sir."

Did he use both the word mistress and sir together wrong? Yes. Yes, he did. Did he intentionally leave out head? Yes, he did that too.

In all honesty, a former convict with a rap sheet like his should probably be more grateful and respectful of this new chance. But then, he never liked certain types of authority. Calanthe happened to rub him the wrong way. That and, if he appeared like a jerk or a bad guy, the students that did have a bad reputation would more likely to invite him to their shenanigans, and the teachers would have quite the low-opinion of him. Which made it all the better when he shattered their expectations by being a decent and kind student. There was more in his head than just stealing and killing. Anyway, nevermind about that. That was the old life. Here he was a different person.

A casual salute of greeting was sent Ms. Gonzalo's way as she approached him.

" 'Sup."

Jubei kept to the back of the group as they traveled to the boat. No one to sneak up behind him, and he would definitely avoid the hustle and bustle among them. He rather not talk to anyone of them on the first day. New person or not, Jubei did not feel like in the mood to immediately hop into his smiling and joking persona. The headphones found themselves back on his head and ears. His eyes remained focused on the ferry and widened at the sight. A ferry? Well, for this many students, it would be a reasonable mode of transportation. He just . . . never expected to see one today. Nor did he expect to find a few students with similar hair to him. Did they dye their hair? Was it a more common trait than he thought among Homo Potentialis? Did they even have white hair dye?

Damn it. The one unique thing I had. Oh well.

Speaking of appearances, he noticed how some were eyeballing the others, particularly those with more . . . visible Potentials. Jubei let a dry chuckle escape his mouth. He seen worse. Far worse.

He shrugged and kept himself away from the group. All the teenage awkwardness and exuberance and ego. He needed no part of that. He grew up quick. Instead, his efforts were kept to keeping his glasses over his eyes and a pair of headphones on his ears. He began crossing over the threshold between land and ferry, walking up the ramp. Now, on a good day without Jubei blasting tunes and focusing on avoiding the fuss and muss of these fellow students (especially that one who had mint green hair and kept calling people different names. Dexy, right? If she came near him with words, he’d be ready to put a hand over her mouth and shoo her off), he would have happily and easily avoided the sudden pain being driven into the bag of his feet and ankles.

Soon, he found those same legs above his ass and back as the entire back of his torso slamming into the cold, hard ferry floor. His behind and head followed suit before his legs slammed down atop the case and helped put a stop to its sliding. Pain shot out and rooted itself in his back and head, but it was minor compared to if a human had fallen like this. That and luckily the bag held nothing but soft items. Nothing jabbed into his back, thankfully, this time. Jubei's eyes shut close and he winced at the suddenness of him landing on his ass. Before his eyes fluttered opened. He almost frowned and scowled, operating on the assumption this was done to him on purpose.

Before his expression became something else entirely looking up at a blue-haired girl with purple eyes that rivaled amethyst. And were those horns? They were nice too. Still, no matter how nice they were, they did not take away from the nagging feeling of irritation along his spine. Instead, he flashed that certified charming smile. Perhaps he did not want to hop into his jokester person yet, but this girl appeared both apologetic and a little . . . sick. Pale, too pale even for the way the light hit her or how her skin tone appeared. Was something wrong?

"Damn. First time a girl actually sent me head over heels for her. Impressive," he chuckled.

Perhaps he could distract her with a small remedy of humor while he tried getting up and sorting everything, especially himself, out. He used one hand to rub the back of his head while propping himself up with one elbow. With a grunt and a groan, Jubei managed to push himself up and quickly looked over his belongings. Namely his headphones, Walkman, and glasses. Check, check, and check. He set his headphones around his neck before shutting off the music. Then his attention lifted up to the girl before reaching down for her case. Grabbing the handle with a solid grip, he lifted it up before brushing it off with the other hand--as if that would help with any potential dents or scruffs.

"Ah, here you go," Jubei offered and moved his arm forward to her before pausing, hesitating, "Well, unless you want me to carry it if you happen to be all thumbs today."

Jubei raised a quizzical eyebrow but holding onto the case. A small smirk kept this features before laughing. Just a little.

 

[simj26]

She stared at what she assumed to be the cheeky bastard gazing up into the sky, a bag slung over one shoulder, teetering close to the edge of a cliff as his dog presumably yipped at his feet, her fingers rubbing against small indentations upon the card's edge. Yeah, no duh, obviously. The fates were particularly testy today. She had drawn the same card about three times now. She wanted something more concrete, but every single time had been that darned card. She’d give anything for a minor arcana draw, but the fates were seemingly intent on handing her the same draw.

She sighed, returning the card to the deck, and tried to lean back against the leather seats of the car. She inadvertently bumped the top of her head against the roof, and recoiled in response to the dull pain. One had to wonder, for being able to send a cavalcade of cars to pick up and send youths to their new school, they were surprisingly unequipped for handling people of her particular size. Sheepishly, she slouched down into the seat further, and leaned back, both pairs of her arms spread across the entire back seat of the car. The driver did not seem to even register that she had almost scratched the top of his car. Gotta respect that, she supposed. Hallmark of a professional- never make it personal, always decide that everything bad that happens is circumstance and part of the job. If she could, she’d give him 5 stars. Not that she had her phone to do that.

She shoved her cards into her pocket. The students had been given the option to keep especially personal items on them, and she had, possibly poorly, chosen the deck of cards with her. Every being on this green earth was bound to fate. Everyone that had a starting point, has a thread that they cannot cut that led them to their ending point. Still, it was stupid to just lie down on the gravel and let the waves of time pass her by. If she was going to meet misfortune, then by golly, she was going to meet it on her own terms. That said, it never hurt to know where that thread was going to lead her. If prevention was impossible, at least she’d be prepared for a cure.

They arrived smoothly, in front of a lake. At least, she thought it was a lake. She rolled down the windows, and looked out at the glimmering waterfront, the water crisp and pure. A rush of fresh air greeted her. Yeah, this was definitely a lake. None of the salt. None of the smog of urban development neither. Not at all like the humidity of a rural area either. It was almost the same as what she had experienced all those years ago. Refreshing, really. Once, Father and Mother had brought her to a place like this, when she was but a wee little thing, in comparison to her current self anyway. She opened the door, pne of her draconic arms pulling her bag towards her, and the other gripped the side of the car, pushing her out of the car. She gave a tiny wave to the driver, who responded with a simple tip of his cap. Damn, he was really dedicated to the job. Stoic. Just the way she liked it.

She looked on (or at least attempted to) quietly at the gathering of students, making sure to keep a distance between her and them. She didn’t quite listen to the announcements. She heard enough to understand what was going to happen, and what was to be done, but she wasn’t quite done taking in the view to be much bothered about the rest of the salad dressing, as it were. The rest of the students had already gathered in their own cliques, their own groups. She watched as one student tripped over her own feet, and sent her violin(?) crashing into another student. She would have helped, were it not for the other student being a helpful soul themself. She could barely hear him (at least she was sure it was a him), but she was sure he gave the worst pick-up line she had heard uttered. Well, probably not 'worst', but it was fairly bad. Still, blooming love was always a sight to see. The cards would divine something from this, but she refused to ask them.

She reached into her pocket, shuffling the cards within the deck, focusing on a question in her mind, then drew a card. She held it up, her fingers tracing the bumps across the edge once more. An old man, a lantern in one hand, and a staff gripped in the other, standing alone atop a mountain peak, gazing down upon the world beneath him. Upside down. She shrugged. As usual, she supposed. She tucked the card away, back into its deck. Another Major Arcana. Fates truly were pulling at her strings now. Nothing to do about it, she supposed. She strolled over to the boats, studying them. Boats were good. The virulent plague that she was bound to spread would not bother the student population on them, if she were to stand in a corner, and in open space.

As for the actual lodgings themselves, that was a worry. Her draconic arms folded themselves over her chest, and she rested her own arms upon them, one hand clasped in front of her lips in thought. How were the arrangements going to be, she wondered. She would ask the cards, if they didn’t only offer vague answers. Her mind lingered upon the card of the young man at the edge of the cliff. A new beginning. She waited with bated breath for the day that Death would arrive at her next draw.

 

[The Prophet]

VICTORIA BRYNING

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SCENE:

WELCOME TO ROSENGARTEN

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

Anaee , everyone else indirectly

WELCOME TO ROSENGARTEN

".....S-So, are you excited?"

"..."

How many times would the Academy Rep ask that? Victoria had resolved themselves to not talk to the very talkative and persistent represenntative, and as said representative learned over the course of the ride to the conservatory, the scarred woman had more than enough resolve. Instead, as the driver shared a look with their coworker, Victoria had busied herself with staring out the window. She hadn't bothered to learn much about the place, remarking that she wouldn't be there for 'a million years'; In hindsight she probably should have, especially now that she was barred to bring practically any personal effects during her stay. Said fact was biting her in the ass a present; she wanted to bring her baseball bat but instead had to make due with a tennis ball. How annoying. There was a feeling welling up as she thought about home, unknown yet familiar as stray beads of water rolled down the window and caught her reflection. It happened more often these days, but as soon as it came she felt her Potential kill them. Ever so quietly she uttered a response to herself, not bothering to look over to the other side of the vehicle.

"..No. I'm really not."

She didn't pay much attention to whoever started talking when they finally stopped, though in retrospect she didn't really need to. She grabbed her hat -the only other small item she was allowed to bring- and exited the SUV, finding her place a tad off to the side of the assembled group. The Representative said something positive once more; luckily Victoria had the speed to shut the door before she could finish. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk, it was more so that she didn't want to intrude on the already bubbling converations. Instead, Victoria watched the boat and scanned the distance for something interesting. Wonder how far in the forest she could go? Or if they had a gym/pool? If she was going to be stuck here, she could at least use it as a training camp. The more serious speaker finished and they were left to their devices for the moment, and Victoria could only crouch down and ruffle her own hair in agitation. Trying to treat it like training was only avoiding the issue at hand. She was stuck here, and all of her stuff was at her house. At least she owned a nice house when this was all over, but it'd be two years before she'd likely be able to step inside. "...Haah, this is gonna suck, ain't it? I'm tryn' to be positive, but I suck at that too."

Victoria turned her head, raising a brow at a green haired woman harassing a blonde. err, and everyone else for that matter. Well, everyone but her. Should she be glad, or insulted? either way, the scarred woman was curious now, so she called out to the likewiase outlier from the main group, the 'Herione'.

"Okay? uhh, alright. Guess I don't fit the criteria. Oi', You got a problem with Limes'? Sounds like y'all got a history. You good?"

 

[ATurei]

Chiba, Shion

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

People

WELCOME "HOME"

Shion walked now with frantic steps as if fleeing from the cluster of cars. Imagine that, this Shion, this star of the track and field club, whose magnitude of mastery over every movement and every step is signified in the unconsciousness in which she moved her body – all the trained precision, dexterity, and flexibility, that come always without so much as a mindful effort. None of that could be found here; now, her steps hastened, her breaths labored; then, they came to a halt, to a slow, hesitating even to land her soles upon this foreign soil.

Human consciousness and the force of habits became dimmed in the presence of confusing, uncontrollable dark thoughts. She could not keep them in check any more than a child without a mother in a crowd. And so they became the inward mold of her every outer movement. They took and spun her at their devilish will, so that her fists tightened and eyes bloodshot.

Frustration. Annoyance. Anxiety.

These molds, being chaos, arrested her in a tangle of feet and a drag of breath. Making her one cornered beast, though no bodily danger threatens its livelihood, not yet. But soon enough it would lash out and emerge in one beastly form or another. She paused.

"Hiya... blue?-

“Who? Me?”

From whichever crack in the firmament, then emerged a beardless and ashen leprechaun. Such a hearty and laughful creature with mocks and jeers to send her way, but little could Shion make sense of its words. No less to affirm her sanity or lack thereof than to seek a reason, or a parent to explain the appearance of this child, Shion sent her clouded eyes round the place. The lake, the cars, the students, the headmistress… She had not gone crazy, and it was not another of her episodes, though all the symptoms had been there before the creature had come.

“What do you want from me?” she asked guardedly.

"Does it grow back like an arm? Anyway, I, your Queen, digress! A pleasure to meet you, Single-Blue-Hair-Girl!"

So the bizarre thing said.

Shion blinked.

Then as quickly as she had come, the girl left.

Now alone, bereft and bewildered as though awakening from a wild dream, Shion slowly made a turn to her current destination.

“You reckon what was that about?” Shion asked.

There was no answer.

“The devil hammers my head. I’m going crazy.”

Still, Mr. Ahab gave only silence.

“Come on now, give me something, old friend. What do you do when life gets so wild and confusing?” As she said, the girl – this tall and domineering athlete – brought the stuffed whale to her ears, patiently expecting an answer, in broad daylight.

“Oh well, keep your secret. I could already guess what it is. So, so, I’m going to give it a try.”

With the tight-lipped whale and the shoe box in hand, now Shion sprang for the lake. And this was a true spring of a star athlete, one who had truly abandoned all that existed without her body and all that awaited beyond the goal line. For a brief time, only the act of propelling the body and advancing to the one and only ultimate goal occupied her mind. So that it took a matter of seconds before her arrival at the pier, where the stuffed animal was sat atop the box and the coat freed from her waist at a frantic pace.

All done, she plunged into the water.

Plunged like a fish back to its watery domain, like a frightened baby back to her mother’s womb: fleeing, absconding from this inhabitable maddened world

Water pressed against her ears, so that the evil whispers were beaten out. The cold numbed her mind, robbing dark thoughts of their sole device.

The seconds wore on, but long before her lungs would cry for air, she emerged and deftly climbed back on the pier.

Phew. She gave a sigh, wrapped the whale in her dry coat, and collected the box.

Shion Chiba, she was herself again. The thoughtless, careless, heedless Shion. Thinking too much had never done her any good. Now she thought no more, but found herself, for some reason, perfectly drenched, under this wonderful blue sky – a perfect day indeed for an outing, or to begin a new life.

But also she saw that small girl from before, and acknowledged that the girl had not been a product of her imagination. But then… What is she?

Now a changed person, she gave it no introspective thought or speculation, but, as was her old wont, set out to learn the facts herself. Long strides carried her to the short girl, who she assumed young, in middle school perhaps, due to her stature and manner of speech. Even as Shion approached, the small thing was loudly singing her odds declarations to one person or people after another. And then it would be seen in all its weirdness that as the small girl paraded the ground handing out grandiosity and utterly bizarre greetings, so tailing her a matching escort: tall, rough, perfectly wet from head to toe, with a stuffed whale wrapped in her arms like a cradled baby. The teal-haired girl went on unknowingly of Shion, who widened her eyes with wonder at every new greeting.

As the last one drew to a close before the cotton candy and a lizard girl, Shion had come to a conclusion, or, if put less forgiving, jumped to it. Strange pity arose in her for the girl who was either without very well-equipped faculties, or far too young and far too innocent for this adult world. Either way, Shion drew not only pity, but also amusement from the thing. And as is her way when she is deeply interested or amused, she seized the source of joy in her toned arm, sharing not just a bit of her wetness in the process, but thrusting her wide grin in the girl’s face.

“Oh look at you,” she exclaimed, “how cute you are, my leprechaun! You are cute, cute! So what is it that you say? You’re a queen? O Your Highness, then I shall be your faithful servant, just let me rub your face some more! There, there, good girl! Good girl!”

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[The Regal Rper]

Qui | The Docks

A finger went up and scratched the tattoo on the back of his neck, hidden by his collar.

"Ykmow Gustav, in our time together I've never asked you something on me noggin-- you got any kids?"

Green eyes flicked up to look at him in the rearview mirror.

The mustached man with the faint scar running down the side of his left cheek to the temple merely snickered and shook his head. "Never cared to."

Qui leaned in from his seat, smirking. "Trouble finding a good partner?"

Gustav laughed, filled with amusement. "Not when you barely had the time and didn't care much to in the first place."

It made him wonder just what Gustav used to do before becoming an academic representative. He was not the most talkative bunch, but ask the right question, and you got some sort of reaction.

A school of HPs, built solely for HPs, reminded him too much of the District's Program. Representatives sent, told him that this had been a carefully selected ordeal and probably applied to everyone entering the school. The only problem was that he never got the information he was looking for. Rosengarten's details were few- and Gustav always deflected, something he knew the man knew he was keeping track of. Then again, Jose and Eon had always been better at probing people for details than he ever could be without using intimidation or physical threats of violence.

It was the silent pauses, like this one, that made the faint barcode tattoo on his neck he had been bestowed by the District's Program, itch. And whenever it itched, it was a sign for 'greater' happenings.

He wondered what happenings he'd find here. Would this whole place be a death trap? After escaping one hunting, he had potentially walked into another- maybe- but at the same time, it did not fill him with dread or despair like finding his sister's beaten up and bloodied body had.

It left him tingling with curiosity.

They pulled into the driveway as the 20th SUV to arrive and pull into the edge of the circular stop.

Ah how this reeks of such bizarreness. Not even a suitcase on him as he counted without even looking out the window- the list of bodies, and people in his surrounding environment. 26 others, a round of staff up ahead.

He checked the guitar, observing the main anime girl depicted on it, striking a pose. Her fellow idol members, also posed around the guitar's body.

“Hello! I’m Ms. Gonzalo, your counselor..." he locked in on her with a brief glance, noted her height, weight, a scramble of estimated measurements scribbled into his head as if written like a note-- hair color, eye color, facial structure-- then turned his head to look at the guitar case as he listened but kept his eyes on the only thing that had been shoved into his hands before he'd hopped onto Hibani's private jet out of Eivle.

As Counselor Gonzalo approached his vehicle, Qui could not help but wonder what his musical friend, Leek as he liked to call him, was doing now since he'd vanished before his own hasty departure. What sort of situation had pushed him into finally ditching Blaster Studios?

He heard the handle of the door being grabbed, and turning his attention away from the guitar- his grim expression faded into a bright smile when he looked up.

He could tell without even using his powers, Gustav had silently been observing his little internal exchange with the briefcase- and could not help but wonder if it would be reported to the others down the road.

After all, the only reason he was here was because Gustav had managed to get in contact with his guard, Angelica.

The line of students were prompted towards their destination upon the Headmistress' instruction, yet despite finding the irony in the words of seeing this place as a home- where in his mind he saw a possible prison, he found his eyes drawn not to the interactions of his peers but rather the twins for the brief memory it stirred in his mind seeing their interaction.

The interest to mingle was gone, but with the prompt and the push towards the docks- he was sure it would rekindle in due time.

The list of bodies he could detect were grating to be aware of- like having eyes everywhere but not at the same time, so instead- he began bobbing his head to a tune in his own head. Feet shifting to a beat- guitar on his shoulder bobbing to the side behind him as he moved.

Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you​

Footsteps shuffled to the left with a slide and he did a twirl.

Body like the summer, fuckin' like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do​

"What a beat" he whirled, popped, and strode towards the docks. Quite aware he looked odd dancing to no real music save the one bopping in his head, but it wasn't like he cared. Wasn't breaking any rules entertaining himself like this.

And if it helped him forget how the brief exchange the twins had shared reminded him of his scattered siblings-- even better.

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[YumenoTsukishiro]

JASMINE FLORES

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

Jasmine, alone

Welcome Home...

As they walked, Jasmine continued to enjoy this strange, warm feeling growing inside of her. But then there was a moment where the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, like yellow, predatory eyes hidden in the foliage of the far edges of the huge pond were all fixed on her. The moment passed, but it was enough for her to put up all walls again. Everywhere she looked -- the evergreen scenery, the ferry, and the wide, blue sky -- all of it still evoked a sense of awe. But Jasmine was slowly realizing that she was in a strange, new place, with strange, new people, and she still didn't know whether any of them would mean her harm. She crossed her arms. Her face stiffened. She let her gaze fall upon each and every person standing or walking on the ferry. It was still too soon. The last time she was with a tight-knit group of people, they all tried to kill her.

She began walking away from the group, but not before giving the girl named Yuuko the courtesy of a reply. "Nice to meet you, too."

She didn't get two steps far before another girl joined their little throng, someone who looked like one of the dancers she saw in the little screen during her airplane ride. Another threat. Another spear. Another death. No. She needed to stop thinking like that. Before she could spiral any further, she stepped away completely, mumbling a half-hearted excuse about dizziness.

Another threat-- girl approached, with blue-green hair and the bearing of a loud kitten. The girl, who introduced herself as Dexy plus a title Jasmine could never hope to remember, spoke a series of words that went into one ear and came out another. Her body acted almost out of instinct, nodding and saying something in affirmation, before walking away.

Jasmine stood at a side of the ferry with no people standing close. Deep breaths. Four seconds in. Four seconds out. Repeat seven times. It was something her mother taught her when she was starting out with the wild hunts. Nanay Tala used this technique herself to slow her heart and still the skin shivers. She breathed out the seventh time, and it was enough. During it all she was rubbing her fingers against the string of wooden beads dangling from the side of her head, one of two items she was allowed to bring with her to school, and the only thing given to her before she was exiled.

Calm. Yes, she was calm now. She stood, alone, staring out into the water, uncaring of the events happening around her. As much as she wanted to feel like part of something larger again... it was too soon.

 

[BriiAngelic]

Yuuko Shibuya

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

Jasmine, Gip, Percy, Ema, Dexy

WELCOME HOME

So the quiet one was not a fan of fast-moving vehicles? She almost wanted to ask what constituted a fast-moving vehicle to them. But she didn’t get the chance to before Perry’s animated nature managed to pull her in with a greater focus on the dangerous line he implied being willing to break.

“I could get a boat license someday, and so could you, buddy! We could all sail away together…”

Did people usually volunteer to sail away with someone they just met? Was she supposed to be more casual? She gripped the strap of her bag firmer with the edges of her nails digging into her palms. They were going to get bored of her if she couldn’t even get social norms down. She had to force down her unease and keep everyone happy. She released a small sigh and threw her bag strap over her shoulder wearing it more like the duffle bag was meant to be carried. With a crack of a smile, she forced her weight more onto one leg and brought her shoulders back mimicking a model pose she would so often draw her characters in opening up her body language entirely trying to project confidence.

“Not sure there’s boating classes in our future but it’s a nice thought. Would certainly be a nice way to start the year though!”

She heard others approaching the group quickly and hardly had time to acknowledge Ema, who she was already much fonder with than the green-haired girl before she was being taunted with a familiar insult. It was like anything Dexy had said after was drowned out as she heard the repeating over and over and over and over.

Sheep

Sheep

Sheep.

Yuuko’salittleSTUPIDTIMIDUSELESSsheep.

Like that her confidence evaporated as she took a step back from the girl and the group as her anxiety started to flair. Her eyes carted around the deck under her breath she whispered the things she needed to focus on.


“Boat. Violin. Headphones. Cards. Water.”

She could see them.

The cool rails on her back, the wind on her face, the weight of her bag, the deck below her feet.

Calming.

The chatter of students introducing themselves. Footsteps as people climb the ramp to come up to the boat. The sound of a splash that was unlike the sound of waves.

She was a problem for them. But she couldn't focus on that.

Paints, the smell wafting out of her bag. Had one come loose? Perfume? Did anyone have that on? Oh, she did that’s right.

Ground.

She was grounded.

Probably.

“Sorry, I-”

She looked up. Jasmine was gone. OH, SHE HADN’T INTRODUCED HERSELF. She pushed off the floor, when had she gotten on the floor?, and looked back to Ema. She pulled forth all her energy to suppress her pull of her emotions. She didn’t know what she might have just spread. She didn’t know if she was grounded. But she desperately hoped she could fake it long enough to make them not question.

“Wowww, she was a lot wasn’t she? Sorry-Ema? I’m Yuuko, Yuuko Shibuya. Uh please don’t mind umm. Anyways! Rosengarten’s just going swell I suppose.”

She wanted to be home. She wanted to be wrapped in a blanket and dragged onto the couch while her brother made jokes about how Yuuko and Sora were never going to grow up. Was she that tense that a basic social interaction with a common bully was going to throw her so off-loop? Fuck that. She wouldn’t deal with that again.

“Hope she’s not in our year.”

It was clear through the strain in her voice that there would be no other but Dexy that she could be referring to.

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[Beann]

TATSUDA KIYUMI

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

Jason, Kiyumi, León

WELCOME HOME

Kiyumi’s lips curved into a small, mellow smile after hearing the returned compliment. She tilted her head to the side, allowing the movement to exaggerate the height and bounce of her ponytail. “Thanks, ‘preciate it, man.” Not a lot of effort was put into her sick dye. Money, however, was invested into it so she would accept any hair-related compliment thrown her way.

Another voice joined in on the other side of the tall fella, forcing Kiyumi to lean forward to put a face to the voice. It would appear the trio unconsciously gravitated towards each other because of their choice of hairstyle. Cool.

Her eyebrow lifted slightly as the newest ponytail member made his attempt to recruit the two of them to explore the woods after dark — something the headmistress specifically advised against. Despite the rules implemented, Kiyumi was awfully curious to find out what was out there. She hummed to herself for a moment, glancing at the tallest ponytail member as he gave in his two cents about it.

He had a good point. If they got caught they’d probably get thrown out of school. Kiyumi wasn’t sure what her parents’ next steps would be if she did get thrown out. Probably a military academy or something. Kiyumi shrugged, “Maybe we best settle in first and get a lay of how strict security ‘round here is. After that, I’m game.” It wasn’t a no but it wasn’t exactly a yes, yet.

She nodded along to tall boy’s suggestion of getting a move on before blinking in surprise at his sudden friendliness. Kiyumi didn’t mind physical contact but she was a little caught off guard after having just met these two literally a minute ago. She relaxed after a few seconds, matching her pace with the pack leader. Boat Buddies, eh? Kiyumi stifled a chuckle at that. “Aye aye, Cap’n. Hopefully, we ain’t gotta sink with the boat.” She wasn’t afraid of water but she wasn’t exactly the best swimmer.

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[Nobody Special]

TIAGO DE CAVALCANTE

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

Dexy, Carina

WELCOME HOME

An unexpected interruption. The blue-haired runt who stood before Tiago had completely thrown off his initial analyses of his classmates-to-be, what with her incessant rambling and childish nicknames. As the much shorter girl prattled on in front of him, the heir had half the mind to raise his hand and put her in her place with a firm flick to the forehead and some harsh words for how she had addressed him, but she managed to slip away to her next victim before he could do so.

’Acne’... He thought to himself, shutting his eyes in annoyance.

...What a brat.

So, Tiago decided to disregard the girl as nothing more than plain old noise. He would have to avoid her and her antics for the time being– simple as that. And he would absolutely not serve as her bodyguard. How unbecoming for a young lady to carry herself in such a way–

His internal monologue was interrupted by another girl, this one having a much less annoying air to her. Unsurprisingly, she spoke in reference to ‘Dexy’ (he had absolutely no plans on addressing her with the abhorrently lengthy title she had originally introduced herself with), and, with a scoff, he replied.

“Tch. I pay little mind to such arrogance,” He scoffed, eyes looking over to the girl for a brief moment while she bothered their other classmates with the same schtick. “She’ll regret that impudent little nickname once I start ignoring her.”

A small, proud smirk could be seen on his face after the dark haired girl complimented his appearance, reassuring him that he did indeed look like what he was– royalty.

“That is exactly what I am– a Prince. I suppose you could pass for a princess yourself, girl.” Practicing what his parents had put so much time into teaching him, he offered the girl a gentle bow, before locking eyes with her again. He would have taken her hand into his own, but he wasn’t at home anymore– things could be different here.

“Tiago Luciano Siqueira de Cavalcante, of Áureo.”

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[Kyuubey]

EVERLY CLARISSA HARTINGALE

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Docks - The Ferry

PARTICIPANTS:

Jubei

WELCOME HOME

Staring into Jubei’s eyes was like staring into a dangerously beautiful cobalt abyss that dared to suck one in. Everly took a step back after meeting his gaze, panic rising. But then he chuckled and it'd taken everything in her power not to mimic the action and let out a chiming laugh of her own. As it tumbled past his lips, she felt a weight immediately lifting, like a blanket that was once suffocating being ripped off.

The cheesy pickup sounding line registered next and Eve blinked quite a few times in response.

What am I supposed to say in regards to that? Is… is he flirting with me? Is this like one of those mangas I’ve read? It’s the school girl uniform isn’t it? The azure haired girl’s thoughts came and went in a flurry.

She continued watching him with a newly found interest, trying desperately to obtain some sort of answers as she tugged uncomfortably at the hem of her flowy skirt, trying to cover more of her exposed legs.

“ I’m not quite sure it’s supposed to look how it just did. “ She retorted, tactfully choosing her pointer finger and not the middle to push at her glasses so they would settle more comfortably upon the bridge of her nose.

“ Unless I’ve been picturing it wrong this whole time… “ Her voice softened as it trailed off, those doubts now circling her brain like a stampede.

Everly let a shrug befall those petite shoulders before she peered back up at the boy who was extending her violin case towards her. A hand reached forward to pluck it from his grasp, ignoring his words as she assessed what damage it had taken. It was clear what was taking priority here.

Eve finally released the breath she’d been holding once she deemed it not too badly dinged up and glanced back over at the mop of white hair within her peripherals.

“ I’m really, really, sorry but if you’re alright, I’ll be on my way. I’ve got a boat to conquer. “ Her voice shook as if she truly was about to face her arch nemesis and was lacking an ounce of strength or confidence to do so. Truthfully it was depleting rapidly by the second and she was afraid if she didn’t move now that she wouldn’t at all. She was trying though and that amounted to something, surely.

“ S-See you on there! “ She exclaimed, footsteps a little sluggish but still bringing her in the direction of the boat.

The front of her shoe tapped at the edge of the boat where they were to board as if testing its stability and making sure it was soundly solid and wouldn’t crumple under the pressure of her weight. All 105 pounds of it. After a bit more prodding she took a giant leap, landing on both feet and holding her arms out to balance herself. That violin case swayed a bit but her grasp on it remained strong and sturdy. It was more of a death grip, those knuckles so pale they rivaled the hue of Casper the ghost.

“ Totally fine. They say not to close your eyes if you’re succumbing to motion sickness because it heightens it but… looking is also making it worse. What to do, what to do… “ Everly babbled on to herself. It looked like every step was overly dramatic, like one playing the floor is lava, as she very slowly made her way towards one end of the boat and pressed herself up against the wall.

If anyone looked closely her body was actually stuck there due to purely riddled terror, like she was stuck on the Gravitron at the fair. Those arms were glued to her sides and the surface behind her, locked in place, whilst her back was so snugly magnetized to it that it would take a great amount of force to even peel her from it. Her lilac eyes were focused straight ahead, pupils erratically vibrating, staring intently at the shoreline in yearning as she waited for the boat to start moving before she got any grand ideas about booking it back onto land.

I think I might actually die before we get there. The sickening thought rose like bile in its most acidic form to the base of her throat as she resisted the urge to start hurling all over the deck.

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[The Regal Rper]

Qui | The Ferry

Like fireworks popping, the names slipped into his ears and these were the details amidst the mass of 'noise' he allowed himself to keep in his info net.

There was Kiyumi, meeting with Jason on one side.

Scales, bubbly, eager to interact-- Pirates?-- Cree, interacting with Jay.

Socially awkward, just as bubbly as some of the others- Percy.

Yuuko- interacting with Percy, with someone rushing forward--The Queen, teal hair- shortie, loud, proud- her name was Dexy- the rest of the titles she'd uttered didn't matter. The one she'd passed, blonde, a Prince?

Lot of royals here apparently- then again both could have just been talking right out of their ass and he'd have known no better. Better safe than sorry though.

Tiago? Blonde. It went into the folder. Most of them that he could identify by name, caught by passing glance of appearance- a simply glance was all it took. Height, eye color, hair color, body language, the few exchanges he picked up if he allowed himself to pay attention--

Speakers crackled. An eager feminine voice delivered. Once you master that technique, blocking environmental information will be second nature-- at least, that is what we theoretically believe.​

--and it hadn't been right, but it hadn't been wrong either. The feed died to a hum, a hiss in his ears, mutterings in the background of his mind as he ramped up the music in his head once again- changing it to a pop song of which the lyrics he barely recalled, and so he replaced them with his own.

Bad Habits, dragging me down through the sun
Fading fast like Icarus did on his plum​

Say what you want about the District, but it certainly had its merits despite its often times, questionable experiments in testing HPs in other less than savory activities.

But that was the past, much like his old life- he couldn't dwell on it now. Not with what he'd gotten into here.

Qui couldn't help but smile, as he did an electric slide across the deck floor, twirled, popped his arm in a wave- and then hip-hop style waved his arms like the soothing waves of the ocean before turning that into a shifting move that continued a progress forward. It was funny that he couldn't shake the sense of oddness about this whole 'operation', because that's what it was in his mind. His old life had been governed by laws and principles, where unlike other places or other countries, misuse of your abilities costed you dearly if you were an HP, especially if you were one the District deemed had abilities that fell under the higher Rank categories.

Like he did- so it made him wonder how many of these folk, especially the ones with Effects, fell under too.

The girl with horns and glasses talking to the one guy in all black caught his eye. As did the giantess with long hair and two arms, as well as the neutral looking gal with similar reptillian mutations.

He'd never really been around this many of his own before outside of his sports career or Renegade work.

So the idea that most or some- from what the Representative had explained about this place being a safe place for HPs of troubled backgrounds, of tough pasts, some with abilities considered dangerous, some with abilities considered meager, with restrictions (as he'd been warned), an island, and other unforeseen variables- it made him laugh.

Maybe his little sis had been right. Perhaps he was a bit of a thrill seeker after all.

Right now, the tingle of curiosity was at its highest as he twirled to a corner on the ferry, back to the rails, arms catching either side as his guitar case stopped his motion when it hit the ferry.

"Wew" he sighed aloud, popping his shirt up and down, shifting his guitar off his back and letting it drop unceremoniously to the ground and lean against the rail next to him. If there'd been eyes watching him on his funky ascension to the ferry and then across the deck to his own little corner, he'd have known- he always did, wasn't a thing he couldn't trace- living or undead.

So when the alarm went off in his head, he turned with a new alert cautiousness, belied by his nonchalance, towards the source in which his senses directed him the pull was at its strongest.

Yuuko was her name. And from the looks of it- heart rate elevated, eyes shifting, breathe gradually unsteady- not controlled, she looks to be having a panic attack.

Familiar with those, he thought as he bent a knee and in the same motion brought his case down to level so he could extract the guitar.

"Well, not sure why my spidey-senses are tingling but I ain't dumb to not listen." And right then and there, he activated his power as he took hold of the guitar.

The energy that rushed into his muscles was subtle. Like a dam had burst and a trickle of water, freezing cold, had washed over him. It targeted his nervous, the CNS, Automated Nervous system- increasing his reflexes- enhanced his muscle physiology for the enhanced agility.

The timer ticked- but as long as he kept hold of that energy, he could still let it out or clamp it down before he could do it again with anything else.

Fingers to his lips he whistled, hard- it was shrill, loud- and given his distance, since the boat wasn't like the yacht's he'd been too on business gatherings or 'visits', the distance between him and the others was not as wide.

It was bound to attract attention- calling her name out publicly like this would strike her as weird- he knew that from personal experience. And even if she was a bit odd for having a panic attack being approached by so many people at once- well, he couldn't judge. Didn't know her.

Hopefully the guitar would do the work for him though. Leek's power over sound had been bestowed to all his instruments, he knew this one wouldn't be any different.


His fingers strummed, and the sound of an electronic guitar reached a wide berth of ears. No need for an amp when the strings were designed to vibrate at the right frequency to sail across the air. Even without Leek's potential, a normal person could play the guitar if they had the experience and could tweak its tempo and sound. The instrument was an anomaly- one that doubled for its use as a blunt weapon.

His fingers danced across the cords. And the song might have registered familiar to some- since it was a popular one from an Amestrian musician.

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[BluEndings]

'GIP' CLEMMONS

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Ferry

PARTICIPANTS:

Percy, Yuuko, Ema // Leslie

WELCOME HOME

It wasn’t happening.

Too much was happening, so it wasn’t happening. ‘It’ being a futile attempt to partake in deceptively harmless rituals of normal routine. In the end these sorts of interactions would always fall flat. The sort of social defining exchanges that left all parties feeling hollow from the ringing that resulted from paltry facades.

It wasn’t like Gip refused the unwanted arm being slung over their shoulder or even announced the slightest bit of displeasure. At its heart it was a gesture of amiability. Or at least that was the convenient way to look at it. It could just as well be a gesticulation of superiority. However, coming from the daft individual, it was an unlikely conclusion. He seemed plainly well-meaning. There may have been some solace in that if it wasn’t so invasive.

The thought process may as well have been heard by everyone in the vicinity, because new faces only seemed to continue pouring in. One such ‘Ema’ had practically pranced her way over to the gathered collection of faces. She spouted the typical introductory statements to only have her inquiry interrupted by a certain teal-haired menace.

This particular interloper happened to be a specific brand of vexing. The kind that served as a reminder for the overabundance of rules and regulations these establishments were capable of. They seemed excessive only to the blameless, but in the face of the problematic they were nothing short of expected. That’s the way all things worked. The many would be punished to no fault of their own, hindered and scorned by the chains intended for the guilty.

The girl’s words themselves were nothing to take heed of. Little more than the nonsensical rambling of a child’s make believe. Likely formed from evident lack of shame or an insecurity so overflowing as to flip things on their head. In the end the reason, and the act itself, didn’t matter.

But if that were the case, then why were Gip’s fingers curling?

Their body had pulled back, shifting Percy’s arm off their shoulder, and both Gip's own raised even with their torso. Tension bubbled up from abdomen to throat, clogging it with an anticipating concoction of trepidation. The proliferating sense of unease weighed down their receding steps to a slow churn. Unease reigned supreme, surpassed only by the fiddly cordiality it fueled.

“Easy to slip… when the deck’s wet…” A pause. “...from the rain.”

Not a bad excuse. At least if the sun wasn’t leering down.

“From the river. River rain—waves.” The spirit in their voice dropped. “I’m gonna go now.”

One stumble followed by innumerable scuttling later and they had faded away from the seemingly ever-growing group. Only distance didn’t seem to free them from the situation. A shrill ringing sounded out from another student, and though connection was unclear, it remained another universally received intrusion.

Raising their eyes for the first time, Gip reluctantly tuned in to the performance. It wasn’t like it was something that could be easily ignored anyway, but the purpose of it all was lost to them. Just another person pursuing attention in whatever meager way they could. Even if it trampled on the hopes of everyone else. That’s all they saw in it.

He released his growing grip on his own wrist, and let out a dense sigh.

He had promised himself to be more optimistic. To give this new chance at things a genuine go. An opportunity to be surrounded by others closer to one’s self. Only that didn’t really seem to be the case. It’s not like he was planning to obtain a slew of friends or anything, but he thought he could afford to soften up a little. Be less of a ‘doomer’.

Ah… This whole thing was a mistake wasn’t it. Perhaps if they spoke to the headmistress before the boat left, they could get out of this whole thing. In another six months or so they could say goodbye to this constant moving, and start taking care of themselves. Get a job and forget about the rest. Of course education had it—

A head on collision.

Their absentminded shuffling paired with stolen attentiveness had resulted in a fierce impact against the ship’s… or no, that wasn’t right. This wasn’t railing at all. What stood just in front of a newly floored Gip was a person. One of considerable size. ”Monstrous,” was the only word that came to mind. Unfortunately it was words formed into the air as well—a soft mutter.

“...Gip.” An ill-timed slip. "“That's me.”

“Sorry.”

 

[The Elder]

August F. Silver

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

Dock-Ferry

PARTICIPANTS:

Everly

WELCOME HOME

Did I make the right choice??

That questioned had remained his August mind since the moment he stepped foot into this vehicle. He remained silent the entire ride, laying down within the backseat fidgeting with the white fang attached to his choker. His driver had tried to break the silence plenty of times, asking August questions she thought would spark a conversation; however, his words were always short and to the point. He never went on about the details of his answers or even asked her any of his own. After each answer he went silent yet again, making the ride a bit awkward for his driver. He wasn't naturally like this; however, his mind was on 10. There were questions popping up in his head one after another.

Is this place safe? Can I leave if I want to? Can I get a replacement phone?

These are the important questions he needs answers to. But he didn't want to ask his driver, he wanted to ask someone with a bit more importance. Still laying down, he pulls his attention away from the fang on his choker and looks over at his driver. She was a slightly older woman, with a smooth chocolate complexion, and healthy black curly hair. Her eyes were a soft hazel color and she beauty mark on the right side of her face.

She was stunning.

Soon enough the lighting within the car started to get brighter as the driver announced their arrival. "We're here." She said speaking in a soft tone, glancing back at the wolf boy. August sat up from his position and scanned his surrounds, eyes widening from astonishment from the sight of it all. Looking back at his driver August, he asked, "What is your name?" Taken back by the sudden interest August had showed, the driver took a moment to answer. "Serenity." She says proudly with a soft smile. "Thank you for the ride Serenity. It was a pleasure to meet you. Enjoy the rest of your night." He said as his last words as someone arrived opening his door.

As he stepped out, his ears were filled with the sound of countless heartbeats filling up the driveway. Just how many students were arriving today? From the sound of the heartbeats, August could rule out that most of them were anxious, and others were calm. He looked around at all the students gathered around him, and he was a bit taken back by how different everyone was. There were even some with potentials much like his own. After the speech, that didn't answer any of his questions, they were off to the docks. Boarding the ferry, August went straight towards the back. There he noticed a girl with horns on her head glued to the walls of the ferry. She's definitely nervous. He thought to himself has he found a seat nearby.

Glancing over at the girl yet again, He started to fill a bit bad for her. He decided on moving finding a much closer seat. His plan was to try and engage in some conversation to help ease her mind."Not very fond of boats huh? I think it'll be much safer if you actually sat down, rather than standing." He said sitting down. "I'm August by the way. What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" He looked at the girl up and down noticing bits and pieces about her identity. The case in her hand was obviously in instrument, making her a musician. "How long have you been playing the violin?" He added pointing towards her case. "That is a violin correct?"

Kyuubey

 

[mi casa]

AELIA SAEKI

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Docks - Ferry

PARTICIPANTS:

bruh

WELCOME HOME(?)

”This will be better for all of us Aelia, you’ll see.”

Those had been the words her mother last spoke to her before Aelia had been escorted into the black suv she was now occupying on her way to a school she had never heard of before. Thinking back on the words she realized that her mother was right. It was sad to think about but Aelia knew that she would rather be at a new school with a bunch of people she knew nothing about than stay another day in that insufferable household, trapped by a mother trying to fix their broken relationship, a stepdad trying to replace her father, and two spoiled little gremlins she truthfully felt nothing for. A part of her knew that it was wrong to take her anger out on the later three for what her mother had did but Aelia couldn’t find it in her to care. None of this would have happened if her mother hadn’t tried to jump back into her life after her dad died and had allowed her to live with her grandparents like she originally wanted.

She could admit though that losing her cool and going apeshit on her step father and leaving the man with a few burn marks and bruises hadn’t been the smartest decision she ever made but hey it had been effective in getting her away from them so she supposed that was all that mattered.

Now she sat in the back of the car, staring out the window with music playing from her headphones. Every once in a while she found herself fiddling with her father’s watch, now belonging to her as stated from his will. She had been told that she was only allowed to bring things of sentimental value along with her and she had did just that. Her book bag held a framed picture of her and her dad on a trip when she was ten, as well as a scrapbook her grandparents had sent to her filled with memories throughout her life. Truthfully she didn’t have much but what she did have meant the world to her. Glancing down at her iPod she wondered if it would be considered sentimental. She had had it for a couple of years so it was technically sentimental to her. Plus she knew that phones weren’t allowed and if she had no way to listen to music she would actually want to jump off of a cliff.

The redhead was pulled out of her thoughts by a large hand waving in her face. Blinking away her surprise, she quickly pulled her earbuds out. “Sorry, what happened?”

“We’re here.” Her driver spoke, nodding his head for her to look out the window.

She couldn’t help the way her cheeks slightly reddened in embarrassment, to far into her thoughts to have noticed that the car stopped. She quickly wrapped her headphones up, not wanting the wires to get tangled, and put them into the pocket of her blazer. Grabbing her book bag with one hand she pushed the car door open with the other, not wanting to over stay her welcome in the car and possibly miss something important. “Well thanks for the ride, sir.” She said, stepping out of the vehicle.

“No problem.“

With that she shut the door and turned away. The area was bustling with other teens like her, and admittedly she found herself slightly overwhelmed. Normally Aelia wasn’t so nervous when it came to meeting new people, but for whatever reason this all felt different. At least when she was with her mother’s family she still lived in the same area so she knew most of the kids she went to school with but these with troubled teens from all over the world, going to a school none of them had probably been to before. She was sure she‘d get over her nervousness within a few hours but she would just take it slow for now.

She found herself tuning out most of the speech being given out, finding it a little ominous feeling. When it was time to get on to the ferry she took a seat close to the middle. She wasn’t the biggest fan of deep water, hence the seat near the middle that allowed her to be as far from the sides as possible. She didn’t get sea sick or anything but the idea of being in water where she couldn’t see the ground beneath her did nothing but give her the biggest anxiety so she would kindly opt out.

 

[Roda the Red]

IVAYLO VODENICHAROV

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

Everybooooodyy~

Welcome Home

Ivaylo paid close attention to the girls' responses, unparalelled, even. An unchanging, cheerful smile rested on his face as they spoke.

Laaaaaame, buncha buzzkills, the both of you!

Was that really all they could muster to say? were they raised inside shoe boxes? Or perhaps is social communication a skill that's been lost to the majority of the newer generations? The beast boy could only hope that the other people around could at least be willing to flex their lexicon a bit more. The one with hair the color of a woman in her fifties even had this dumb expression on her face, was she trying to be funny? If that was the case, then it was a total failure.


"Yeah! I'm sooo looking forward to joining the school! I think it'll be a ton of fun to meet everyone, you guys seem really nice and fun to talk to! (YEAH, AS IF)."

He turned ever so slightly towards the weird bat.

"Well, supposedly I went on one when I was little, but I don't remember it! So I guess you could say it's my first time! We should actually hop aboard already, unless we get left behind"

With that said, Ivay made another quick sidestep, positioning himself behind both girls, using each of his hands to gently push their backs, letting out a playful "come on, come on!" as they proceeded forward.

At last, the trio stepped on the surface of the ferry, the boy choosing to lean his waist against the railing on the right side of the vehicle, his long, fluffy coiling around his waist, an involuntary reaction developed by years of getting dirty on stuck on undesirable surfaces.

"So! You guys seniors as we-"

His question was cut short, his subconcious fear becoming a reality at least. For the last few minutes, he had heard an extremely annoying girl going around, making absurd remarks on people with an overall behavior that felt more fitting of a 5th grader. Her remark, however, was an unexpected surprise. Yes, the things she said made Ivaylo wonder if this girl was capable of reaching the double digits at an IQ test, and yes, was was being annoyingly rude.

But refering to him as a cutie was certainly a good way to get on Ivay's good side. The validation of his efforts helped push away the intrusive thoughts of being an undersired waste of space.

"Oh, well thank y-" But just like that, she was gone.

Yup, just an idiot after all.

The momentum did not stop, however, as the students on the ferry continued to perform colorful antics, one after another.

A particularly cute girl tripped, dropping her violin in the process.

Another girl started to be on the brink of having a panic attack (which, somehow, was unusually disressing to see)

Another girl...Jumped into the fucking water and quickly got back up

And some glasses weirdo starting to play (admitedly enjoyable) music in his cringeworthy guitar.

Ivay was now under suspicion that he had accidentally enrolled into a clown school instead. He slid his hand into his pocket, gently caressing the pocket mirror that rested within it.

I feel like i'll end up clawing someone's head off by the end of the semester

He turned his attention to the girls once more, out of his mouth came words that were probably futile to say, but social norms are a bitch, yet need to be respected.

"So! Tell me a bit about you, guys! I think we'll be here for a while so we might as well get to know each other"

He was going to have to carry this entire conversation, wasn't he?

Spoiler: Outfit combination

-Short sleeved shirt

-Shorts

-No cardigan

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[Coyote Hart]

SANTIAGO DE LEÓN

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SCENE:

Welcome Home

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

Jason, Kiyumi, León

WELCOME HOME

"I didn't know I was meeting a goody two shoes." León said with a teasing, mischievous smile to Jason when predictably, León's offer got rejected. But Kiyumi presented an interesting idea. "We could maybe even go there during the day. Nobody said anything about that being off-limits."

León squirmed back when Jason draped his arm over León's shoulders. But no matter where he tried to disappear to, it felt like the boy's arms kept him grounded and centered. Eventually, León resigned himself to the taller boy's grip, accepting the physical contact and doing his best to not show his displeasure. Physical contact like hugs felt... weird to León. He had no experience with them, and he had an internalized notion that they were somehow 'unmanly.'

"Guess the ponytail gang are Boat Buddies," León said positively. Who knew that making friends would be this easy? He dramatically introduced himself: "The name's Santiago de León. But my friends all call me León, so y'all can do so as well."

For a moment, León was distracted in an entertained way when a bolt of green hair ran through the crowd, talking to people with feisty energy. But what really caught his attention was the response of the blond haired boy that he had been standing next to while listening to the speech. A prince of Áureo? Did Leon hear that right? If that was the case... then... no. He could worry about that at a later time. There were plenty of opportunities to interact with Prince de Calvalcante during the week they had off.

"Hey, if we capsize, I've got enough swimming power for all three of us!" León said, flexing a bicep as he bragged, "I would've become a lifeguard, but the training didn't seem worth it."

Despite León's bragging though, his swimming prowess was probably at the same level as Kiyumi's. Maybe a bit worse.

As they stepped onto the boat, León hesitated in his step a little, getting used to how the boat rocked back and forth. It had been his first time going on a boat that was big enough to remain standing on. It felt a bit weird. Almost like one of those movies where a waiter would offer a glass of champagne when you stepped onto the boat. But there unfortunately wasn't any champagne... unless? Could there be some hidden somewhere in the boat? León whistled and commented on all this, "It's all so nice. Makes me wonder what the school wants out of that they're willing to flush so much money into this academy."

"So what now?" León asked his two compatriots. His adventurous mind immediately wanted to go explore the boat and see if there was a hot tub to dive into or a pantry to raid, but since his friends wanted to feel things out first, León was out of ideas.

Lucem Beann

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

KASHA FRILL

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

New Students, 11th and 12th years

WELCOME HOME

Kasha's heart sank more than she would've liked to admit. She'd not been expecting to leave behind all of her troubles, really, but she'd hoped that this day of new beginnings would at least be spared from any reminders of them. But, then, there it was, that word. Six letters, two syllables, and one word that stung her more keenly than any stick or stone ever could've.

Zombie.

Kasha kept her mouth shut, closing herself off until the green-haired girl twittered off to bother another group of students. It might've been a harsh judgement, considering they hadn't even had a conversation yet, but she'd already decided that she did not like her. Her mind stirred for a bit, stewing in a slurry of grim musings. One from which she was only shaken from by Ivay's bright, beaming persistence.

Her eyes brightened a bit, at least as those bleak pits in her skull could, and she pulled herself up from her usual slouch. Talking about herself had never been a strong suit of hers, but that was why she'd come prepared. If there was anything that she had a surplus of, after all, it was time, so she'd spent a surplus of it figuring out how to make the best first impression she could. It was a shame that she'd only remembered that because of the white-haired boy's coaxing, but she urged herself forward in spite of it.

She was glad for the chance to distract herself for the moment, too. A small bit of determination budded in her chest.

"M-My full name is Kasha Hogard Frill." She stammered a bit, and fixed her attention on Ivay and Kina, blocking out whatever distractions the rest of the student body had to offer, as well as whatever glum imagining her mind might aim to conjure. "My Father's name is Vincent, and my Mother's is Ava... And they run a clothing store together. I'm from Northern Amestria, but I think my Grandpa was from overseas, and his name is Ivan. He- I mean my Grandma- gave birth to my mom in April, and she gave birth to me in February."

She paused for a moment. If she'd had saliva in her mouth, she would've swallowed it.

"I went to Churchmill Primary School, Greendale Middle School, and East Finonk Highschool before coming to this one, but..." Her voice wavered for a minute, her eyes growing a shade darker as she recalled that particular period of her life. "...But I didn't really do much. After I discovered my Potential, I mostly focused on studying, so I didn't really have time for much else."

That wasn't a total lie, just a considerable omission of the truth. That was what she told herself, at least.

"F-for hobbies, I like reading... And watching movies... And sometimes I play games, but I'm not very good at them. And for reading, I mostly use my Tindle, which I wasn't allowed to bring, so I'm not really sure how I'm going to do much of that anymore. And uh... I like horror movies too..."

Her voice trailed off, and her momentum crumbled away. It had occurred to her that she'd be leaving a lot behind to attend Rosengarten, but it was only now that she was on the cusp of arrival that the weight of it all was starting to bear down on her. The bud in her chest turned to a weight, and then started to sink into her stomach.

No, no. She shook her head. Things would be fine. They had to be.

"...What about you guys? ...Hobbies? Do you have any?" She eyed the two of them keenly, trying in earnest to invest some level of liveliness into her cold, dead eyes.

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[gxxberkit]

Angela Gonzalo

SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Ferry

PARTICIPANTS:

Qui (+ Shion)

WELCOME HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pearlescent blue eye of the woman looked proudly over the students through gold frames. So much potential radiated through them all, she could feel it. Even the one that yelled at the Head Mistress —Jubei? She had to remind herself via the roll chart— had a heart of gold in there. Clearly a bit of a delinquent, though, as she recalled not visiting him before he left his car. Thankfully, the representative he came with told her what happened, and she had scribbled something next to his name on the chart.

The young, bright minds were all filing onto the boat, followed by some staff members. She saw the majority of the students already beginning to make friends and chit-chat, much to the Counselor’s pleasure. What a delightful group of children. Why, even one of them is going for a swim. So lively!

…

Wait, they’re not supposed to be in the water—

The Counselor did a little speed-walk to the edge of the pier, reaching the swimmer just as she got out of the water. Recognizing the girl as Shion, Ms. Gonzalo aired her worriments to her, hoping for some sort of confirmation that she was alright, or to hear her reasoning for jumping into the water. Her concerns, however, fell unto deaf ears as Shion caught sight of a certain teal-haired girl and ran off.

The Counselor paused, baffled by Shion’s complete disregard. But, with a deep breath, the jolly smile returned to the woman’s face. She’d get her attention sooner or later, and the girl seemed quite energetic despite jumping into the water, so she was probably fine physically. Though, Gonzalo made sure to keep a mental note of her.

The last two students made their ways onto the boat and Gonzalo followed with a hum. Being the last one on, she gave a dorky thumbs up to the skipper, and the boat started off for the other side of the river.

After a short exchange of words with another staff member, Gonzalo’s attention was grabbed by one of the students. A peculiar, goat-horned one, stuck right on the side of the boat. The poor thing looked like it was about to have a panic attack!

The Counselor attempted to make her way through the crowd of students, though the song of strings reached her ears and took her off of her objective. She moved over to the student playing the guitar, humming to the tune of the song.

Gently placing her hand on the instrument to get his attention, she smiled. “What a lovely song! You’re very talented. I believe I remember hearing this one before! What was it…?” her voice drifted. In a moment of concentration, she looked up to the sky, as if asking the clouds what the song was. They didn’t have an answer, though, and she looked back down to the guitarist, Qui. “Anyway! It’d be appreciated, dear, if you saved your playing for… not here! If you have such an affinity for music, I’d be happy to discuss your schedule with you when we arrive, we have a lot of options just for creatives such as yourself! In fact, our music teacher is hoping to garner enough students in the next few years for our theatre program! Think about it?”

As she stopped speaking, she wandered away from the student. She stood somewhere in the middle of the crowd with an air of confusion around her. What was she doing before talking to Qui? She would’ve sworn it was important, but it slipped her mind entirely.

She kept still, staring deeply into the ferry’s floorboards. It's right on the tip of my tongue...

interacting: The Regal Rper + ATurei
mentions: Kyuubey + Fill

 

[Anne Boolean]

Carina Santos

CS Link

SCENE:

Welcome Home

LOCATION:

The Docks

PARTICIPANTS:

Bruh

Welcome Home

Oh no. Big words and a posh way of speaking. Perhaps this was a mistake. Maybe she should have taken a chance with "Ugly" instead. As if it wasn't all but confirmed by the boy's dialect, he explained that he was indeed royalty. She almost expected him to berate her for not knowing something that was so obvious, but instead, he likened her to a princess. Carina's eyes went wide. If she had a drink, this would surely be a spit-take moment.

"O-oh! Well, jeez, I, uh..." she sputtered before finally getting a grip long enough to say, "... thank you," With a sheepish smile. The girl blinked when the guy bowed and gave his whole name as well as his home as his intro. "Uh... Carina Santos... of... Amesteria," she said, before giving a curtsy of her own. Hopefully he wouldn't ask about the specific town, but she started thinking of generic town names, just in case.

"As for her regretting it, well, they say the best way to respond to taunts is to ignore them. People are usually seeking a reaction from you." That being said, it had never worked for her in the past. Then again, maybe they broke her before they got bored, or maybe she didn't give off an impression of uncaring well enough. Tiago seemed like he could manage it, though, she thought. "But... that's under the assumption that she actually is seeking a reaction, and isn't just... well, deluded." She gave a small chuckle. "If that's the case, she may just try harder."

Spoiler: Interactions

Nobody Special

 

[Fill]

(Placeholder)

 

[azenva]

Kina Roswyn Abrams

CS Link

SCENE:

weklom hom

LOCATION:

boat

PARTICIPANTS:

Kina, Ivaylo, Kasha

Welcome Home

The slightly taller of the other two had taken it upon himself to herd the two quiet girls onboard the ferry, having answered Kina's lame attempt at conversation. More response than the shortest one here.

Longer response than the...well, that was new.

"...Heh." A swift exhale that seemed to be trying to be a laugh. Trying. This ferry was for the juniors and seniors, right? What was a middle schooler doing here? Perhaps they had forgotten a plushie–their right hand in world domination. As quickly as the child had bounced over to the three, she had left.

It seemed that Ivay and the small child sprinting around (Kina felt like that child would vomit first, in spite of the latter's boast of experience) had provided the spark needed for Kasha to come to life. Kina had failed to bring her own notebooks, assuming the school would provide them, but it seemed she would be needing to take notes already. One paragraph. A beat. Then the next. Then the next next. Kina learned more about Kasha than she knew about her own father. And then the focus went to her. Ice breakers were the worst. The conversation was on her shoulders. Not good.

She took a breath, a long one. She blew it out. Clasping her smaller set of arms in front of her and leaving her other arms to dangle at her sides, Kina began. To rehearse. In her head. Silently. And continued to simply stare down at the other two she was stuck with. Perhaps she should also take a swim. Or start panicking, or do anything else. Couldn't be weirder than what everyone else was doing. Couldn't be worse than what she was doing.

"Hello. I am–" No.

"My name is–" No.

"I'm Kina–"

"Hi-"

The conversation was on her shoulders. Just get something out there.

"Name's Kina. Kina Abrams. From Britonnia, hence the accent. Moved to western Amestria and now you guys are stuck with me. Hi."

She closed her eyes and moved her head as if to look at the sky. There was plenty of room on the ferry, elsewhere.

 

[simj26]

LESLIE BELLADONNA

CS Link?

SCENE:

WELCOME HOME(?)

LOCATION:

Boat

PARTICIPANTS:

Gip, Leslie

WELCOME HOME(?)

She would have liked to see the scenery a little clearer. It must be amazingly beautiful. Even in the clouded fog that was her vision, she could see the many colours, so vibrant and pure. The details, however, were lost in that same fog. Hm. She stretched forth her ‘wings’, not that they helped her to see what she wanted, but it was nice to feel the wind running through the webbed branches of her draconic arms. The deck had foretold that there would be none with her, so she worried not about accidentally smacking someone in the face. The bright peace of solitude was only mired by the noise of the other young men and women that had tagged along. Though she supposed she stood out, being a head and half taller than most of them, that would also be a reason for most of them to leave her alone.

It was lonely, to be sure, but it was peaceful. A bittersweet taste, yes, but she had been prepared for it. The cards had divined this. Her wings collapsed back to her torso, her draconic claws perched upon her shoulders.

“Hm?” She patted the cards in her pocket. They were trying to tell her something. To draw yet another, to seek guidance yet again. She reached down, and then…

To say that she was bumped into would be an overstatement. She felt something bounce off her, more like. Like a grain of sand striking someone. She looked down, as best as she can. A frail, waif-like figure was sprawled on the ground, muttering their apologies. She couldn’t tell their gender at all, with a voice as soft as theirs, in every sense of the word.

Silently, she crouched down, her draconic arms unfurling from her back, gripping the figure by their shoulders, and lifted them up to their feet effortlessly. They made a show of dusting their large clawed hands, and retreated back onto her shoulders, as she dusted the new arrival down as best she could.

“Why are you sorry?” she offered a toothy grin, her fangs bared. “Things happen for a reason, even if we don’t know what the reason is.”

She stretched out a hand. “Gip…that is your name, no? Leslie. Leslie Belladonna.”

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