Realistic or Modern New Oasis: Academy

[azenva]

Kina Roswyn Abrams

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SCENE:

The Opening First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

12th and 11th years

The First Night

Kina had stood there, a sentinel much like the castle’s towers, for far, far longer than a normal person would before electing to just pick up and carry the likely still stunned Lucia overhead, like an open world video game character carrying a pot.

She nudged the door open with her foot. Squeezing through the doorway, still carrying her victim instead of dragging her over her shoulder or some other, less…stupid way, Kina simply dropped Lucia onto a bed. The taciturn wyvern didn’t bother to explain what happened to anyone who might have been there, turning and exiting as soon as she had done her work. After the tall lizard had finished her fetch quest and dumped off the blonde at the infirmary, she once again went to studying her given information, while walking, leaving Lucia to her fate instead of watching over her. Surely no accidents would occur.

No accidents occured. Kina had recieved a blessing from a deity of pathfinders, truly. Her winding journey as she buried herself in the map led her to an early stop at the Commons. Another gift, a respite from roving. An oasis, if you would. The dragon picked a beanbag near the entrance as her place of rest, and sat down as best as her Potential would allow with a massive tail in the way.

The handy dandy instructions were absorbed after much perusing. Kina pored over the details, confident that with such thorough examination, she would become a divine cleric, a prophet of that great god of going to places, and she would never forget where to go. (She will forget where to go.) The map seared itself into her mind as she studied in the toasty common room. Very warm. Very comfy. Kina could practically just…


The dragon arose from its slumber. Blinking to life like a lightbulb, Kina sat in her plush, comfortable, inviting beanbag and gazed upon the room. The fading radiance of the sun had shifted hue, from a brilliant blue to a warm but tired orange. How ironic, Kina was so focused in her study of Rosengarten’s layout that she missed the tour of the place. She looked down at her guide and noted a splotch. She had fallen asleep bending forwards, so this was…Kina sighed looking at the tarnished texts and wiped her face of drool. Her hat had also fallen, so she picked it up and set it at an upward angle again.

It was time for more reading. The girl bid farewell to her most idolized companion, the beanbag, for maybe a minute or two as she got up to grab another book. It was difficult to hold back tears, but she fought the tide. Wait, no, Kina’s eyes watering was from the dust. Standing firm against the assault of time, the mighty lizard once again prepared to brace herself for another imposing, terrifying challenge—other people.

Running back to her prized post, Kina jumped into its cushy embrace and cracked open the book she had taken. Melting into her beloved beanbag, she adjusted her hat again, tipping it like a cowboy readying for a shootout, and dove into the text.

Then hit her head against the bottom of the pool.

So Kina waited, looking down at her book every few minutes as her brain recharged after using so much energy, but otherwise continuing to look around.

Last light left, lunar luminosity lended. That and the fire. The change in environment didn’t help, but it did lead to a cool sentence. But curfew was here, and it brought what Kina had been dreading a few paragraphs ago. Students.

Kina had given up on deciphering the tome she had burdened herself with, and was now staring down everyone who entered the commons, like a gargoyle. Rosengarten felt like the kind of place to have those things. The dragon’s blue eyes, once shut early but now wide open, pierced those who entered her lair. Perched atop her precious, she watched and waited.

 

[Nobody Special]

TIAGO DE CAVALCANTE

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SCENE:

The First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

The twins, Shion, Kina, 11th & 12th years

THE FIRST NIGHT

Ridículo.

He sat in the commons with the others, although he wasn’t exactly with them. In fact, he was a fairly great distance away from them, quietly seated in a chair he had grabbed and moved with one leg crossed over the other and the school’s map neatly sitting in his lap.

While he would never admit it, Tiago somehow felt a bit… enlightened following his little ‘mental health check’ with the institute’s counselor– as absurd as the whole thing was. Of course, he’d made sure not to blatantly give away information that held any true importance, but… it still felt kind of nice to talk to someone other than the attendants in his estate back in Áureo.

However, that warm, human feeling didn’t last long at all– and before the day had even ended, the prince was back in his sour mood.

The stories that came from his classmates only served to annoy him more– to the point where he questioned why he was in the large common-area in the first place when his dorm room was a much more viable option. Oh, wait. A flashback of the vile, redheaded, potentially rabid excuse for a ‘roommate’ he was so unfairly given popped up in his head. He’d been avoiding the thought of sharing a sleeping quarters with that creature ever since he’d caught his first glimpse of him. Right. That’s why.

If only Caua could have been his roommate. He’d have to file an appeal in regards to this whole situation in the very near future.

“Enough of your jejune tales, all of you.” He demanded from his spectator’s stand in the far-off section of the room with an uninterested yet neutral look on his face. His ruby eyes remained fixed onto the map he was holding, as if the students he was speaking to weren’t even worthy of his eye contact.

“You’ve clearly failed to realize this, but some of us are trying to read.” He gestured towards the snow-headed reptilian girl, who was quiet enough for him to feel comfortable sitting relatively close to. Although, if he were polite enough to take his eyes off of his paper– even for a second, he’d have noticed that she had parted ways with her book moments earlier.

“Say, crianças-” He started once again, now opting to lean forward with a faux smile and look directly at the so-called ‘Prefects’ and the tall, strangely-tattooed girl who had been stoking the flames of this wretched story time for the sake of emphasizing his sarcastic jab. “Why don’t we play the ‘Quiet Game’? Surely you’ve all heard of it. Or, perhaps ‘charades’? Anything that involves some much-needed silence.”


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[gxxberkit]

Cree H. B. Stave

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SCENE:

The First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

Everyone

THE FIRST NIGHT

Golden eyes shimmered as the scaled girl listened to the stories the tattooed one told. This girl beyond her was a natural storyteller. The words danced off of her tongue and echoed through the commons, growing Cree’s smile. The arrangement of them—the words—articulated the tone well and sprouted inspiration within Cree. It would’ve brought her to tears if she wasn’t focused on the way it was told. The way this girl accentuated her words with movements and a hushed volume fascinated her. She was an active speaker, one who did not fail to draw ears.

It.. was… amazing!

Cree was the first one to start clapping at the end of the story, excitedly bobbing her head side to side. “You’re so good at that! I’m awe-struck!

“You’ve inspired me! I wanna go next!”

Cree scooted closer to the fire, rubbing her hands in preparation of a story.

Inhale

“A—”

Immediately, a blonde guy spoke— extinguishing Cree’s story before it even had a chance to light. She turned her head to face him, her lively expression quickly turning neutral.

Her eyes studied him and the girl near him— what, that girl isn’t even reading? Cree pursed her lips. At least the guy being so condescending was reading. Or was he?

She craned her neck forwards, trying to see what he was holding. Was it a map? Was it a poster? Was it— Cree’s eyes trailed upwards, towards a clock above the boy’s head. She squinted, and then gasped.

Oh, how the time passed!

With the trip to the school, the ferry, the exploring with Jay—who she eventually learned the name of—the reading of as much of the textbooks as possible, the food breaks, the being called to the commons, the listening to stories being told, the EVERYTHING, she completely forgot!

Cree quickly stood up off the ground—why was she on the ground?—and nodded her head in agreement with the blondie. “We could do with being a little quieter!” she said, not acknowledging her complete 180 in regards to the storytelling. “You guys should totally play ‘Heads up 7 up!’ Or maybe less than seven. You pick seven people, and then those seven people pick people while they have their eyes closed, and then the people that are picked stand up and try to guess who tagged them. Right? And it’s, like, mostly quiet!”

Snapping, she pointed off to a random corner. “I’m gonna be over there, though! Bye!”

Turning on her heel, she went off to said corner, and then proceeded to stand there, feet shoulder-length apart, and head turned to the floor.

 

[BluEndings]

'GIP' CLEMMONS

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SCENE:

The First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

Izumi, 11th & 12th Years

THE FIRST NIGHT

Angrily? Abrasively? Abashedly?

It was certainly proving difficult to label Gip’s present exterior.

In the plentiful hours that had passed, there were few events that one could consider ‘meaningful.’ Which, under normal circumstances, may have been a blessing. Here though, it was just a reminder of the stark contrast to things that had been memorable. Unexpected things that furrowed one’s brow, yet enticed the faintest of curls to drooping glowers.

Of course, all that was just an overly convoluted way to say that they had avoided interaction.

It wouldn’t take long for cliques to form. So as long as Gip remained at a distance and established themselves as a recluse, through and through, there should be no problem in riding along harmoniously in isolation. Indeed, it had only taken a handful of hours for them to fall back into their old ways, out of sight from both external and internal.

Now was the time for a thin solace—one that came in the shape of an apple.

This place was rather stuffy, but they had still managed to finagle permission to bring something light into the common area. Their particular ‘situation’ was enough to deem it viable, and that meant just the slightest bit of extra comfort in an alien environment.

Yet peace was always short-lived.

“A fish?” Gip repeated, doing little to hide his discerning gaze. “I’m afraid I’m boringly human.”

That seemed like the safest response.

“You’re the… ‘law’ right?” They quipped. “I’ll have to warn you: I’m rather rowdy.”

It was meant to be ironic considering their drab tone, but maybe it was too soon for a joke.

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Elenion Aura

 

[Elenion Aura]

The Twins

SCENE:

The First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

11th and 12th years

In blackest deep, we glide

Izumi stared down at Gip after they'd made their proclamation, his hands buried in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

Izumi's pupils constricted as they focused solely on eleventh year before him, as if the rest of the room ceased to exist. Izumi loomed large beside them, as his face remained an unreadable canvas, betraying nothing. The moment stretched on uncomfortably, a palpable tension building in the air around them.

Then, without warning, the silence shattered. Izumi laughed boisterously, his head thrown back, the sound reverberating through the room. "HAHAHAHA!" he bellowed, displaying an unnerving row of sharp shark's teeth. "Ha-ha... That's a good one. Phew!!" A single tear of mirth escaped the corner of his olive-brown left eye as he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

"Yer funny, Gup... I like ya!" Izumi said, his teeth flashing a smile as he draped one long arm across Gip's thin shoulders, bending at the waist to accomodate their difference in height. His eyes focused on the apple in the younger student's grip, leaning over so that their faces were parallel.

"Huh, where'd ya get that..." Izumi asked without really caring, but for the sudden rumbling in his stomach.

In murky depths, we thrive

Mizuto stood smirking at the scene unfolding before him, his thumb pressed thoughtfully to his lip as he loomed large over the space, peering down upon most of students in attendance. Besides his obvious amusement, his expression was otherwise unreadable.

Mizuto's pupils dilated as he watched Tiago from his place beside the fireplace. The young royal seemed intent on poring over the map of the grounds.

His smile widened, lips peeling back to display an unnerving row of sharp shark's teeth as Tiago raised his voice. Before the words had even finished passing through the golden-haired heir's lips, Mizuto opened his own mouth and called back before performing a slight bow at the waist in a show of semi-plausible deference.

"If you have questions about the schoolgrounds or are confused by the materials provided, I would be more than happy to assist you, your majesty."

After he spoke, Mizuto shut his mouth and pursed his lips, his hand guarding the expression of mocking delight that was slowly blossoming across his features.

 

[miki]

EMA SUENAGA

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SCENE:

THE FIRST NIGHT

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

11th and 12th Graders; Kina

THE FIRST NIGHT

Ema twisted her lip as she scanned the commons. While she had talked to some people before, if she wanted to expand her social circle, she would have to step outside of her comfort zone. But it seemed her excellent luck had struck again—most people were already talking to each other. Was it really such a crime that Ema wanted to take a nap!? After being driven all the way to Rosengarten, taking the ferry, and touring the castle grounds with that group, she felt exhausted.

The group she had ambled with was a kind group—but Ema couldn’t shake the feeling that she was outside of it, somehow. Like there was an inside joke she already didn’t get. She shuddered at the thought. Ema had blended into the background so easily, she wouldn’t blame them if they forgot about her. But she wouldn’t let that happen again—now, and for forever. It was time to make some new friends!

The prefects she had seen earlier were preoccupied with other students—of course, they were prefects. But the problem was Ema didn’t know anyone else she could talk to. Everyone was already a part of such scintillating conversation, or buried in one-person activities.

Well. Everyone except Miss Dragon Girl.

That’s what Ema dubbed her in her head—coz’ she looked like a silver dragon and moved like a dragon, so it only made sense. She was perched on top of a beanbag, eyeing everyone who passed.

She didn’t look particularly inviting, but Ema gave her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she was shy. And if she caused a scene, maybe people would console Ema after she tried to befriend the friendless. Oh yeah, win-win.

Ema sauntered over to the beanbag before holding up her hand in a tiny, yet accentuated wave. “Hiya! I’m Ema. Um… What’cha doin’ over here?”

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[angel doe]

jayden clarice aiden-fynn

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SCENE:

the first night

LOCATION:

the commons, rosengarten castle

PARTICIPANTS:

yes

the first night

After exploring just about everywhere with her new bestie, Cree, Jayden had excused herself to her dorm so she could check on her orchid. Of course, the flower was fine. Jay knew the flower was fine; she was the one caring for it, after all, but despite knowing that it did little to assuage the anxiety she felt. She had to see it to believe it.

That took longer than Jay had planned, so she showed up a bit later to the commons than everyone else. Looking around, she took in everything going on around her, trying to figure out where to go. She spotted Cree, but her friend looked busy, so she scanned the area for a new target until her gaze landed on a boy with blonde hair and striking crimson eyes sitting in a far corner.

Perfect. He looked quite unapproachable, how could she possibly resist?

Humming softly, she sauntered over, looking him up and down curiously the closer she got. Once Jay was standing a foot or so away from him she stopped, peering down with a smile, "Hey there, pretty boy. The name's Jay," her smile widened, hands clasped behind her as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, "What's your name?"

Nobody Special

 

[Haze-]

Kashino Hatsumi

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SCENE:

The First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

11th & 12th Years

THE FIRST NIGHT

This place was bizarre, really.

The bees outnumbered the vermin by the first sight of dawn’s golden light, then the crickets would rise, crawl and wander out their hollows at the moon’s pale glow— the roaches didn’t stand a chance.

She’d done a quick count as she went, the place was clean of them for the most part; didn’t mean they weren’t there in the walls, even skittering in the grass. She’d watch them pop out for a split second, hear the pitter-patter of their limbs, and the instinct would quick in. Her tongue would roll up inside her mouth and she’d don these thoughtless, vacant eyes.

Yet she wouldn’t shoot, she wouldn’t hunt, she wasn’t an animal anymore. At least that’s what she’d been told, that she needed to be more ‘human’ now. That she had to ‘behave.’

“What does that even mean…” — She’d scratch and dig at her arm, restless. As though she’d find the answers somewhere in there, buried beneath.

Unpacking her belongings took about as long as that cockroach add-up had. The tour had taken even less.

The place had a barren air so far, absolutely nothing of importance. The slump-block, antique walls carried a heavy scent of history with them, like they’d been seasoned with them, but no more than that. She was used to the laminated, worn feel of the wooden walls in the church. Those carried more history than this. She’d often times find something scratched haphazardly across the surface, with the edge of dull knives, even riverbed rock. Names, figures, carvings for the sake of carving— all of them immortalized, through every carnation and iteration of the place.

This had none.

It didn’t mean it was lifeless, not at all.

The commons reminded her of a place deep in the rainforest, where the water would seep from the river and gather in one spot, where all the critters and animals would come to drink quietly from it. And she’d watch them with intrigue, perched atop the shade of a tree— she’d always had a deep fascination with them.

She remembered it, she remembered it like muscle memory. The mass of bodies moving harmonious, yet in disarray— all together and separate, gathered for the same reasons— the croaking of the frogs, the hiss of the snakes and the sing-song of the crickets.

This was the same, in a way.

They bantered and they got together for a similar purpose, and she would watch them. Attentively, all the way across the room. She hung on every word they said, like she were expecting some sense of togetherness to solidify around her, some form of belonging.

They’d told her that she needed to learn how to be human. That she needed to get along with these people. And maybe watching them from the sidelines was good enough; it was comfortable at least.

She’d been right above them for a while, now she was right next to them, closer than she’d hoped to be. Blending in with the furniture, her camouflage would wane and flicker a shift in the light, blinking slow intervals with every move.

She’d been trying to find a place devoid of lines of sight, sticking tight to the furniture and pretending to be leftover clothes at their side, only moving when they weren’t looking. She was on the lookout for the gaze of that silver gargoyle, more specifically. Her shape basted as she scampered along, reforming, she was trying a little too desperately not to be noticed.

Then there was a— BZZZZ…!!

Hatsumi’s gaze went empty, not a thought behind those eyes as her blue tongue flew out of her mouth and snapped the fly out of the air. It slumped on the floor and slowly dragged back into her mouth, she stood there with the same dumb look as she savored the crunch between her teeth.

The salamander was low on the ground, on all fours. Her long, gigantic tail dragged behind her.

For a moment of blissful ignorance she sat there with a deadpan glare, then her eyes went wide, her mouth hung and she deflated into a croak, long and guttural. Her brain sparking, realizing — “Ahhhhh…” — She’d blown her cover.

She made herself into a ball and got the camouflage back up, maybe pretending to be a lump of unwashed clothes on the floor.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Qui | The Commons | Rosengarten Castle

Though relaxed and friendly faced Qui had inevitably become bored. The tour had fulfilled its purpose, he had memorized the paths now through guidance, and the details he had managed to pick up through their long, regulated walk of historic updates on the castle grounds and its various locations, had been expected. The map they had been given, was useless to him- maybe he’d give it to Percy, see if they could make origami out of it or something.

Maybe they’d just tear pages out of the handbook and use it for origami instead. He hadn’t pitched the idea to his roomie- nor did he actually consider doing it yet until he found himself in whatever qualified as detention.

Now that he thought about it, what was detention like here, he wondered? He was sure they’d find out eventually. Troublesome teens always got into some kind of trouble.

Yet there was nothing to stimulate him here. Not even the book he'd read years ago did anything for him now. He'd thought the familiarity might remind him of better times- of his siblings, of comments made about the story, but it dredged up nothing.

He almost lamented that.

For a place meant to be a gathering room, many of their number didn't seem to have an interest in joining. Under regulations and rules he was not allowed to utilize his guitar at this time, and since the Twins loomed nearby, he had no interest in testing out the possible theory of what would happen should he push it.

To say, he was bored, wouldn’t be a lie. It was a fact. He wanted something to do, something to catch his interest and give him a reason to hold a conversation. He could learn enough about people by merely observing, watching- listening- that was what his power made him good at. People revealed details, subtly, even when actively trying to be mysterious. That's why he didn't bother- at least not much. The only person managing to catch a fragment of his interest was the chimeric who watched all entering as if they had performed some kind of affront by walking into the room at all.

Classic signs of reclusive behavior. And, she seemed to be enjoying a book also.

For now, he pretended like he didn’t see that and instead tuned in to others' conversations.

One twin craved food, the other seemed to crave just as much stimulant as he.

Shion told her scary tale, bringing it to an end. Cree found it of interest before she moved on.

There was a flicker, a shift in the room- his senses didn't go off. No warning bells, no signals that made his muscles tense, ready for a tussle or fight. There was no danger- not yet, but something- someone else was here.

He didn't like that. He trusted his senses, knew they would alert him always at the smallest hint of malice, bloodlust or hidden intent. But even the supernatural sense to danger could come too late.

His ex had held a similar power. Not Invisibility. It was as she called it 'Redirection'. Turning the mind's attention away from her. An ability she could switch on and off. You didn't look at her, you looked past her. You'd see someone but not notice anything they were holding, wearing, or what they looked like. She could walk through a crowd of people wearing the most eye-catching jewelry or clothes, and not a soul would clearly recall what it was she'd been wearing or looked like. He always hated that power- because it was the one thing that made it hard for his abilities to keep track of. She'd been the perfect threat to use against him and his father.

This was different from that. It wasn't Redirection, it wasn't some telepathic ability to fuck with his sense of recognition. No- he could see it- vaguely. An outline but no face. If he focused he could roughly estimate the height, the figure-- female?

It had to be some type of invisibility. Messing with the eyes- even eyes as good as his.

His attention shifted- a curse and a blessing of his power- profound laughter coming from one Twin, the only thing that couldn't shift his focus if it tried, was an actual threat. Whatever it was- whoever it was, for now, he let the person be. She didn't set anything off- there was no ill-will his power detected for him to feel like he should be on his guard. There was no point activating his power now when he didn't need to.

Yet still, his muscles remained tense. Prepared for anything.

The thought popped into his head, how many of the teens here were something akin to him. Done things they weren't too proud of or things they couldn't explain. Were they all just unique cases brought together or was the big plan here different? He wanted to know.

It'd only been roughly a day and already he felt the novelty of being here fading.

There was that flicker again. Qui found it almost annoying. Mentally shutting words out of his mind- he could still hear them, he focused.

The book he held in one hand, propped between fingers, no longer flipped by its pages. He heard the subtle snap that wouldn’t catch a normal person’s ear. His eyes shifted, and he watched as an elongated tongue slurped the insect it had snapped from the air, back into her mouth.

One thought popped into his mind as his eyes honed in on the braindead glare of the girl uttering an unnatural croak.

Who was she? Because he certainly would have recalled her name, when he saw that face.

Her attempt to minimize herself, failed completely, he’d already spotted her- and camouflage with his eyes, didn’t last long under scrutiny once spotted. He could now see her outline clearly.

Lot to unpack, he thought, watching her curl into a ball from where he remained in his own corner, holding a book up- but in fact not reading it.

The Tale of Earl Laquenzy was a story he’d read as a child long before- and it was not a story for children. A dark tale of a outcasted young prince, struggling to climb back into the good graces of his manipulative family, lead by the greediness of his older sister since the death of their father. It was an odd tale to have picked out of the many stories he could have chosen, and it said something- not that he cared much about anyone making assumptions on his part.

Closing the book, Qui made his way over to the curled lump. He stood there, staring at her, even if she was technically invisible, and then, stayed staring at her for three extra seconds. Just to hone in on the fact that he had in fact found her. A rush flowed into his muscles, and he prepared himself for sudden, nasty reactions. Eustass hadn't liked being touched clearly- and made a point to avoid contact from their brief interaction. He'd picked up on that cleanly.

He didn't know how many of the others were like his case, and wasn't going to take risks.

“So, don’t know how many people saw that but, good eye, sharp reflexes. I rate 7 out of 10. Not quite sure what you got going on but color me intrigued. The attempt to hide after doing it lost some points, but the execution was magnifique.” He patted her on the shoulder and then stood from his crouch and turned his eyes on where Kina sat.

It was inevitable he approached her next. “So, whats with the gawking?” he prodded her with a curious look from behind his glasses. "You so bored you choosing to stare at anyone who walks in or are you just trying to pass the time?"

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[BriiAngelic]

Yuuko Shibuya

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SCENE:

Kanashimi wo Yasashisa Ni

LOCATION:

11th Girls' Common Room

PARTICIPANTS:

Shion ( ATurei )

The First Night

The day was exhausting, even if it had ended with just splitting off the boat she would probably still be just as drained. She was just lucky enough to have finally been able to drop off her things. It may not have been much they were allowed to bring but she still didn’t like having to carry it everywhere. Though, leaving the group would be the same as acting like she didn’t want to know them, social faux pas for the first day.

Everyone knew cliques formed immediately in schools. She needed to get to know everyone as soon as possible to cement some friendships.

But for now? She took this opportunity to get a bath in after all the exploring of the campus. She was ready for the day to unwind, at least for the moment. She knew that there was some big event going on for the first night thanks to the tour but she really felt like there was little reason for her to go. She already felt sleepy which meant she wasn’t going to be the best company which meant she’d stress and send people spiraling.
Still, she decided to not focus on that as she dried her hair as much as she could before hanging her towel over one of the provided chairs. She knew her roommate had come as she saw signs of their personal items but she hadn’t caught them yet. With her towel placed and her clothes in the provided hamper she pulled down the extra sheets, pillows, and blankets from the bunk above her and placed them on her claimed bed.

As for her bag, which held the rest of her things and the sum total of all the undergarments and accessories she was allowed to bring, it got to have its home on the bed as well just barely making it known she had come in here. She didn’t dare start moving things around the dressers and armoire just yet until she could discuss with her roommate how to divide the space.

Instead, she almost felt uneasy at the thought of meeting her roommate and potentially not getting along. She figured she could probably settle her unease by starting off to the event. She felt a little more at ease wearing the more casual clothing provided at least. It would be even better if she could just quickly find one of the group to hide behind, Ema seemed like the best for that but if she did start to spiral then Jason was probably a better option.

No, she couldn’t already begin relying on the other, that was a fast track to trouble. Especially since it seemed he wasn’t actually allowed to do that.

Oh man, she probably had a lot of people to apologize to for earlier. She really should start making a list. If only she was allowed to use the kitchens, baking always helped her to calm down. But then again that’s why she was allowed the art kit right?

She pulled out everything but her art set and paper pouring the continents on the bed. At least she’d be able to draw if nothing else went right.

Okay… it was easy… all she had to do was go right?

They said it was fine to be out past curfew tonight right?

With a worry growing in her heart she started bolting for the event beating out the negative thoughts beginning to bloom.

It was fine, they had permission.

Her own thoughts had muddled her brain as she found her steps racing only stopping as she ran right into another person. She found herself falling to the floor as her bag spilled out the art supplies from her bag. She looked up to see the person was another girl she didn’t recognize at all other than noticing she was with the horrible bully from before.

“Aaaaa. I’m sorry I didn’t mean tooooo.”

 

[Nobody Special]

TIAGO DE CAVALCANTE

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SCENE:

The First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

Mizuto, Jay (mentions Cree)

THE FIRST NIGHT

Tiago’s eyes shifted to glare at one of the twins. He was running his mouth– just as he and his brother had been doing throughout the entire day. He thought to himself as he offhandedly listened to his words. Was this all they were good for? Mindless chatter and senseless attempts at provocation? It disappointed him.

But, he placed the map down on the table he sat at, freeing his hands. What kind of prince doesn’t feed into his jester’s humor?

“Ready to serve, as a subject should be.” He dryly replied, now glancing at the… colorful girl who was approaching him. “As if I would need help from a joke like yourself– Hah! – I don’t even remember your name. Not another word from you, fool.”

Once the girl had gotten within earshot, she introduced herself to him. Slowly, he looked her up and down. She looked… childish.

Tiago often found children annoying.

“...Tiago Luciano Siqueira de Cavalcante, of the nation of Áureo.” He answered, placing a hand on the table to stand up, claret irises now looking down on the girl he towered over. What could she possibly want? He had demanded quiet merely seconds earlier, but it seemed he had done nothing but garner this unwanted noise and attention. “So, Jay – What do you want? Wouldn’t you rather be doing… whatever that is with your little friend over there?” He asked, lifting a finger to point at the darker-skinned girl who was idly standing in a corner like the freak she was.

“I remember seeing you two aimlessly running around together during our so-called ‘free time’.”


Elenion Aura angel doe gxxberkit

 

[angel doe]

jayden clarice aiden-fynn

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SCENE:

the first night

LOCATION:

the commons, rosengarten castle

PARTICIPANTS:

tiago (mentions cree)

the first night

"I want to get to know you," Jay answered matter-of-factly, looking up at him with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you Tiago Luciano Siqueira de Cavalcante, of the nation of Oreo." She froze, cheeks flushing light pink, and cleared her throat, "Áureo. I meant Áureo."

Thankfully he quickly moved on and Jay listened intently as he started asking questions. Her head tilted slightly to one side, confused. She had difficulty figuring out what he meant, unsure of how to perceive his tone. Did Tiago think she had ulterior motives? She just wanted to be friends.

Jayden's smile faltered slightly when he pointed at her friend. The way he said that sounded unpleasant and she had to force her smile to widen again, looking back at the boy, "Well, Tii, I would love to join my friend- Whose name is Cree, by the way- But I'm pretty sure that has something to do with her religion. I don't know the specifics, but it'd be impolite to disturb her, ya know?"

Taking a step closer to Tiago, Jay lifted her right hand and placed it gently atop the hand he was pointing with, lowering it, "Didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to point at others?" Her smile had softened and she gazed up at Tiago innocently, removing her hand from his and rocking back on her heels.

"Anyway, I wouldn't call what we were doing 'aimlessly running around'. We were getting a lay of the land, ya know? Wanted to figure out where everything is n' all that~" Jay responded with a nod, grinning. It was almost as though she was proud they thought to do something as simple as that.

What a silly thing to be proud of.

"So, whatcha readin', Tii? Anything interesting?"


Nobody Special

 

[Roda the Red]

IVAYLO VODENICHAROV

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Commons

PARTICIPANTS:

11th and 12th year students

The First Night

Beige-colored cotton was rustled against the snowy-white locks of hair atop Ivay's head, his damp hair still yet to fully recover its fluffy, voluminous shape. Humming a little song from (what used to be) his usual playlist, Ivaylo walked out of the bathroom from the boys' tower towards the commons.

Despite his hopes being shattered at some point, right after being abandoned by the two other students, the boy ended up having quite the pleasant first day at the academy! He had spent the majority of his time so far with his classmate Everly. They spent a good chunk of time exploring around the castle, getting a good feel for the location of where everything was as to not depend too much on the handbook, as well as just general sighseeing, it may be rustic but the whole place was still quite the looker anyways! They also spent some time at the library, where he learned about her passion for reading. Even managed to listen to her play with her violin eventually! While his technical knowledge was only in dancing and not in the musical department, he was still able to pick up on her skill with the intrument. Ultimately he learned that she was also a 12th year just like him, which meant that the two would meet almost daily. A prospect which, for the socially-needy Ivay, was an idea he was all too eager to welcome with open arms, especially knowing the bad apples that he was already able to notice from the batch of students that arrived with him. Eventually, after finishing having dinner together, the two decided to part their ways for the time being, the animal-ear youth already feeling the itch to cleanse his body from the gradual gathering of filth. The idea of going a single day without cleaning himself made Ivay tremble, that simply could not do.

Walking through the hallway, his coral eyes caught a glimpse of a lonely figure in the halls. A short boy of spiky red hair, the serious look in his face making him look more like what you would expect from a gangster than a highschooler. Ivaylo recognized the guy, another student that arrived with the others in that ship. Though it was hard to tell much about him as he behaved particularly secluded back then. Fortunately, Ivay happened to be in quite the good mood, so where was the harm in aiming for another friendship today?

"Hi Hi~ Guess you're another 12th year right? I'm Ivay, nice to meetcha~" Said the boy with his usual playful and cheerful tone, skipping forward until he was just about a few feet away from his presumpted classmate. Waving his arm up to his face level, his tail wagging enthusiastically behind him.

"Looking for something~?"

Let's hope he reached for a good one!

Spoiler: Outfit combination + notifs

-Short sleeved shirt

-Shorts

-No cardigan

Mention: Kyuubey

Interacting: Doctor Llamabean

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

EUSTASS FINNEGAN

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

Between West Wing & Commons

PARTICIPANTS:

11th and 12th Year Students

THE FIRST NIGHT

Following Gonzalo’s psychological evaluation, during which Eustass was hardly cooperative, the rest of the day crawled slowly by. When it came time, the students were helped to dinner. After that, Eustass was finally alone.

When he had found his dorm, he hid away—curled up on a bed whether they’d been assigned or not—and took comfort in the emptiness; the lack of company. Not enough comfort to fall asleep, but enough to relax and give his nerves a break.

With an air of calm, he stared ahead at the wall and called to mind images of the past. A pleasant trip, this time, that included no thoughts of violence or destruction but, instead, of sweet things. His sister…

She was probably someone he no longer knew by now. Someone worth hating.

Though, so long as he had his memories, Eustass didn’t care what she became.

— — —​

The time passed quickly now.

Next thing, Eustass leaped out of bed with a start, facing the door, and blamed the isolation for letting his guard down. He had fallen asleep, after all.

With wide eyes, a single glance around the room told him he was still alone, but he took another for signs of anyone having entered during his carless slumber.

Unable to tell, Eustass grunted, dissatisfied, and moved toward the door. His uniform was wrinkled and disarranged—half untucked, loose tie—but he didn’t feel like changing clothes. It was too much work.

Besides… his mind was already on a mission, for he had to piss yet had no idea where to find the nearest restroom.

As he stepped out into the hall, he glanced both ways, wary of a potential ambush of human interaction, then moved in a random direction with the expectation that intuition would take him where he needed to go. For Eustass, past failures hardly discouraged future instances of self-reliability, and so he stepped with confidence and purpose.

Some minutes later, doubt was evident.

He just stood now, looking around, pondering that maybe he passed the restroom along the way.

Odds were he did, but the clock was ticking and he had to go. He didn’t know how much castle was left to cover before relief was in reach, and so without much hesitation or second thought, he approached the nearest potted plant and found the zipper of his pants. Curses were muttered under his breath as the flora’s large leaves draped him, providing some ounce of privacy.

First came a trickle, then a stream.

Once finished, before he could fix himself, the color white, out of place, drew his attention down the hall through gaps in the greenery. Recognizing it to be a person, Eustass staggered back and fumbled with his britches, keeping himself as tucked away behind the plant as he could.

The character made their way down the hall.

Eustass stepped into view, appearing none out of the ordinary as he shot a glance here and there before locking eyes with the other student, who promptly started skipping toward him.

Taken back, Eustass froze with sudden fear. His breath hitched in his throat, face went hot.

What was the motive?

Back the fuck off! Don’t come any closer! He couldn’t speak.

He commanded his body to move—to run away or react—but the other student was only a few feet’s distance before he could; within reach before a single muscle obeyed.

“Hi Hi~ Guess you're another 12th year right? I'm Ivay, nice to meetcha~ Looking for something~?” A talker.

Like lag catching up to input in a video game, Eustass collapsed backwards when his body tried to obey every urge at once. His ass hit the floor. On instinct, he caught himself with his elbows instead of his hands. And he gawked helplessly as slow, heavy breaths rode his chest up and down.

(Interacting w/ Ivay)
(Mentioned no one)
Roda the Red ​

 

[Haze-]

Kashino Hatsumi

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SCENE:

The First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

11th & 12th Years

THE FIRST NIGHT

One beat passed, a heartbeat. Followed by a second. A third— it was starting to eat at her.

The empty air right at the boy’s feet seemed to shift, quiver. Eyelids fluttered open for a quick peek; she shared a glance with the stranger. She felt small, weak. Skittish like a bug trailing, inching and wriggling around the cracks at the pavement, under the thundering footsteps of the bigger animals above. Shellshocked, entrenched— frozen.

Prey.

Didn’t help that, from her point of view, she really was the lowly bug glaring up at the shadow towering over her — “Ph…pheven…?” — She echoed, her tongue still twirled rounds over the dead insect. The bits left of it.

Hatsumi shrunk even further at the hand that’d reached for her shoulder, she cringed at the pressure she felt then. Her instincts were telling her to kick the legs and run, to crawl away and up the wall, but that’s not how a human would’ve reacted. That’s the thing, she didn’t know how to human, but she did know how to statue. So, she stood still. Dead still. She felt her heart. Her breath. A hammering, pulsing presence at her throat.

Her eyes, wild and searching, flew over to his as he turned to the silver gargoyle, finally finding the space to take a few strides back. She was up at the wall now, her arms bent behind her and fingertips clinging to the damp castle-brick. Baggy, wrinkled clothes hovering at the wall; that’s what she was right now.

She was hugging the walls again, her body going against her own will. A habit she couldn’t shake off, came all the way back from the church.

Still, hiding from him was redundant. She was more on the lookout for the gargoyle person— now that he’d brought unnecessary attention to her. No animal had ever been able to spot her like that, not in the rainforest. Was it those shiny things on his face? Why did people frame windows over their faces anyway?

Her chin dipped, a white plume of shaky breath left the floating bundle of clothes. Her tail whip-cracked behind her, each sway carried some weight as it swiveled up and straight, puffed up. She needed to look bigger. Scarier. Confident.

She cleared her throat, because you were supposed to do that to get someone’s attention. You had to put some indignation into it— that’s what she’d been told. The camouflage finally came down and she showed her face, and, unlike her play-act on a quick paper confidence, her face betrayed her.

A look of dread bundled her brow tight and made her lower lip quiver. Something else slashed her lips apart. It wasn’t a smile — “Sorry… I was..— I was…” — Anxiety climbed up her spine, something unnaturally still and asphyxiating clogged the air and filled her throat. Thinking, worrying— was she pronouncing everything right? Was she picking the right words?

Talking was a challenge. She would take her first, doubtful steps and slip down the spiral— her mouth would clam shut.

Her mouth hung open and the words wouldn’t come out. She’d drawl the vowels, croak them. But nothing else.

“Hun…gry…? Hungry.” — Finally, she perked up. Her mouth clamped shut once and twice, her triangular teeth clacking together with a sound more sharp than hollow. Like dull razors slammed against each other. Her head was light and feathery, her hand was already twitching at her side to climb up that wall and away, but she fought the urge.

Her mouth hung open; she was hunched in on herself — “Did you want…some?” — Hatsumi tried to switch the baritone, sound amiable. Hell, she even tried to give him a smile. Because you gave people a warm smile to reassure them— something like that.

She looked up, one eye twitching at the harsh, uncomfortably strong eye contact she was trying to hold. Her face scrunched up and she quirked both brows, her mouth parting to show her whites. No, this also wasn’t a smile. She was just showing him her teeth.

The salamander held that crooked grin for a while longer, a quiver played at the corners of her mouth as if there really was a (futile) effort to get it right. Didn’t take long for that ‘smile’ to straighten out, her jaw tightened — “Sorry…”

Without knowing it, and on pure force of reflex this time around, her camouflage went back up.

If she wasn’t a refraction of the nearest wall right now, Qui would’ve caught a defeated look plastered across Hatsumi’s face.

The Regal Rper​

 

[BluEndings]

'GIP' CLEMMONS

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SCENE:

The First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

Izumi, 11th & 12th Years

THE FIRST NIGHT

Gip’s shoulders curled before rolling to a tender still.

“I got the go ahead to nab something.” They shrugged. “My constitution has always been a bit shaky—’every bit of nourishment goes a long way.’”

The last bit didn’t exactly sound like their own words, but who or what they were quoting was unclear. There didn’t seem to be a particular change in expression or tone, but the phrase itself may as well have been dragged out from some long forgotten crypt. It wasn’t exactly out of character, but the way it defined the conversation’s current direction was coltish.

“Of course that’s just my way of saying I’m not one to share food.” Their head went slack against the arm just behind. “Specifically the stuff I’ve already dug into, at least. I find it hard to imagine you prefects are short on special allowances. Are snacks not included in that package?”

Soon enough, Gip realized their own posture and scuttled out from the taller individuals’ limb.

“A-Ah. Pardon me.” They mumbled, shifting idly. “I-I am a little curious though: how did you land your position? Was there some sort of screening?"

Spoiler: Mentions

Elenion Aura

 

[Roda the Red]

IVAYLO VODENICHAROV

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SCENE:

Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory

LOCATION:

The Commons

PARTICIPANTS:

11th and 12th year students

The First Night

Ivay tilted his head, confused at the boy's sudden tripping. He wasn't being...scary, right? He made sure to keep his presence pretty evident as he approached, yeah, there was no way this was his fault this time around! The guy was probably just a weirdo, as far as Ivaylo knew, the Academy already showed to have those in spades. "H-hey, are you okay?" Said the snowy-haired senior as he leaned down, extending a helping hand towards the redhead. "Floor's not that comfy, you know?"
Ivay's smile slowly faded as he noticed that the boy's behavior seemed quite intense, be it his clear expression of distress or how pronounced the inspiration movement of his chest was. Ivay squinted his eyes, tryint to understand what was the weird redhead's issue. Then, something clicked...While it wasn't all that common, it was known that some people happened to have a phobia towards chimeric bodyparts, what was the name? Chimeriphobia? Beastyphobia? Regardless, it could be the cause! (the actual term was Chimeromorphophobia but he was never going to nail it)

"Oh, did this scare you?" He asked, looking up and pointing towards his twitching ears. "Oh don't worry, I'm not gonna eatcha!" He gave a small hop backwards, giving the other boy some space. Ivay made a quick twirl on the spot, then stopping while striking a cutesy pose.

"I only feed off friendship, and it's time for you to pay the toll!"

He finished his sentence with a playful wink.

Spoiler: Outfit combination + notifs

-Short sleeved shirt

-Shorts

-No cardigan



Interacting: Doctor Llamabean

 

[azenva]

Kina Roswyn Abrams

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SCENE:

The Opening First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

12th and 11th years

The First Night

Maybe the other students entering the library really had confused her with a statue, even though she was clearly turning to stare unblinkingly directly at them. (Normal people did that, right? Make eye contact?) No one was acknowledging her. In any case, she had already engaged in small talk one (1) time today, so the dragon was well over her quota. Maybe she could take a break from her watch to put the book back. Get something less obtuse. Less prose, with more pictures.

Before she could gather the energy to split the bond between her and her beanbag, Kina finally had someone approach her and press E to begin dialogue. She immediately sunk back into the beanbag’s embrace, though even with her lowered elevation, she still had to look down at the other person. Were short people naturally outgoing? Another social encounter would require some external support.

Very girly looking. Was it contagious? I don’t like it. Sorry.

Yes, she was, in fact, mentally apologizing for something she had said mentally.
The very girly looking person spoke first, naturally. She introduced herself as Ema and said nothing else about herself, immediately shifting the focus of the conversation to Kina.
She wracked her brain, trying to remember how she had interacted with other human beings last time. If she was capable of snapping her fingers, she would have been doing that to jog her memory. Kina settled on continuing to stare without blinking, directly at Ema. Finally, a lightbulb went off, even though the library probably had never had a lightbulb in it before. The blue eyed senior student remembered to blink, then raised a hand/claw/whatever in greeting.

“Kina.”

That should absolutely be enough to continue the conversation.
Kina turned her gaze away from Ema for long enough to spot another student she didn’t remember seeing earlier eating a bug like a frog.
Somehow, the display of instinct emboldended the spectator. Enough to spark another display of instinct. An unprompted spoken sentence.
“Do you know when we’ll get food?”

 

[Elenion Aura]

The Twins

SCENE:

The First Night

LOCATION:

The Commons, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

11th and 12th years

In blackest deep, we glide

Izumi's stomach rumbled once more, then quieted. It got the message. When Gip extricated themself from under the prefect's wing, the taller boy straightened, reaching up to rub the back of his neck absently.

"Yeah, fair 'nuff, fair 'nuff..." He admitted with a nod that didn't know when to quit, his head bobbing like a buoy amongst the waves, but said no more. That is, until Gip asked about his position, and specifically, how he came to hold it. Izumi gave the smaller student a blank look, head jerked slightly cock-eyed, before opening his mouth to speak.

He never got the chance.

In murky depths, we thrive

The clock struck, at last. Mizuto smiled behind his gloved hand, enjoying the sight of the Commons react to the chime.

"That would be the Lights Out bell," he spoke up to be heard, clasping both hands together behind his back. He stepped towards the center of the room, and directed the students' attention to either end of the long corridor. "And I'm afraid, that means our time together has run out." Mizuto cast an askance glance at his brother, who'd left the small green-haired minnow to stand beside him at the epicenter of the Commons.

"Don't worry, you'll have ample more opportunities for socialization tomorrow," he assured them, smirking all the while. "But for now, please do proceed to either end of the Common House and find the stairs to your dorms. I presume you know the way by now, but if you happen to get lost, I or my brother—" the twins shared a tense look, "Would be more than happy to assist... Goodnight!.. Until tomorrow! Sweet dreams."

 

[Elenion Aura]

Later That Night

Over the vast stone halls and towering spires of Rosengarten Castle, night had descended with an almost tangible hush. As the tower bells chimed midnight, a gentle breeze rustled the curtains of the open windows, and the distant chirping of crickets echoed through the corridors.

For most students, exhaustion from the day's events quickly lulled them into a deep slumber. Nestled beneath warm quilts in rooms adorned with tapestries of ancient battles and kings long dead, they embarked on their maiden night in their new home. For most, sleep came easily.

But for a select few, the night was anything but peaceful...

 

[miki]

EMA SUENAGA

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SCENE:

Later That Night

LOCATION:

Ema & Leslie’s Dorm, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

Leslie

LATER THAT NIGHT

As Ema accelerated towards the end of the day, it became clearer than water: She shouldn’t have taken that nap! Because second she emerged, the minute she chose to step forward and take a chance, the curfew bells tolled and she was sent right back where she started.

Part of her thought it lucky. The dragon-like girl wasn’t much for coherent conversation. All she had managed to get out was an awkward laugh and a meek ’I’m not sure yet!” before they were ushered back into their rooms. If she had fumbled her words much more, she would have looked like an idiot.

So apparently, there was a secret third outcome of her gambit: NOTHING. Absolutely nothing. She knew it—her face would fade with memory, and she’d be forgotten among the small pond of students.

It was all hopeless—unless she could finish the day with a final hurrah.

Her roommate. Her roommate couldn’t forget her, since they would be living together for the next few months. All they had to do was talk. It would be easy, right!?

Well…

Her roommate literally towered above her. It felt like she was twice Ema’s height. The second pair of arms stretched wide with their wingspan. Her thick bangs covered her eyes, but Ema couldn’t escape the feeling that she was being constantly watched.

Ema shook with every little movement, her face folding a steady paleness. Conversation was stocked up in her own anxieties. Even though she was horrified, she had to give it a shot. Her high school dreams depended on it!

“So… Any thoughts on Rosengarten so far?” She cringed at her own wording—damn, Ema, what are you: a reporter!?—but it was the best she could muster at the time. She hoped that her roommate was more friendly than she looked.

Before she could continue the conversation, she was cut off by a ghoulish echo reverberating from the hallway. Ema immediately shot to her feet, ears pricked for another sign that what she had heard wasn’t just imagination.

With the sharpest side gaze she could muster, she fixated on her roommate. Forget what Ema would do—What would she do?

“...You heard that, right?”

 

[thebigfella]

Oliver Olly Ollie Oxenfree

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SCENE:

Later That Night

LOCATION:

Oliver & Gilbert's Room, Rosengarten Castle

PARTICIPANTS:

Oli, Gip

Later That Night

Spoiler: Dream Sequence Filler

Lush grass decorated the grounds, and the faint wind fluttered each blade. The seeds of dandelions danced through the air, riding among the wind. The bright sun sat high in the sky, peeking through the clouds and illuminating the bright blue sky.

Cloudy white, like the edges of a water-painted canvas, leaked out color, and a dream-like haze submerged the surroundings. The beating wings of butterflies as they landed onto blooming lilacs, bees buzzing as they flew across a field of goldenrods.

There was no sign of society on the horizon, nothing but the peaceful nature as far as could be seen. A serene grassland, a sensory garden. And one person was enjoying, lavishing in the calmness.

His pink nose twitched, the whiskers adorning his nose along with it. A dandelion seed floated down to land on his nose, only to be blown away as his mouth opened to yawn; a long tongue paired with sharpened teeth opened as a bellow came from his diaphragm. An audible smacking of lips as he finished. His paws nestled behind his head as he rested on the grass.

A mouse more than a man, he was serene among nature, eyes closed tight as he became one with his surroundings, so comfortable that he didn’t even bother bringing clothes, a branch from a nearby tree blocking his lower half from the perspective.


“OLIIII! OLLLIIIIII!!”

A shrill scream, childish and grating, made the rat open his eyes, bringing himself to sit up as he blinked ahead, “Huh?”

The source of the screaming ran up the hill he sat on, its circular body covered with a straw-colored hard rind. Its cartoonish arms and legs are barely attached to its body. It was joined by another with unrealistic proportions, its outside splotched and browned like it had been roasted in an oven.

“Canestrato di Moliterno! Leipäjuusto! Is something the matter?” Oli questioned, kneeling down to meet the cheeses face to face as they stopped in front of them. Leipäjuusto raised its semi-hard, chewy, and firmness towards Canestrato, “He said that nobody wants to eat me because I’m made from cow's beestings!” It whined, no doubt would be pouting if it had a face.

Canestrato, in all its hard-rind, dense, and flaky goodness, simply crossed its arms, “It’s nasty. Who would want to eat cheese made from that weird-looking stuff?”

“Canestrato di Moliterno! What did I tell you!?” Oli interrupted like a scolding mother, reaching down to pick up Leipäjuusto like a baby, holding him in front of his face with a bright smile, bouncing the cheese up and down in its hands as it cheered, “All cheese is good cheese! I’ll eat it all, and that’s all that matters!” He exclaimed before putting the semi-hard toasted cheese down and giving a warning wag of his finger, “Now you two get along!”

“Okay!” Both cheeses agreed before turning around and running back down the hill, giggling and chortling like children as they disappeared, their childish fun fading into the distance.

Oli was left back alone, still naked, a flower blocking his crotch as he let out a sigh of relief on a job well done.

He could only lavish in his satisfaction for a moment; a sound caused his enormous ears to perk up, twitching. The sounds of crying, sadness, despair. His head turned towards the sound of weeping and found the culprit. Its body is covered with a red-orange beer-washed rind. Visible stink lines wafted off it, blowing through the air and right into Oli’s nose, digging through his nostrils and ending up in his eyes, where they turned to hands and visibly squeezed his pupils smaller. He strolled up to his noxious-smelling cheese as drool began to leak from the corners of his mouth. But he wasn’t an animal; he wasn’t going to just take a bite out of this cheese without at least asking why it was crying, despite not having a face and eyes to bawl with!

“Hey, little guy, what’s your problem?” The rat politely asked; all the while, his slobber was dripping down onto the cheese like rainfall. The poor cheese looked up towards him, sniffling and snorting, “I’m so smelly, no one wants to eat me! Everyone says I smell like feet!”

“Well, that’s ridiculous!” Oli replied, quickly jabbing a thumb into his fluffy chest proudly, “I, for one, LOVE the taste and smell of feet!” He exclaimed. The cheese’s crying stopped as it gasped in disbelief, “Really!? Does that mean you’ll eat me!?”

“Of course I will!” Oli swiftly replied, reaching down and gripping the smelly cheese between his mitts, “C’mere you!” was all he could get out before he quickly chewed down on the cheese. His buck teeth quickly pierced its rind to get to the gooey center. Well, at least that’s what should be happening. What was in his mouth wasn’t cheese. It didn’t taste like it, feel like it. It wasn’t nutty, sweet, fruity, pungent, or anything. It just tasted like…nothing. The more and more he chewed, the more it refused to give to his teeth, just stretching and pulling like it was made of gum. He kept pulling and pulling, moving his head away from his hands as he tried to pull off a chunk and--

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP.


Oli’s eyes opened to find him back in reality. He was still audibly chewing, smacking, and macking on something. It definitely wasn’t Vieux Boulogne. His eyes turned downward to see what it was. His spit had soaked into his pillow; his teeth had torn it open, its stuffing spilling out of the hole as it was nearly torn in half. He could only blink in realization; it seemed he was just dreaming.

Oh well.

He continued to chew on the pillow, mushing it between his teeth as more and more spit-soaked into it, the muffled sounds of him struggling to break it down into something edible faintly coming out the other side. This continued on for a good moment until he picked up on something.

The sounds of crying once more hit his large ears.

He immediately perked up, stiff as a board. His tail slinked out from under the covers and hung over the side of his bed as he looked around. “Vieux Boulogne!?” He blurted out. Had his cheese come from his dream into the real world, that desperate to be devoured by him!?

No, that’d be crazy talk. Oli quickly shrugged and shook his head, disappointed at himself for thinking something purely idiotic. Now was the time for logical reasoning.

“Manananggal! We're under siege! They're after our blood!” Was his realization, he flung the covers off him in terror, revealing him to, luckily, be clothed in the real world. The simplistic t-shirt and pajama pants combo. His paws landed on the cold floor as he strolled across the room. He needed to make sure he wasn’t going crazy! Maybe his roommate had heard the crying too?


As he approached the bed across the room, a hand came to cup his chin. His roommate might still be asleep, and he’d feel bad to wake him up for no reason! Not very roommate-like behavior. More like….roomenemy….

If he was going to wake him up, he needed to do it tactfully, in a way that was polite but also made him aware of the circumstances. They were in danger; after all, Dayagian vampires are some of the most dangerous!


He pondered, visibly, how to go about it. The more he thought about it, the more he leaned backward to look up towards the ceiling until it looked like he was about to snap in half. And only then did he come to a realization of what he could do.

He quickly dashed off into the bathroom. The sound of the sink turning on echoed through the quiet room, and a moment later, he was back. His tail raised behind him, dripping with water. And without any hesitation, he jabbed it right into Gip’s ear, swirling it around inside.

“WAKE UP! THEY’RE GONNA SUCK OUT YOUR BRAINS FROM YOUR SKULLLLLL!”

 

[BriiAngelic]

Yuuko Shibuya

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SCENE:

Brutal

LOCATION:

11th Girls' Common Room

PARTICIPANTS:

Jay( angel doe )

Later That Night

Sleep would have been the only thing she thought about if not for the fact that her slumber was rudely awakened by the an otherworldly groaning from outside their room. Even though she’d long since found a permeant place to stay she never lost the cautious urge to stay away from danger. Strange sounds were only ever a precursor for dangerous situations.

Or worse the potential for her to make everything much much worse.

She pushed off the bunk knocking some of her additional pillows to the floor as she clutched one to her chest. She’d not really gotten to talk to her roommate much at all. Despite looking for the other she hadn’t gotten the chance to meet her until curfew came rolling around and by that point her exhaustion had pretty much ensured that she was going straight to bed.

So she really should be avoiding angering her roommate before she even got a feel for the other’s personality…

The groan echoed in her mind again and she jumped up several feet running to the other bunk ready to shake the other awake, only to find the other was most certainly awakened by it. Instead of an ally though it seemed the other was trying to sleep through it.

Okay so no shaking, so she should probably go back to sleep.

The wind had another strong breeze and her nerve broke as she came up to the side of Jay’s bed shrieking in a low whine that was inaudible jumble of noise. Without meaning to her jerk meant that she had basically thrown the pillow at her new roomie.

“ACK Sorry sorry…Ididntmeanto! But also please please tell me I’m not the only one hearing the weird noises from outside!”

 

[angel doe]

jayden clarice aiden-fynn

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SCENE:

later that night

LOCATION:

jay & yuuko's dorm; rosengarten castle

PARTICIPANTS:

yuuko

later that night

After an exhausting day of pretending she was okay with being at Rosengarten, Jayden wanted nothing more than to slip into a deep, dreamless sleep. Of course, that was far too much to ask- Jay would never be that lucky.

She just wasn't a lucky person.

It was a strange (and creepy) sound that echoed outside, disturbing Jay's light sleep. She covered her ears in a pathetic attempt to block out the noise, smushing her face into her pillows, and closing her eyes, "Let me sleep...." Jayden whined, kicking her feet in frustration, pressing her hands even harder against both ears.

She hoped her roommate would leave it alone, despite how unsettling the sounds were, but clearly, that was wishful thinking. Jayden felt something hit the back of her head and she shot upward in bed, startled even though she knew her roommate was there. Looking to the floor, she noted the pillow that had fallen and concluded that was probably what hit her.

Jay rubbed her eyes sleepily and sighed, looking at her roomie, "Ya aren't the only one hearing weird noises," she climbed out of bed, shivering when her bare feet touched the cold floor, "I was hoping to try an' sleep through it, but I guess thas outta the cards now."

Yawning, Jay pulled her hair into its signature pigtails and slipped her socks and shoes on, "May as well see what's makin' all that noise," she shrugged at her roommate, "I doubt I'll be getting much sleep tonight, anyway."


BriiAngelic

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

DEXY THORNTON #609D95

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SCENE:

LATER THAT NIGHT WITH DEXY!!

LOCATION:

DEXY'S DORM

PARTICIPANTS:

DEXY AND LOYAL ROOMMATES

LATER THAT NIGHT WITH DEXY!!

A monstrous grown reverberated throughout the academy in the dead of night. It brought many of the students awake with a shiver down their spine. So awful it was, that a few students were rendered unable to sleep.

But it wasn't the sound that came from the staircase.

It was Dexy's monstrous snoring.

She had fallen fast asleep in such a position that it was a mystery how she wasn't awake. Her mouth gaped open with snorting roars bellowing out like a dragon's breath. "Bow," she muttered. "Bow to your evil queen..." Dexy giggled, flipping over her head and kicking the foot of her bed. Something wood snapped, but it was easily overshadowed by another bout of snores.

"Ivay... your ears are so soft..." Dexy patted the pillow, nestling her head into it. Her body somehow rotated, causing her and the pillow to slither toward the edge. "Ivay... get back here..." Dexy reached out.

She fell against the floor, and hard. "Ow! Oww!" She yelped. Dexy rose with groggy eyes and a yawn, taking a minute to adjust. The moment she was able to, though, she scowled at the ground. "Stupid floor! You dare go against The Unparalleled Dar—"

The sound from the staircase bellowed again. If the snores didn't keep the students awake, Dexy's glass-shattering scream might have.

And so the Queen of Torment was hugging the bed pole, shivering like a terrified cat. "Wh-Who dares to play a prank on I, the Great and Powerful Dexy?!" Sniffing back her tears, Dexy rose and looked to the door. "Thou shall pay for what thou has done!"

With that, she unnecessarily kicked through the door and into the hallway.

Kyuubey azenva