Riverview Academy (The Role Play)

[Vitorix]

Riverview Academy


Made by Highly Unorthodox


Credits to Kyousuke


They say that the school beyond the thicket of trees is cursed.


They say that children who call the academy home are abnormal.


They say that it's a freak show, a nuthouse.


What they don't know is that it's the only barrier fending off all that goes bump in the night from the frontiers of order and innocence.

Riverview Academy is a school for the gifted children from the age 12-19, branching off from the Order of the Red Hood in hopes of prepping qualified youth for a life of service in the Order. It typically houses those possessing supernatural abilities that we can only theorize about, but there is the occasional average human that catches the Academy's eye through their exceptional talents that may be considered beneficial or an asset to Riverview.


This, clearly, is no ordinary school, where you learn about conventional subjects that mortals would study. The students at Riverview are taught about their abilities, how to control them, and how to use them against crime and nightmarish adversaries through a selection of unique courses.


The academy's curriculum consists of Weaponry, Combat, History of the Paranormal, and Supernatural Studies; all of which are mandatory. What students learn in class are put to the test on missions, on which they go with a partner.


Partners are assigned by the lab of the school based ] List on DNA, blood type, and general compatibility.


The Order of the Red Hoods:


This is here in order for you to understand why Riverview was made.


The Order of the Red Hood's overall purpose is to protect balance the order in the world from chaos and evil, mainly by regulating the paranormal and fending off all that goes bump in the night. This includes sending Red Hoods (members of the Order of the Red Hood) on missions to investigate and solve disruptive supernatural phenomena, having them patrol areas of interest, calling on them on at a moment's notice to assist in a battle, and even going to war at times, among many other things. Red Hoods are generally recruited from Riverview Academy, a school for the gifted.

Locations


The Academy Gates:


Ringing the school grounds is a twelve-foot high wrought iron fence with sharpened spires. The gate of the fence cuts across a winding cobblestone path up to the castle-like school, and is often compared to either that of a prison, or that of the Underworld, where devil's work is done-- but it is what you make of it. Make no mistake, though: by no means are these the Gates of Heaven. Quite the opposite, on the contrary.


The Entrance Hall:


This is a colossal room with torch-lined stone walls and a black marble floor. A massive spiral staircase is tucked into one corner, and various coat racks and rugs are cluttered around the grand black wood entrance doors. A few couches and chintz armchairs are pushed against the wall.


The Amphitheater:


Weaponry and combat classes are held in the amphitheater. In addition, the amphitheater acts as the school's auditorium.


Weaponry Professor: Vanessa Chernikova


Combat Professor: Professor Aurelius


The Cafeteria:


The cafeteria is a vast room filled with round lunch tables that are often occupied according to your clique. At the wall nearest to the entrance is a long buffet table of the signature dishes of an assortment of cultures that are refreshed by servants of the school at hour intervals. Hamburgers from the United States, spaghetti from Italy, sushi from Japan, pastries from France-- you name it, they've got it. The meals are meant to be diverse to represent how the school combines the cultures of the world into one cause-- how it is immaterial where you come from: everyone here is a student first and a citizen of their country second. Race merely describes your appearance: it is not who you are.


The Classes:


These are the classes that are held in classrooms. Ones that are more physical and that require space, such as Combat, are held on the school grounds or in the arenas. All students must follow their assigned schedule unless class transference are approved by the school.

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Supernatural Studies: The Supernatural Studies room is a classroom with descending tiers of student desks curving around half of the circular shape of the room, much like how a sports stadium's seats are positioned. At the front of the room is a chalkboard and a messy teacher's desk.


Professor: Headmaster Solothrone

History of the Paranormal: This is a average sized room, normally half filled with students. Like most classrooms, it holds old fashioned wooden desks and a dusty chalkboard. There are stacks of books on multiple shelves located along the vicinity of the room.


Professor: Professor Aurelius





The Dormitories:


The dormitories are where students sleep. They're split into gender and age.

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Boys: This, obviously, is where the male students sleep and such. Each floor is devoted to an age, so that students are kept with their peers.


Girls: This is where the females sleep. Each floor is devoted to the age of the student.

The Gymnasium:


This is the gymnasium, where students go to train and get in shape, as an RH cannot be made out of an unfit body. The gymnasium includes a track that stretches in a mile by diameter and rings the perimeter of the gym, treadmills, ellipticals, weight benches, dumbbells, and pull-up bars. Mats are stacked in the back corner, and a door in the back leads to the indoor pool.


The Meeting Room:


This is a dark-rugged room with sleek black walls and an elongated, polished rectangular mahogany table lined with plush red swiveling chairs in the center of it. The Council convenes here to discuss pressing matters, map out strategies, or construct plans.


The Library:


This is a prodigious room filled with row upon row of book shelves, each harboring books, documents, and scrolls on every genre and subject you can think of, from mystery novels to demonology. Tables and chairs are scattered throughout the library for students to work at, and a wide bay window on the far wall gives way to the school grounds.


Librarian: Ivan Kreshnov





The Infirmary:


This is an immense room split into spacious cubicles for patients. In each cubicle is a hospital bed, a bedside table, a bedpan, a pole to hang IV's and blood bags on, and a few extra chairs for visitors.


The Laboratory:


This is the ominous place, in the sub levels of the Academy, where experiments are held, research is done, and students are tested.


Scientist: Doctor Lerkelashvor




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Testing Room: This is a starch white room filled with metal testing tables, with cuffs for wrists and ankles on a few of them. Cabinets full of syringes line the walls, as do filing cabinets, and the room is lit by harsh white light. A sharp smell of bleach mingles in the room.


Research Lab: This room has numerous desks crammed into it-- ones usually covered liberally in papers-- and the walls are practically made of computer screens. Here, general research is done, such as possible recruits.

The Weapons Room:


This is an enormous room with an assortment of weapons hanging on the walls-- axes, maces, knives, swords, guns, spears, shuriken, bows and arrows-- you name it, they have it. A forge is tucked into the corner for the students to craft their own weapons at, and a wide space in the center of the room allows students to test out their weapons.


The Stimulation Room:


The Simulation Room is about twice the size of the amphitheater and can simulate actual battles and situations by the use of matter technology (developed by the Splicers). Each situation given has a unique goal and landscape, whether it be a fiery room in which you must rescue all civilians or a cave where you and your partner/teammates/classmates must slay a dragon. Competitions are held in the simulation room based on what level you and your partner/teammates/classmates can make it to. No student has ever made it to the final level (Level 66)-- the highest score ever achieved was Level 39 in 1921.


The Headmaster's Office:


This is a large room, covered wall to wall with expensive antiques. He has large wooden cupboards and big desk.


Headmaster: Iannes (Professor) Chernikova

Students:


Name: Clayton Verisol


Power: Shapeshifter


Year: Fourth


Name: Florence Waters


Power: Naiad


Year: Third


Name: Vanessa Chernikova


Power: Psionic Manipulation


Position: Weaponry Professor


Year: Fourth


Name: Avery Crowe


Power: Darkness Manipulation


Year: Third


Name: Eleanor Holloway


Power: Healing


Year: Fourth


Name: Frederick Stahl


Power: Physical augmentation


Year: Third


Name: Erin Collins


Power: Time Manipulation


Year: Fourth


Name: Christina O'Lynch


Power: Dream/Spirit Manipulation


Year: Second


Name: Kyra and Johnaton Fate


Power: Wing Manifestation/Flying


Year: Fourth


Name: Erin Sage


Power: Disruption


Year: Fourth


Name: Ingrid Li


Power: Sound Manipulation


Year: First


Name: Ilay Aurelius


Power: Pamnesia, Ivisibility, Touch of Pain and Decelerated Aging


Year: First


Professors:


Name: Iannes Solothrone


Position: Headmaster and Professor of Supernatural Studies


Power: Reality Warping


Name: Calla Lerkelashvor


Position: Scientist


Power: Ice Manipulation


Name: Nadia Aurelius


Position: Professor of Combat


Power: Ability Learning, Blade Retraction, Enhanced Memory


Name: Ivan Kreshnov


Position: Head Librarian


Power: Ageless


Name: N/A


Position: Professor of Paranormal History


Power: N/A

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Headmaster Tobus slowly opened the door to his office, stepping out into the vacant halls. It was so quiet on the top floor that you would hear a pin drop. Ichor, the black she-cat that belonged to him slunk out the door and peeked her head between his legs. She meowed, shooting her red eyes up to watch him. The cat was eerie but it was his best friend and had been outlandishly living with him since he was a kid. It was clear she was not a mortal cat.


"Yes, Ichor. Another year," he mused, leaning down to stroke her head as she spat a few acid-like marrows.


He grinned slightly at the cat and stood before he slowly picked his way along the hall, gazing at his reflection in the shined flooring. "Another year, hm?" he murmured to himself and turned to walk down the steps to the entrance of the school. The students would be showing any second. He took his time, careful not the slip on the glossy surface of the stairs. Ichor didn't seem to mind as she bolted down a few flights before perching carefully on the railing, eyes locked on the doors to the academy. She silently waited for her owner and the children to arrive for yet another year.

Vanessa's white tresses flipped wildly in the wind, nearly enclosing her body in a cascading curtain of hair. Her bright optics flickered about the vicinity of the school, admiring the wrought iron gates. There had been murmurs in the halls of a sixteen year old male student who had hated being abnormal. He had thrown himself off the roof and was impaled on the iron spikes. His fate was clear from the day he entered the school that he was going to die. He was determined to end his short life, they had said. She rolled her shoulder, eyes squinting slightly at a spot far away. She was befuddled because she swore she deciphered a blood stain imprinted on the concrete walkway. Picking this as a figment of her devious imagination, she ambled up the stairs and entered Riverview. The sight was always the most heart-warming experience. Vanessa hadn't seen her adoptive father all summer, as she had taken her time to go on co-op missions for practice with a few close family friends that belonged to the Red Hoods. She was quite happy to see the face of Iannes Solothrone as he took his last step down the stairs and folded his arms with a grin. "How was the summer, Miss Chernikova?"


"It was wonderful. Thank you for offering me such an experience-" her voice caught as she heard the tinkling voice of Doctor Lerkelashvor. She offered a quick smile at Iannes before he vanished around the corner to tend to the scientist's needs, whatever they may be. Now she could continue to bask in the new year at Riverview.


She was seemingly the first student to show, as always. Like the year before, she hoisted her bag higher over her left shoulder and reached her hand out to brush her finger tips down the silky back of Ichor, who meowed happily and rubbed her head against Vanessa's leg.


"Privet, Ichor..." she breathed, her lips parting ever so slightly to show bleached white teeth as her Russian accent spilled out. The girl then stood and looked around the devoid hall with bright torches in their slots, illuminating the dark marble floor and casting wavering shadows against the sinister dark walls. Vanessa idly pushed her blonde hair to the side before walking down the hall slowly.

 

[tem502]

Florence walked along the pathway towards the school, humming a pleasant tune idly as she glanced around at the nature around her, her barefeet padding against the ground with a soft slapping sound.


Despite having only been here a relatively small amount of time, she had adopted the place as home whole heartedly, and a warm feeling filled her as she saw the school looming in the distance.


The only thing that was a slight bother for her was her old roommate had been in her final year, and had now left the school, but Florence wasnt one to worry about such things, confident she'd get a nice new roommate, because after all, who couldnt she get along with?


She was dressed in simple attire, her entire worldly possesions carried in a small bag slung over her shoulder, or directly on her person. Outside of her simple dress and necklace she was clothed without accessory or elaboration, save for a large straw sun hat that perched upon her head.


Her skin was tanned with the heat of the medeteranian sun, not a tattoo or blemish upon it's flawless surface.


To look at her currently would give no trace of the fact she wasnt actually human, but if you stood very close the gentle tinkle of running water could be heard, muffled by her sun hat.


With delight she pushed opened the old door to the school, and smiled warmly as she saw the headmaster stood upon the railings infront and slightly above her.


"Warmest greetings, Master Chernikova." She said in her summery, lyrical voice. "May your rivers flow freely and your lakes stay clear."


As she spoke the traditional greeting of her people she lifted the hem of her dress and curtsied respectfully in a way that had largely been forgotten about with time, with a grace and elegance at odds with her youthful, bubbly personality.


With her natural affinity for virtually all animals she crouched down and stroked the cats head warmly, recieving a purr in response, and she straightened up and looked back to the headmaster.

 

[tacere]

Eleanor gazed up at Riverview Academy, having just entered through its wrought iron gates, a smile creased upon her lips. She was glad to be back, the place being more of a home to her than her actual home, by far. She glanced about noticing others still arriving, and a few who'd already arrived. She wondered what adventures and challenges she'd be faced with this year as she walked briskly up the steps and through the doors of the academy, coming into the entrance hall.


El was happy to find not much had changed from how she remembered it, the azure orbs of her eyes flicking about as she took in the large hall, continuing to saunter ahead casually. She was dressed rather casually as well, wearing a colorful pair of teal jeans and a black top inscribed with the words, 'C'est La Vie.' Her families standing was cause for her to always have to be dressed up, which El didn't particularly enjoy, so it was nice being able to wear whatever now seeing as she was back here.


Upon further inspection of the area she finally took note of two females already occupying the space, a blonde and a female with hair that strangely seemed to flow like water. Her eyes lingered upon them only briefly however, so she could not tell whether or not she knew or recognized them from years past. Still, just to be nice, she spoke. "Hello." She mused, loud enough for both to hear as she continued ahead a few more steps, situating herself more towards the middle of the large hall.


'Another year.. Wonder what crazy things I'll experience this time... Hopefully I'll be able to get in lots of training this time around.. I have to get strong enough to master flawless restoration after all.. Hmm.. Can't wait to get all settled in.. See some familiar faces maybe.. Meet some new ones. Heh. Guess I'm in a positive mood today..'

 

[EccentricallyDriven]

Erin yawned, ruffling his hair absently, adjusting the backpack slung over one shoulder. Gray eyes settled on the gates and couldn’t help but feel the slight tension he hadn’t known was there until it was gone pass away. His family accepted his gift, this abnormality, with a grace that surprised him even at this stage of his life; they were awesome. It was everyone else, those that had either been told or found out on their own, that looked at him like he might explode at any moment and rip them away from the space-time continuum altogether.


It didn’t help that his parents had received notice there had been a tragic death of a student who hated his gifts had elected to end his life. They’d come to him, asking over and over if he was okay with being ‘special.’ It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they’d been getting at and he’d assured them he was perfectly happy with his gifts. As dangerous as they are, they came in handy when he forgot to do the dishes.


Here, though, here he could relax. Everyone was different and powerful and slightly terrifying.


I’m not sure what I’ll do if the first person that sees me refers to me as a girl.


Walking toward through the building, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen. He was dressed in dark jeans and a light gray shirt that would have been too low cut if he’d been a girl. The shirt was a bit too small for him, he realized belatedly, and was tighter than he would prefer. I can’t say it doesn’t make me look good, though. He smirked briefly at the thought.


The main hall was mostly empty. It didn’t surprise him much because his mother couldn’t help but be on time. It was a pain because she knew he had no excuse whatsoever for being late. The fact that every single student in the room was female was also a bit embarrassing.

 

[TheFallOfitAll]

Ivan narrowed his eyes, glancing at each and every book in his library. No, this was not the school's library. It was HIS. It had been since the day he was hired, and it would and shall remain that way until he dies, or until the school does, both very unlikely, due to his immortality to time and disease. Ivan strolled about, inspecting his shelves. HIS shelves, he had ensured that it would be the best to preserve each and every book, to ensure that the books would last as long as he would, he was over five hundred as it stood, and to his knowledge, he was even older than the Headmaster, though he didn't look it.


He walked towards his desk, and his laptop there. For someone as old as he was, adapting to the present day features came as easy as breathing. That was second nature to him like his language was. He pressed a few buttons, and the screen turned on. As he was not a normal Professor, by any means, he did have access to possibly most, if not all of the school's records, also due to how they'd be filed within the Library itself. Once his computer was alive, he typed in an old Russian saying that was both more ancient and possibly even wiser than he was. The screen unlocked and he gained access to his desktop. Smiling, as he had always done, he began to wonder if any of this years batch of students would be as caring with literature and books as he was. He knew that was also very unlikely.


Kyra glanced behind her, her twin always slacked behind her. She had always figured it was because he was too shy and she was overly brave or something like that, she didn't much care.


"Hey, we don't have all bloody day, come on. School's that way," She spoke, her London accent being very typical of her birth area, and highlighted or ignored certain syllables.


John, her twin brother, simply nodded to her.


"You never bloody speak, not even to me, what is wrong with ya?" She again spoke, grabbing her brother by the arm and forcing him in front of her as they walked through the gates.


Despite her efforts, John again fell behind her. Then again, she also finally considered that she, this year like every other, had forced him to be the one hauling in ALL of their items.


Once the two passed through he threshold and into the school, she nodded her head towards the Headmaster.


"'Ello 'Eadmasta, lookin' forward ta masterin' all our flight abilities we are," Kyra informed him, before glancing at the other others with a sour look.


John, also nodded to the Headmaster, but didn't say a word. He figured they'd wait here, as everyone else was. He just wanted to go to the Library and find a good book and let himself get lost in it.

 

[The Empress of Ice]

The large gates of Riverview Academy seemed to loom over the students as they rushed through the doors. Some, mostly first years, stood but a step away from the entrance with determined faces, others seemed to be less thrilled. Their eyes scanning the school in front of them, the way it seemed to promise years of unbelievable horror, some didn't even care to hide their emotions as they relentlessly cried on the few parents, which were present, shoulders. And in the midst of that a young lady, seemingly not a day older than twenty, roamed her green shoulder bag; ignoring the overwhelming scene. Her mind was elsewhere, and her clothing was but smithereens as rips were everywhere. Her black, ink-like hair flowed down her shoulders; a leaf or two adorning her head.


Her white shirt was complemented with an open, knee-length green vest. Her shirt being tucked fashionably into her black, ripped skinny jeans. One would never guess that she had a degree, nonetheless that she was a professor. But then again, she had merely acquired this position after Professor Arch passed away in the summer. The school's sudden call to her cellphone was a shock but as always she had found an opportunity in the offer.


As she dwelled into her bags contents, which were her belongings and some files, a youngster came to her side. He eyed her for a second before letting his hand wander to hers, stopping her from continuing. The lady seemed to instantly know who it was even before she let her gaze meet his, giving the bronze-skinned boy a warm smile. Quickly she put her finger up before continuing roaming her bag and with a smile that seemed to rival the sun, she waved the acquired files in the boy's face. "I was sent the students personal files during the summer, you little punk." She playfully teased the boy, his violet eyes giving her a small teasing glare as they sauntered over to the 'scary' building.


The youngster was tired and wanted nothing but sleep yet he couldn't and wouldn't complain. After all, it was his fault that they had hiked for five days straight without a blink. His eyes drifted through the crowds to then meet the Headmaster's. Tugging on his mother's shirt, he pointed to the man. The lady nodded at the boy swiftly before she let herself wander on to her newly-acquired boss. Sadly, the headmaster disappeared after talking to a white-haired beauty, which she recognized as Vanessa Chernikova, another Professor stealing his time making a sigh escape the woman. She'd just have to give him her draft of lesson plans later on.


She pondered on what to do and then decided to go on to the amphitheater before exploring the gym. The youngster didn't need to hear her mention it twice before wandering on himself.


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A flush of a toilet and the sound of a lock opening followed Nadia as she went on to wash her hands. She had not seen her reflection yet but when she gave herself a quick look-over, she wasn't quite proud. Her usually flawless, pale skin had smears of dirt on it; her hair a mess and her eyes emitted her need for sleep with the large bags underneath them. She reconsidered the 'unlucky' timing of meeting the headmaster to be a saving moment for her image. Nadia brushed her hands through her dark locks, which were in a tangle compared to their usual wavy look, brushing out the leaves. To compensate the sloppy ripped jeans, she put some new more fashionably ones on them; making it seem as if the rips should be there.


She couldn't do anything about her dirty shirt but Nadia washed her face furiously until it returned to its former glory. Her black ankle boots had spots of dirt on them. Nadia frowned at the mirror as a student, red-haired and blue eyed, entered the bathroom. She seemed shy as she sent the lady a small smile, her eyes looking down a few seconds later. The girl moved on to the sink, applying some water on her own t-shirt which had smears of red on it. "It won't wash out... A pain when that happens right?"


Nadia found the girls sudden interaction with her a bit shocking but smiled nonetheless happily. "Indeed it is, much like the world is going against you." She chuckled deeply before running her fingers through her hair one last time. The girl laughed quietly herself, giving the lady a small glance. Nadia knew she looked to young to be a teacher, especially with her attire, and to old to be a student making the girl wonder if she was a splicer. The girl was so curious that she even asked.


"I'm not, I have quite the other position in this school. And no, it doesn't have to do with the Red Hoods. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to head over to the assembly... Unless you want company there, I could wait." Nadia gave the girl a glance, the girl nodding excitedly at her; accepting the offer. Nadia would have to wait til later on to see her working place, the amphitheater and to boost; she had become the history professor too.


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Ilay wandered on ahead til he reached the halls of the school, seeing the white locks of Vanessa. She had known the boy since he was nine, as he had resided unwillingly at the school while his mother was a Splicer. Moving slowly to her side, he quietly walked along her side in comfortable silence. But what people didn't know was that he was sending her random thoughts, waiting for her to use her telepathic powers.


I'm bored, the sky is blue... The grass is green and the summer was a boring dream! A small chuckle resounded in his mind, it wasn't deep like a man's but it was nearly there as the boy grew closet to puberty every day. Sometimes I think I'm poetic, don't you agree Nessa?





Careful to not touch her skin, the boy tugged on her clothing, trying to lead her to the entrance hall. Mother said to meet in the entrance hall in five minutes, come along will you?

 

[LannaRae]

Avery sighed happily as she stepped through the wrought iron gates, a cool breeze ruffled hair, making them billow around her head like a halo. Hitching her canvas duffle bag up her shoulder, she trudged down the cobblestone path that led to the school building, which, she was glad to see, looked the same as it did before she left. " 'Ello old friends..." she chimed and smiled in amusement at the shadows, and waved her hand, making the shadows stir in the ground. Most people looking at her would thing that she was either crazy or stoned, but most people didn't know her. Sure shadows didn't have life, they were nothing but inanimate pools of darkness, but she could feel their existence. She had a... hmm..."connection" with them, and they were the source of her powers, so who was she to ignore them? " Well, see you later," she waved again and continued her way towards the entrance.


Closing her eyes for a moment, she relinquished the shade of the trees and the crisp morning air, it felt great to be back here, where no eyes would follow her with looks of disgust and scorn, where no words of heated hatred would travel behind her back. It felt nice, to just be like everyone else, well, more or less. Each of them were different in their own unique, and terrifying, way. But they were all the ones who were cut of from the norms of the society. Her grandfather grew up in this world, so she was lucky enough to not receive scorn from her own family.


The weak morning Sun glinted off the silver buttons of her black buttoned-up military jacket that covered the white sweater she wore beneath. Her dark green pleated skirt swished against her black stockings as she walked, her black-boot clad feet clicking against the road.


As soon as she walked through the doors, she was pleasantly surprised to see the headmaster. She bowed her head at him, " Morning, Headmaster. Hope the weather's been treating you fine." When she finally entered the main hall, the first person she saw was a redheaded girl with short hair. I wonder who she is, I've never seen her before... Well, or who she thought was a redheaded girl. Luckily, she stopped herself before she could ask her if she was a new girl. Much to her embarrassment, she turned out to be a he- or more specifically, Erin Collins. She wasn't really close to him and had only seen him around in the few classes they shared, but she knew him well enough to know that he hated being mistaken for a girl. " G-good morning, Erin. E-enjoy your day!" she chimed nervously and slid into her seat, hoping that he didn't realize that she almost called him a her. Then in a more relaxed toned, she sighed and her olive green eyes scanned the grand structure of the main hall, " I wonder what surprises await us this year..."

 

[Vitorix]

Doctor Lerkelashvor frantically gathered small test tubes from a spare closet, attempting to hold a bundle at a time as the headmaster entered the rather large lab. She scowled as one slipped and smashed at her feet but grimaced when Iannes Solothrone grunted at the sight. "I will clean that up! Don't worry!" She set down the test tubes and raced towards another door, opening it with a loud creak. The slender female snatched a broom and darted back towards the headmaster, offering a quick grin. "This day is exciting, isn't it?"


After Calla had swept up the bits of glass, she finally answered the mental question she knew Headmaster Solothrone was dying to ask. "Well, sir. I called you down here because I wanted you to take a peek at... well this." She turned the screen of a monitor slightly towards the large man. On the screen was a file of a boy, "Ignatius Bartholomew Mathias", who appeared to be listed as dangerous by splicers and Red Hoods alike. "I was thinking that we could attempt to bring him here... to Riverview, a place where he could learn to use his powers fr good instead of bad."


As Calla finished speaking, she dumped the bits of glass into a bag before doubling the bags on it. The blonde idly set it beside the garbage. "I also need a lot more test tubes." She cocked her head, observing the voice space around Iannes. "Where is Miss Chernikova and Ichor?"

The headmaster smiled brightly at ever student who happily greeted him. "Excuse me..." he would politely reply before spinning on the heels of his feet, taking his large body down the narrow hall towards the lab. His dark cloak billowed around him like smoke as he quickly walked. He heard a large number of sounds coming from behind the closed door to Doctor Lerkelashvor's room and carefully opened it, gazing inside. He had let go of the door knob and allowed it to quietly open fully on his own. Solothrone crossed his arms and tilted his head ever so slightly to the left, watching Calla move around like a timid deer. By god, what was she doing? "Calla- I don't think you should carry..." Crash!





Solothrone couldn't help but chuckle as she ran to grab the broom, cleaning up the mess she had created. But his seriousness prevailed as the doctor pushed the monitor into his line of view. He carefully walked towards the computer and begun to scroll through the page, reading seemingly at inhuman speeds as he gathered everything he could get on this boy, "Ignatius Mathias, you say? The last name seems rather familiar. Ah, yes! Here it is" He pulled up another page that had a man named 'Calloway Mathias'. "This is his father, one of the best known Red Hoods around. Well, not any more. He passed away just shy of a year ago from a vampire raid in London." He scratched at his beard. eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "I'll have to think about this one. He is a lot of trouble with a pretty little ribbon on top."


He yawned and stretched his arms slightly, turning to leave before Calla spoke one last time. "I will put an order in. They should be here in an hour or two. Miss Chernikova was last seen at the doors of the castle. I believe she is preparing herself for the speech I give every year. The same one. Mind her, if she had helped me over the summer or was around for that matter, I'd likely have her make a new one. Maybe I'll do that for next year!" He chuckled and nodded his farewell before ducking out of the lab.

Vanessa seemed to ignore the existence of any other individuals that entered the school as she aimlessly danced a strand of her long hair for Ichor to play with, soul-piercing eyes locking obliviously on the face of each student. However, upon the sour look adorned by Kyra, she scoffed loud enough for her to hear and gritted her teeth. However many times this look was given to her, she could never get used to it. But Vanessa was never one to hold large grudges and she sure as hell wouldn't be the type of person to use her authority of being the weaponry teacher despite being a student over anyone's head. You could say she was mature.


"Ilay, my sweet..." she murmured as the boy approached her, eyes flickering with interest. She carefully knelt down so that her face was levelled with his and offered a twitch of the side of her lip; which was a smile in Vanessa language. She brushed a strand of his hair from his face affectionately and tipped her head to each side, which would be and outlandish action on behalf of anyone else but seemed right on her. Vanessa made the weird things flow smoothly. Oddly enough, her voice didn't quite match her looks and expectations of being a Russian. Her tune was soft and smooth like honey dripped over ice. It was like walking on thin ice when conversing with Vanessa, to be frank.


As Ilay spoke in his mind, Nessa couldn't help but to dip into his thoughts just in time to catch the poetry he brought forth, which chimed. She genuinely smiled at the boy and flicked her eyes to watch him tug at her clothing, remembering that the boy was always far too cautious around people due to his ability. Vanessa knew this because she knew of everyone. She knew their likes and dislikes, biography, power and ability as well as their weakness. Everyone was so enthralling.


I agree that you have the potential, yes. You sound much like an angel. Of course I will come, I planned to from the start. have to be there for the headmaster, she communicated back to Ilay by speaking directly into his mind. But suddenly she grimaced and doubled over, grabbing her head as various different voices were heard. She instantly halted her telepathy, whining softly. Great, now she had a pounding headache. "Let's agree to only do that when not so many people are around, all right?"


Vanessa shot her intense eyes around the vicinity once more, trying to catch a slip up of someone noticing her little scene before she frowned deeply and nudged Ilay softly. "Come along, then." She then led him towards the place that the assembly would be taking place.

 

[tacere]

Eleanor continued to amble slowly down the hall, watching as more and more people filed in. She recognized most of the people here, save for one or two beings, surprisingly. Of course she did not personally know them all, but she'd been around long enough to have caught glimpses and names of many of the other students here. She was quite observant, and curious after all.


Her gaze subtly lingered on each student in the area, recalling all, or what little she knew about everyone in the vicinity, catching sight of the female, who she recognized as Vanessa Chernikova's, little slip up. She didn't pay it too much mind though. Merely finding it..interesting. It seemed there would be plenty of returning students, as there always was, and some new first years as well obviously. She debated hanging around here longer and actually starting a conversation with some of these people, but decided against it for now, beginning to make her way more briskly towards the amphitheatre.


Her hair trailed in its medium length behind her, the luminous locks a rich hazelnut brown with quiet hints of a very dark ashy blonde. The azure of her eyes was transfixed upon a spot down the hall as she moved ahead, leaving the entrance hall to head down another. She stopped only upon being surprised to see a young girl, a first year no doubt, the curls of her jet black hair dropping around her as she stood, looking around quite lost like, red eyes filled with worry and near erupting into waterworks. Eleanor let out a quiet sigh and approached the girl, who seemed rather shy and wary in return.


"Hey.. It is..alright. I do not bite.. Well, most of the time." She mused, her accent light, her words flowing together in one smooth line, reminiscent of her roots within France, a small smile painting her lips as she looked down at the smaller female. She had developed the ability to switch the accent on or off more or less after years of coming here and hearing so many others, and going to other places where she didn't want to stand out for a time being. It came in handy. If she really focused she could hide it completely, but she didn't feel the need to. "Anyways, I take it you are lost..?" She questioned the girl, whom nodded, green eyes darting about as she replied in the affirmative quietly.


"Heading to the amphitheatre hm..?" El asked yet another question, unsurprised to receive another affirmative response. "Alright. That is where I am heading.. But you are close anyways.. Just head down here and go down your first left, then just keep going straight." She informed, again unsurprised as the girl swiftly thanked her before running off. She remembered back to her first year, when the upperclass students seemed so much larger, and untouchable, and she'd felt so much smaller. That soon changed of course, but the first day had been the worst, so she didn't blame the girl for running off. With another brief glance around, she herself continued on her way, soon coming to enter the amphitheatre, which was still as large and the same as ever.

 

[tem502]

After greeting the headmaster, Florence wandered along towards the ampitheatre, waving and smiling as she went along, exchanging the occasional pleasantry.


Along the way, Elanor, greeted her and she sunnily greeted her back until she wandered off.


She got on well and knew the name of virtually everyone in the school, but her friend base had been with her roommate and her other final year friends, so she hadn't completely gotten to know anyone yet.


Spotting a fellow third year, Avery Crow, she smiled warmly as she dropped casually into a sightly battered cushioned chair next to her.


While the girl was in the same year as her, in previous years she had only had a couple of shared lessons, and since she had hung out with elder students in years previous she only had a passing familiarity with the girl.


"Hi, Avi." She said with a pleasant smile and a warm tone of voice, calling virtually everyone she knew by some form of nickname whether she barely knew them or not.


As she sat she removed her hat and rested it in her knee, her watery hair suddenly splashing out and running down to her shoulders in an initial surge, before subsiding to a pleasant tinkle. "Have a nice summer?"


Looking around, she also saw Erin nearby, who again was only a rough aquaintance.


Hey Red!" She exclaimed, calling him by the colour of his hair without the slightest hint of meanness.


Given her own situation she was unlikely to ever make fun of someone for their hair; let alone the fact she had a tempramant that could melt ice.


She was so kind hearted she didnt even realise some people would make fun of others for their appearance, let alone do it herself.


"Did you have fun as well?"

 

[EccentricallyDriven]

Letting his bag slip off of his shoulder and on to the ground, stretching his arms high to try and rid himself of the stiffness that had found its way into his muscles on the long car ride to the school. People were milling around him, many of them frantic first years asking shy questions of older students and teachers alike. It felt more like the second home he'd come to know with the constant background noise of friends greeting friends, the hellos to to the headmaster and the cat that was a constant by his side, the thrum of moving bodies against the grand marble floor--the silence in this area had been uncomfortable, to say the least.


Erin didn't bother wondering where any of his friend's were, he'd find them later if he wanted company. He grunted softly as he pick up the backpack again and went in the direction of the ampitheatre. Though his legs were long, he kept his pace slow so he wouldn't have to deal with walking behind people who were faster than him--forcing him to weave through the flow of people.


He was just getting settled, thumbing through a book he'd started on the way there, in when a girl jolted him by calling his name. Looking up for a moment, he saw a girl-what was her name-Avery sitting down. She was a year below him, but they'd had a few classes together. As a rule, he tried not to remember much about those he hardly interacted with so he didn't know much about her except for her interesting abilities with shadows and that they both knew that the proper way to spell colour was with the U and . He lifted his arm, two fingers up, "You, too." There, social contract completed.


Avery said something he couldn't quite make out and in the next moment was interrupted by the cheeriest voice he'd heard that day. Erin didn't mind happy people, his sister was one of those, but those that called him Red were irritating beyond belief. What did she have to be so happy about, anyway? Yes, Riverview was a home to almost all of them and returning was always something to look forward to but God.


She's just happy, Erin. Nothing to get upset over. If you ignore her, maybe she'll realize you're refusal to answer to your hair color.

 

[LannaRae]

" You too." Erin held up two fingers, and quickly returned to whatever he was doing before. She smiled, mostly in relief that he didn't find out, and also at his curt way of social interaction. She was about to pick a book or something to occupy herself with while she waited for the hall to fill up when a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention.


Avery looked up, surprised, when someone plopped casually down onto the seat next to her. Turning to see who she was, she was even more surprised to find that it was Florence Waters, the Naiad girl. She was in the same year as her, and even though never talked much or hung around each other outside of class, she knew Florence was a lovely person. She was like a huge ball of sunshine, always there to brighten up the class. But some people found her irritating, though Avery wasn't one of them. " Good day to you, Florence," she replied, smiling at the girl.


When Florence brought up the question of Summer, Avery cringed internally. ' Well, my Summer wasn't very...enjoyable, to say the least. My grandfather had invited some of our relatives and friends over, but they weren't really...discreet about not liking my "abilities". I even heard a few of my cousins call me a freak of nature.' She sighed, and shrugged, " Ah, well. What can I do? I can't force them to accept me for who I am. Their scorn manifests from their fears, and you can't just tell someone to stop being afraid. So it doesn't really matter, I guess." Her voice trailed off and her eyes scanned the room dreamily. After a moment of silence, she chuckled airily, " It's fine. As long as my grandfather and I are fine with who I am, I don't need their acceptance. And most definitely won't change who I am to please those who will never understand."

 

[tem502]

Flow shrugged to herself as Erin didn't reply. He'd talk to her when or if he felt like it.


As far as she was concerned she's just called to him by his most visible- and to her, nicest- feature, and didn't even realise it might be considered rude.


She listened with a genuine sympathy as Avery talked about her summer, her face mirroring her emotions like a clear pool.


"Good for you, Avi." She said as she mentioned she wasn't going to let it bother her. "On the way here someone realised in not human and threw their drink at me. Well...jokes on them for obvious reasons." She said with a laugh.


"I went back home and paid my respects to the family lake." She said, her tone suprisingly peacable considering she was talking about the place her small family had been killed.

 

[ErisianDialects]

True to form, Erin was drunk. First day back at school and she had spent the past two days in town, firmly entrenched in a disreputable bar. What was a new turn of events was that she actually arrived to the school under her own power, having walked it with her large dufflebag and only stopping to expel alcohol orally twice. She was building up a resistance, even though she still smelled like an explosion in a distillery.


To be fair, it was the only way that she could actually face school in general, and the other students in specific. She had one of the guards on her as soon as she got within spitting distance of the school, her silent shadow, making damn sure he kept out of her range and personal space. Even Erin was unsure if it was for her protection or the protection of others. One day she was going to find out, but until then, or until her shadow broke what little privacy she was afforded, she hadn't bothered pushing the issue. Coming here with fatalities had that particular sword of Damocles hovering over her head.


She didn't make friends, she had people she respected, and those that she didn't. It made things easier for all involved. First day. She would wander through the school, still lugging her bag, heading into the amphitheater. She would put the bag on the floor in a back corner, as far from everyone as she could allow herself and sat on it, sunglasses being put over her eyes. She was tired, hadn't sweated out enough of the alcohol to make a mark, and sat on her bag, leaning back into the corner, crossing her jean clad legs as she got comfortable. Eyes closing behind the dark shades, her head tilting back as she started to have a nap. She didn't care, one way or another, if she was here or not. Unfortunately, other people had gotten her here. At least her shirt was plain and black.


Until classes started, however, this was all just a farce, a waste of time.


She began to snore very quietly.

 

[Krystael]

Christina sighed, she wasn't exactly late yet, but then again, she wasn't really on time. She rushed through the gates up the stairs of the academy, her loose white long sleeve billowing around her small form as she ran, her pale jeans tight on her legs but didn't seem to be impeding her movements. Her dark hair was bouncing and falling in her aface as she ran, sliding to a stop in a slightly filled hall, "Oh. Hello everyone..." The soft Scottish accent that lilted through her voice obviously was subdued, something she'd trained her self to do to fit in better.


The girl plopped her large duffle bag on the floor, her suitcase coming to a stop behind her legs as she came to a stop. The train ride had been long, and then she had to get some poor cabby to give her a ride here, and since the place was supposed to be kind of low key, she had manipulated his memories a bit. And paid him very very well. The teenager always felt horrible when she manipulated someone's actions.


Soft green eyes scanned the area, looking for someone she knew, hoping that her almost kind of friends, really just acquaintances, were here. Unfortunately se didn't see any of them... "Ugh." She flopped back to sit on her duffle, most of her books and other 'items' were in her suitcase. In all honesty, she wanted to go take a nap, find her new room first obviously. But she hadn't slept well on the train. As ironic as it seemed, she didn't sleep well, had problems falling and staying asleep, especially in large moving things. So she was exhausted now.

 

[tacere]

Eleanor glanced around curiously, taking in the sight of everyone else who was already in the amphitheatre before taking a seat in a relatively empty area, four rows from the back, distanced from anyone else that had already took their seats. It's not that she was antisocial, but she didn't really go out of her way seeking conversations, nor did she purposely start pointless ones, well, at least with those she didn't know all that well. She would be content to sit here in silence, alone with her thoughts. She couldn't help but sigh lightly when a pack of first years sat in front of her, whispering about themselves, some whispering excitedly, some wide eyed and nervous, and a few arrogantly confident seeming.


El wondered if she had seemed so young and annoying when she was a first year. She hoped she hadn't, but she had to admit to herself she probably did, at least for the first part of the year. She ran her fingers through the locks of her hair, her eyes flicking up towards the podium, wondering how long this would take, and if it would just be the same spiel as last year. She rather hoped there would be a new one. That would make things at least a bit more interesting.


Running her hands down the sides of her pants, smoothing out some of the creases in them, she leaned back into a slightly more relaxed position, crossing her ankles as her thoughts drifted absentmindedly through her memories from the past year, from all the funny moments in class, all the interesting fights and trips outside of it, and all the quiet days spent in the library. She'd heard from others, that apparently she didn't seem like much of a reader, but Eleanor had always valued knowledge, and there was plenty of it to be found within the pages of a book, so while she didn't spend the majority of her time tucked away in the library, she still spent a good chunk of it there.


Wonder when this is going to get started.. I suppose more people need to show up first for that to happen.. Oh well... Not like I'm in a rush to go anywhere, but still, if I end up sitting her idly for a half hour, just waiting for all this to start, I'm going to be irritated.. Let's hope it doesn't come to that..

 

[The Empress of Ice]

Nadia waited patiently for the girl to finish her duties in the bathroom, going through the students files once again. So far, only a few had caught her attention yet the weird part was that most of them weren't that special at all. At least when it comes to their abilities. Rather she felt that they are in some way... Extraordinary... Even here at Riverview Academy, where the craziest of the bunch reside. She was so deep in thought that she barely noticed when the redhead appeared before her. The girl, smiling shyly, waited for a few minutes before muttering out a few words. Nadia gasped in shock as she apologized before putting the files in her bag again, the two heading off to the Amphitheater.


Nadia's eyes roamed the school halls as their footsteps echoed among the other students, she took in each one of them; remembering their names so easily that they, in her eyes, wore name-tags. Her gift came in handy that way but then again, she didn't want to scare the girl beside her by asking her how her plants were doing. Or point out the fact that she found the girls middle name, Margaret, was a beautiful name. That tends to make most of them run away or stare in wonder, she had even noticed some questioning glances their way. They wouldn't believe that she was a student nor a professor, so that left only one option, an option that may have been true last year.


Margaret shook her head at a few of them, which Nadia believed to be her friends, as they, in one way or the other, indicated the lady beside her. One of the girl's friends even asked if Margaret had gotten a Splicer and the girl had shook her head so hard that Nadia could swear that the girl got whiplash. Smiling softly as they entered the Amphitheater, Nadia waved as the girl went and joined her friends. She let herself enjoy the sight of students rejoining their friends, hugs and kisses being exchanged. She even walked past a student which suspiciously smelled of alcohol. Turning her head to the culprit, she eyed her up and down; instantly recognizing her as Erin Sage. The girl was definitely on her list of 'Special' students. She had even pondered on if she should confront the girl about her consuming alcohol when she was a minor but it was then that it hit her.


She was to meet Ilay in the Entrance Hall before heading over here! Nadia turned so quickly that she seemed like a blur but slowed down as shining bronze skin caught her eye. A shower of relief washed over her as she ran over to the very reason she decided to work here.


-----------------------------


Ilay had given the girl a small smile of his own, but it seemed more like a shadow of a smile; yet it was special as he would never give any other student sort of affection. So when she whined slightly, he threw the girl a worried glance. Was she okay? At least he knew it wasn't his fault entirely as she hadn't touched him, obviously the effect would have been stronger. He wanted to touch her arm as an reassurance but knew that it would only bring disasters and so he nodded at her words, following her wisely to the Amphitheater. Nadia would surely notice his absence and go on to the Amphitheater herself, so he did not worry about following her commands this one time. Actually, he was hoping to find her there before the assembly started.


So when they arrived, his eyes searched for hers and once he found them, he tugged on Vanessa's shirt. Nadia, herself walked over to them with a small, relieved smile. "I almost forgot our little arrangement but then again, when do I ever remember them?" Her soft voice traveled through the air before she noticed Ilay's eyes wandering to her bag. He had repeatedly brushed his long hair away from his face and Nadia knew her son all to well. Swiftly she took out a black hair tie and his talking-board.


The board itself was made by Desmond Aristoteles, a man which had graduated from Riverview merely seven years ago. His power was useful as he could not only communicate with everything that possessed any sort of spirit but also was able to create 'items' that attached itself to its owner. On this special occasion, there was a simple white-board for Ilay. The board itself was connected to Ilay's thoughts and letter would magically appear on it so the boy could communicate. And just as magically they appeared, they would disappear. Obviously, the board had a limit to what could appear on it as Ilay must 'confirm' it.


Ilay gathered his dark locks with his fingers and soon his soft hair was gathered in a low pony-tail. His talking board in his hands, pointing to his mother. I had broken our little arrangement myself, so there is nowhere to put the blame. He shook his head furiously as his eyes wandered on to Vanessa. Mother, you remember Vanessa right?





"Yes, yes I do. How have you been, dear?" She continued on by giving the girl a small hug, her gentle voice once again taking flight, "I hope Ilay here hasn't given you to much trouble... Have you now, you little punk?"


Of course not! I am but an angel! The boy playfully replied as he moved on to one of the many seats in the Amphitheater. The assembly will start soon, hurry up and take a seat.

 

[TheFallOfitAll]

Kyra and John already had a seat, however uncomfortable it was, for obvious reasons. Kyra had made sure to sit away from people, she wasn't a people person, and John, he was a book person. So, being who she was and who he was, the two had made the unspoken agreement to sit away from people so that she could be awhile from them, and so that he could read his book. She looked at the cover of it, and saw the title. Stephen King's The Shining. She'd heard of it, but never read it.


Leaning back in her seat, arms behind her, she spoke.


"That drunken wretch back there, I 'ope to all 'Ell she's not my roomie, I don't need that near me. I'd likely need a splica' halfway through the year."


John looked up from his book so that he could look behind him to spot the girl, softly asleep.


"Yeah," He spoke, a one word answer, like always.


Ivan had shut the Library by now, he'd soon be back, but to him, if he was not present, none should be. His shiny black dress shows clicked upon the floor as he began his way to the amphitheater, he'd been there before, many times. Now, as he neared the area, he saw the mass of students, the typical first years, looking scared and afraid, and then the others, less scared. And even some who just didn't want to be here. He didn't blame them, before, he himself had always had to move, making sure none knew him long.


Stepping into the amphitheater, making sure he was as discreet as a seven foot tall Russian could be, he now stood beside the door, watching each student enter, he'd speak not a word until the time came.

 

[Nyx]

Frederick felt a little late in arriving to Riverview Academy. At least late by his standards which were lax at best, so that made him panic even more. He didn't expect to sleep in at all and the alarm clock had failed to wake him up at the appointed time. Without even 2 minutes passing by, he had already put on his uniform and suffered a headache which forced him back to the bed. He was used to weathering such attacks brought on by unconscious use of his innate ability, the years he's spent in Riverview wasn't all useless and definitely not fun and games.


Out of all the students in there he had possibly brought much attention to himself because of his ability. There was always that time of the week where they would test to see how long he could stretch augmenting his body. Instead of increasing the time, he had simply grown more resilient to the adverse effects. However, they would still not give up, according to them, he was improving by the millisecond. It was a small upgrade but it was possibly better than nothing. Though, how a millisecond could actually help him in a fight was beyond his comprehension.


Once again he had called on his ability to speed his progress to the nearby academy. It was strange to feel that he was the sole dorm resident as the staff had detained him for further testing. Not that his parents would agree to him sneaking back to Frankfurt during the break, they would personally send him back themselves and ensure he does what is asked of him before returning home to monitoring Frankfurt. Frederick had always tried his best to be his best so his parents didn't have to go through the hassle of seeing his face every month or so due to an incident or something along those lines. Worse still is if they bring up the subject of his struggling grades to his parents, effort does not certainly produce positive results. He had to learn how to work smart rather than hard.


The headmaster was to give an opening speech in the amphitheater, welcoming freshmen and senior students alike to Riverview. Though he could simply avoid all that, he didn't want to have his parents called for not being able to attend the opening ceremony. Frederick always feared and put the best interests of his parents and family ahead of him, as if he were more Asian than European. He kept his mind away from the possible consequences and just hastened his pace through the school grounds to the amphitheater.


He quietly arrived at the amphitheater and took a seat, out of the hundreds of seats that were there. It looked like a sizable amount of the student body had arrived. They were all locked in conversation or maybe simply looking around and doing their own thing. It seemed as though he was safe as the headmaster had not begun the assembly yet and there were still a lot of vacant seats in the amphitheater. Worse comes to worst, he had already missed the speech and all he's seeing here are simply the remains of the assembly.

 

[Vitorix]

Vanessa followed Ilay without another word, her head pounding still from the earlier experience with multiple loud voices entering her head. She would need to work on tolerance this year for sure.. She pushed her long silvery strands of hair over her right shoulder so that it bounced lightly against her back as she walked. The girl placed her fingers on each of the young boy's clothed shoulders, glancing tediously at a couple of Riverview boys, who appeared to be a tad older than her. They were whispering something to each other and she caught the word "dangerous" as they offered her cold looks. She scowled and focused on the path ahead of her as she walked. There was half of the student body that treated her like royalty to be on god terms with the Headmaster, some that feared her, some that hated her and very few that actually took the time to get to know the blonde haired female. Ilay was currently the only individual to do so.


But as Ilay, oblivious to the whole concept of her being a developed woman, tugged gently on her shirt, causing the loose fabric around her shoulders to slightly pull down, exposing the top part of her bosom. She squeaked softly and frantically pulled it up to cover herself once more, nervously glancing around to see if anyone had caught the sight of her flesh. She felt heat rise, pink dusting along her cheekbones. Vanessa was not normally flustered and this was a rare sight indeed. She moved elegantly towards Nadia and offered a smile.


"Greetings, Professor Aurelius. I've been well and how are you?" She glanced down at Ilay as his mother fussed with him, teasing and prodding. "No, he caused no trouble at all." She then guided herself to an empty chair located beside Frederick, her gaze shifting to watch Nadia and Ilay who were only inches away. There was a seat located to the left of her for Ilay. "Professor," she spoke smoothly now, "I believe the Headmaster saved the seats that you can see at the front, facing the student body for the professors. The one closest to him, of course." She then leaned back in her seat and looked towards the front, her expression growing blank. She felt the need to dip into everyone's thoughts but knew that in a room with this many people would likely cause internal bleeding and possibly death.

Calla Lerkelashvor quickly cleaned up her work space a little before she pulled on her white lab coat. She was a beautiful woman, with long yellowy-blonde hair. She quickly closed the door to the lab behind her but not before she leaned down and breathed softly onto the lock. White chilled hair expelled from her mouth and coated the lock in a thick layer of ice, one that wasn't easy to get through, not even with fire. This was her type of security system. The doctor then turned and made her way towards the amphitheatre. With a swift turn around the corner and in through the door she paused to bask in the noise that sprouted from the ten rows of students. She caused bits of conversations as she made her way towards the front of the room and took a seat in one of the professor chairs at the front, watching the students silently. The headmaster seemingly hadn't showed yet -- he was likely ordering her new test tubes before he came down.


Ichor meowed loudly from behind her and she tipped her head down slightly to gaze at the black cat that currently rubbed her whole body all over her. "Oh, hello, Ichor" She picked the cat up and set her idly onto her lap, fingers brushing through her sleek fur with a soft hum. However, she lifted her head to watch the headmaster enter from the back of the amphitheatre and slowly made his way towards the front, through the gap in the two separate rows of students, seemingly hushing the crowd as he passed each row. Once he reached the front of the room, there was utterly silence.

With a quiet entrance like that, Iannes was quite proud of his students for silencing themselves as he walked. It made him feel powerful and almighty. The man then turned towards the podium, leaning carefully against the tall wooden thing. A microphone was located just under his beard. He opened his hands in a dramatic greeting.


"Welcome!" his voice boomed through the room. The man didn't even need a microphone, "To Riverview Academy!" The soft cheers were pleasing sound that came from the many students. He chuckled and waited for them to calm down and allow their voices to fade out.


"I would like to start off with a little introduction to Riverview and how things work around here and then we can get down to what you all want to hear -- DNA testing and attaining partners. Riverview Academy is a school for the gifted children from the age 12-19, branching off from the Order of the Red Hood in hopes of preparing qualified youth for a life of service in the Order. It typically houses those possessing supernatural abilities that normal humans -- or as we call them, "mundanes" -- can only theorize about, but there is the occasional average human that catches the Academy's eye through their exceptional talents that may be considered beneficial or an asset to Riverview.


This, clearly, if you look around at the students surrounding you... is no ordinary school where you learn about conventional subjects that mundanes would study. You students at Riverview are taught about your abilities, how to control them, and how to use them against crime and nightmarish adversaries through a selection of unique courses.


The academy's curriculum consists of Combat AND History of the Paranormal, taught by Professor Aurelius," he gestured to the woman, prompting her to stand to show who she was to the students.


"Supernatural Studies, taught by your very own charming Headmaster," he stepped away to bow before returning to his spot.


"Last but not least, weaponry taught by our very own student here at Riverview Academy... Vanessa Chernikova!" He bellowed proudly and then looked across the row of where the professors were supposed to be sitting. Vanessa must be located in the audience.


"Vanessa, stand up and show everyone who you are."


With hesitation and a fearful look at Ilay, the slender female slowly stood up. Her long blonde hair seemed to glimmer beautifully under the light of the room. She towered over the sitting students awkwardly, her soul-piercing eyes sweeping across the room. If she didn't feel out of place before, she sure did now. The girl then sat down, her hands shaking.


"Partners are assigned by the lab of the school based on DNA, blood type, and general compatibility. The scientist that will be doing all of this will be Dr. Lerkelashvor and I - take a stand, dear." She stood quickly and beamed bright, her eyes glistening. Calla then reseated herself.


"Once this speech is over, I will give you some time to unpack before we start to call you, one by one, to the lab. One student will be tested at a time and it will only take a few minutes of your time. So please, go unpack in your rooms and take a stroll around. Thank you for listening and I hope you all enjoy attending her-" Ichor jumped up on the podium and meowed into the mic. Laughter from students erupted like a wave. The headmaster's ear tips started to burn red. Suddenly, the cat jumped down in front of the students and shifted. After a few inhuman seconds, a woman in a black leather catsuit stood in front of them. Tobus groaned and placed a hand on his forehead, turning away. The girl offered a charming smile.


"Uh-hum!" she tapped the mic twice as she moved around to stand behind it. "It's on!", someone muttered.


"I know that," she spat back with some sass. The girl pulled out a piece of paper.


"I would like to read a poem called "To a Skylark", she glanced up at Tobus who was trying to compile himself.


"Hail to thee, blithe spirit!


Bird thou wert,


That from heaven, or near it,


Pourest thy full heart


In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.


Higher still higher


From the earth thou springest


Like a cloud of fire;


The blue deep thou wingest,


And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.


In the golden lightning,


Of the setting sun,


O'er which clouds are brightening,


Thou dost float and run


Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun."


Silence. She shifted back to her cat form and trotted off. Headmaster Tobus walked back to the podium and coughed.


"You are now dismissed."

 

[tacere]

Eleanor had been rather amused throughout the whole thing. She recognized most of the professors from years past, and the ending of the whole speech had been, ..interesting, to say the least. She stood from where she was seated upon hearing that they were dismissed, and left quickly, beating the brunt of the crowd of students that would be rushing out as well. She'd head to her dorm and unpack, having no real need or urge to stick around and converse with anyone.


Her stuff had already been dropped off before she arrived, thanks to one of those that worked for her family. Honestly she would've been fine with lugging it around with her, but her mother had insisted. Honestly she had grown tired of her mother's 'insisting' years ago, but going against her was something she tried to avoid near the start of the school year, lest she be stuck at the manor even longer. She hated it there, the air about the place was so, pompous and arrogant. She longed for the independence and casualness that came with her leaving the place and ever watchful gaze of her family, which she so received here. Thank god for that.


Time to head to my dorm.. I do believe I'm in the same room as last year.. That's nice.. Now I do not have to bother getting used to a new location. Wonder who I'll be partnered with.. No reason to fret about it though.. I'm sure it'll be a good match, hopefully, that's what testing's for after all.. I shall deal with all that when the time comes..


Upon walking down the hall back the way she came, El found herself being bumped into from behind, forcibly shoved ahead a few steps. She had to briefly resist the urge to whip around and attack out of habit. She was in school, these were students. Not enemies. Still, she was rather annoyed, and put a hand out, stopping the brown haired, younger male who'd run into her, probably a second year she guessed. "You best be watching where you are going." She replied coolly. "There are those that would react much more violently than I should you have run into them instead of me."


The boy was surprised to have been stopped, and he looked down, mumbling an apology. El could see a tinge of annoyance mixed with embarrassment in his gaze. With a sigh she pulled her arm back. "Go on then. Get on your way." She finished, pulling her hand back from the male, shaking her head as she watched the guy run back up to catch up with his friends who sniggered at him for the encounter. She pushed the moment to the back of her mind, sticking her hands into her pockets as she continued onwards at a brisk yet casual pace.

 

[Nyx]

It wasn't long after his arrival that the opening ceremony had begun. As usual, the headmaster had something about him that demanded attention from the students. He glanced around to see everyone either attentively pay attention to the brief speech or trying to at least, this was officially his third year and the speech didn't seem to change at all.


The headmaster welcomed the students though Stahl never really left because he had been detained for further testing by a separate team, they were trying to push the limits of his physical augmentation. The headmaster told them to unpack their things but Stahl never really packed for this break. He had been resident over the break for testing purposes.


What drew his attention most was Ichor, the headmaster's cat, he found it amusing that it would jump on the podium and try to speak, then it went on to blow his mind out the window. Ichor turned into a woman dressed in a black leather suit, it seemed form fitting to say the least, she then began addressing the student body in her own way after which he headmaster dismissed everyone.


The students began filing out of the amphitheater to go the dorms, most likely, to unpack. It was either that or wander around aimlessly in the campus hoping to pass the time until they were called for testing. Frederick himself navigated through the thick crowd of students that were in the halls, he tried to move past them but ended up bumping one or two, to whom he addressed a short apology.

 

[tem502]

As flow finished speaking to Avery, the headmaster started his speech.


Despite her general flightyness and tendancy to shift her attention from one thing to another with a rapid pace, she listened attentively and respectively to him.


She held all of the faculty in high regard, but her respect for the headmaster almost bordered on reverence.


He had been the one who'd had the final say on her being accepted into the school, and someone of technically monsterous descent being accepted into the school had kicked up a lot of fuss at the time, even if they were a peacable race.


The building was designed for teaching people how to fight monsters, after all.


With time she'd managed to win over most people with her friendly, honest demeanour and willingness to accept anyone for who they are flaws and all, though she still encountered the occasional bit of hostility from the more pig headed members of the school.


She was one of the least shocked members of the audience when Ichor transformed, and almost literally the only person in the room who clapped politely after the poem, her clapping ringing out hollowly and then fading into the awkward silence.


Looking around, she frowned in confusion slightly when noone else applauded.


Once upon a time her family had read poetry every night, but that had been a while ago.


As the headmaster dismissed them, Florence stood up and put her hand on Avery's shoulder fondly. "Im going to go say hello to the library, Avi. I hope I see more of you this year." With that she gave her a little bow and swept her hat onto her head, and set off along the halls to find where her room was this year so she could drop off her very small bag of possesions, and check the room was alright for her.

 

[The Empress of Ice]

Professor Aurelius





The name sounded so foreign in Nadia's ears as she continued to smile politely at the girl, her body adjusting to her son's position without her own knowledge. "I'm a bit... Anxious... but excited nonetheless." Her voice drifted through the air as she ran her fingers through her messy hair. She was beyond tired, her eyes shifting through the crowd again. She had found herself dizzy as for every face her eyes came upon, there was a name, age and power. Countless lesson plans filtered through her mind, making her nod absentmindedly at the girl's words, a slight pounding taking over her mind. Nadia seemed to instantly decide that lunch for her would be eaten somewhere less crowded then the cafeteria, otherwise she would have a migraine by the end of the day.


Ilay on the other hand, seemed more energetic and sat next to Vanessa once his mother left for the seats up front. He had been at this school for three years, detained in the living quarters and this was the first he'd see the headmaster give a speech. Sometimes he would hear a few words through his window or he would see students chatting loudly outside the dorms, excited for the years to come. At times, he'd wish to join them but instead he would seek out Vanessa and her company. The young girl was, in his eyes, much like a best friend.


Nadia had taken a few steps down the rows when a sudden silence seemed to break through the noise, slightly startled the young lady looked back to meet the sight of the headmaster. For each step he took, for each student noticing his presence, the silence deepened. Swiftly Nadia walked past the rows herself, finding it disrespectful to come later then the headmaster. Her long legs passed rows after rows, greeted by the sight of a hundred lesson plans flickering through her mind.


Great, now I'll have a headache for the rest of the day.





She dread to meet more faces as she sat down, avoiding eye-contact with the students. The headmasters words were direct and to the point, making her smile softly. At least she wouldn't need to listen through an hour long speech about rules and what not. This was proved even more solid as her name was mentioned, making her stand up briefly before sitting down. A small gasp reached her ears as she met Margaret, the redhead's, eyes. Nadia chuckled, after all; she had told the girl that she had quite another position in the school.


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Once the amusing and interesting poem was finished by the overly enthusiastic cat, Ilay gave Vanessa a reassuring smile. You shouldn't be afraid from their attention, it comes with the job as a Professor. The letters appeared for merely a minute before being replaced. I suppose you'll want to pack your things up, I'll go and bother Dr. Lerkelashvor to test me.





Once the words disappeared, the young boy stood up to see the swarm of students exiting the Amphitheater. Ilay could envision the countless disastrous situations which would happen if he joined them. A silent sigh escaped his lips as he sat down, waiting for the rush of students to pass by. His eyes wandered over to his mother, her dark locks being carried by the wind. Admiring her beauty, the young boy couldn't help the gentleness his eyes showed. A shadow of a smile graced his lips, as he watched her greet the headmaster, talking briefly with the man as she handed over more than a few files which were in a bundle.


"H-Headmaster Solothrone!" Nadia's voice reached out, her body moving in between the few students that decided to come and greet the Headmaster. "Headmaster Solothrone! I've been planning to meet you before the assembly but I never had the chance to." She pointed out softly once she found herself in front of him. Seemingly stressed, the young lady forced a polite smile onto her lips as she didn't care to listen to his words for now.


"I'd love to discuss things but I really need to unpack my stuff, Sir. Here is my lesson plans for the semester, most of them are simple and of routine but these," She handed over her 'special' list which contained detailed lesson plans for all the students she deemed 'special' inside yet there was one file that was completely empty of words except the name of the student. "They are... slightly... more detailed then the others. And as you'd notice here," She pointed at the empty file with the student's name, "Vanessa is 'unplanned'. Not to be rude, Sir, but putting here on my special list isn't happening any time soon nor do I believe that she needs a lesson plan. She has more potential to learn something, anything actually, if I'm allowed to see what she can do and what opportunities she has."


Nadia sighed of relief once she finished her little speech, giving the headmaster her files and ideas as she was flocked by other students which wanted to speak with him. Giving them a wink, she slipped away from his surroundings, "Your students seem eager to speak with you, Sir. I'll leave you to them!"


After jogging her way up the rows, Nadia noticed her son's silent chuckling; she found it adorable even if it had no sound. Ruffling his hair on her way out, she muttered out her whereabouts in case he needed her later. The boy, himself, hadn't cared to answer, knowing his mother would not need an answer. Slowly he stood up, swiftly dodging any sort of human contact as he walked pass the lingering crowd. His footsteps became one of a hundred as he walked near the walls in the dark halls. The students voices echoed to then blend in with the surroundings as he took his time walking to the lab.


Standing outside the door of the lab, Ilay remembered that they would be called and once again, a small sigh without any sound filled the air. His lean body strolled over to the opposite side of the lab-door, to the wall where he would let his body slip onto the floor; seating himself in front of the door while he waited for his name to be called.


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Maybe it was the sinister look of the school or maybe it was the fact that they were expected to fight monsters that Nadia believed her room, which was merged with her office, would be much like a mental hospital. Her room was actually quite nice, making her feel slightly disappointed. The walls were a dark ocean blue color with traces of white swirls, complemented with the white ceiling and dark tree flooring. A large double-bed was at the far left side of the room, with two bedside tables; one with a small reading lamp. Very few windows was seen, much to Nadia's pleasure. She took it on herself to continue to roam her new living place, throwing her bag on her bed and her vest in the small closet she found earlier.


She noticed a desk which was situated against the wall on the right side, a few bookshelves decorating the wall. Her hands gentle touching the few books they contained, among them her favorite history book; The Origin. A white couch, a glass table and a 24 inches plasma TV was situated at the middle of the room. A small opening to the right of the room lead to a small kitchen area for her to use.


And the doors blended into the walls as they also were white, one leading to the rather magnificent bathroom. The bathroom having the same theme as the room, had a shower and a slightly large bathtub. Two sinks lined the wall and to the right, was yet another door leading to the toilet seat. Nadia saw herself taking a long bath for the day before falling down on her inviting bed.


Yet none of this compared to her office as she took hesitant steps once she entered. It, from different from her living area, was decorated in completely black. Her walls having only one large window behind her strong dark mahogany desk. The comfortable, fluffy chairs in front of her desk, was nothing when they were facing her dark, leather chair. A computer to the left side of it and a few neatly stacked papers, which she noticed was information on the students, to her right. The room even had a separate coffee machine, complemented with a mini fridge containing water bottles and drinks. Another long bookshelf, this time filled with study-material and large history books, even some guides on combat strategy.


This made her eyes widen in admiration as she sat on her black chair, facing the open doorway.

 

[Krystael]

Christina had sat attentively through the student body assemby. She was anxious to get her stuff unpacked and now that she thought a bout it, but that still didn't make her any less tired. She sighed, standing and grabbing her bags to head up to the rooms. Maybe she would just visit the library while she waited for her own testing. The teen stumbled as she tried to brush her loose mass of dark hair out of her face, her bags unbalancing at the loss of her steadying touch, "Piss, bloody ca-" Green eyes blinked as she caught herself before finishing the string of cursing, her Scottish accent having increased ten fold in that momentarily lapse of control.


The young girl was never really one to talk to the Headmaster, if only because he intimidated her somewhat. No matter how goofy he may seem, you don't become the headmaster of a school like Riverview without having some kind of secret. and Christina was content to let those secrets stay hidden and secret. So, she righted her bags once more and set off to drop off her bags off, hoping that the library had gotten a few new additions.


Green eyes kept to the ground for the most part, noticing the feet of the people walking around her, some who were obviously first years, some obviously older years, and others like her who were just kind of in between. Every now and then she would look up to apologize to someone if she bumped into them with her bag, but otherwise kept to herself. She didn't talk to people much, it was easy to lull them to sleep by accident, and they didn't need people randomly passing out in the halls.