Riverview Academy (The Role Play)

[TheFallOfitAll]

Kyra and John sat through the speech, they'd been here before so nothing was exactly new, asides from the shape shifting cat. After that, Kyra stood, late, after all the other students were almost out, and tapped her brother on the shoulder.


"Well? You coming? You're the one with our stuff," She spoke, waiting for him to stand. He did, and grabbed onto their gear. Groaning as he hauled it behind him.


Mumbling something to himself, he glanced at all the other students and sighed, thinking about how some of them are new kids who don't have a clue what's going on, and others have been here before and know how it all works.


Ivan had stood his ground throughout the speech, silent the entire time, he was out the door and back to the library before anyone stood up. When you're over five hundred, you learn to move fast and silent. He now unlocked the doors, and stepped in, turning the lights on. He now expected some of students from years past to find their way to the library, and to try to talk to him, or get a book, all that. It was something he was used to, and had come to expect as the Librarian.

 

[tem502]

Florence wondered along to the her new room, pushing the old oak door open and peeking in.


Whomever her roommate was, they apparently hadn't been into the room yet.


With a smile she noted the nice; if currently slightly characterless room, and nodded with approval when she saw rather than the standard pair of beds, their was instead one bed with a free standing bathtub next to it for her to sleep in.


Dropping her small bag of possessions onto the bed, reasoning she could unpack later, she wandered back out humming along the way to the library.


Despite it being a public room they were all allowed in without permission, she nevertheless knocked politely on the side of the door before entering, the model of decorum.


Stepping into the door she saw the tall Slavic librarian. She'd had most books lent to her by her elder friend last year, so she hadn't really talked to him before, but she was naturally respectful of all the faculty, and she wasnt one to be intimidated by someones appearance.


"Hullo Professor. Kreshnov, Sir." She said with a polite curtsey with had gone out of fashion near a century ago. "Hullo, books." She said to the library itself, along with another curtsey.

 

[tacere]

Eleanor reached her dorm without any further notable happenings occurring. She checked to make sure all her stuff was there, packed nearly into a few pieces of luggage. She figured that unpacking would be best put off until later in the evening. El had only really came down here just to make sure she remembered how to find her dorm. The room was neat enough, filled with the furnishings that were average for this place. A desk here, dresser there, etc. It hadn't changed from last year.


I suppose this year should be similar to the last.. I should probably head back down, testing should be starting soon if it hasn't already, that always seems to be the priority on the first day at least, getting that all done.. My turn will come before I know it..


And with that she sauntered back out of the dorm room, down the hall, and then the staircase after that, ending up walking through the halls of the main floor like she had been what seemed like only moments earlier, moving lazily in the direction of the lab, in no real rush, but still planning on getting there soon enough. She was curious as to what the results of this test would lead to, but then again, she was curious about a whole lot of things, mostly things she couldn't predict or didn't know much about..


Her feet continued to carry her towards the stairs that led down to the sub levels, and within said sub levels, the lab. El figured she would wait around in a chair or something, somewhere around there.

 

[Caldwell]

Walking along the cobblestone path, Reyna put one foot over the other in a child like way, slowly moving closer and closer to the gates. Having seen multiple groups of students hurry past him, Reyna made no effort to increase his pace. Rather, he simply watched the nature around him, enjoying the feeling of the wind and the smell of the greenery. At one point, he paused and looked at a fluttering butterfly, one that simply flew about lazily and absent minded. Much like me... He thought, as he stretched his hand out, waiting for the insect to rest on his unmoving hand. He waited, and waited, and still waited, until the orange and black colored butterfly landed upon his still unmoving hand and lay still.


Looking ahead with a blank stare, he realized that he had not seen nor heard a student in quiet some time. Oh... I hope I'm not late... After some inner debate, he decided to continue walking ahead, much to his new friend's dislike. However, it settled with just resting on Reyna's head, as he walked evenly and briskly this time.


Eventually reaching the tall iron gate, Reyna stepped inside and made his way to the very quiet and still castle like school, noticing how surreal and ancient it felt. Having never entered the school before, he did not know where to begin, as he had hoped someone would meet with him once reaching the Entrance Hall. Hearing a very muffled and powerful voice from afar, Reyna settled on following it as he didn't feel like holding onto his old tattered duffel bag much longer. Moving his eyes upward where his small companion sat he whispered in a volume that rippled the quiet, "It'll be loud." After waiting for the butterfly to flutter away, which it decided not to, he slowly hoisted his bag behind his shoulder, as it was the most comfortable position for himself.


After making way to what appeared to be the Amphitheater, Reyna began to walk inside when he heard that same voice call out clearly, "Dismissed." "..." Unsure of what to do, he simply stepped to the side as the students began leaving in their incredibly loud ways, not that it made Reyna feel upset. Looking about, he desperately attempted to try and catch someone's attention, perhaps a student that had attended the school before. "Excu-" "I'm sorry but-" Each time the other students wouldn't even notice his attempts to reach out, so Reyna decided to just stand there, staring blankly ahead as people walked to and fro, with his new friend flapping it's wings uncertainly while still resting on his head.

 

[Kain]

Out of the window of the Bentley, Drake peered out of the tinted windows, on looking upon the Academy's inposing structure, heavy and cemented to the ground. His hazel eyes lingered on the symbol on the iron gate, tall and sombre, ivy vines hanging upon the dark rusty metal. He knew that it was on the order of his father that he was to go to this so-called Riverview Academy, but it looked quite.....old and....prison-like. He was deep in thought as they pulled up next to the gate and the chauffeur hurried over to open his door. As he did, Drake stood up, observing his surroundings more explicitly, his bag hanging on his back. The Chauffeur then gave his baggage, which he took with a light hand. The Headmaster gave his accord so that he would be introduced in the second year curriculum. Drake would never admit it but he thanked him.


With the dark short sword hanging on his belt, he strided down with long steps towards the main building, which looked much bigger that he thought of. There was the busy muttering of the students and the clatter of a busy way that rang in his ear, that would rather be better if it didn't exist at all. His black tie was loose against his neck, thumping against his chest in a steady motion, his brown hair sweeping away in the wind.


Drake was going for the amphitheatre, which he was to go, since the headmaster was to give an opening speech that he found quite tedious, but necessary to the learning of the students. He sighed when he slipped in the door, his luggage still in hand and sat in a free seat, which was far from all the noisy people discussing or standing idly, waiting for the headmaster to begin.


After the speech was finished, he didn't think much of it; Much of the student body, however, seemed to respect these individuals. He did, but not at the level that these people were. He grimly smiled to himself, which was more surprising for him, because he didn't do that very often, or yet, never did, for the exception of when his father first gave him his Christmas gift. Drake got up, the bench creaking under him, and spun around. His destination: to the dorms.


His room wasn't quite hard at all to find, as he just headed in the crowd of people (that he found properly annoying) and went to his proper dorm, on the second floor on one of the middle rooms, slightly to the left. He twisted the ivory handle and entered the room, which was as plain and proper as he thought it would be. Drake dropped his luggage on his bed, putting his bag on his desk. Unzipping his black luggage with robotic movements, he put all the clothes with scary efficiency in one of the drawers in the room. It was when he opened his bag that something hit him: They were going to assign a partner to him. He feared what that partner would be or what it would mean. But at the least, he thought that it would be just a drag. Drake shrugged it off and continued unpacking, thinking that this should be a thought that would be answered later.

 

[Vitorix]

Scientist Lerkelashvor stood as Ichor finished speaking, a large yet goofy grin plastered to her face. Not many people knew that Ichor also had a female human form, which was rarely used because the cat hated looking after a human body and tended to coat herself excessively with various perfumes, hindering the air from being breathable. Calla stretched her arms above her head in a joyous manner and swept towards the lab to prepare for testing.


Ten minutes later, the blonde stepped out of the lab and glanced down the hall.


"Next~" she called and disappeared once again, pulling a chair towards the testing table which the student would need to lay upon. It was lined with white parchment wax. She begun to place a small bottle, rubber band of the color red, needle, cotton swabs and a small scalpel.

Vanessa glowered after Ilay, her eyes flickering towards the ground. The girl had wanted him to help her unpack her large amount of stuff. She huffed a small sigh and smoothly moved from the room and headed towards the fourth year dorms for females. She passed many people, but seemed to look right through them. Passing a corner with a rub of her face, she bumped into John, who was carrying his and Kyra's stuff. As the baggage went flying and John sprawled onto the floor, the tall stature of the girl wavered and then tumbled down, landing just above him. But instead of it appearing foolish and stupid, she carefully held her body over his, the tips of her toes digging into the shined floors while her palms were pressed into the cold marble on either side of his head. She gazed down at him, her hair tickling at his face and frowned deeply.


"Sorry..."


She quickly stood and held out her hand while grabbing one of the luggage cases to pass to him once he took her hand. After the girl helped to hand him back all of the strewn baggage, she dipped her head and swept off quickly towards her dorm. Once the door was opened, she slipped inside and gazed towards her bed with a grin. All of her things were piled neatly on the top, thanks to some extra staff of Riverview that promised her they would do this. She used her heel to shut the door behind her before starting to unpack. There always seems to be more things than places.


"I can't believe I tanked that boy over in the halls..." she murmured softly as she braced her hands against the wooden dresser assigned for her clothing. She gazed down at the floor, suddenly ashamed of herself. Should she have said more to soothe him? Should she have helped him unpack or helped him take the stuff to his dorm? She cursed under her breath and rubbed the side of her neck until it was red and raw, her teeth pressing down into her lower lip as she thought of all the things she should have done but didn't.


Within time, Vanessa dropped her self wallowing pity and begun to put her clothing away. She unfolded things and placed them onto hangers before putting the curve of each one onto the matter bar with a clatter. The next was shoes and then hair stuff. The last on her list was books and miscellaneous objects that could reside... somewhere. She gazed around, trying to pick the perfect places. Before long, she had everything tidy and neat and slid the bags under her bed.

Iannes made his was towards the lab awkwardly and with a slight limp. His leg had begun to bother him over the summer and sometimes he found it painful to walk on. With a groan, he weaved through the many students and walked into the lab as Calla started to set things up. He made his way to the computer and sat down, pulling the questionnaire, a pen in hand.


The headmaster leaned back and turned his chair towards the door, waiting for the first student of the year to enter and get their testing done and over with.


"Please allow Ilay to enter first, seeing as he was the first here and eager to get it done."

 

[TheFallOfitAll]

John suddenly felt himself falling through the air, before he hit the ground. He was then very aware of who was above him, Vanessa, and how she apologized instantly. He let her help him stand, and watched as she helped with the baggage, but she was already gone before he could even have thanked her, and told her that mistakes happen. Even then, he was too shy to talk her, he'd never said a word to her in his life.


Kyra nudged him in the side, and smiled, "Maybe she likes ya," She then grabbed her stuff from his hands, and started walking to her room.


John stood there for a moment, before turning and heading to the gentlemen's dorm, lost in his own thoughts. Before long, he himself bumped into someone. He took a step back, and whispered, "Sorry."


The man he bumped into turned around, a frown on his face which turned rather fast into a smile, "Hey John! Long time no see buddy boy! How've you been? Quiet as usual, huh? Maybe we'll change that this year. I already checked and it seems we aren't rooming together like we did last year," The fellow spoke.


James Banner, tall, charismatic, and a lot luckier with women than he himself, John, would ever be. James almost always wore those shades he had, black aviators that always hid his eyes, even inside.


"Well? Don't you speak anymore John?" James asked, smiling.


"Yeah, I do," John said, sounding more like a whisper.


"Oh come on, be proud of yourself!" James told him, slapping him on the back rather hard.


~~~


"Ah, hello," Ivan said, watching the student, Florence, walk about his library. His voice wasn't exactly thick with an accent, but it was there, "I trust you are here to either check out a book or make conversation, no?"


~~~


Kyra walked into her room, to see Vanessa standing there, having just finished putting her stuff away. Kyra herself began to do the same thing, not saying a word until everything she needed away was so.


"Watch where you're goin' from now on, lassy, that was my brother you managed to slam into, at least you helped him up though," Kyra spoke, already heading out of the room and towards the lab to get her tests done.


~~~


Jack stood very close in line to the door, waiting. He wasn't exactly the first one there, but he'd been there fast enough. He sighed, and started to wonder about cars and all that. . .

 

[Ineffectivd]

The satisying clack of metal against metal rang through the bloodied streets of London, as she swept the blood off the blade with a slash at the air, and sheathed the sword. She hardly broke a sweat, her breath was not even slightly displaced, her heartbeat completely normal. A perfect run. As always.


"Level 7 Simulation Status: -Complete-.


Would you want to continue with the simulation?" An automated voice rang through the empty streets.


"Negative." Shou replied. Her voice was almost as emotionless as the artificial being that resided in the system of the simulation room. With that word, the world around her flickered and dissolved, melting away into the cold walls of the true room that existed behind the facade. It always disappointed Shou when that happened. A constant reminder that she wasn't playing for actual keeps in a real life situation. There was no threat, no actual need to step up her game. Even though the staff urged the students to take it seriously, she could hardly have the drive to do so. The corner of her mouth twitched ever so slightly downwards, substituting for a frown.


She held up her wrist, checking the small watch, as she strode out of the training room. The Sim Room powered down as she stepped towards the doors and flung them open. She had missed the welcoming and the headmaster's address and the crowd. Late, if she were.


Good. She didn't like the claustrophobic atmosphere anyway. Too many bodies pressing against each other to move, the entrance and exit a difficult chore, and the smell. And all that stink of metal around her. It made her dizzy just thinking of it. She had dutifully attended the assembly for her first two years. Her next and this year? She spent her time in the Sim Room, after learning she could open the doors with a simple twist of the metal tumblers inside.


A few students moved past her, excitedly chattering amongst themselves. The bristling energy of the first day of school was in the air. This part of the day consisted of going to their dorms. The best part of the day actually. She could sit in her room and think and only moved out when it was 30 minutes ahead of the next lesson, and arrive there before anyone could. No crowds. Perfect.


The people that milled around the dorms were choking. Absolutely choking. Quite unrepentantly, she deliberately jabbed the pommel of her sword into the sides of people who had dared to slow down in front of her. Her ears were practically ringing with every word that these people were talking. Gossips, hopes, dreams. Her hand reached forwards, gripped one of the students' head and shoved her aside, sending her swerving to one end of the corridor. Her malicious glare shut the girl's protests up as she continued marching down the hallway.


After the madness had subsided and she finally reached her destination, she hardly bothered to turn the door knob herself and entered the room with a kick of the door. Her irritation faded away as she saw her suitcase lying on the sheets of the bed. She caressed the black leather, and the lock sprang open. The clasps clicked and unlocked, and she opened the suitcase. Her clothing, mostly jeans, military-like dresses, shirts and some blouses all lay inside. Her physical care items were neatly arranged in one gap beside the clothes, and her various books arranged to fit the top of her clothes. Unable to remove the articles for now due to the perfection that it lay in, she set the case aside and seated herself on the edge of her bed, looking quite listlessly at the other end of her room.


She drew her sword, and gripped the hilt tightly, then brought it to her lips, the blade poised horizontally. Her eyes closed, and she exhaled.


"It's a new year.....father. Guide my hand and tell me what there is to do. Why did I even come here? What is there for me here? The Order of Red Hoods is nothing but a child's fantasy, a fantastical order for children to have something to believe in. I am not so intent on these heroic beliefs. Naivete has never been so painful. Father, please....tell me what I should do." Her face contorted, a fierce scowl coming onto her features and her eyelids shut tighter, but the solitary tear that ran down her cheek still escaped. "Father....please...."

 

[EccentricallyDriven]

Erin stood up with the rest of the room, smirking at the thought of a cat wearing a catsuit. It didn’t help that he had never been a fan of poetry that didn’t have a background track to it. Amusing? Highly so, yes. Time consuming, also a yes. All he wanted to do was throw his bag on the floor and sleep. Yes, the DNA testing was needed but if he were last, it would be the same if he rushed there and stood in a line he didn’t want to deal with. A nap was far more important.


He moved along with the slow river that was the student body. With the number of younger students, he had to shorten his stride in order to not step on the heels of his peers. The thrum of excited, confused, annoyed students surrounded him. Some irritated they would be taught by a fellow student (wait until she beat them up), other talking about the cat-turned-human, even more fretting about their partnerships.


When he reached the door, a white haired boy around his age with a butterfly on his head. Interesting. And he seemed utterly lost. Erin couldn’t decide whether it was more irritating or amusing. His instincts told him to leave the kid to find his own way around but the butterfly fluttering on his head caught Erin’s interest.


Will I, or will I not get in trouble for…screw it. He reached around him, slowing down time for the instant he needed to slide between the still walking students and stand beside the boy and letting it flow about him normally. A touch of drowsiness settled through him but he pushed it away with the ease of one who spent too much time playing video games at night.


Despite his interest in the butterfly--the frail looking albino--he only said. “You look lost.”

 

[Caldwell]

Standing still as time lurched forward, Reyna kept the same blank expression as the crowd moved on, seeming as if he blended in with the wall. Feeling a slight presence to his left, Reyna heard a boy's voice speak to him in an interested, yet slightly tired way, "You look lost." While the normal person would have jumped at the sudden appearance of person, Reyna simply turned and cocked his head a bit as he studied the newcomer. Reminding Reyna of a girl, yet speaking and carrying himself like a boy, he appeared to be around Reyna's own age.


Feeling the butterfly flap it's wings a few more times Reyna whispered in a monotone, slightly interested voice, "New. Transfer student, missed speech." Gesturing towards his bag with the slightest nudge of his head, which was already beginning to rip and tear with having to carry all of the school's needed supplies along with a few supplies for Reyna. Glancing back at the moving student crowd that continued to walk around and talk loudly, Reyna added, "Noisy here."


Beginning to examine the boy in a curious, almost naive way, Reyna faced the newcomer completely and held his hand out slightly, "My name is Reyna. Reyna Taku. Fourth year, transfer." Pointing to the top of his head, he added, "Butterfly." Staring absentmindedly into the other boy's eyes, he returned his hand back into the casual shaking of the hands position and whispered questioningly, "You?"


For a split second, Reyna thought why he was being this open to a complete stranger from the get go, especially someone who had just appeared suddenly next. Perhaps it was just the fact that everyone around him appeared to be doing so, and it seemed the right thing to do, or perhaps even Reyna just wanted something to do. Regardless of how he felt, he was curious to see what the feminine looking boy would do next, seeing as he popped right next to Reyna like a magician.

 

[tem502]

Florence turned and smiled politely as the librarian adressed her.


"Oh, no. I don't want to borrow a book. Not yet, anyway. I just wanted to introduce myself to them." As she spoke she patted the spine of one of the books fondly. "They all have a voice, you know. If you know how to listen."


With her slightly cryptic/and or nonsensical comment, she bowed to the librarian again as she retired from the room.


She'd figured she may as well briefly unpack her belongs, the process was after all likely to take no less than five minutes, and possibly write a letter to her friend to let her know she'd arrived safely.


On her way down the corridor she passed Erin and a small child she hadnt seen before.


Other than stopping briefly to tell the butterfly she had lovely wings, she left them to their devices and moved along to the dormitaries.


With Florence's unusual sleeping arrangement-namely, sleeping in a bathtub- at a glance the room would likely seem to be a large single person room with slightly odd bathing arrangements, and with her bag currently inside of the bath, the other roommate could easily think they werent going to have a roommate on first impression.


Strolling into the room and sweeping her hat off her head, as a pleasant tinkle of water erupted around her as her hair quite literally cascaded down to her shoulders, she beamed as she saw a long, thin package inside her bathtub that hadnt been their previously, and then froze as she saw a girl around her age over the other side of the room.


Usually her immediate response would have been a warm greeting, but their were two odd things about the dark haired girl.


Firstly, she appeared to be speaking to her sword (which to Florence didn't actually seem odd at all, since Flow spoke to a large variety of inanimate objects and animals on a regular basis), and secondly, which did stand out to Florence, she appeared to be crying.


Also odd was despite apparently being in the same year as her, Florence didn't really recognise her, and she knew virtually everyone in their year on at least a passing familiarity.


"Umm...Hello, my name's Florence. I think im your roommate? Unless you're trying to burglarise me. In which case, I really don't own very much, but you're welcome to take it if you really need it." She paused for a moment, before carrying on, her voice rich and vibrant, with a gentle kindly tone to it. "I can leave, if you need to talk to your sword in private for a while..."

 

[The Empress of Ice]

Ilay had been in a daze, thinking about all sorts of things when he saw the headmaster limp his way to the lab. He didn't like it, the partner system annoyed him to no end and the fact that he'd be stuck with someone that didn't know of his powers bothered him. And beyond all other problems, he hoped to never get a naive child with no mind whatsoever, brainwashed by simple words from the school. Exhausted, he pondered on leaving the lab to later but as the thought crossed his mind, a soft voice called him in.


Slowly he raised his body from the ground, avoiding the few gathered students and entered the lab. Met with the sight of different basic equipment out for use and the headmasters gaze, he gave them a perplexed look as he sighed. Taking out his board, new words appeared. Tell me what equipment to use and what I'm supposed to do with them.





No way would he allow them to touch him.


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Nadia had spent a good few minutes simply exploring her room before slowly packing up the few things she had with her. She decided to sleep later as she had to wait for Ilay's results, his partner had to be suitable in her eyes or they would not be able to approach her son. The chatters of the students drifted continuously into her room as the door was open, her new position of part-time dorm mother for the girls a new experience.


@Highly Unorthodox

 

[Ineffectivd]

When the voice reached her ears, Shou's immediate reaction was to straighten up with such incredible speed. Her facial expression turned almost immediately, from one of wretched sorrow to one of wary solemnity, as her sword rose and directed it at the girl who had just spoken. She didn't give off the same sense as the other students she had met. She wasn't...human, to say the least. The other students were at least humans with powers. This one didn't give off the same vibe as the regular mortals. She listened as the girl introduced herself to be 'Florence' and that she was to be room-mate for this year. What....the hell kind of pushover was she that she invited burglars to take all that they need? Shou scowled, and looked as if she was about to say something, to give a lecture of some sort, then she retracted her sword hand, tracing a sideways '8' in the air slowly with just the turning of her wrist, and sheathed the blade.


"Shou Tatsumura. You may call me Shou. Pardon me for not noticing you when you first entered. You caught me at the wrong time." Shou affixed her sheathe to her belt, and folded her arms across her chest, giving the girl another once over as she offered to leave her in peace to lament. Why was she so ready to give in to others? Don't people fight for their own victories? Why this...passiveness in a battle? "No, it is not necessary. Forget the incident, if you will. Merely reminiscing." Her answers curt and short, they were vague statements and didn't make for excellent conversational starters. By chance, she had never been placed with a room mate since her first year. This was a new one. She had no experience trying to talk to this....demi-human, whatever other blood ran in her veins. Shou sat back on her own bed, having now realised that there was another one nearby, and stared with some pensieveness at the black sheathe of her blade, still contemplating how such a person like this Florence could exist. Too much innocence that she practically burned her with her presence.

 

[Kain]

Heading for the Lab of the school, where they said that they had to go, at the great sadness of Drake, who wanted to at least arrange his things in his room. He did, although, making everything neat and tidy, but he abandoned that mission for a partner. At least he wouldn't have any qualms about that thing any more. He sighed deeply, shuffling his hair with one hand. Finally, he got out of the dorm, the smell of the grass hitting the back of his nose. That feeling, was at the least, pleasant. Taking a deep breath in, he went to the lab, with a map in his hand and the short sword at his waist. He shifted under the looming stature of the buildings, taking note and reminding himself that this, was the size of his father's mansion.........or maybe even bigger. He didn't really know.


Opening the door (That he thought was the one leading to the lab), he poked his head in the hallway. It was already filled with people, damn. He could feel the heat and the body odour coming to his skin already. Drake shivered, and gnashed his teeth. He didn't lose to the feeling of trying to get unnoticed, even if his presence could be somewhat noticed. However now, with a new conviction, he headed in the group of people and tried to manoeuvre through the crowd, so that they didn't try to talk to him in any matter. When he bumped into people, he would mutter a simple apology and trump forward, sliding through the cracks in the human wall formation.


While he saw no person in front of the woman, he saw, a girl with white hair. Hmh, that something he never saw before. He had seen loads of weird things in his life, but not a girl with white hair. He dragged his gaze away from her, and continued on his path to testing his blood, or/and having tests and whatnot.


Alas, he arrived right next to the door, at the end of the hallway. Finally. He stretched his arms and yawned, loudly. He hadn't realized that he had woken up early, just to go to this academy. The woman from the assembly was there. The woman of the assembly was there, and she had just ushered another student in. He leaned on the wall, sighing. He just wanted to finish with this quickly.

 

[Zachariah el Morgan]

(Place Holder)

 

[tem502]

Florence's smile remained peacable as the shimmering metal was levelled at her, her expression entirely unfazed; she either didn't expect the girl to use it, or just wasn't threatened by it.


"Pleased to meet you." She said with a small, umbellished but respectful curtsey she used for her peers. "My second names Waters. Well, It's not really because I don't have one, but the school was rather fussy about me needing one. Humans are so silly about regulations sometimes."


She wandered over to the shiny porcelain bath that was her equivalant of a bed, and pulled her bag out of it.


Emptying her belongings she emptied out exactly a weeks worth of dresses, all of which were handmade and of a simple but excellent quality, to the point that other than the lack of any label or logos on them you might expect them to have been from an expensive store.


Along with that were a needle and some thread, some parchments and ink, a violin, and for some reason a few empty bottles.


And that, was the entirety of her wordly possessions other than what she was wearing.


Within a five minute period she was entirely unpacked, and she wandered over the the package that had been delivered.


The box was of old oak, and it beared the Order of the Red Hood's seal upon it.


Opening it she pulled out a pair of chinese short swords, gold hilted with red and silver scabbards.


The blades shimmered a pale blue in the light as she partially drew them, sashes of red and green hanging from the pommels.


The excitement and amazement was clear on her face, but briefly replaced by a puzzled frown as she wondered where they could have come from, until she saw a letter in the bottom of the box.


Picking it up, whilst she wasnt exactly reading it to Shou persay, she nevertheless read it out loud out of habit.

Dear Florence,





I am writing to let you know since graduating me and my partner are doing excellently with the order. I know you've been travelling to pay your respects to your family in the holidays, so since you don't have a bloody phone I had to send this to the school for the start of term.




You need to learn to use a weapon properly for situations when your powers are unusable, and you showed a lot of potential with these.




The old school pairs a little rusty looking, and the family coffers are still plenty deep so I had these made for you.




Name them, practise with them, learn them, breathe with them, live with them.




Keep them with you all the time; not just if you're feeling threatened (Otherwise you wouldnt ever use them.)




Keep practising and doing your work, and Im sure you'll excell, you're already coming along fantasticly, and one day you'll be an incredible huntress.




Finally; Remember that you don't always need to be the one smiles. It's okay to be sad sometimes infront of other people. And it's okay to be mad.




Love,




Amilia Richardson.




(Ps- I didn't bother sending a belt for the scabbards since you wont use one.)








Putting the letter in the drawer she'd stored her other trinkets in, she resheathed the blades with a soft, satisfying click.


Looking over to Shou, she slid the scabbards into the back of her dress from the neck, and rather than gravity sending them falling to the floor, they sank slightly into her back and stayed attached directly to her.


"Hey, I think it's about registration time. D'you wanna come along Shouly?" She asked, walking to the door and holding it open."

 

[Zachariah el Morgan]

Slowly, painfully, the wrought iron gates creaked open. Trails of ivy that had creeped over and into the ancient walls of the academy were wrapped around the entranceway like tendrils attempting to keep any from entering. With a decidedly sigh, a lone figure pushed its way past the vegetation and made its way onto the main campus. Striding along with a slow, but efficiently elegant gate, the figure drew the eyes and attention of many students, new and old. Some looked on with hate, jealousy, and annoyance, while others were adoring, in awe, and mesmerized. Indifferent to the plethora of gazes, the figure looked straight ahead with a peculiar look of a combination of boredom and disdain in its eyes. Dressed in the uniform of the Red Hood, the figure's tall, imposing stature threw quite the shadow across the academy's normally pristine lawn. The name of this apparently ostentatious man was Zachariah Augustus Richard el Morgan.


He walked into the school with a practiced air of indifference. Of course, that's not to say he didn't notice the stares of his peers, especially the young ladies'. Indeed, if he had any more luck with those of the female persuasion than he already had, he could feasibly transfer some of that luck into a winning gambling career. Not that he needed the money; he was, after all, heir to the el Morgan family. 'Another year, another waste of time. Is it possible that the Headmaster hasn't yet realized that this academy produces nothing but ignorance, slathered in incompetence, mixed with negligence, baked in stupidity, and garnished with a bit of false hope? Half these students will be lucky if the Red Hood accepts them to serve in anything other than the reserve ranks.' he mused. In reality, Zachariah held a great deal of respect for the Headmaster, and he even thought of Riverview Academy as a home away from home, or a rather, a home away from the torturous institution that was the el Morgan household.


There was, however, one other person at the academy that Zachariah held in high-esteem, respected, and even begrudginly viewed as his superior. 'Not likely. If anything, she's my only true peer, the only being on par with my own capabilities.' he corrected instantly. The el Morgan family did not tolerate anything but excellence, which can only be achieved at the heights of perfection; admitting inferiority was hardly a reflection of such ingrained values. Indeed, Zachariah was close to meeting those goals. Identified as a prodigy, even amongst the exceedingly powerful descendents of his family line, he was fostered and groomed to lead the entire Red Hood from an early age. Two years above his age level in coursework, and many more years ahead in combative capabilities, Zachariah's sole goal was to supercede his father's legacy, to erase all traces of his father's ever having attended this academy by supplanting all of his father's records via decimation of said records. All that to become the strongest Riverview Academy had ever know. But, to do that, he would have to first become the unchallenged king of his own year, and unfortunately, the dispute between Zachariah and a certain girl had never been truly put to rest. 'However... I shall see to it that it is different this year. I will claim my place beside my forefathers atop the class at this academy.' he thought with perhaps the most conviction of anything he'd thought whilst within these hallowed walls.


Lost in thought, Zachariah almost missed that which he had been searching for. A streak of brilliantly white tresses flashed by in the periphery of his eyes. 'Vanessa Chernikova...' he thought absentmindedly. As if on cue, his feet turned and began to follow the girl in the same slow, lengthy, yet elegant gate as before. When the girl stopped and entered a dorm, most likely her own to wait for registration and testing, Zachariah decided to greet her. He knocked on the door politely, rapping a succinct three-knock beat. Then, he took a step back and waited patiently with his hands in his pockets, his intriguing heterochromatic eyes searching the door for the faintest signs of a response.


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"Humans.... yes, very strange." Shou looked up from her sheathe and straightened up to her full height, her scabbard swinging slightly, restricted by her belt. This Florence was polite, but very talkative. Shou did not recall asking her anything about herself, yet here she was, breaking into non-sequiteur conversational topics. Had she been with any other regular person, they would have picked up on it. Not Shou. She had not a single inch of interest about this girl's entire biography. "Regulations were made to condemn the lawless. It is peculiar they would nitpick over your mono-appellation, I concede." Shou finally managed to say, her words coming out rather constricted. Shou watched silently, her expression unchanging, as Florence took her bag and emptiednit of its contents. Haphazardly. Shou's right hand twitched, her need for neatness subconsciously triggered by the slight mess. Out of this pile, the girl removed a box from. Oaken, Shou noted. The same wood that made her first practice sword. Stamped upon the top of this box was a curious crest. It nagged at the back of her mind, but Shou waved that thought away as the girl now took a pair of jians from the box and a letter. Shou was just about to wonder if she was going to read it aloud when she did so.


The order? Did she mean, the Red Hoods? Shou's hand clenched into a fist, but otherwise remained quite unmoving. So, this girl was a friend of someone in the Order. This was surely not some contrived coincidence? Shou's mind began to wander, deaf to the rest of the letter, until the girl kept the letter in the the drawer.


She sheathed the swords upon her back and inquired if Shou would like to head for the registration now. Shou gave a weird, strangled noise when she heard herself being referred to as "Shouly" and looked slightly disarmed and turned to look outside the window, scratching her chin. ".... Please, just Shou would do. It ill befits me to keep pet names, so I hope you'll not have me owe you one. My registrations have been completed long before, under special requests." Shou cast another look at the girl and thought about her willingness to play the victim. "....I am however, obliged to keep you company. Let us hasten, then." She made her way to the door and opened it, and held it for the one who called herself Florence Waters.


Outside, she could spot a young man across the hallway, knocking upon a door. "Hoy!" She called to him. "This is the girl's dormitories. Mayhaps, you should take your leave lest they begin naming you a lecherous worm."


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Flow smiled and shook her head.


"I cant promise that im afraid. My family dont-" She paused breifly and caught herself.


"Didn't, really use full names other than for ceromony. Were a bit more group-minded than others."


Walking over, she thanked her for holding the door open.


"They're taking our blood and testing for partners this year, too."


Stopping, she corrected herself.


"Well, theyll be taking your blood.


I don't have any to give to them. Apparently my life water will do, though."


Stepping through she closed the door behind them gently.


Hearing Shou speak, she turned to see the person she was addressing.


"Oh, he's probably just lost. Do you need help finding your way, little brook?"

 

[The Empress of Ice]

Nadia had, once she finished unpacking, taken a quick warm shower using some much needed shampoo and soap all over her body. Swiftly she had changed into some more befitting clothes for her job; some jeans and a shirt. Her eyes roamed her room once again, her footsteps getting drowned out by the sounds from her door which had to be open until seven o'clock sharp, her feet leading her to the small kitchen. She was beyond hungry and was dying to try out the new recipe she heard about from the Mountain People. Yet the recipe itself required things one could only acquire in the wild, her bag once full of different herbs now empty as the herbs themselves lay neatly and separated on the kitchen counter.


Her fingers gently picked up each herb to put them in different containers, branding each one with a name tag. Looking for some much needed scissors for the few plants she had brought along, Nadia noticed the fact that she barely knew where everything was and leisurely took out the content of each cupboard, placing them on the counter until there was no space to fill. Slowly she continued placing each cupboards contents on whatever free space she found in the small room. As if she was listening to some unknown melody in her mind, her hands danced around different cans, putting them back into the cupboards. Instead of reminiscing some song in her head, Nadia was actually listening carefully to the sound coming from her doors in case anything happened.


Among the countless voices drifting through the air, Nadia distinguished a female voice calling over to some 'worm' of a man that had entered the building. She wanted to ignore it, she would ignore it but her new position as dorm mother kept her from taking out the rest of the content from the fridge as she turned around with a sigh.


Always ready for duty...





Her boots seemed to echo as she walked forward until she lingeringly peeked out to the hallway to recognize the girl making all that sound, Shou Tatsumara; the metal-bender of the school. Her eyes connected with a few other students, all having some sort of chart popping into her mind until she 'numbed' her ability for but a second. Nadia gave the other two students a look themselves, and without her own knowledge they narrowed in on Zachariah el Morgan. The son of that man. But it was for merely a few seconds, she had after all promised herself to not bring her work and life together.


Sighing deeply once again, she passed a few students, helping the younger students to carry over their large luggage quickly until she reached a green haired girls side. Letting her 'numbing' power dissolve, she remembered the girl as Florence Waters. Nadia eyed their position in front of the door while she remembered who's room it was, a small polite smile tainting her lips. "Excuse me, is there a problem here? The boys dorms are right next to the girls dorms, it apparently isn't weird for the students to get lost, at least when they are new to the Academy. Unless, you are here to see someone you know?"


Nadia asked the boy without a hint of her being hostile, instead one would feel her 'happiness' to help out. She truly was excited for her new opportunities as she turned her head to Shou. Her voice turning slightly stern but with a soft undertone. "And you, young woman have no rights to call anyone a worm. Name-calling is not permitted, I believe, and further more I do not permit it coming from someone seeming so delicate. If you suspect any funny business, my door is always open."





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[Krystael]

Christina quickly made her way down to the labs, her body's movements giving off the exact opposite impression of her voice. Her feet were sure, her movements graceful and precise, but obviously hurried and a bit agitated. She had nodded off in the middle of unpacking, as she was prone too, which just made her that much more agitated. The teen couldn't believe just how much time she wasted when she did that. And honestly, she had thought that she was the one who could control sleep and dreams, not be controlled by it.


She pushed back her dark cascading hair, as she peeked into the lab, and the hopeful and curious look on her face fell into a slightly annoyed and pouty one. Blinking as she realized just how close she was to one of the other students, who also seemed to have gotten here a bit later, she shyly waved and moved into the lab, keeping currently smoky green eyes averted. There was no way she was going to chance talking to someone this close after having been asleep.


But, she did study the other boy, he seemed fairly normal although something was off about his eyes. Of course, she didn't know what, she didn't have that ability, but she could tell when there was something not natural about a person. There were a few different spots that she could feel, energy running through his spirit, soul whatever, that she couldn't quite place. Christina merely shrugged it off, this school was full of people with weird energies, and she had started to get used to being able to feel so many gifted people at once.

 

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"Hullo Ms-Professor Nadia." Florence said, making sure to give her a respectful curtsey, which she would do for every member of faculty at the very least the first time she had seen them.


"Shou was just a little grumpy from a long journey, I think, and were in a bit of a rush for partner testing. Im sure she didn't mean any harm when she spoke to him."

 

[Zachariah el Morgan]

Zachariah stood in front of Vanessa's door, unmoving, a stone gargoyle with no emotions passing over his face. It was not as if he had any particular place to be, or anything of great import that needed to be attended to. Thus, he was loath to leave his current position. 'After all, Father completed my registration personally. And, these so-called “evaluations”... It seems that this academy conjures ridiculous new ways to occupy my precious time daily.' he thought with an inward sigh.


Presently, a pair of girls exited an adjacent room and addressed him. As they spoke, Zachariah turned the gaze of his sea-green eyes on them, while still keeping Vanessa's door in the periphery of his field of view. However, his crimson eye, which was also directed at the girls, seemed to have a peculiar aspect to its gaze; it was almost as if Zachariah was looking through... no, looking into the girls' very souls. “Florence Waters. Human-Naiad Hybrid. Third Year. Considering strength to weakness ratio... Level 2. Threat Level: Nonexistent. Shou Tatsumura. Human with Metallokinesis. Fourth Year. Considering strength to weakness ration... Level 4. Threat Level: Moderate.” he murmurred quietly to himself, so as to make sure the objects of his personal evaluations didn't overhear his thoughts.


Addressing the professor, Zachariah's mouth turned up into a cordial smile, although his face remained impassive, his eyes as dead as ever. “A pleasure to see you again this year, Professor Nadia Aurelius. I look forward to your class. I'm sure it will prove most... informative.” A slightly sarcastic tone seeped into the final word of his dialogue, but it was masked well. “As for your offer of aid, I will have to decline. It seems fortune has shined on me as I appear to have learned to distinguish between the male and female dorms at this academy from my years of roaming these halls. You have my gratitude, nonetheless.” Turning to face the retreating girls who'd earlier spoken to him, he made some parting remarks. “If you must know, presently, I am waiting to greet a certain friend of mine who happens to reside in this particular dorm. I highly doubt anyone who recognizes me at this school would dare to call me a “lecherous worm” as you so delicately put it. Apparently, you two must be transfer students as you seem to have no inkling as to who I am. My name is Zachariah Augustus Richard el Morgan, and it's my pleasure to meet you, ladies. I'm sure I'll be seeing you in classes. For now, I wish you expediency in completing your evaluations.” With that, both of Zachariah's eyes turned back to Vanessa's door, effectively ending any further conversation.

 

[Kain]

He was always deep in thought, and now he was thinking about how this year would've been the most painful. Yes, he was somewhat uneducated, as he never went to a public, or private school in his life, and only got tutored by some tutors his father knew personally. They probably hated his guts. And even at that, he didn't how to act with these people. He acted like he always did with his father, whom he though only tolerated his presence because he was his son. Drake's lip twitched and he glowered. That was until he felt someone's eyes on him.


What was she doing? He grimaced at the girl with a cocked eyebrow, his muscles tensing like whips. What was she doing? He repeated in his mind, his frown deepening, staring back at her with his own hazel eyes. He felt a bit..... how do they say it...uncomfortable. Hell, he didn't know what she would gain by staring at him this long. Peering only meant that you attracted attention and therefore, failed in your mission to not get noticed, which he just had given to himself a few seconds ago. She is a tad weird, isn't she? Drake tried his hardest to look away, as if he could ignore the feeling of being stared at. But he gave in to it. "Can I help you with something?" The brown headed adolescent asked, his voice a bit rougher than usual.


After a few minutes, he looked back to the lab. Drake grunted and gnashed his teeth, putting his fingers on the hilt of the blade. He had to be patient, he knew, but it was pretty long since they had at last open the door to get ready for another test. He fiddled with his short sword, unsheathing it a little bit with his thumb, letting it go suddenly, loosening his grip so it could go back in the sheath with great speed. Drake repeated that a few dozen of times, to make time pass more quickly.

 

[Krystael]

Christina blinked rapidly, putting her hands up in a sign of defense, "I'm sorry!" She clamped a hand over her mouth, but no doubt the panic in her voice would negate her natural abilities. "I mean, uh, I mean, I'm sorry I didn't mean to but there's something about your eyes..." She clamped her hand over her mouth once again, "I'll stop talking." Crossing her arms over her chest, she seemed to curl up on herself a bit as she leaned back up against the wall.


Her eyes kept darting to the seemingly nervous gesture he was doing with his blade, her hand slipping inside of her loose right sleeve, fingering the small hilt of her own dagger. But...now that she had started talking, she couldn't seem to stop, "So, uh, I'm really sorry about that, I am I mean, I don't mean to stare but I can feel..." she gestured to his eyes and shoulder. Pulling that hand back, she rested her elbow in her palm, her foot tapping agitatedly.


When she got moving, she couldn't really stop, which she always attributed to having to keep up with three older brothers. Irish older brothers. And when she got talking nervously like this, all excitedly, her accent started coming out harsher. "Um, I mean, I caen see what'chur got going on... Piss." For having her three older brothers, she didn't seem to do well when it came to dealing with other people. Especially not anyone who seemed to be intimidating. At least not socially. Oh god, now her thoughts were getting all rambled.