Riverview Academy (The Role Play)

[Kain]

He was a bit surprised. She looked Irish, yeah, that he knew. Drake thought that she would be more belligerent by nature, she was strangely more of a....excited character. Drake looked at her, baffled. Dear god, he never saw this kind of person before, blubbering out words that poured out of her mouth, as if she couldn't stop them. She looked quite tired too, same as him. "My eyes?" Now he was even more baffled. He only had normal hazel eyes, a bit lighter than normal, but still, there wasn't anything special of them. "What's so special about them?" He then said, his voice still hard as steel, his British accent fully audible now.


Drake looked exasperated, sighing now deeply. He eyed her and his gaze slid down to her arm. He saw the slight bump protruding from her sleeve, not quite hidden in her outfit. She has a weapon there. The boy knew. He saw too many people, too many times, doing that, that he shouldn't realize there was one there. The last time he had overlooked the use of such a weapon cost him almost a scar on his face. "Do tell." He said as smoothly as he could. Now he was interested, as she had just gestured to his birthmark. How could she have seen it if he had never saw her before?


...Now her Irish accent was all out. It was probably a sign of nervousness on her part. She had a light accent in her voice when she talked, but now it was heavy and hard. He could barely comprehend her words now. Drake didn't know what to do anymore, a bit exasperated with this girl. Heesh, that's why he had a hard time socializing. "Calm down, I don't freaking bite." The tall guy said, cocking his head sideways. "Bloody hell..." He added, sighing under his breath.

 

[EccentricallyDriven]

He had to give it to Reyna. Erin knew exactly what it looked like when he slowed time down and walked through it. The kid hadn’t even flinched (which was regrettable because that jolt was always amusing) when he’d seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Staring at the offered hand, Erin wondered where the formality came from, but he took the offered hand for a moment, “Erin.” Nodding to the flow students, he spoke more indifferent than cruel. “I suppose I should welcome you to Riverview and all that. So consider yourself welcomed.”


With a nod in the general direction of the dorms he spoke again, “Lost, eh? This way to the boy’s dorms if you feel like following me.” He nodded at the butterfly on Reyna’s head, “Your friend can come to.” The crowd had thinned out by then, enough so he didn’t feel dragged along with the students so he could amble along at his own pace.


Really, he wasn’t sure why he bothered with the kid (probably something to do with the talking to his sister gave him every year—it was possible this year his subconscious actually listened). Despite the almost empty look on his face, he was almost intense. And yes, it was noisy. Erin was so used to it he almost didn’t notice the clamor anymore. It was as a part of the school as the odd inhabitants.


Hoping the transfer was keeping up, despite the fact he wasn’t walking all that fast—never walked faster than he had to. He completely ignored the first and second years, some nervous and some overconfident. Erin made his way up to the floor it got better. Everyone was calmer on his floor, lounging or organizing their possessions. Friends and strangers chatted quietly or laughed loudly.


When he made it to his room, he stopped and realized he may have messed up. “What year are you in anyway? I just assumed your were in fourth.”

 

[Krystael]

Christina took a deep breath, both to get her accent back under control, and to calm herself, "Sorry, I'm Christina O'Lynch." She stuck her hand out to him, her position more relaxed now, but still obviously pinched to herself. "You can just call me Chrissy though." The girl continued on, as if not having heard or understood him. For the moment at least, she needed to figure out how to word it without freaking him out, or making him hate her, "Second year, you?" Now that she had calmed herself down a becoming softer, and more relaxed. which, meant that she could easily put him to sleep if she wanted too, but she preferred not to.


The girl kept her hand out as she continued on, hardly waiting for his response, knowing that he would probably not give his name anyway. He didn't seem to like her... Oh well. "I, uh, can... Well, I can...read..people's spirit. Energy, soul, or whatever you'd like to call it. Sorry, if that's rude.." Which was true, but it wasn't quite everything. But that didn't matter much, she doubted if she told him the full extent of what she could do, he'd go off or just glare at her, or worse yet, leave her in disgusted silence.


Offering a small smile, she tilted her head to the side a bit, hoping that it would help him relax, and help herself relax. Not using her gift though, that ws cheating and a vile thing to do unless necessary or with permission. But no one really is going to give permission for what she can do.

 

[Ineffectivd]

Damnations. Why had that attracted this much attention? Why was a teacher in the way here? It had just been just an empty hallway a few seconds ago, and now, it felt so cluttered. This was far too much attention for her, and her head simply hurt from just the exposure to these people. She grimaced, a expression that seemed very much at home on her face, and gripped Florence's hand, tugging her slightly. Her other hand was tapping impatiently at her scabbard, as if waiting for its partner to draw the housed edge.


"We should go, before I make a mistake of dulling the edge of my sword. We have plenty of time to repay the uncouth behaviour." She had waited almost six years to return the favour of the Order. She was going to wait a few more years as well, to fully pay back what she owed them. A few days was nothing to her. She had to, however, return a snark at the other fourth year. It would do unkindly not to return favours earlier. "Yes, indeed, it's as if they announce your name widely across the school across the announcement system every day to warn us that this is the child that our parents warned us of. I must be remiss in these announcements, though. I barely recognise you, Ser Zachariah. It has been my honor to have met a gentleman such as you. I certainly hope your item of obsession behind that door keeps you waiting in this foul weather no longer. By your leave." Shou gave a mocking bow, her words laced with venomous sarcasm. If she was attempting to shroud her intent, she seemed to be trying very little to do so, if at all. She gave a nod to the lady who had approached them. "Consider my name-calling withdrawn with my sincerest apologies, ma'am. Pray, that your day shall find you well."


"Florence, shall we take our leave and adjourn to our venue?" The barely disguised hostility slipped away from her voicr as she turned to address her room mate.

 

[tem502]

Florence let her newly aqquired roomate, and in her mind already her new best friend lead her along the halls and out of the dorms, into the public halls.


Squeezing her hand reassuringly, after a few moments she spoke up.


Not in condemnation of her actions, but in defense of worms, off all things.


"Worms are actually super important, you know. They help plants grow and get rid of rubbish." She paused, and delivering even vaguely disfavourable verdict on someone made her voice hush.


"Im sure he doesn't mean to be so...self inflated. I do hope in not partnered with him though.." She said, her voice almost a whisper.


As they came fairly close to the labs, a derogatory verbal epithet was metaphorically hurled at her, along with a not at all metaphorical paper ball.


It hit her cheek with with a plop, sinking into it slightly, before popping out and falling to the ground.


"Just ignore it. Its just silly children being silly children." She said to Shou with her head held high.


Intending to carry on walking, she saw the bullies friend was victimizing a young first year girl, for, of all things considering how unusual they all were, her hair colour.


"Wait for me a moment." She spoke promptly to Shou, before surging forward.


Rather than letting go of her hand, she just morphed it into a formless shape to slide out of it.


Gliding across the floor with her legs merged in a frothy wave, during the course of closing the space she went from her tiny self to over 7 foot tall, towering over the bully.


Her voice still had its pleasant tone without malice, but her eyes burned intently.


"You know, a few hundred years ago you might have been burned for being different yourself, so you're being rather silly, aren't you." She leaned in closer, her voice almost singing. "Now. Run along and leave this girl alone. Otherwise ill fi-i-i-ind your dorms, and ill fill your lungs while you sleep..."


While she would never dream of actually doing so, she used the threat of her monster heritage to protect people on occasion, a half acted side of her that people rarely saw.

 

[Kain]

Irish. His instinct was correct. Well, they were okay and he even had fond memories about Irish people. He remembered when he was in the streets and a Irish man gave him his first blade to protect himself. His father, was a bit less accepting.


He took a silent pause, wondering if he should give his name or not. He decided that giving it was the honourable thing to do, since he give it if the person seemed at the least polite. Christina, however, was a nervous wreck, but she seemed to calm herself down. "My name's Drake Faulkner." Drake answered, his face still unsmiling. He wondered if he would've reacted in a different way if she didn't calm down...........he probably would've backed away slowly, wouldn't he? Personal questions always bugged him, but your name and your class is what identified you in this school. "Yes, I am in second year." He responded, shortly and sharply.


"Energy?" He cocked his eyebrow once again. He never once heard that sort of ability....Well, yeah, he did, once, but he ignored it, deeming it impossible that people could read yourself and the sort of aura you were projecting. It always looked like some sort of folly to him. But, this was a special school, he mustn't compare it to other, normal, high school. After she said that, he took a momentary pause, pondering. "Rudeness doesn't seem to be one of your attributes, Christina." Drake didn't like addressing people with nicknames, it seemed a bit too close to comfort. If that was her power, Drake thought, what was her other powers? One doesn't only have one power, do they? It'd be a bit strange....


"What is," He asked, now with more intrigue. He was no longer frowning, but he was still wary of people's presence around him. "So odd about me?" He finally added, with a question at the end of his voice.

 

[Caldwell]

Having been shook hands with, (however firm it was) Reyna felt as if they had ascended into a new level from strangers. Possibly acquaintances, maybe even people that you somewhat have an idea to what there name was, Reyna figured. Although the welcoming had been slightly indifferent, Reyna hadn't minded and nodded all the same. Despite looking completely uninterested, the boy, or rather, Erin, was still kind for helping.


After nodding to as where the dorms were, and once more as joining Erin in a small walk, he shuffled along behind, as the crowd was slowly thinning out and less aggressive. Erin seemed to walk slowly, which was fine enough for Reyna as too many people walk far too fast. Although not many people looked his way, the ones that did usually took double takes, possibly due to the butterfly on top of an albinos head. Occasionally bumping into a shy student, "First years," thought Reyna, the two eventually their way to another floor, where mostly males lounged about.


"This floor. Better." Reyna spoke quietly, and the insect atop his head appeared to flutter in agreement. Once following Reyna to a door, and hearing his question, Reyna closed his eyes for about twenty seconds. Eventually blinking a few times, he pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper that had sat inside his pocket. "It says fourth year, and some other things for transfer students. Confusing." Reyna looked up at Erin in the eye, still remaining blank faced yet was silently sending messages for Erin to decipher it. After all, Reyna thought, that's alot of work.


Feeling his luggage begin to wear on his shoulder, Reyna dropped it with a silent thud, and assumed an unbalanced posture stance.


The noises, although significantly quieter, surrounded Reyna in a blanket. It felt gentle, and at times moving and sharp. "...I want to take a nap as well." Muttering that, Reyna hoped that that would somehow translate to: I hope we can all take care of the necessary labs and paperwork for today so we can prepare for school. And yet, words never seemed to work the way he wanted them to.


@EccentricallyDriven

 

[EccentricallyDriven]

He liked the way Reyna worked. For nearly a half a minute, he simply stood there and closed his eyes before acting. Erin could appreciate a guy that appreciated life simply. Even if the constant meeting of the eyes was a bit unsettling, he liked the directness of it. Despite speaking very few words, Reyna seemed honest which was strange to see in a male of his age (or anyone of his age, really).


Erin let out a short laugh at the nap comment, “You’re not the only one.” He pulled out his own paper and read off the room number. With a quick look at the numbers on the door he counted where his room would be as she shifted his bag on his shoulder. Unable to fit his luggage in the absolutely tiny car he’d come in, most of his stuff was being shipped to him. All he had at the moment were the barest necessities.


“Nap first or needles first?” He mused aloud. Though he’d originally planned to sleep first, he wouldn’t mind leading this newbie to the labs where they would be pricked and their fate would be decided. Which was almost irritating that he had no say in the person he was stuck with because his DNA was arranged in a certain way. Some of the people in this school were something of an irritation.


Before he made his way to his room, he nodded at the paper, “Where are you staying, anyway?”


@Caldwell

 

[Caldwell]

Hearing Erin's reply, Reyna almost instantly began a daydream about a society of nappers. Pulling himself back once Erin opened his door, Reyna caught something about needles, presumably the DNA test Reyna was told to take. He didn't necessarily understand it, and the admin just told him it's like getting a partner in gym class, or a friend given to you. Having no memory of anything like that, Reyna just brushed the concept off.


As Erin asked where Reyna would be staying, he looked down at his own paper, and began examining the other doors' numbers. Pointing to the door exactly to the right of the one Erin held aloft, Reyna nonchalantly spoke, "Not looking forward to meeting a loud person." If such a thing did happen, Reyna figured he probably would sleep in other places, like a library or a stall. Those were comfortable. Reyna realized with a visible shock that sleeping in a bed was something he looked forward to in coming to the acadamy. It seemed rather cruel to have that taken away.


"Ah." Realizing he had completely left Erin standing there for maybe two minutes as he thought to himself, Reyna responded, "Unpack. Then testing. Catch up?" Reyna made a lazy effort in gesturing to his gym bag with his foot, as he rolled his head back to read an upside down clock hanging on the wall. It was beginning to get late to take the tests.


"Erin. Looking forward to school?"


@EccentricallyDriven

 

[Nyx]

After much of an adventure through school grounds and napping for a while under a tree. Frederick finally made it back to his old room. He was there to pack up his things since he could be moved to another room and it'd be shameful to have to pack up his things while other people were in the room. They didn't need to see the weird stuff he kept in his lair. He tried to keep shove his memories of this room and his partner down and bury it in a sea of worthless thoughts. No, this would be the room for another pair who would forge their stories in the fires of their creativity and camaraderie and skill and trust. That was the most important part. Trust.


He also didn't want to unconsciously pull out his Axe hand and the pay the price again later. In fact, he was thankful he that he was paired up with a senior who had roughly the same ability as his though he had already graduated just recently. That senior taught him how to control and dominate his "axe hand" which was what his former roommate liked to call Frederick's own ability in relation to his preference of weapons, which were Axes. Well it was either THE FIST or THE AXE HAND, depending on his weapon preference for the day if it was knuckles or katars and like or good old steel axes. The constant training and supervision he received helped him grit through the after-effects of using such an ability. No future year could replace the previous one where he learned so much about his unique condition and had fun learning it too. Sure he was indulging in pointless horseplay, but people couldn't be serious all the time they needed to pull out their Axe hands too.


With the zip of the bag, he was done packing up his room. He brought his bag down to the lobby of the dorms and left it there while he went for his testing like everyone else. No one was exempt from it and no one could trade their partners. Each person was specifically paired because their abilities compliment each other or at least that was as far as the surface went. Frederick didn't exactly have a good grasp on what it was the system was thinking when it pairs students together, neither did he mind. It was a waste to worry or thinking about things that are far beyond one's grasp, the here and now was what mattered. Frederick's ideal here and now was to be assigned to his old room in which he spent the school year and the summer break. It was the lair of his Axe hand after all.


Frederick simply pushed the thoughts out of his head and went on to the testing venue. Hopefully his new roommate had the patience to deal with his Axe hand. He pitied the soul if they couldn't handle the raw awesome power of it. And just like that, the imaginative thought of his ability had his adrenaline pumping and he had to calm himself down to not let it reach levels that would trigger his condition and possibly slow down time again.


DOWN AXE HAND, DOWN! YOU'LL HAVE YOUR SOULS TOMORROW.


(Sorry I haven't been posting Ortho.)

 

[Ineffectivd]

Shou was not in a very altruistic mood after that encounter. She was quite beside herself after that encounter with the Zachariah person and her left hand was very restless, highly fixated in fumbling with the sheathe at her hip, thumbing at the guard of her blade and tapping the painted steel. This institution was the training ground of the Red Hoods. No doubt were these children here worshippers of that order, be it their parents that are members of this force, or that they were avid fans of them. Either way, they were confident that they were going to be part of this Order, or at least believed that they were good enough to act as if they were to be feared and respected. Fear needed to be instilled, and respect earned. Shou had seen enough to dispel most, if not all, fear and she had no respect for those who would take up arms to aid the ones who crushed her life under their soles. When Florence squeezed her hand, it was all Shou could do to inhale and avoid exploding in front of her roommate. This girl needed companionship, yes, and Shou was an escort of sorts. She wouldn’t count herself as a ‘friend’ or an ‘acquaintance’, even. Merely a protector.


“I have high hopes that he was merely jesting with such inflation. However, these hopes are as fat as they are high.” Shou smirked, her steely glare turning it into a threatening grin. “However. One look at him would give that he is an invaluable ally. Did you notice his eyes? He was analysing us. No doubt, he has a brilliant mind, just a very egotistica-” Shou’s eyes flashed with the force of a bolt of lightning from the blue when the paper ball struck Florence. Her hand shot forwards. In her open palm, the air crackled, as if the world was turning in on itself in the very space. With a burst of light, six rounded pellets of steel shot forwards, propelled by an unseen force. Each of these pellets slammed into their targets with enough strength to send them flying back. “Hmph. A game easily played. Florence, what are your-“ Shou turned back to her roommate, only to see her confronting a giant nearby, who seemed to be what they termed as a ‘bully’. Shou strode on ahead, and slipped in between Florence and the giant, pressing her hand on his chest. Once again, the air crackled, and with a rather loud ‘bang’, a metal pole materialized, sending the giant stumbling backwards. Gripping one end of the pole, she swung it around, over Florence’s head, brought it upwards and swung it down straight upon the bully’s head. She, as mentioned earlier, was in no mood to be merciful, and this was as merciful as she was going to get.


She tossed the pole aside as it melted away. Shou dusted her hands and touched Florence’s own. “No more stalling. We will undoubtedly create a larger commotion by doing this. I’d hate to impose on you, but we really must not attract much attention.” She looked on at the boy who was being bullied with a certain look of disdain. “The weak need to learn to be less of what they are. Otherwise, the strong will always play them as the victim. Come.”

 

[tem502]

@Ineffectivd


Florence closed her eyes and sighed as Shou barged between them, and then smashed him over the head with the metal.


Still towering at over 7 feet, she deflated herself back to her normal petite size.


"Shou!" She said with a little stamp of her tiny foot.


After the brief sign of irritation, she talked to her raven haired friend in her normal demeanour, but she did have the slightest hint of dissaproval in her voice.


"I was handling that. I gave him the 'i'll eat your entrails because im a big scary monster' speech, and he would have behaved." She dusted off her dress. "You've made a scene, now."


She bent down slightly infront of the first year and patted his head, then sent him on his way.


"Alright, then. Lets go give them your blood and my not-blood so they can partner us up, and we can maybe not get kicked out."


Florence took hold of Shou's hand again.


Shou would probably come to regret having ever taken her hand; because now she'd set that as allowed behaviour she'd be having to do a lot of it for as long as they knew each other. Which, considering they now lived in the same room as each other, was likely to be a while.


Touching skin was a regular thing for Naiad's, it was something she tended to do a lot of with those she could.


She took up the conversation they'd been having as the incident between had never occured.


"Yes, he was looking at me like I was a slab of meat. I didn't like it very much. Particularly since Im not even made of meat."


After a short uneventful walk, the two of them came to the laboratory rooms, where a small queue had already formed.

 

[Krystael]

Christina frowned, taking her hand back trying not to look offended, "Um. I don't know? I just can tell you have something special there. I mean, I could ma- ask you to tell me of course, but I don't like delving into people's personal lives, ya know?" She brushed back her unmanageable hair, which once more seemed ot be trying to engulf her whole body. Green eyes flicked towards the line of people still waiting to be tested and then back to Drake, "Anyway, are you excited to see who you'll be partnered with?"


Maybe she was a bit keen to get off the subject, but really, now one could blame her. She hadn't met to many people that were completely comfortable discussing their gifts. Probably because the only time it really was okay or not frowned upon was while they were in the academy. But, it never hurt to get back at y6ur brothers after a particularly rough day with them... She didn't realize she was smirking a bit until she came out of her thoughts. That was something she did quite often, getting lost in her thoughts like that.


The young teen bit her lip, removing the look from her face. Christina smiled a bit awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I left ya for a bit there. I didn't mean ta, but I do tha' sometimes." Her hand moved to twirl in her hair, her pale skin contrasting harshly with it. Her attention was torn from him again as two more people entered, two older girls, one definitely a fourth year and one... A third? Fourth? Year? Although, she definitely wasn't human.

 

[Kain]

"My apologies." He was a bit surprised at her reaction, but understood. He had been a bit forward in asking about what she had seen about him; That didn't mean that she was comfortable in telling him what it was. He knew there was something there, it just about what it was that he couldn't quite describe. It was like he could get a feeling- a touch, a tingle- that could tell him what it was, but rendered it inexplicable. He was, although, interested in why she was going to say that she could make him tell her. He knew that she stopped herself before she said those words, and that made him wary about Christina. He didn't trust anyone in this Academy. He didn't trust her. "No, I am not." He answered her, his expression returning back to its sullen state. "I dislike teaming up with people." Drake added, making his sword balance from side to side.


The last time he was in a "team" with someone, they ended up betraying him and he had to kill him to silence him forever. Of course, he didn't enjoy that process, but it was needed, unless he wanted to die along with him. He tapped on the pommel of his sword with his ring finger. He didn't care when the silence installed between them two, he did needed a break from a conversation anyway. He wondered what his father would say about him waiting in line like this. He'd be probably be confused, or would be pleased to find his son behave like a normal human being. Not that he was normal, of course.


"It's alright, I was out of it too." He responded, his voice monotone and dry. He was getting impatient. The door was right, bloody, f*cking, there. The tapping at his finger was getting more insistent, and something began to pulse in his forehead. Dammit. He had to work on that. His patience was like a ticking bomb ready to explode. Though it was getting better. Before, he had punched a hole in a cement wall just because the elevator was taking too long to come. Christina, again, was distracted by something. As he looked for something to distract him, he decided to look at what was so interesting. Two girls. He cocked his eyebrow, a bit more intrigued now.

 

[Minnow]

Olivia fixed her gaze onto her feet. She tugged absentmindedly on her sock raising it to its proper place just over her knee. "Did you hear me, Olivia?" She straightened up and returned her attention to her father's stern face. She cleared her throat and recited the list of responsibilities her father had been rambling on about, "Take my medicine, practice my dance routines, don't stay out late, and keep my grades up." Her voice trailed off as she turned to admire the massive building looming behind her. She wanted nothing more than to escape her parents' unwavering stranglehold.


"Good," her father said sharply before gently pulling Olivia closer to give her quick kiss on the forehead. Olivia's mother stood silently and gave her daughter a nod before saying, "Be good." With that they climbed back into their car and sped away. A toothy grin spread across the young girl's face before she scooped up her bags and bolted up the stairs towards Riverview. She lingered in the massive doorway scanning the sea of extraordinary people in front of her. She felt her stomach turning with excitement. She wasted no time making her way to the amphitheater for the Headmaster's welcoming speech.


She sat poised on the edge of her seat for the entire speech, hanging onto each word the Headmaster said. Though this was Olivia's second year at Riverview she faced this year with new goals. Her first year had come and gone with little excitement due to her parents constantly keeping tabs on her. She promised herself this year would be full of new friendships and extraordinary events. Her heart rate quickened with excitement at the mention of being partnered up. She was fascinated with the science that went into the process of finding each student's perfect match.


After the speech was over and the Headmaster's cat finished delivering her rather shocking performance, Olivia gathered her belongings and made her way through the massive crowd at a sluggish pace. With a map of Riverview clutched in her fist she set off to find her dorm room. Her head swirled with anticipation as she neared her door. I wonder if I met my room mate last year. I wonder what her power is. What if she doesn't like me. She gave her head a vigorous shake clearing the ridiculous doubts from her mind. Finally she burst through the door to find that her anticipation would be prolonged for her room mate had already unpacked and left. She glanced down at the map where she had scribbled her room mate's name. Christina O'Lynch. A familiar name but she couldn't seem to recall a face or any other information for that matter.


She sighed as she scattered her bags at her feet. A small grin crept onto her face as she felt a familiar energy building inside of her. Suddenly, out of thin air, a copy of herself appeared next to her. "Hmm," Olivia mumbled as she gave the clone a scrutinizing glance, "nearly perfect, could be better." She replicated herself once more and together they quickly unpacked. When the job was done the clones snapped out of existence just as quickly as they were created. Olivia couldn't contain a soft bout of laughter. Using her powers freely was so invigorating. With a bounce in her step she exited the dorm and made her way down through the levels of Riverview to the laboratory.


She hopped into the quickly forming line and was delighted to recognize someone. Suddenly the name clicked with the face. Christina O'Lynch. Olivia had a class with her during her first year though they'd never been introduced to each other. She approached her and the unfamiliar boy she was conversing with. "Uh, hello," she said hoping she wasn't interrupting, "my name is Olivia. I believe I'm your room mate."

 

[Nyx]

Frederick had already been somewhat late to the opening assembly, even now in the testing he was late as well. A queue stretched out from the lab entrance, aside from that there was still a sizable number of students loitering and speaking to each other. No doubt they were all discussing the roommate pairings and such. He had cursed himself for being late in the first place, he practically lived here for the duration of the break. There was absolutely no valid reason why he'd be late but it happened all the same.


Frederick fell in line with the rest of the crowd gathered for testing. He was curious as to what kind of person he'd be set up with. He certainly hoped that it'd be someone who could tolerate his presence, the last time he was paired up with a person who had no patience for him kinda forced Frederick to sleep with one eye open. To keep watch for the classic 'death by pillow' it was dreadfully pathetic and laughable way to die, he'd much rather have died in the jaws of a particularly nasty monster or better yet not die at all.


He would also hope they wouldn't be weirded out by his Axe Hand as well. Frederick just knew that he'd be an especially odd fellow to his roommate when he would begin screaming 'DOWN AXE HAND!' In the middle if the night after a particularly intense dream. He could unconsciously call upon the power of The Axe Hand or The Fist, which made it dangerous for him as he could unwittingly tire himself out just by getting excited. Like right now as continued thinking about prospective roommates. Needless to say blurted out a few words in public as he waited for his turn to get tested.


"Down, Axe Hand!"


Did I say blurt? I meant shout.

 

[Ineffectivd]

As much as the girl claimed she was handling the situation, an unconscious threat is a good threat. That and people usually strayed from someone who just whipped out a lashing from nowhere. The reach of furious metal worker was a rather dangerous zone. Also, if Shou had been given the 'monster' treatment, she hardly believed she would have reacted much besides placing a hand on the girl's face and pushing her aside. After all, this school was filled with empowered humans. Chances were, they had ways to fight back. She didn't respond to her partner's reprimanding, choosing instead to gaze ahead and walked on. She felt the hand of the other girl slip in between hers. Shou rubbed her forehead with her free hand and, once again, didn't respond, and instead, slightly tightened her grip, as if afraid to lose her in the school.


"I've said I do not need to take the test. The headmaster has my records on hold. You may say that he knows me well." Shou uttered, almost quietly, as she and the girl made their way into the lab rooms. Almost at once, she could feel eyes from all over the room. Her hand slipped out of Florence's and her eyes seemingly turned into steel, glaring down those who turned to look at them.

 

[tem502]

@Minnow @Ineffectivd @Kain @Krystael


While Florence was an open book herself, she was extremely good at reading others, correctly attributing Shou's silence to disagreement in this case.


"I know you arent, but a lot of people in the school are here because they hate and fear monsters, so for me to be in the school makes them...nervous. Especially if they've heard what adult Naiad's could do if we were actually violent." She paused and gave a small smile to Shou. "Thank you, though. Your metal thingies neat."


Settling into the line, she looked to the people infront of them; she roughly recognised a few of them, but they looked to be in the lower end of the school years.


Her hair started flowing faster and bubbling slightly with excitement, and she turned to them, giving a curtsey to the group as a whole.


She was enjoying the prospect of not only potentially making several new friends, but also of promptly dismissing their actual names and giving them silly nicknames in place.


Waiting politely until their was a suitable gap in conversation, she adressed them.


"Hullo there! Im Florence. My grumpy friend here is Shouly-but-you-shouldnt-call-her-that-because-it-makes-her-mad-so-just-call-her-Shou. I know she already looks mad, but you'll make her face go from this-" As she spoke the colour washed out of her so she stood translucent and glassy, like a statue of clear ice, though she was infact still liquid. The features of her face shifted to a mirror of Shou's own countanance with a slight scowl on her face, and then colour returned to her. "-to this." She narrowed her eyes into a battle-scowl that was a relatively good copy of Shou's angry face.


Her face relaxed into her own visage and colouring, and she glanced over them all briefly, taking in Olivia's poise, Drake's general demeanour, and Christina's features, then turned to each in turn and adressed them with a twinkle in her eye.


While most people in the school would be studying others to gain an inkling of their battle prowess or danger, she was infact trying to glean potential ways of bonding with them all.


"Lessee, lessee...You're standing like you know how to dance; we should practise together sometime, I bet there are some Greek dances you'd be wonderful at!" She then looked to Christina. "You're from Ireland? I had family their once upon a time. In a little town in 'the rolling hills'." She then turned to Drake. "And your standing like your used to waiting in queues and you absolutely hate it but youve been raised too polite to do anything but wait. British?"

 

[Humor]

The cherry at the end of the cigarette chortled warming up and ceasing to a low orange glow. The tip of the ash fell to the ground the free form smoke crept from Lawrence's (Luk) mouth. The light tinge of menthol swarmed his mouth as the tingle the inhalant coated his throat. His eyes law half cast like the eyelids were only held open from the sleep crust that lingered in the corner of his eye. The peach skin underneath the alcoves of his sockets were stained a heavy black from the bags underneath the eyes. The eyebrows of Luks were furrowed as every little noise made his head ring. Passing through the gate Luk let the smoke fall from his lips hitting the concrete tiles beneath him. The tip of ash and flame shattered into an orange and red then black dust on the ground as his shoe stepped on the tip putting it out. Luk's left hand hung in a sling bringing it across his chest cradling it from unnecessary movements. This was one of the last days he would have to wear it. Last day he wouldn't have to be on the mend. His right arm held lazily at his side as the finger tips held the rim of a long can of iced coffee. Luk would occasionally squeeze the sides making the can sides depress slightly then releasing the pressure causing it to click.


His right hand rose to his mouth bringing the opening of the black and copper colored can to his lips giving it a good sip then placing it at his side again. Not many people lined the front gate or even the courtyard for that matter. Luk grumbled as he was late to school again just like everyday an endless cycle of obnoxious needs of timed precision. Lawrence came to the front door the school as another student popped the door open for him.


"... my white knight...." Luk moaned as he shot the left over residue of smoke and coffee sludge from his mouth onto the floor outside. With the occasional sip of his can he made his way towards the lab. People in the halls gave slightly quick cast looks like he was some delinquent or freak where they dare not may eye contact but wanted to peek and gaze at the one who seemed different from them. The Luk's hair was a mess of bed head as each piece of hair was disheveled criss-crossing over each other never being able to tell where one strand started. The light cuts on his face were fading although the light red marks still remained visible like a cat scratched 1/4th of his face. The band aid on the bridge of his nose covered a large scab that was still healing. The white button down shirt was off one button leaving it dismantled and unorderly the black sweater jacket was lazily put on with never being pulled down the shoulders of the stitching never lined up almost giving it a look of it was to small for Luk. The black slender pants led down to a pair of dirt stained shoes that seem to be at the end of their life cycle. The once white shoe laces stained a brownish grey in most spots. A large patch of Icey Hot adorned the back of his neck white small bandage wraps covered all of his left hand, as well as all the fingers on his right. the contrast between the stark white bandages to the tanned palm made them almost glow florescently.


Luk gave out a low hoarse cough coming to the lab door. He kicked it with the tip of his shoe over and over again.


"Hello..." Luk droned. "Dr. Jekyl you in there?... or is it Mr Hyde today. I need to do that blood thing... open the door." Luk kicked harder the door rattled on its hinges from the force he exerted.

 

[Mad Prince of Sanity]

Ignatius stood just outside the gates of Riverview, gazing blankly ahead at the large greyish building before him. The Void shifting forward slightly beneath his feet as he took his first few steps. The sleek, crystalline substance feeling as natural beneath his feet as the ground did to other people. Once again he stopped, looking out across the few gifted people still in the courtyard, each of which glowing with their own odd aura that signified them for what they were. He gives a soft sigh, almost a steadying breathe as if to prepare for... whatever experience waited within these walls for him. Scratching his forearm in a slight fit of nervous anticipation as he begins to stride forward, his footsteps silenced by the Void as he walked. Finally reaching the entrance, catching the eye of nearly everyone still in the courtyard on the way, only to shut the large door behind him as he enters the Academy.


As the large central door closes with a heavy, ominous thud, Ignatius is greeted by a large, empty room with a flight of staircases directly in front of him but not a person in sight. "Perhaps I am.... later than I thought?" He muses quietly, his voice it's usual neutral octave as it echoes ever so slightly around the grand room. He closes his eyes, taking a slow, steady breathe before focusing only on his sight. As he opens his eyes, the features of the building blur and numerous shifting lights of nearly every color appear deeper within the building. "I suppose I have missed the Headmaster's speech. It seems everyone is being tested now." His fingers twitch in a small spasm of excitement, but yet he still does not smile, or give any hint of the emotion his body had just betrayed. "This will undoubtedly be... interesting."


After what he could only assume as far too much time to simply reach the testing area, Ignatius reaches the back of a long line of students waiting to be tested. Only for those close to him, some of them absentmindedly flexing their abilities, to have them cut off as the Void Field enveloped them. As Ignatius peaks down the line, not realizing he was being glared at by a few students in particular, he noticed something of an odd sight. A girl, one who he could see perfectly with no aura. At least he thought so at first, only then to realize that was because her form WAS her aura, which began to shake and undoubtedly become harder and harder to hold as the field barely reached her even though she was supposed to be outside it's range. Furrowing his brows at this Ignatius casts his gaze to the ground, only to confirm his suspicions. While he had stopped, his Void had not and instead, had continued to creep up the side of the line. With a simple flick of his wrist he halts it's advance, drawing it back toward him in a small circle around his feet, and limits the field to a foot around his person.


Even with his limiting of the field, it did not spare the person directly in front of him of it's adverse effects. It only made sense to Ignatius that, after a minute or so of being powerless, they steps forward until they could use their abilities. Leaving him quite separated from the line as a whole. Though he didn't mind, it only made sense they would want active use of their powers even among other supposed friendly students. Casting his gaze back down the line Ignatius sees the girl from before's form has stabilized and she seems unharmed. However after a moment he also realizes the girl standing with her, her aura has a fine, silvery quality to it that seems definite in it's area and Ignatius is immediately reminded of the sharp edge of a honed blade. The girl herself, however seems to be... uncomfortable, which he could understand well enough. Finally he averts his gaze, even closing his eyes and giving another relinquished sigh. Nothing to do now but simply wait and see, something he was eerily used to.

 

[Hippopotamus]

"For goodness sake Ingrid, you need to comply! Get up, get dressed, get out the door and into the car!"


"No! Leave me alone!"


A small scrawny child clinger for her dear life to the corner of a nicely decorated room. The lighting, not too light due to the purple shades blocking the window at the side and the lamps blocked by (also purple) lamp shades, made it hard to see the little girl and her antics. She did not want to go. She did not want to go out, and for a good reason. Her new parents, in more ways than one, were suspicious and creepy. And they were outside of the room door trying to pull her into some new, terrifying experience.


The door handle buckled violently. Ingrid squealed and knelt down with a broom in the same corner of the room. Her eyes squeezed together in fear, and her body shifted involuntarily. Then hell Thad been let loose into the bedroom.


The door was forced out of its locked state and pushed aside to the wall nearby to create a booming sound that would be heard throughout the house and outside as well. Ingrid jumped at the act, now crying, and squeezed the broom that stood next to her. The two parents saw the sniveling figure in the darkness of the room, and quickly acted upon it, rushing to Ingrid. In unison, they took Ingrid off of the wall and tossed her onto the plush-lined bed in the middle of the room with the broom and stood over her intimidatingly.


Ingrid yelped, rolled around, and stared at the two in fear. She sniffled once. Her mind told her to rebel, to scream her way out, but before she knew it a cloth was forced upon her mouth. She frantically kicked and flailed. Not too soon after, she had became weak and tired, then fell into unconsciousness.

~

​

"Great, we're late. If she had gotten in like a good littl' girl this wouldn' 'ave happened."


"She won't miss the testing, it's fine. She'll figure things out sooner or la'er..."


Ingrid could not hear the voices so clearly in her head but she knew they were there. She could feel the bumpiness and jumpiness below her. It was obvious that she was in a car of sorts. She craned her head to look around but all she saw was black. Everything else she could not move. She was gagged, blindfolded, and restrained.


The car stopped for a moment. She could hear the two at the front exiting, then going to the back to retrieve her. She was pulled out of the car, out into the open. And then everything was revealed to her.


The blindfold and gag were pulled off simultaneously. The two adults took their time getting the chains off of her arms and legs. She could see it beforehand, the school. It towered above like a prison and fortress, its gates like the opening to the gates of hell. Ingrid felt another sense of fear overcome her. She tripped trying not to become too ecstatic over the situation. When the chains were finally free she made a madman's sprint to the door and was interrupted then pulled back to the school by one of the adults. She tried to run back but, of course, the car had left before then. In it's place was Ingrid's treasured broom and a map.


Ingrid frowned. She wanted to cry, she was alone again. She wobbled over to the end of the road and picked the two objects up, with misery. She was happy she had her broom back, but now she had to fend for herself in a place that looked like it would eat her up and spit her out.


She took a gander with the map, dragging it with her into the gates of the academy.

~

​

Ingrid was following the map to the best of her ability. Her goal, as circled in red on the paper, was to reach the laboratory in the deep ends of the establishment. She was doing well for a shy and easily scare-able child in a new environment. When she had finally reached what had looked to be a line, she was convinced it was this "Labratory" she was supposed to go to. Shrinking back to shyness, Ingrid stepped up to the person at the back of the line and pulled at their sleeve, trying to get their attention.

 

[Krystael]

Christina frowned softly "Well, I'm sorry about that. Its school policy though, so its something you have to do." she just felt like she was stating the obvious, but she didn't know how else to respond to him. She blinked as she was suddenly spoken to by another person, another girl about her age. Green eyes blinked, "Oh. Oh! Olivia....Kohl? Right?" The dark haired teen frowned, thinking back to where she had met the girl, her face was familiar... "Oh, didn't we have a class together last year?"


Her smile became more genuine as she turned to talk to the girl, trying to be sociable for once, this person was after all going to be her roommate for the whole year. "Christina, but you can just call me Chrissy." She stuck her hand out for the other girl to take, her demeanor relaxing a bit more. This girl seemed nice, nothing was off or threatening about her... And she felt at ease around her. That must be why they had been roomed together, no doubt. Good, she liked that.


Hesitantly she took her hand back as the older student from before addressed her and the two she was standing with. "Well, yes, I'm Irish." She wondered just... How...? The whole...face changing.... That was weird. And cool. But kind of freaky still. "My name is also Christina O'Lynch... If you'd like to know." She was going back to her usual countenance of being quiet and not wanting to talk. there were a few more people in her personal space and conversation then she was comfortable with.

 

[Mad Prince of Sanity]

As he stood there, eyes closed and thoughts shifting back and forth between what lay ahead and what had already passed, Ignatius felt a soft tug on his sleeve. At first he mistook it for his own imagination, but upon it persisting he opened his eyes and turned, seeing a small child, with a soft, shivering aura standing behind him. He blinked his featureless grey eyes and tilted his head slightly, tempted to kneel down level to the girl but stayed where he was for now. "Yes? Is there something you need of me?" He noted she carried simply a broom with her, and gripped a map in her other hand even though it shook very slightly.


He pauses for a moment, emotions, even his own, were always very difficult for him to deal with. Even now he could feel a nervous itch calling his attention, before his mind lights with an idea, simply smile. He does his best to offer a smile, as smiles generally calmed people's nerves and gave a sense of peace and acceptance. He, however, was not so good at conveying emotions and couldn't even seem to bring his lips up at the corners, so instead he clears his throat and continues speaking.


"You are new here as well then?" Now he knelt, giving her an inquisitive tilt of his head before making a conscious effort to reel back his Void field, not wanting anything to scare the child further as that usually resulted in a bit of pandemonium. He casts his gaze to one side, taking a moment to mill over his thoughts before turning his eyes back to her "May I know your name? Mine is Ignatius. I find people become better acquainted when they share their names, so I would think it would help calm them down if they were scared, don't you?" He contemplates his words shortly after saying them, they were logical, and made perfect sense, so barely a breathe passes between this sentence and his next.


"And so...." He extends his hand slightly to the girl, halting it half-way between them, no longer registering her fear in the hopes it would help her to forget it as well. Instead he treats it as an average greeting to any other person. Vaguely registering that this could be taken as outright strange or odd, this thought is then greeted by that uncomfortable twisting in his gut he hates so much. "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss."

 

[Hippopotamus]

Even as a kid that was looking for answers, Ingrid inwardly longed for comfort and assurance, that she was going to be okay. As for the young man she had been receiving attention from now, she was unsure what to think of him. His grey eyes were like voids that threatened to suck her in, his paleness screaming death or nothingness. Yet, she was lulled into his gestures and settled gentleness, that wasn't over-the-top but still made it look like he was genuinely concerned with her, at least.


Her eyes wandered, she couldn't grasp the response she wanted right away due to her shyness. She stepped back, in case the young man warranted danger, and nodded modestly. She was, indeed, new. For whatever this was.


He pondered for a bit on his thoughts, then continued to address her, suggesting that they both gave their name to the other, to introduce themselves and get to know each other better, and also calm them down. It didn't seem that bad an idea, and he wasn't doing anything harmful...


"Ingrid..."


Her lips pursed, though not in irritation. She looked down at the hand placed halfway before her. Ingrid hesitated to the hand, but after overcoming her inner conflict she moved the map into her other hand and used her now free hand to reach out for the young man's hand, gently placing it within his.

 

[Vitorix]

Vanessa Chernikova's enticing eyes snapped towards the door as it fully opened, parting for the frame of Kyra. Her expression remained calm as she picked up a knife from her bedside table, absent-mindedly turning the blade over and over in her fingers as Kyra spoke. As she finished calling Vanessa "lassy" the blade was launched from between her index and forefinger and sent spiralling past the female's head by mere centimetres, lodging carefully into the drywall behind her. She lazily stretched her arms above her head, ignoring the fabric of her shirt that was riding up her slender body before she offered a swift yet dangerous smile.


"If you are to be my room mate, I want to make two things clear. One; don't touch my stuff. Two; don't tell or even suggest of me what to do. If these simple rules are followed, this relationship will blossom swimmingly. You're welcome for helping him as well as apologizing."


A pause.


Vanessa then indifferently strode past her, removing the knife from the wall that was now home to a hole. This was Kyra's side of the room anyway. She flicked off the white dust that gathered upon the blade and then stuffed it carefully away before moving to the door. She placed her finger tips idly against the cold wood before grabbing the doorknob to open up the door, and allowing Kyra to sweep past. Her sinister eyes following the figure of the girl as she left. Once alone, she closed the door and placed her back against it.


"Zachariah el Morgan... there is no need to knock," he voice echoed through the door before he even had the chance to place his fist against the wood. Of course, she spoke too quick for him to even comprehend the situation before his instincts made him knock. Vanessa opened the door and peeked around the frame, silver hair dangling over her soul-piercing eyes.


"How are you?"


The abnormal eyes of her old friend peered back at her, striking curiosity within the female's mind on why he could possibly be here when he should be down at the labs with everyone else.


"There is no time to speak. We must go."


She captured his wrist in her steely grasp and lead him out of her room, using the heel of her foot to close the door before she guided him down to the labs. Once there, she dropped his wrist and swept her attention sparingly amongst the students. Many of them would likely notice her due to her outlandish physical assets; such as hair and eyes. There was also a feeling that followed her, easily making people aware of her presence. It was a blessing and a curse. However, each face came with a mental logbook. Name, age, power, year and weakness. It was like a visual notice summary on each person she laid eyes on.

Doctor Lerkelashvor placed a hand on Ilay's shoulder, forcing him to lay down on the bed lined with wax parchment.


"Now, Ilay. I'm just going to take a vial of blood."


She placed the rubber band around his upper arm and tied it rather tight before she grabbed a cotton swab. Swiftly, she dunked it into a little white cup full of rubbing alcohol before generously dabbing the cold, wet tip across the spot where the needle was to be place. She discarded of the used cotton swab and picked up a needle which was now attached to the body with his name on it. She gently begun to arouse the vein in his arm before pushing the needle tip through the flesh and into the blood source, watching carefully as crimson so dark it appeared black filled the bottle. Once finished, she removed the needle and placed a band aid over the small puncture wound.


"Next I shall take some hair pieces and extract dead skin."


She handed the sealed bottle of blood to a helping nurse, who rushed it towards a small fridge to be kept in. Meanwhile, Calla used a knife to cut off a very small amount of hair; enough to test, but not enough to notice it was missing. She placed this on a clear piece of glass before placing another over top. She wrote his name in marker on the lid and gave it to the nurse who then placed it on a rack at the back of the room. The next thing to be done was the extraction of dead skin. She sighed softly and used the same arm with the rubber band still attached and placed a slate of glass under, using the knife to gently scrap at the surface of the skin until it begun to appear irritated. She then scraped the knife against the glass, moving follicles of skin onto it for testing. Another lid and then carted away by an assisting nurse. The same but not least procedure was gathering fingerprints. She placed down a small thick card of paper and ink. She grabbed his hand and placed each finger into the ink before individually smooshing the fingerprints onto the paper. With everything done, she hurried him out the door and took in the next patient. The list went on; all the procedures the same. Each thing used was discarded of and new ones used for sanitary purposes.


The patients that came and entered were as followed; Jack, John, Kyra (@Fall), Reyna (@Caldwell), Florence (@tem502), Christina (@Krystael), Drake (@Kain), Erin (@EccentricallyDriven), Shou (@Ineffectivd), Frederick (@Nyx), Oliva (@Minnow), Lawrence (@Humor), and Ingrid (@Paranoia).


It was night fall by the time she had most of her testing done. There were still some students remaining that needed to be tested and would be tested soon in order.


Zachariah (@Zachariah el Morgan), Vanessa Chernikova, Erin (@ErisianDialects), Yi (@SirDurrHurrHurr), and Rin (@VirusOfLife).


{Sorry if you guys were in the middle of a rp; I just wanted to speed the testing up so we could dive into the starts of the rp. xD Anyway. The second listing of people have a chance to actually rp walking into the lab, which I didn't do with the original listing. You do still have a chance to react in your posts if you want but nothing will come of it from the scientists. I wish I could have made this post longer but I don't have much time and it is already three in the morning and I am exhausted so the quality is poor, I know. If I have forgotten anyone's characters or anyone, please message me and we will get it sorted out. Thank you for waiting so long. I had lost my muse for rp for a week straight but I think it is somewhat coming back to me.}