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Fantasy Solatium Academy ((Now Accepting))

@Vranea


Miranda listened carefully as Tecomaria explained her plants. Were they... reacting to her words? Miranda hadn't known normal plants to have emotional reactions, but these plants had spirits, and besides, nothing had really been normal in 13 years. She restrained her surprise and tentatively reached out her hand to Ginger, curious about what the plant might do. She was intending to give it a high five if it moved, but there were a lot of things a stalk of ginger with a spirit could do, even out of an arrangement.


"I've known humans have spirits ever since, you know," she said. "But I never knew it about plants. Or maybe I just never noticed it until now. Are all plants..." she wasn't sure how to finish the sentence. "... like this?"
 

Katarina


The slight burning in her cheeks only grew hotter with his movements. She knew what was coming and she longed for it. The light brushing of their lips, even being so soft, caused a fire to spark in her chest. A small smile grew on her face as she opened her eyes, looking at him for what seemed like eternity as he still had his eyes shut. Time was passing so slowly and she wasn't bothered by it. She had gained the world in a little less than four hours. She brought her hand up to his face, brushing several locks of his raven black hair behind his ear and out of his face. She enjoyed the slight innocence about him. He didn't know what he was doing, just as she didn't. It was becoming obvious to her now, though. This moment explained everything to her in vivid detail. He was a lot taller than she was, so once he opened his eyes to her touch, she stood on her toes and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. She smiled at him. It was all there now, how she felt was there and she knew what it was. She silently made it her duty to not only protect him, but to protect his happiness as well. 


"You will be my king," she whispered to him. She opened her mouth again and spoke, "Aleks, I l-" she was cut off by the familiar ringing of the school bell, indicating all students should be in their dorms in three minutes, and in bed. She shook her head as the moment, for the third time, was ruined. It could wait.She reached down and locked her fingers with his. They fit perfectly together and her chest tingled again, a smile creeping back onto her features before she started walking again back to the dorms, slowly still wanted to savor the moment.


Upon arriving, she saw no sign of their other roommate. She reluctantly let go of his hand again, looking back at him again before changing into her night clothes in the closet and then flopping onto her bed. She looked at the ceiling, repeating what had happened over and over again in her head. 
 
"Ah well, I guess we'll have to finish this duel another day," Soran bowed slightly and slung his quarterstaff taking a moment to run his hands over the runes that lined the staff. 


Soran quickly walked back toward his room surveying the student body wondering who he could befriend. Maybe his room mate would be in by now. He quickened his steps, his feet nearly disappearing from the speed of his walk. He slowed down wondering why he had done that. It wasn't like he needed to go that fast to get back to his dorm. Hmm, why were there lovebirds in the dorms already. Quite smooth those guys. One afternoon.... He shrugged mentally. Other half people maybe. He chuckled to himself slightly. He stepped into his room and looked shocked at the wall. 


"Whatsup with the vines on the wall? Oh hi! I'm your roommate," Soran strode over and offered his hand. "I'm Soran. 


@Slothtastic
 
"Hmm? Oh th' vines? They're grape vines. Aeh like tuh ea' 'em in th' mornin'. An' Aeh'm Oliver Thorn." He stuck out his hand, the Satyr stood at 6'5, having a muscular build. 


@Blitzer
 

PROFESSOR LAZARUS CHAUNCEY
His features were an open book of understanding, intently listening to what she had to say, and satisfied with his answer. "Minerva, or Miss
Averneth, that's all I wanted to hear. Like I said, it's really none of my business. But, I can try and stabilise that tightrope a little. Some are cursed with the minds of judgemental children, which is unfortunate, yet I can't see you hurting anyone with or without purpose. You're a strong woman, a trustworthy woman too, from what I can see. Of course, I'd love to give you that tour, I merely desired we clear the air a little. Although on the other hand, I might just have to see about those ancient traditions and spells. I haven't got much on Witchcraft. Your ancestors and culture are very well concealed. I can only glean so much from the Witch trials and public documents before the trail runs cold. But now I'm the rambler, so please, you'd better follow me before we end up stuck here any longer." 

Alas, he heard the bells ring for students to get into the dorms and glanced between himself and his redheaded companion. "Maybe a quick tour at that. However, I must insist that we sit down and have a discussion at length someday over a bottle of whisky. Just so I might forget anything embarrassing about my existence that could be used against me." Lazarus laughed.



 


@Aio
 
The ginger swayed a little to meet the hand of the ghost. "Yes, all plants have spirits. In fact the forest around the school is sort of like a massive city for plant spirits. But they are a little kinder than most people you'd find in a city. Well unless you do the forest some sort of unjust harm." She explained with a smile. "Most people never notice because they assume the whispers and the movements are just wind or an animal."


 @Mollisol
 
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@Vranea


"That sounds really nice," Miranda said. She giggled as the ginger swayed, and softly patted it. "High-five. Ginger with a soul."  For some reason, she didn't have the impulse to go down and scare the plant spirits. "So they have their own community. That's something I'd like to be part of one day - a community of people who like surrounding themselves with beautiful things. Did I tell you I've never met a ghost besides myself?"
 
Soran blinked for a second at his accent before shaking his hand. "How did you end up coming to this place," he said after dropping his hand. 


"I'm here because of my dad. He came here ages ago and said I should come here to develop my powers greatly. I'm not sure how they can help with physical and unlocking my psychic power." 


Soran unslung his staff and placed it on the wall before observing his roommate closer. 
 

Aleksander


Hanging his coat up and removing his shirt before sitting down on the bed and kicking his boots off, Aleksander could only believe that this was all a cruel dream, tempting him with emotions and sensations that he never would be able to feel again. After all, now that his mind retook the reigns, so to speak, it was practically screaming at him about how irrational, how utterly unlikely and not normal this situation was, but he found that he didn't care. If this was a dream, he'd go comatose. If this was real, he'd tell his mind to sod off, simple as that. There was no uncertainty about how he felt. he may still be clueless on a name for it, but he knew what he wanted, and that was her. He looked at Kat as she lay down, probably trying to sleep. He wanted her to stay by his side, to feel the warmth of her palm in his. He smiled uncharacteristically at the memory of her slipping her hand into his, kissing his nose. It was a childish grin, and his mind raged at him for acting in such a way. He was a Sova, heir to the greatest line of Summoners in both the Material Plane and the Void; he was better then smiling giddily like a school boy-he shook his head, blatantly telling his mind to go bugger itself. He would be powerful, he would surpass his line, and she would be by his the side the whole way. He felt his cheeks burn slightly at her words. 


"You will be my king."


How those words made his heart race as if he were running for miles. It was strange, how he felt, but he enjoyed it. he felt more human than he ever had felt previously. Now that he had this sensation of fulfillment, he could only wonder how he had carried on before, living a hollow life. He wouldn't be able to be without her, that much was for sure. His Queen...what a pleasant thought. He cared about her more so than he ever cared about anyone, and while that was dangerous for both of them, seeing as Summoners were blamed for everything under the Sun since the Great Cataclysm, he couldn't stop himself, didn't want to. Sighing, he fell back on his bed, hand outstretched and playing with the shadows, swirling and shifting them, knowing sleep was going to be a fruitless venture. Head turning, he found Mora's journal next to him. Well, school wasn't starting for two days. He could afford some research.
 

Katarina


As much as she had enjoyed the day and the time she spent with Aleksander, sleep wasn't far away for her. Sleep had never been hard to come by, for her, because of the constant threads of information running through her head every waking hour. She had let her hair down again and she turned over to face him, her black locks falling haphazardly across her pillow and her face, but her eyes were still visible. The rooms weren't too big, so their beds weren't too far apart. She let her arm fall off the side of the bed and closed her eyes, recalling the memories in her head. Her mind rushed to start asking questions and she groaned. It was frustrating, not being able to enjoy even the simplest things without questioning their motives or what she could have done to enhance the situation. She sighed and focused on falling into the blissfulness that was sleep, It was her one time to get away from life.


Her mind panicked for a moment and her breathing hastened again. Even though he was right next to her, his warmth was so far away. She had gone so long without physical interaction, she almost craved it. She groaned again and forced her eyes closed again, making herself calm down enough for sleep to take her over, the rise and fall of her chest going into a peaceful rhythm. She drifted into the darkness.
 
Threlm had been sleeping through a good portion of the day and missed his ride over to the school. But he had finally arrived. It looked great and he couldn't wait to do school again! Is what the nerds would say he couldn't wait to get into his room and sleep the night away. Though he was looking forward to reading and some combat though that of course wasn't the main attraction for him. The simple classroom provided a quiet and calm location in witch he could sleep peacefully in. He was having such thoughts apon walking through the doors and looking around. Most people would be asleep or getting to bed by now so he ought to find out what dorm he was in and head there. He went up to a thing that would tell him and found out. He smiled noticing that he had it all to himself at least for now. Threlm started on his way to his dorm room looking around the place with a grin on his face.


@Anyone who wants to.
 
Professor Minerva Averneth


Minerva braced herself for whatever may come, expecting to receive malice instead of benevolence. When Lazarus started to speak she was almost caught off guard as his words were far kinder than she expected. Allowing a small smile to grace her features as he seemed genuinely interested in her people and culture. Nodding when he asked to learn more about her culture. "Well you see that is mainly why I am here. Many of my kind tend to stay within the same circles, only going to schools strictly for the purpose of serving wizards and witches. We don't really allow outsiders into our lives so instead of outsiders attempting to understand and for us to try explain people just start assuming things and most aren't always so true." She shrugged before folding her hands behind her back. "Anyways I would love to meet over some drinks, and I suppose we should start this tour." She smiled and nodded towards the doorway, as she attempted to walk towards it.


@HumansArentReal
 

Maverick Lucian


[SIZE= 16px]Maverick finished smoking putting his pipe away. He was leaning against the window watching as students began to fade out into the buildings around him. There was still the weekend before classes started might as well go catch some food before heading to his room. After a while found his way into the cafeteria. He found a table towards the back of the cafeteria a circular booth. He relaxed holding his hand in front of him. A black mist formed for a second teleporting in a large pitcher.[/SIZE]


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[SIZE= 16px]It contained a glowing green liquid, which resonated with a unique ethereal signature. Maverick pored it into a cup which resembled a relic of some kind. Taking a sip Maverick closed his eyes, as a wave of Ecstasy flowed into him. He placed the cup back down looking around. he noticed a student or two, had bin looking at him. They averted their gaze when he looked towards them. It was good they did not know what it was he would of hated to disturb the students. He looked at a book which appeared in his hand.[/SIZE]


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[SIZE= 16px]His eyes glowed a faint neon blue, as he read the book. He figured he would take the time to catch up on what was going on in a realm he had not visited in a few hundred years. Perhaps even a idea or two for curriculum would pop into his mind.[/SIZE]


@Anyone
 
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Aleksander


"Why do some Summoners hit blocks within their formative years while others have the power to kill within the first few years of life? There are numerous theories on it, all based upon the First Law: Nothing is infinite. After all, if all Summoner had the power that some posses at a young age, imagine the catastrophe we would have on our hands. It would just be asking for another Cataclysm, over the three we've had previously. The same goes for the reverse, if all were as weak as some are, the Summoner race would eventually die out from either being hunted down or the blood would run too thin; the power lost. In all honesty, blocks are natural ways of life some Summoners have to go through as the Universe's way of reminding us that the First Law is in effect, as it always will be. There is no way to be rid of a block except to wait until the block decides to lift itself."


Aleksander practically growled as he shut the thick volume and forced himself to calm down lest he throw the book across the room, and wake up his roommates...wake up her. He breathed a sigh, glancing at her slumbering form before looking out the window near his bed and winced slightly. He could see the faint rays of the sun rising over the forest-lined horizon. Placing the volume of theories down, he moved onto the next book: Summoner Bloodlines and What Makes a Summoner. What a title. Aleksander thought, more angry and disappointed by the information he had read than he wanted to admit. He needed more power, doubly so now that he had someone to protect; someone else's dreams and aspirations to make reality. He opened the volume with a sigh, sitting on the foot of his bed and wondered absentmindedly when he would be able to order that desk and bookcase.
 

Katarina


Kat made a rather odd noise as she woke up, pulling her sheets over her face as the first lights of dawn creeped through the window. 


First day of classes. Oh boy. 


She sighed and finally pulled herself from the haven that was her bed and stretched, her bones popping and waking up along with her. She stood up, rubbing her eyes as her feet touched the cold wood floor of her dorm. She sighed, whispering to herself. "I should get a rug or something," 


She had already taken her shower the night before and put her hair up so (hopefully) it wouldn't be an absolute disaster when she took it down. Her first night here was one out of a dream, a fairytale almost. Her second, not so much. Aleks had been pouring over the many books and journals he had brought with him. She didn't bother him much, so she got to know their other roommate a bit more and he wasn't as bad as she previously thought. He was funny, and she liked that, surprisingly. 


She walked into the bathroom and filled a cup of water, practically boiling it under her own finger before dropping a teabag in it and grabbing her current read before sitting cross-legged on her bed. She sipped occasionally and quietly read, looking forward to learning how to actually do something with herself for once. 


 


 
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Threlm looked into the cafeteria as he walked by. He had not eaten at all since earlier that day. He smiled wondering if he could grab a quick bite to eat before heading off to bed. To him nothing but food and a good fight could stop him from sleeping. And right now food was what was on his mind. He took a step in noticing Professor Maverick. His favorite teacher do to the whole weapon practicing bit. It was defiantly the one that interested him the most and wasn't actually boring. With a grin he noticed a platter of different food on it. He smiled and picked up a plate next to it and took some food off before walking over to sit infront of Professor Maverick. Before he arrived he had noticed that he was reading a strange book. He of course wondered what he was reading about. But then he noticed the glowing green liquid. Curiosity took over and Threlm's feet quickened slightly as he headed for the seat. He stood on the other side of the table and lowered himself onto the seat setting his plate down. Not bothering to ask if he had permission to sit their. He grinned, "Hello Professor Maverick. How was your summer?"


@Lord Anubis
 
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Lazarus had yet to return to his quarters. Renascitur was restless today; He understood that the students shouldn't begin their first couple hours in the school discovering that one of their professors kept a Phoenix by his side most of the time, but even so, he had not known it would take to long for Laz to return. Renascitur flexed his wings and flicked his head a bit, sending small cinders into the air, that soon dissipated. The window had been closed in case he tried to leave that way and perhaps search for a snack, so the only areas he could travel to at the moment were around the room, and he did not like having to travel along the ground; It felt uncomfortable to flatten his talons along the cold surface.


 


Lazarus' room was seemingly filled with books of all different kinds, whether they be educational, or easy reading even. They were overflowing the shelves, some turned sideways to rest upon the others, while some weren't even inside them, but on the ground, stacked high into small towers. If one didn't know that Renascitur was capable of keeping control of his flames, they would likely think of him as a serious fire hazard in such a room.


 


He tapped about on the perch and then got low, bursting off and landing on top of a bookshelf. His talons had no claws on the back; only the three on the front, so clasping them around the rim at the top shelf was comfortable enough. The fire on his wings licked at the top of the case, singing it lightly; Most of the area was singed in places, but he wasn't perfect at controlling his flames, so that was to be expected.


 

 
It was the first time Miranda had slept in a long time - ghosts did not need to sleep, and Miranda had gotten used to staying awake during the period of time shortly after she died, when she was terrified of letting her guard down. (A ghost? Scared of what? She almost laughed.) When she woke up, she noticed a smell wafting into her quarters from another room. Food. She wrinkled her nose.


Miranda was going to stay away from anything resembling a cafeteria here. There would be a time when she forgave food, at some point, but that time was not now. She glanced over to see if Tecomaria was awake. Did her species eat? Maybe she could just hide in the room. Or ask her for advice - Miranda wasn't sure why, but she got the feeling Tecomaria would know what to say.


@Vranea
 
Soran had woken up early before needing to do to do his exercise. He needed to keep his body progressing consistently. By the time, the sun was rising, he was already sweating heavily and quite ready for a bath which he of course took. After stretching a bit after his shower, he headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast. His quarterstaff was of course slung over his back as he entered the cafeteria. He saw no one he knew in the cafeteria. It seemed that they had just begun preparing for breakfast, so he sat down on one of the benches and began whistling to himself. 
 
((Sorry about not posting all that much, real life has left me in a kinda bad emotional spot right now. I'll try and get better about responding.


Tecomaria woke up to the sound of her ginger plant complaining that it needed more water. She sat up and yawned, before tending to each of the plants in turn. She glanced over at her roommate who seemed to have already woken up. "Morning. Did you sleep well?" Tecomaria asked. She didn't particularly remember going to sleep, but then again she never did. It always just sort of happened for her and one point or another. @Mollisol
 
@Vranea


((What Elara said. Your life and peace of mind come first.))


Miranda waited for her roommate to finish tending to her plants before she started talking. Ghost problems would be a bit of a bombshell, but it needed to be dropped, or she wasn't going to know what to do.


"I did," the ghost said, deciding not to tell her about the related feature of her species. "For the first time in a long time. Hey, do you eat? I mean, are you going to the cafeteria? Now? Soon? At any point? Because..." the words tumbled out, and Miranda was vaguely aware that this was probably not what Tecomaria had wanted to wake up to. She put a hand on one eye. "... I'm not. I'm not. Sure. If I can. Eat. What do I do?"
 
Threlm looked into the cafeteria as he walked by. He had not eaten at all since earlier that day. He smiled wondering if he could grab a quick bite to eat before heading off to bed. To him nothing but food and a good fight could stop him from sleeping. And right now food was what was on his mind. He took a step in noticing Professor Maverick. His favorite teacher do to the whole weapon practicing bit. It was defiantly the one that interested him the most and wasn't actually boring. With a grin he noticed a platter of different food on it. He smiled and picked up a plate next to it and took some food off before walking over to sit infront of Professor Maverick. Before he arrived he had noticed that he was reading a strange book. He of course wondered what he was reading about. But then he noticed the glowing green liquid. Curiosity took over and Threlm's feet quickened slightly as he headed for the seat. He stood on the other side of the table and lowered himself onto the seat setting his plate down. Not bothering to ask if he had permission to sit their. He grinned, "Hello Professor Maverick. How was your summer?"


@Lord Anubis

Maverick Lucian


[SIZE= 16px]Maverick looked up upon one of the students sitting in his booth. Maverick closed the book setting it down in front of him. His dark ocean blue eyes locked on to the boy in front of him" Well young man my summer was quite interesting! Thank you for asking now do prey tell what is your name young man?" he asked in a calm yet intrigued tone. He took another sip from his glass a pulse of neon blue light emitted from his eyes. It was morning and he did not need to head to his classroom yet. Classes didn't start for about hour or so.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]@Saruwatari Tomohisa[/SIZE]
 
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