The Academy

[Takhesis]

[heehee It seems its pick on the new kid time.]

 

At the gesture, Agatha stood up and replied formally:

 

"My name is Agatha Fletcher, host to the Sesseljae Jolinar."

 

She did wonder why she'd been picked on - but then again the glow did make her stand out a little, even among the other races. Thanks for that by the way Jolinar.....

 

Guess it did save on individual introductions as the new student, at least.

[ValidEmotions]

Trevor Linole

Language Classroom

 

Agatha and Jolinar, hm? Well, a Sesseljae would explain the glowing. Glancing at the various students again, he let his eyes pause on the young lady in the back. "You're an elf, are you not? Why have you decided to sit towards the back?" Linole had intended for the question to sound a faint bit like an accusation, maybe even suggesting a stereotype but a rather harmless one. "Mind telling me your name?" The students would start to figure that, perhaps, he was simply inquiring about each of their names. Maybe.

 

Once the elf had given her name and, if she chose, her specific line of Elven nature, the aged man moved his attention elsewhere. "Well, seems like someone didn't get their rest as they should have..." He walked away from the front of the room and stopped beside Mizuki's desk where she laid her head. Lightly at first, he rapped his knuckles along the topside of the wooden table for a moment. "Young lass, would you care to join the rest of your classmates? Or am I required to dump a bucket of ice over yer head?" Linole had taken to tapping his fingertip against the backside of her skull as he spoke, intending to wake her. "By all technicality, class started some handful of minutes ago and it is rather disrespectful to sleep through any sort of lecture."

[[i'm going to be a little more aggressive in my posting frequency as I want to get this thread rolling again as I'm sure everyone else does to some extent.]]

[Takhesis]

Once attention had been shifted away from her, Agatha sat back down. She hadn't technically been told she could - but then again she hadn't been told she couldn't either.

 

Remaining standing would just be plain awkward, so she assumed permission. And it wasn't as if sitting down caused trouble.

 

Though perhaps it would, considering their instructor hadn't made an appearance. That was the main problem as far as she could tell.

[Drakonspite]

Luke

Language Classroom

 

Luke decided he was not particularly fond of Mr, Linoleum and have him an icy glare. If the glare was noticed or not was not his problem and he turned his head away slightly in disapproval. He did not understand why the combat teacher was in the language classroom. Though Luke had no basis to judge Mr. Linole on, Luke still thought that he was quite dim. He chuckled to himself quietly at the thought and leaned back on his chair. He was indifferent to languages but there was a particular one he had a soft spot for...

 

((Short post is short. What's this world's equivalent to Japanese? If there even is one))

[Natevaelle]

Silmarwen, Student

Location: Language Class

 

"You're an elf, are you not?"

 

Silmarwen had heard this voice enough during the first class to recognize it immediately without seeing the speaker. It was the teacher whose name she did not know because he did not introduce himself during gym class! He could have been calling the attention of another student, but regardless, she turned to look, wondering what he was doing in language class. Was he the substitute teacher for language as well?

 

"Why have you decided to sit towards the back?"

 

Her thoughts about the shadow in the corner were completely brushed aside. Though it was natural for her to answer truthfully, she hesitated. Was she really going to tell the teacher that she chose to stay in the back to be able to observe her fellow students? It would sound like she had little intention to pay attention in class, even if it was not the case. Perhaps, it was only a remark since he proceeded to ask another question. "Mind telling me your name?"

 

"My name is Silmarwen Dragonflame, Master," she replied politely. A moment later, a sleeping student drew the attention of the teacher. Silmarwen watched on curiously as he attempted to wake her.

[Luckyclaw]

(World's equivalent to Japan is Nihoun. Anything from Nihoun is Nihouneese, and the humans pulled out of the great war when Nihoun was attacked directly. This ended the 75-year war.)

 

If the Academy was older than a year or so, this sort of thing probably would have become tradition. Burung and Linole, with their take-charge attitudes and constant bets and meddling, would do this sort of thing whenever the opportunity presented itself. New teachers should be advised to keep close watches over their classes, lest Linole and Burung climb in through a window and whisk their students away as if they were foxes in a chicken coop.

 

"She probably won't take it well," Jubah replied wisely with his usual drawl, but his follow-up comment was laced with mischief, "Though if she doesn't like it, she should have been here on time."

 

~

 

Tatsuke had been wondering when the instructor was going to arrive, his curiosity about the new instructor amist the general good spirits that Devon had left him in were overwhelming, and he couldn't wait to meet her. But suddenly there was a very familiar, very unwelcome voice. The Nihounese human boy turned his head towards the door.

 

GOD PLEASE, NO. What were the gym/combat teachers doing here?! This wasn't gym, this isn't a place where there should be any physical activity! Tatsuke stared at them in awe, his golden eyes wide open and his lip slightly parted in a small gawk. Especially when he heard Linole mention a sentence with 'push-ups' in it. This was the definition of a bad sign. Though quickly after he had begun staring, he caught himself and tore his gaze away. He shook his head to himself to dislodge his fears. If the teacher was late, they could just be stand-ins. Just make sure the class wasn't getting into trouble.

 

It wasn't like they were bad teachers, either... Jubah especially could be a pretty nice guy, he was relaxed. Linole was... less okay, but he was still a good guy. Well, he could be. When he wasn't putting him on the team opposite of Sin and people of races like her. Tatsuke was just caught off guard a little bit here, yeah. He just always felt at ease when he was in classes that involved good 'ol fashioned studying and intellect, where classes like gym were his weak point. It was understandable he would be a little ruffled if he saw the gym teachers at such a random time, considering the gym teacher's domineering personalities. But he was calm now, he ended up lowering his head and sketching something random on the notebook he had in front of him. Not to try and sink away so the teachers would be less likely to pick on him or anything. Nah. Certainly not.

 

~

 

Meanwhile, Sin had the opposite reaction to the teachers in the room. Sin wasn't as adverse to pursuits of the mind as Tatsuke was to physical activity, but she did find classes like Language to be grueling. Sin liked to do things hands-on, work together with her friends and keep class time and personal time separate, which homework interfered with. The Azazel found it hard to focus in those classes. But the idea of Burung and Linole being stand ins intrigued her. Those kids were in for a good time if they were taking over while the teacher was (presumably) late.

 

She was sure Felic wouldn't mind if she looked in for a minute or two. She wanted to know what those two were planning.

 

~~~

 

Seamus yawned loudly, then observed the selection of food in front of him.

 

The rats had been taken away for the day, hopefully they would be back at dinner time though. However there were a few raw delights on the table, chopped up fish and slivers of red meat presented themselves in all their wonderful bloody glory. With a tray piled up with the primal delights and a fork jutting out of the eye of a filleted fish, the Draug walked towards the tables. Normally he could just sit alone... but now it seemed everyone was sitting alone. This was the perfect time to approach someone, be it for devious purposes or legitimate ones.

 

The perfect target was sitting at a table, too! It was that senior human boy. The one who ran about with the Azazel. Perfect. A bit of dark delight welled up in his chest as he thought about putting a wedge right between them. Surely if they had 'overcome' differences to be as close as those two seemed to be then this one would be tough to crack.. or... had no one yet truly shown them why the humans and the Azazels didn't mix, without using such cliche contexts such as 'we fought in a war before'? People who used those grounds didn't know the first thing about driving two forces apart. He went towards the Empath, (whom Seamus did not yet know was an Empath), and locked away his dark delight in his breast. He hated humans with all his core, but the best way to make someone believe you were genial was to become genial and Seamus was a great actor.

 

"Hey," The undead one greeted, placing his tray upon the table in front of Felic and then sitting down shortly after himself. His wet pants made a noise as they squished against the seat. A byproduct of always having to be covered in water. "Did we get acquainted before? I don't think we did. My name's Seamus."

 

To an Empath like Felic, Seamus would feel as he did back in the hatchery. Distant and locking the world out, as if what Felic would pick up on was the water that surrounded an island. In the distance Seamus' island was a faint and unfocused collection of annoyance, disdain and contempt, yet it was still hidden away behind blank emotions as if it had been battered by ocean waves and covered by the scent of salt water. It could have been his detachment with life, a general issue with a certain person or his predicament, or even some kind of mental illness locked away and awaiting a trigger like Tatsuke's phobia of dragons.

[davinhadaway2]

Raein Skulblaka

Language Arts Room

 

A figure made its way into the language arts room, stepping inside and sitting the door behind him with an unintentional bang. The Dragon Slayer boy looked around, his flame-like eyes curious as he faced around the classroom, wondering what was going on today.

 

Talking, as usual. This class had never been very fun in his opinion. More like torture. He knew how to read, what more did they want? Nothing less than a class to prove it, he supposed. If course he'd never gone to school, so that posed another problem. That's what he got for being the only Dragon Slayer to come out of hiding. Speaking of dragons.... he knew he ought to check on the egg in the hatchery soon. One of the Ice or Water Wizards might have done something to it. Like freeze it. Which would be devastating, since it was probably a little fire dragon. It would be just his luck, to have to raise the dragon he'd been trained from five years old to kill.

[ValidEmotions]

Trevor Linole

Language classroom

 

Ah, Dragonflame. That name didn't really ring a bell in Linole's memory. It might for Burung but, that was a secondary matter. Once more focused on the sleeping student, he gave her head one more tap with a stubby finger before glancing at the Archery instructor. Leaving the student's desk, he started for the doorway, smirking at Sin. "Here for a show, Miss Sin?" As he spoke, he bent down and grabbed the bucket of ice he had brought along just for a situation like this. Granted, a few of the ice cubes had started to slowly melt at the top but that didn't matter. He entered the classroom again, bucket in hand, and stopped at the sleeping student's desk. He waited a few moments before tsking, and lifted the bucket, allowing the ice to tumble out onto the girl's head. It might leave a few bruises and a sore pride but not much else damage would be done.

 

Setting the bucket down when it was empty, he dusted off his hands and turned his attention onto the boy who was presently laid back in his seat. Yes, he had caught the student's cold gaze directed at him. "What's your name boy?" Linole still hadn't introduced himself to any of the students but that was going to wait until later. Besides, these kids didn't need his name. They hadn't even bothered to inquire about what it was.

 

For now, he didn't address the fiery boy that entered the classroom a moment ago. Linole would address him afterwards. It was simply likely that the student had made a last minute decision in attending this class.

~~~~

 

Felic and Sorge

Cafeteria

 

Oh, he didn't like that emotion....

 

Felic paused in his eating before the approaching student - his name was Seamus right? - had even started to speak and sit down. The unnerving sensation of dark emotions had faded instead of intensified with the closing distance. It was replaced with something like disinterest or an internal attempt to remain distant. This wasn't a pleasant thing to pick up on, a frown lighting on Felic's features as he regarded the new student. These were similar things as when they were in the Hatchery. "Call me Felic. You probably didn't really see me yesterday as I stayed towards the back of the Orientation group." Now he remembered that he had wanted to talk in private with this student, to see if he was absolutely certain about his choice made in the Hatchery. But something unpleasant stuck to the back of his throat, like excess mucus.

 

Maybe that's all it was...?

 

No. He couldn't doubt his abilities to sense emotions, even the ones found deep inside a person's being. Shaking his head, he glanced at Sorge - who was happy to simply rest nearby until she decided she were hungry - to see if she was watching, paying attention in more than just hearing. Her eyes were closed and no private thoughts were touching his mind. So he seemed a little on his own here. That was fine, he was a big boy, but he often liked to know what her opinions were about things. Then again, the black dragoness couldn't picked up on emotions like he did. Though she was still able to sense any disturbances in his own emotions.

 

"It's only been a day and so you've probably not been able to formulate a solid opinion yet but, what do you think of the school initially? Have you been finding accommodations to your liking?"

[na82008]

Lorf

Cafeteria

 

"Your not a gryphon, I'm not a lizard. I'm noticing similarity's already"Lorf said. Whatever the Uccello said, he still looked rather similar to a gryphon. "Parkour? Isn't that a sport where you throw your self off buildings?" he said. While Lorf had never actually seen it, he had heard about it, and it seemed stupid.

 

----

 

Camicar

Language room

 

Camicar was surprised when the teacher actually dumped a bucket of ice water on the sleeping student's head. Then he just asked another student their name like is was normal. Then Camicar raised his hand and said "Was it really necessary to pour a bucket of water on her head?" He didn't wait for the teacher to call on him when he said it. This is crazy. What kind of teacher does this? he thought.

 

((I hope its ok that the combined posts reach the limit. I didn't have much time to type this out, and i didn't want to lose this spot. I'll have more time later and maybe add to it if no one posts))

[Forsaken Rider of Dreams]

Dain had saw when the two combat teachers entered the classroom but he took no notice. Dain's eyes were focused on the back of the room and he was certain that something was there. Dain heard the ice crash into the desk and onto the floor. He turned his head and smiled as Trevor put the bucket down. Dain, despite being a student, felt like he was on a first name bases with everyone except the headmaster. Other students might think he acted this way because of his heritage or that he was a senior student, or even a combination of both. What it was in reality however, was just Dain's laid back attitude. Dain, paying no mind to the new student who entered late, or even to the one that had asked a simple question, simply spoke up to get the teachers attention. "Trevor, Jubah, do either of you know if we have a student that can blend in with its surroundings like one of those chameleons?" The teachers may get upset that Dain used their first names, but Dain figured that they would be used to it by now.

[Luckyclaw]

Sin

Language Classroom

 

"Here for a show, miss Sin?"

 

Sin nodded with a wide grin, her silver eyes glinting like those of a cat's in the dark. "What can I say, sir?" When Burung and Linole were involved, she was never disappointed. In fact, there had already been an unfortunate student who had been assaulted with a bucket full of ice for sleeping. Sin was just glad it wasn't her, which it would have been if this class wasn't optional. She snickered devilishly at the sight.

 

~

Burung was divided about being called by his first name. On one hand it was a delegation from school protocol and it made his authority look less important, on the other hand he was a laid-back person and he really didn't care what he was called as long as they listened to him, in fact he only wore shirts when it got cold outside. Thankfully he had four hands, and they were all crossed over his chest.

 

"And why would you like to know that, Dain? Looking to get into even more trouble, hmm?"

 

~~~

 

Seamus

Cafeteria

 

"Well I can't give you a solid thumbs up or thumbs down just yet, but so far so good." Seamus shrugged his shoulders. "Sorta like being home, only not underwater." The statement wasn't fully true in Seamus' eyes. Home was so much different than this, there were his own people back home. Despite the argument that Draugr were born of the souls of those lost at sea, so there were as many types of Draug as there was races, and therefore different races would be nothing new to Seamus, he saw it differently. Draugr lived two lives, and carried over the experience of their past lives without the memories associated. He knew he hated other races, humans especially, but wasn't sure why. But he, and every other Draug, had lived before becoming what they were now. He would share a half-truth with Felic now, to make himself seem more credible. "I'm actually predisposed to being around a lot of different races. We Draugr are born from people who died on the sea, so there's a lot of different types. Human Draugr, Dragon Draugr, Elf Draugr, Azazel Draugr... Really this school is like going to the local marketplace. I don't know why you land dwellers didn't do this sooner."

 

Seamus had zero emotion tied to anything he was saying, though his voice sounded as if he was reminiscing, convincingly. If Felic wasn't an Empath he would probably wouldn't have any doubts. If calculation, analyzing and distancing was an emotion, however, Felic may be able to feel it. But if emotions were like a scent, would those be the smell of air itself? They were barely emotions but the absence of them. Up close the small, unhealed nicks and flaws on Seamus' skin were visible as well as the obvious patch of algae on his cheek. Even his skin had the slightest blue-green tinge to it, as if he had been at the bottom of a lake for seventeen years hosting whatever aquatic life floated his way under the skin. It would be the wrong assumption, but perhaps an Empath could reach the conclusion that there were no strong emotions tied to him because he wasn't technically alive. There was a mostly dead body in front of him with a soul anchored to it, not truly inhabiting it to make it 'alive'. Seamus' soul was trapped inside the body, maybe the husk was buffering the waves of emotion?

Edited April 16, 2014 by Luckyclaw

[Emeraldmay]

Cassie - Outside

 

As Cassie walked outside the grounds, she realised that she was missing one of the optional lessons that she had sworn to herself that she would take. Not wanting to make a bad impression, she continued on her walk, admiring the scenery as she tried to figure out how she would get out of this mess. A quick apology next lesson would surely help to cover her absence, although Cassie did slightly puzzle whether or not her loss would even be noticed. As she walked along, Cassie slowly began to hum to herself, wincing slightly as her pitch fell off on a note. At home, Cassie would have people to practice with, but here she guessed, she would have to continue her studies alone. Icari magic was a specific branch, and she could only name a few of its users who could truly use it, and to her slight embarrassment she was not included in that. As the generations went on, the raw magic became more powerful, but Cassie could not help but wonder if knowledge was lost towards the brute force.

 

She still felt ugly. Gym had tired her out, and the drab clothes that she wore did little to cheer her mood. All she craved was a long soak in the bathing pools beneath Talon Spike, the main mountain where the Icari resided. The hot springs naturally heated the water, which was filled with minerals helpful for rejuvenation, and it was seen as the social place. On cold days most of the mountain would gather there.

 

~~~~~

 

Rolith - Going to the Language Classroom

 

As he watched Circe fly off into the distance, Rolith sighed slightly inside. She was his only companion in this unknown place, and while he was used to her absence, he was used to also being on the move. In the times of the war he had run from days on end with her scouting above, and knowing that she had his back was one of the few things that gave him the courage to keep going. That and having seen her in flight.

 

Rolith had no idea where she had learned to fight. Having raised her from an egg, he expected to know everything about her, but when cornered he’d seen the destruction before his own eyes. As her dark form slowly vanished over the horizon, he wondered how she would cope in this new place.

 

Still, he was a teacher now. Rolith learnt by observing, and he still had no idea how he would deal with a group of rowdy students, many of whom would not know the pains of the war, and what was a painful memory for him was the contents of a textbook in their minds. How many had he lost, had his people lost, to what happened? Turning into the building, Rolith remembered that the language classroom would be currently teaching. Resolving to travel there in order to learn from experience, he stormed off, his trenchcoat swishing against his ankles as he walked.

 

[ValidEmotions]

Felic and Sorge

Cafeteria

 

Something just felt strange with this student... His tone gave one sort of emotion but Felic continued to pick up on another. To be fair, Seamus's emotions felt faint somehow, a sense that left the Empath's own mind feel increasingly numb as he tried to focus on them. "Well, that's good. The teachers won't need to worry about any racial troubles from you then. Unless someone else starts it...." The older student looked puzzled then, mentally shifting through the names of students who might cause that sort of ruckus. "That being said, I'd try to avoid any exchange with Al'nivte since he seems to only want to pick fights. I mean, if you can handle yourself, then I guess you needn't worry but, stay watchful then," Felic warned.

 

The Empath wouldn't know what kind of species type Seamus was and, therefore, wouldn't be able to connect the numbing sensation of the Draugr's detached emotions to the fact that he was undead. For all of his experience, he never learned if he could sense the emotions of someone like Seamus. Sure, Felic was able to pick up emotions from Ghosts or other spirits so long as they were strong enough but, a breathing corpse with an entrapped soul? Well, he seemed able to pick up the emotions relatively enough. However, it was kind of like trying to listen to someone speak under water; things got a tad garbled and blurred. So really, with Seamus, he could pick up what was strongest as the most clear - though imperfect - and the rest was a blurred sense of the most general type. This being the case, Seamus's emotions (outside of the distant feeling) came across Felic's mind like a brown or gray blur; an indeterminate mass that left the emo-looking boy wondering if Seamus was someone to avoid or not.

~~~~

 

Trevor Linole

Language Classroom

 

One of the newer students and Dain were asking questions almost one on top of the other. It seemed that when one was done with his question, the other spoke up quickly after. Giving a dark smirk, Linole turned his gaze upon the newer student. "I do believe that a bucket of ice is necessary. That is one of the ways how i learned not to slack off in class, no matter the subject. You kids get away with too much these days! It's time that some one disciplined you properly," the aged man remarked, idly rubbing his chin through his disheveled beard. Turning to Dain then, he frowned at the carefree vampire. "Time and time again... Do you need to be tossed out into the sunlight without any of your coverings, boy?" One of these days, the bloodsucker would learn to have and show respect to his superiors. Until then, Linole didn't see the necessity to answer his questions unless they were strictly relevant to learning some kind of material being taught in a class.

~~~~

 

Al'nivte

Cafeteria

 

And, regardless of protest, Lorf still highly resembled a lizard to the Uccello. "No, Parkour is not about 'throwing yourself off of buildings.' It's a way of movement that involves learning how to use your surroundings in advantageous means. Instead of a wall being an unclimbable obstacle, you learn how to jump it with quick feet or from the windows. It's more agility and speed than brute strength. I can't explain it well enough. It's simply something all of its own kind." Al waved his clawed hand, almost as if he were dispelling an illusory image near his head.

 

He started walking again, grabbing a handful of raw meat cubes on his way out of the cafeteria. "I should perhaps check on my dragon. I kept the egg in my room...." He honestly didn't care for raising a reptile with wings, especially if it could breathe fire; Uccello weren't exactly fireproof. As he walked - with or without Lorf following along - he popped the meat cubes into his beak one at a time and slowly savored the coppery taste before swallowing the piece. He didn't suppose Lorf was much of a carnivore, from his knowledge of lizard folk at least. Which, in all honesty, the learned knowledge he possessed could be outdated. Then again, he might not have remembered something correctly. As much as he hated others being smarter than him, he disliked books and studying; using his hands and circular blade were what he preferred best.

[Mitzuki505]

Mizuki

Language Classroom

 

"Uugh... My head feels cold..." Mizuki mumbles as she wakes up from her 'nap', which made her miss a part of the class. Surprisingly, her head felt a bit wet too. "Is there ice on my head?" she wonders, feeling a bit enraged, thinking a student did this to her. She stood up, and exclaims, "Whoever did this to me is going to pay!", not minding the fact that the teacher was only a few centimeters behind her.

 

She never really enjoyed ice on her head, as this was the common activity of bullies in her old school - dumping ice buckets on whomever they disliked. Whenever that happened, her face would look like she could kill someone in an instant, like that of the most fierce berserker you ever imagined. Anyway, she was restricted by her passive personality to hurt anyone, and not only that, she also fears the possible punishments that she would receive if she ever did so.

Edited April 22, 2014 by Mitzuki505

[Lawfuless]

Colress Schmidt - Language Class

 

The blond came down from his dorm, traversing the stairs as quickly as he could, cradling the egg in his arms. He only released the tight grip on the egg when he was finally at the bottom. Then he made he way towards class. Keeping just outside, he watched the occurrences in the class before pressing himself to the door frame to get past Sin without annoying or bumping into her, stepping in with wide eyes. He kept silent as he scurried to a desk that was free, settling on one away from most people, organizing himself before staring down at his egg. "Well, at least we made it, hm?" he told the egg softly, smiling at the thought of a baby dragon.

 

Taking a quick headcount, he decided there were more than five people, and five people would be three over his limit. He had to close his eyes and take a deep breath against the harsh, jarring turns of his gears as his stomach did 'flips'. He shifted, then smiled a bit at the boards. At least he could take relief in the fact that he wasn't the only one.... and he wasn't completely alone either. He sighed out, looking back at the egg as he adjusted it's position to his lap. It was there. Hatched or not.

 

....At least, unlike the other students, he wasn't being harassed yet...

Edited April 24, 2014 by Lawless-Lawful

[davinhadaway2]

Raein Skulblaka

Language Arts Room

 

He looked more than a bit surprised that the professor dumped a bucket of ice on a students head. Was that allowed here? Raein had never seen it happen thus far. As long as it didn't happen to him, it was fine. When the girl jumped up, he watched with a raised eyebrow, the side of his mouth upturning slightly in a smirk. Wait until she found out a teacher was the cause of it. He wondered if she still would murder the person who'd done it. Or would she chicken out of it?

 

Moving away from the door, Raein chose a seat and plopped down, leaning almost slothly in it, looking around. He'd sat close to the back, nobody behind him. He didn't like having people behind him that he couldn't see. That, and he didn't trust anybody in this Academy any more than he trusted dragons during the war. And that was saying something, considering he still didn't trust dragons all that much. He'd grown to love the little egg resting in his room, but at the same time, he was worried about when it hatched. Did dragons instinctively know of the hatred between Dragon Slayers and Dragons? He certainly hoped not. He'd yet avoided the hatchlings some of the others had, but when his hatched he'd have no choice but to face it. And that worried him immensly.

[Forsaken Rider of Dreams]

Dain watched a few more of the students enter the classroom and sit themselves. He thought it was odd that they were late, but he guessed, or more so hoped for their sake, that it was solely because they couldn't find the classroom. Dain looked towards Burung, his favorite of the two combat instructors, who answered him first. "And why would you like to know that, Dain? Looking to get into even more trouble, hmm?" Dain couldn't help but smile. His teachers knew him to well, though luckily that wasn't the reason this time. "No, I can smell someone, or something, else in the vicinity. Though, if there isn't anyone like that, I could just be going crazy." Dain then turned to the other combat instructor, Trevor Linole. Dain couldn't remember at first why he wasn't fond of the teacher as much as Jubah, but he quickly remembered. This one had an authority issue and because of that wouldn't ever answer to his first name. This caused Dain to start calling him "sir" however over the summer he had forgotten. Dain frowned and with a hint of sarcastic defiance replied, "no thank you. I apologize for not showing you the expected respect that you want, sir." Dain purposely elongated the 'r' sound in 'sir' to add an emphasize to what he was saying. He wasn't doing this out of respect, more so in a 'I am only doing this because I have to' way.

[Luckyclaw]

(Adding Sin and Tats tomorrow, it's too late now.)

 

Seamus nodded in response to Felic, then shook his head and downcast his face so he was looking at the table. "I'm sorry to bring up such a sad truth, but there's some races that are just born a certain way. Ucello Draugr are naturally a little aggressive no matter who raises them. There's a few of them you have to be careful around, demons, Telumni, Azels and some dragon breeds... we all mellow out as Draugr but there's still parts of us that carry on." Seamus' argument wasn't in any way false. Some Draugr breeds tended to act a certain way because of the few memories they had from their past life, and as such some sub-races were treated slightly differently than other members of the same race because of it. But was the cause of this the way they died, their genetic tendencies before and even slightly after, or simply the way they had been raised and lived in their old bodies? Seamus thought it was all three, but he brought up one argument and one thing he truly did believe in.

 

But there was still no sadness from him. There was a marginally stronger flare of determination and will, the feeling that there was truth in what he said, but it was washed away by the waves of blankness he exuded.

 

There wasn't a lot of time to respond.

 

BONG BONG (feels nice to ring this bell) BONG

 

The Azazel girl would be coming in soon, Seamus wanted to remove himself to allow Felic to 'think' about what he said. Leaving a conversation without sharing your own point could burn the thought into someone else's mind- and make them think about it when they didn't want to. The Draug stood up from the table as the bells rang. "It was nice chatting with you! If I have any questions I'll ask you, but I'd like to go greet some other students while I have the chance." Seamus' voice was saccharine, and he gave a little flick of his hand as if saying politely 'good-bye'. He then took his tray and started towards another table- one that seated a reclusive Undead that Seamus had been looking forward to greeting.

 

With that he picked up his tray and walked towards a new table, one that sat a fellow Undead who had been acting like a real stiff all day. Not that Seamus minded that, he wanted to as well but there were too many heads to mess with. The waterlogged Undead placed himself at a farther end of the table, far enough to give this man space but also close enough to announce his presence. "Hey, I've seen you around, but I didn't catch your name or race." His voice was happy at first, bordering on singsong, but then it quickly dropped to a low and serious whisper, "You're an Undead too, right?" His eyes were as cold as his body as he thought about those soft ones who continued to live without knowing a thing about death. So naive and inexperienced... so stupid and careless. "Call me Seamus."

Edited May 8, 2014 by Luckyclaw

[na82008]

Lorf

Cafeteria, Hallway, Entrance

 

Lorf watched the Uccelo walk away. He had still refused to give his name. Then the unnecessarily loud bell chimed. What period is it? the lizard wondered. "Oh, its lunch" Lorf said. He was already in the cafeteria, but he wasn't hungry. He usually only had 2 meals, so he wouldn't need to eat until dinner. We are allowed to go outside during lunch, right? Lorf thought. He didn't remember, but it he decided he would go anyway.

 

Lorf walked our of the Cafeteria and passed the classrooms to get to the entrance. I wonder what language class was he thought, having no way of knowing that no learning had happened in the language room. He arrived at the entrance hall. He stood there for a moment debating in his mind if he should leave his egg here or not.

 

((If anyone wants, their character can join Lorf to go to the town.))

 

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Camicar

Language class room

 

In the middle of class, the loud school bell rang, and he could feel the sound shaking his shadow body. Well, it was the end of class, not the middle of it. It just felt like that because they had learned nothing. He checked his schedule. So next is lunch? Thats a period I don't need Camicar thought. He stood up and ran out of the class room, past the Azazel. He also saw another student standing at the door. He stopped and looked back. Is that a Dragon Slayer? Camicar thought, well thats stupid. Why is there a Dragon Slayer in an academy that revolves around dragons? Someone must have been half asleep to let this pass.

Edited May 8, 2014 by na82008

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Felic and Sorge

Cafeteria

 

The Empath was starting to respond, mouth partly open, when the bell rang and Seamus excused himself to sit elsewhere and meet another student. Closing his mouth, he simply watched the male for a few moments longer. True, Felic's mind lingered on Seamus's last few comments and he questioned the stereotype-sounding words. Anyone would question them if the speaker's trustworthiness was an uncertainty. Wouldn't they? Demons, Telumni, Azazels, dragons...? Mellowed as Draugr... Was he supposed to look out for them? Glancing over at Sorge, he paused.

 

"I cannot speak for all of dragonkind.... Of course not. As wise as dragons could be, their knowledge only extended so far, even if it seemed endless already. Sorge didn't have any experience with other dragon breeds outside of those here at the school. And, Azazels? He knew of Sin's aunt's dislike for humans because she's told him about it. He also knew some topics were sensitive ground for Sin, though she wouldn't outright admit it at the start. But, as far as he has learned from Sin, not all Azazels were bad. If they were, it was likely their personality or emotions linked to the war.

 

Felic frowned; he didn't know what Telumni were and two encounters with Al'nivte wouldn't shed any light on how his race behaved as a whole. However... They did look a little... Aggressive? Sharp beak, claws.... The Empath shook his head. He shouldn't think like that.

 

Picking up his empty dish, he placed it in the bin where other used dishes would be collected and then later toted to the kitchen for washing. Right... He was washing dishes today after classes. However, after this first week, most chores would go to the students who misbehaved too much or broke the wrong rules. Whatever was filled up was taken care of by the next student on the list for chore duty.

 

Beside him, Sorge gently nudged his elbow with her scaly nose, blue eyes meeting his. "Would you care for company this afternoon?" She was talking about the kitchens, in case he wanted someone to talk to.

 

"I'll be okay. You should go flying while I wash dishes." Sorge wasn't perfect at flying. She was actually a little behind most of the other dragons who could fly. However, she was always embarrassed by the prospect of others watching her as she tried. The dragoness snorted faintly, tail shifting uneasily across the ground. "Too many people here now?

 

"Yes."

 

Felic smiled lightly, rubbing the top of her muzzle to comfort her. "Don't worry about them."

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Soria

Language Class -> Hallway -> Cafeteria -> Dragon Quarters

 

Finally! Lunch time!

 

Soria hurried out of her seat, almost too happy to leave. When the combat teachers entered the class in light of the Language instructor's absence, she was silently praying to her Goddess not to let her suffer. Thankfully, her prayers were answered and she was left alone. Throughout the period, some students trickled in, both human in appearance and one with an egg in his arms. Her social side wanted to meet them and learn if they were just simple humans or if they could do anything special like herself.

 

It could get a little lonely without being able to connect with someone else who could use magic. There was Choru but, sometimes he was busy with nurse or teacher or psychiatric stuff to fully partake in a conversation about magic. It didn't help that her mother wouldn't even mention the word magic around her boyfriend-turned-husband. A quiet sigh escaped her lips.

 

Her stomach growled to remind her that it was time for lunch; she also would need to bring Duordin something to eat. Often, she wondered if he had a stomach at all because it seemed he could eat the entire day. So, hurrying to the cafeteria instead of introducing herself to the newest arrivals of the school, she went to grab food.

 

Students would be filling up the cafeteria soon enough, making the large room the busiest place with chatting seniors and freshmen, maybe a dragon here or there. She reached the food line and helped herself to some pigeon and mushroom stew with a bit of beer bread for a side item. At the same time, she grabbed a bundle of fresh meat for her companion. They likely had elk, rabbits, and various birds for the dragons to enjoy at the Quarters but, she liked bring Duordin something to eat.

 

Too make things easier for her, she took a moment to whistle a little tune. The bundle floated from her hand to hover near her elbow. At first, it wavered, as if the spell wouldn't hold like it did half of the time. When it steadied and remained levitated, she released her breath and smile. Another success! That put failed spells at something around a hundred or so and successful ones at... Two thirds that? She lost count.

 

Moving on! She headed for the entrance, spotting Lorf just outside the doorway. "Hi, Lorf! Behaving I hope?" Behind her, the bundle for Duordin floated, following her path as she waved to Lorf and continued walking to the Quarters.

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Al'nivte

Hallway -> Bedroom

 

Well, Lorf didn't follow him after all. That was fine. It wasn't like Al noticed or even cared. The Uccello finished his meat cubes before he reached his dorm, removing the key from his coat pocket to unlock and open the door. His roommate wasn't there. Actually, now that he thought about it, he hadn't really seen much of her. Though, she was likely one of those "academics" who always attended every class, paid attention to lectures, and did their homework on time. Eh. Didn't matter. Shutting the door behind him, he tossed his key onto his bed, shortly followed by his coat.

 

"You know, your clothing would last longer with proper treatment..."

 

Al hissed in surprise, whirling about and shifting his four-eyed gaze to find the source. Spotting the thing that spoke, his raised hackles and feathers seemed to lower a fraction. "You must be joking." Curled up in the nest near the Uccello's bed, a navy colored reptile with wings, strange yellow markings, and feathery spikes was inspecting something clutched in its dark claws.

 

The dragon seemed to pause, looking away from the object, idly scratching its chin with an index claw. "No. I'm rather serious. It's sort of an obvious thing. After all, your coat is tattered at the edges and your trousers could use a bit of hemming." The hatchling returned its gaze to the item in its claws and the Uccello realized that it was a pendant; an heirloom passed down for generations in his family.

 

"What are you doing?" Forget the fact that the egg he had grabbed one day one had hatched while he was gone. No. He didn't want the scaly thing possibly damaging a small item that was highly important to every Uccello family. These heirlooms varied between families, from pendants to decorative blades or to other sorts of trinkets. Snatching the pendant out of the tiny dragon's grasp, he inspected the topaz stone for any likely damage. The amber colored jewel seemed as it were when Al had been given it at his Coming-of-Age gathering. Good. Stuffing the teardrop-shaped pendant into the desk drawer, he shot a glare at the hatchling. "Where did you come from?"

 

"Where do all offspring come from? Specifically, how does a reptilian hatchling, such as myself, enter the world?" It grinned that Al'nivte and, through his irritation, he figured the dragonling to be male by the way its voice sounded.

 

"You're the dragon that hatched from the egg I picked?" Well, the coloring did match the bits of shell he now began to register in and around the straw nest.

 

"You are the child born to your parents. No? Was it you who picked my egg, or was it someone else? Perhaps, was it I who picked you?" Oh this runt was going to get on his nerves if he didn't cut this out.

 

Al'nivte glared, a frown struggling to show itself through his beak. "Will you shut up already? I didn't think you'd hatch for a few more months or something. Do you have a name? And how can you talk like you've known how to use words for years when you're only some hours old?"

 

The dragon tilted his head, thinking about which question to answer first. "Actually, I hatched about an hour and a half ago. I paid more attention to what happened around outside of my egg than most of the other developing hatchlings so, I picked up a few things from the caregivers. As for the name... You're supposed to give me one, are you not?"

 

Rubbing his face, the Uccello huffed. "Fine. How about Shakaah?"

 

"No... Too many 'a's. I like the short 'o.'"

 

Al growled faintly. Of all the bloody eggs in that rooms, he got the picky, snobby one? "I hate that one but, fine. Shooka then. Better?"

 

The hatchling paused again, seeming to contemplate the name. "It'll do."

[davinhadaway2]

Raein Skulblaka

Language Arts Room

Hallway

 

He nearly jumped a foot in the air when the lunch bell rang. Was it really already time? He'd not been expecting it to come so quickly. Then again, he had decided a bit late to attend class. But that was his own fault. He should probably start waking up earlier. He pushed himself out of the chair and too his feet, scanning around the room once. Students were slowly filing out. He made his way after them, keeping enough away that he didn't bump into anybody. Stepping out of the classroom after a moment's wait, he stepped into the hallway. One student was staring at him, he found. Automatically tense, Raein gave him a look that obviously said 'Something wrong?'

[Takhesis]

[Anyone can feel free to tag along/interrupt her path.]

 

Agatha/Jolinar - Language Class to Hallway to Cafeteria.

 

The bell rang for lunch and Agatha collected her stationary together. Not really wanting to wake her sleeping hatchling, she carefully cradled the curled up dragon in her arms.

 

Then she joined the rest of the students filing out. Pausing at the doorway, Agatha wondered whether she should drop her things off at her room before heading for lunch.

 

Just then her hatchling yawned and woke up. Blinking slightly, she let out a pitiful mewling noise along with the sensation of an empty stomach.

 

Looks like food first....

 

Agatha turned towards the cafeteria, now on a mission to get food - for both herself and her dragon...

 

 

[Lawfuless]

Colress Schmidt - Hallway/Nurse's office.

 

Looking up at the emptying classroom, he blinked, thinking that class must've gone on a bit while he was gone. He slowly stood, cradling his egg close, then moving towards the door. Time for a check up, fun. He decided to leave the egg in the dorm while he could, then went to the nurse's office. Quietly explaining to one of the people there how he felt, he allowed himself to be escorted to one of the beds, sat down, and then closed his eyes, 'disconnecting' while he was fixed up.

 

After a bit, he could feel his cogs starting to run once more. He blinked blearily at the ceiling as his chest compartment was shut. He took a couple of moments to become reorientated, then he offered a smile to the nurse, slowly sitting up. That felt a bit better. He stood and offered a coarse 'thank you' then cleared his throat, offering a smoother, "Thank you very much!" before taking his leave to retrieve his egg. Probably best to keep it on him.

 

Albert Wesker-Schmidt - Cultural Studies room.

 

Staring blankly at the board, he frowned. Students would be arriving in only a little while (for him, of course. Time was a very flexible thing when you had all of the time in the world), and he had nothing up, save for the date in the corner. He was sorting through his mental notes, trying to remember which culture it was he was suppose to have down for studying... or... wait- wasn't he supposed to wait until the second day? Or was this the second day...? He shook his head, closing his eyes tight. Right. He was suppose to have an oral lesson, while he'd have general information and his name on the board.

 

Scrawling down his name neatly in the corner, he started at the middle and went to the right board, then left it at that. He tapped his chin, then retreated to the shadows to wait for the class. He would taken attendance while they entered so he'd know whether he'd have to hunt a student or two down. Still, he had plenty of time. So he closed his eyes to rest for the bit of time. The bell could wake him.

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[[bump. Anyone else before I post more filler?]]

[Natevaelle]

Silmarwen, Student

Location: Language Class

 

Silmarwen winced at the sight of the cold water and ice pouring over to the sleeping girl's head. She crossed her arms to suppress the shivers from the cold sensation she was imagining. It was as if she felt the a bit of the chill herself. Looking away, she found herself looking at the strange dark corner of the classroom once again. Just in time, Dain asked, "Trevor, Jubah, do either of you know if we have a student that can blend in with its surroundings like one of those chameleons?"

 

Neither of the gym teachers answered his question, but Dain went on to explain. "I can smell someone, or something, else in the vicinity. Though, if there isn't anyone like that, I could just be going crazy."

 

It was satisfying to know that she was not the only one who sensed something in the dark corner beside her. Even Dain, who was on the opposite side of the classroom, sensed it way before she did. Were the gym teachers really oblivious to it? Silmarwen wondered. The bell rang and interrupted her thoughts. It was a relief that this class--or lack of a class, rather--was over.

 

After gathering her satchel, Silmarwen was ready to go. She really wanted to light up the dark corner and evaporate the cold mess on the floor before she left, but there was no way that she was going to do so with the two gym teachers still in the classroom. She was sure that her actions would be harmless but she was unsure how the teachers would react to her use of fire magic. Waiting for the congestion at the door to lessen, she sat in her seat a little longer and thought about what she could do during the lunch break.