"Nah, we got plenty of time!" Zinzie chirped. He pulled a piece of bacon, which was almost as tall as him, off of the tray. He set his bacon down on the table next to him, not worried at all about germs. After pulling a handful, which was slightly more than a crumb, off of the biscuit, he went to town on breakfast. His bites weren't even bit enough to be a human nibble, and yet he was doing his best to eat with the least amount of manners that he could manage. By the time he was full, the bacon was missing one corner, and the crumb of biscuit was half gone. Zinzie drug what was left over back onto the tray. "I'm stuffed. You can have the rest."
Now no longer busy, Zinzie's shining eyes darted around the cafeteria for trouble waiting to be made. A glimmer in the lights caught his eyes, making his wings flitter. Zinzie spotted a boy putting a coin in a drink machine and darted from his spot on the table. The little imp flew in between the boy and the machine, snatching up the coin right as it was about to go in the slot. The boy turned and shouted at him, but he was but a speck in the air. Zinzie took his prize up into the rafter to gaze at it giddily. The shiny quarter was almost the size of his head, and would come nowhere near fitting in his pocket. He supposed he would have to put it with all the other shit he'd stolen.
He was about to carry it off when he noticed someone walking in through the lunchroom doors. It was that fairy girl, Echo. There was no one else that he loved to pick on more. Perhaps it was because he secretly admired the girl. Nethertheless, the cheeky imp flew from his hiding space, making a beeline right at her. Like an annoying little bug, he swarmed around her head, pulling on bits of hair and cackling.
As Alice sat and before she could get that the whole conversation was about another member of her sex, which would have made everything awkward like the humans said, he added something to Orren. “Then why don’t you tell her that?” Orren wasn’t human, but he still had this habit of leaving someone wondering for an answer while the answer was already known and quite simple to say. So it was no, if he told her no, she’d have to move on with her life, wasn’t that how it worked?
Alice sat and Ekart was about to dig in his meal. He stopped and looked at the two person around him. Somehow, taking chucks of meat and eating them were ‘limit’, but apparently, eating black slime with his hands would not be appropriate. It left stains. He slowly retracted his hands and took a fork and a knife. As he was about to eat, he realized something was wrong. He turned toward Alice and looked at her for a few seconds before talking. “Excuse me. This is probably not… polite, but… Do you exist? I can feel… people. People have some form of… magic aura. Even a golem. But Alice? I can see her, you, but I do not… see you. It is complicated.” What was she? Ekart had never seen her kind before.
"I'm a well, I'm artificial intelligence model, pretty much I have a brain and can think for myself it's just that I have no heart........so I guess no I would give off any magical aura I guess I'm not really real" Alice told him. It was a good thing her systems didn't include leaking a salty liquid with her eyes or else she probably wouldn't be able to hold them back. Alice never did like the subject of her being real or not. She'd always wanted to be real. The people at the lab always considered her real. They spoke about her as though she was their child. Alice missed that, but Alice missed a lot of things.
Alice shook these thoughts from her brain and tried to change the subject. "So I guess if we are sharing what we are, where are you guys from" Alice asked? " actually I bet I can guess". Alice looked over the creature. The closeness of skin to one suggested a lot of pressure and added with the obviousness that he was from underwater her first guest was either Atlantian or Ashdivnian. Alice checked his plate. There was ink all over it, seeing as Ashdivnian's hate ok from octopus/squid ink more then anything Alice only had one guess. " Are you an Atlantian" Alice asked him.
Humans could make golems without using magic? So it wasn’t pixies in those TV screens making the images move either? How… bizarre. The humans did come a long way. It really did seem a miracle how they didn’t find about the existence of all the beings in this school, of his entire civilization above all… Well, the humans tended to look up to the infinite void rather than down to the ground in the large but still finite deeps of the world.
When Alice made her guess, what surprised Ekart the most wasn’t it’s accuracy but rather how she employed the term ‘Atlantian’ rather than sea monster or ‘Urr-thing’. He didn’t really mind for such difference of words himself really, what he didn’t like was the fact that when people said Urr-thing, they generally meant to be insulting. Like anyone, he realized that insulting people wasn’t good. “Correct. It is rare surface dwellers would know of us. If it is a good or bad thing… I do not know. Respect, of course, but… my people have a lot, erm, ‘on the line’, in our secrecy being kept from the humans.” Ekart wasn’t the most Atlantian of all Atlantians, but he still didn’t want the humans to do like they always did when facing unknown creatures: Witch Hunting.
"Well I wouldn't say I'm like most surface dwellers, you see I like to do a lot of research on well everything and going to this school there isin't mouth information that isin't at your finger tips.". Alice leaned into him slightly and put a hand beside her face as if she was to tell him a secret. " that is if you know how to get past a few blockers and fire walls". Alice retreated letting out a cute giggle. Alice took the last bites of her toast and looked around the cafeteria. The numbers were dwindling and had went down exactly 43.5285%. People seemed to be getting done with their food and headed to class.
Alice turned to the man sitting with her. She looked him over trying to figure him out, but all she got was that he was from Scotland. " hmmm I have to say I've been drawn to a blan by your species and origin. All I'm rather sure of is that you spend a lot of time in the water and are from Scotland". Alice was truly at a loss which made her even more curious to know what race this man was.
"Most of us are from Scotland and Ireland. It's where my kind originated." Orren finally joined in on the conversation. "My name's Orren, I'm a selkie." He gave a quick smile before getting up and grabbing his tray. "And if I don't get going, I'm going to be a late selkie." He gave a short wave as he headed off to turn his tray in. English was his first class, and the teacher did not take kindly to students being late to it.
"Oh look at the time he is right" Alice said before quickly grabbing her tray and getting rid of it. She headed to her first class her shoes quietly clicking. Alice pulled up her schedule in her mind. 'English first, room 278, from 9:45-10:40, Quickest route'. Alice then pulled up a map of the school and calculated the quickest route to this room. 'Left, up the stairs, right, there is the room. Walk at a pace of 3.1 miles per hour' Alice made a sharp Left and headed up the nearby staircase.
She arrived in the room not shortly after and took a seat next to the last window in the back of the class. She never took a front seat. She knew she didn't need it. Her eye's were better then most and her hearing was perfect as well. She knew the class would be a breeze every class was. Even if she couldn't figure out the answers to things she could look it up. She was basically a cheat sheet in the class room.
Woodrow sat at his table along happily contented eating what was left of Zin’s food and his own. He knew eating large portions probably wasn’t too good for him but it was so good at the same time. Slathering large quantities of honey on a biscuit he gobbled it down vaguely aware Zin had left him to go about his dastardly deeds. Woodrow glanced around the room eyeing for a disturbance or the tell tale cackling that would give away Zinzie. About a minute later he spotted the theft of the coin and chuckled to himself as Zin shot up to the rafters.
Woodrow thought back to his home the small community of bears and humans who co mingled. That being said secrecy was still highly guarded. Woodrow doubted that any human who live with the bears knew who they were unless they married into the secret. Being around humans for most of his life he really didn’t have a bad view on them of course he was never hunted or lynched for being who he was. Still Woodrow liked it at the school he saw creatures who he’d probably never see again Zinzie being one of them.
Shaking his head clearing it of his reverie Woody spied on the table of sea creatures. He thought may he should start socializing more. Getting to know people before he pranked them probably would be the best route too. Blinking again he saw Zinzie dive bomb a poor fairy girl letting himself a small chuckle Woody got up from the table and stretched. Grabbing his bag of books he called out.
“Hey Zin see you in English don’t be too late know you can sneak in.” Making his way through the building crowd Woodrow found himself in his English class almost by auto pilot. Sitting down in the back row next to Alice at least that’s what he thought her name was. Woody chose this spot for the sole reason o fit being out of the way but the scenery was nice too. Looking over with a grin on his maw he said.
“Hey seen you around I’m Woodrow and don’t mind my friend who’ll be zipping in any minute now. Whatever he says or does honest he means nothing by it.”
"Oh okay, my names Alice". Alice smiled at the new presence. Maybe making friends wouldn't be as hard as it seems when you watch those stupid after school specials on the Internet. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fall through the air only to catch yourself right before you hit the ground". Alice couldn't think of a different subject to talk about and hoped he wouldn't find it a strange question. She had been contemplating the Idea for a while now. She thought once she had wings she would do that. Alice would fly as high as she could before she would break down and then she would let herself fall. She let herself fall until she was about fifty feet from the ground and she would catch herself sailing on her momentum.
Gabriel had been sitting in the classroom for approximately 45minutes, reading from his textbooks, then some novel about a vampire with a skin disease…or something. He really didn’t know, but the vampire sparkled in the sun rather disturbingly…and now his fellow classmates were finally filing in. Both looked to be…relatively average human beings, but he knew better than to make the assumption. The girl looked smart and enthusiastic, while the guy looked easy going yet tough. Shutting his book audibly, he turned to face his fellow classmate, “Errr…so, do you what sort of teacher we have for this English class? I forget the name, but I remember hearing strange rumours.”