I, Head Master Vladimir Socratic, am pleased to notify you of your acceptance to The Academy of Vendace Halls. Before I enlighten you as to why you will be attending this school there are a few things that I’ll need to shed light on for your sake.
As you know The Academy of Vendace Halls is a school for the supreme. We only accept those who we believe can endure our academy. The enrollment of every student is not without reason; every student has their place and it is up to them to discover it. I hope you discover yours.
My school’s reputation subsists between non-existent to only an occult following. I need to state that whatever you have heard about in regards to my school is merely rumours. My students are sworn to secrecy the moment they step foot through my doors, thus any horrendous rumour you have heard is not true.
Due to your high achievements and excelled skills we have put forth your enrolment without denial. Over the years your skills and attributes have been observed very closely and it is to my great pleasure that I now enrol you into my academy. You sustain the capabilities to graduate and I hope you use them well enough to do so. As a student not only will you engage in customary learning but in addition activities/classes that will strengthen your core species, whatever that may be. Should you ‘carry on’ graduating, your abilities will be at their peak which can only be achieved through attendance of The Academy of Vendace Halls.
Semester 1 starts the 1st September. The delayed will not be tolerated.
The burden that is ‘Gradation’ is commonly associated with simplicity – life and death situations do not habitually come into play in the mortal realm. Though, we are not in the realm of mere humans and thus our schoolhouses do not run parallel to theirs. Graduation from The Academy of Vendace Halls falls short as an undemanding and painless task. The test is not to be taken lightly and the forthright fact stands tall; those who do not thrive do not live on.
Throughout the semesters, an assortment of tests will be put forth. These tests are not for the timorous and will try an individual physically, mentally and emotionally. These assessments aren’t as simple as your professor handing out a task sheet; rather it may be as subtle as your professor noting a classmates absence. The main notion that a professor will highlight on is that it is a group effort, however, in the past, because of racial pride, many have lost their lives in attempt to complete these tests.
For the duration of one’s stay at Vendace Halls Academy, trepidation[1] is a mental state that each and every student is expected to prevail over. Failure to overcome such an emotion results with the delay of graduation – and the impediment of graduation day expedites ones downfall; death. As Head Master Socratic so fervently declares, ‘if one cannot survive during their time at my academy then how long would they survive outside of it? My graduating students not only excel in their individual powers but they also master the technique of survival – something that one must acquire if they hope to live a fulfilling life.‘
An unnatural haze has manifested itself in the majestic gardens of the school. The abnormal detail regarding this haze is this – it doesn’t appear to spread. It’s as though there stands an invisible barricade or wall encircling the fog. Dense and heavy are its adjectives. Upon staring into this haze one observes only the cloudy saturation of the grey. It is undeniable that entering the fog results with dire consequences. Two penalties have transpired for those gallant (or foolish) enough to enter. One, the person entering is never seen or heard from again, ever. Two, those who do exit the fog wind up possessed – and I mean Captain Howdy possessed.
Within a current time-frame 12(twelve) students vanished, with meagre reports as to what truly became of them. The only similarity linking all disappearances is that the student entered the fog. It is only once Head Master Socratic becomes aware of the disappearance of a particular student does any form of evidence surface. Nevertheless should an individual be deemed ‘missing’ they are presumed deceased prior to verification. Upon the Head Masters awareness of the missing student, their heart is discovered perched on their pillow in their dormitory alongside this bloody note:
l'anima nutre il mio potere e io crescere in forza - The soul nourishes my power and I grow in strength
Within the same time frame 4(four) male students have all shown the symptoms of phase two[2] possession and one escalated to phase three. Again the relationship between all four cases is that each student entered the fog and they each departed the fog. The diagnosis is only established upon the boys either reporting themselves or someone else reporting them to the infirmary. As a safety regulation any case of possession must be notified to the Head Master. The immediate response of Head Master Socratic in any case of possession, is execution of the student. In his words, ‘if any of my students are imprudent enough to befall possession, then they deserve the deletion of their free will. This also applies to the performance of an exorcism; I am absolutely opposed to it. Unfortunately, I cannot simply sanction any entity to meander through my school thus possession is not permitted within my walls. Resultant is merely execution of the student before phase four occurs.’
At the present moment there exists a rumour, whether or not it is a fabrication has not yet been deduced. The rumour is this, ‘something inside the fog devours those it loathes and possess ones it does not.’ Before the execution of one of the possessed boys, he stated something about observing a statue in the fog. These are just rumours as is the notion that those who triumph over the unexplained haze are a step further to their graduation.
1. Trepidation: A state of alarm or dread; apprehension. A feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.
2. The Phases of Demonic Possession
a. Manifestation – the entity is invited in, either intentionally or unintentionally
b. Infestation – the entity makes its presence known (hearing knocks/scratching on the wall, whispers, strange growls, seeing other entities, the shaking of objects around them, physical nausea)
c. Oppression – break down of the target to a point of despair so they are venerable (difficulty sleeping, disturbing nightmares, any exposure to weakness, fears, guilt, grief)
d. Possession – the targets free will has been breached and the entity has access to the body
This roleplay is of rather mature content – thus immaturity will not be tolerated.
Even though this is a mature themed roleplay, I find vulgar language aka swearing to be off ill-nature and lack of creativity. It’s not permitted – find another word, you may even translate it to another language. (This rule applies only to the In Character)
Advise in regards to your absence – lack of post is not appreciated. Value the fact that there are others within the roleplay.
Should you be absent with no reason, within the Out Of Character, I’ll inform you of a zero hour – counting down to the time of your characters death.
If you so desire to craft a new race for your character that is not specified by myself, personal message me and I’ll inform you on whether or not I approve or disapprove, keeping in mind I am quite lenient.
God-Modding your character will result with rejection – unadorned. Do not endeavour to God-Mod in a roundabout way, I’ll catch on to it.
If I inform you about something, rejection of a character or anything running parallel – take it personally not. My motives are valid and I will enlighten you if you do not see reason. My leniency is elevated – don’t fret.
There exists a fad dubbed Speed Posting – forbidden, unacceptable.
Single lines of dialect is forbidden – if you struggle to write minimum two paragraphs, abandon the post – either seek assistance or apply time.
Albeit I expect not the language of an English teacher evident in your writing, nevertheless I do insist on basic syntax, language rules and sentence structure; disapproval for one should they bring Casual and Free grammar into Advanced Roleplay.
Inventiveness and originality assists with not only character development but also story development – creativity is highly merited here. Though I am the Grand Master I am not restricting you – your restrictions are quite minimal; I’m flexible and always open for new fangled thoughts and ideas in regards to characters, plots and new arcs.
Tribulations can arise, but that doesn’t grant you permission to abuse the Out Of Character and create a battleground of arguments. If you have a dilemma or difficulty with another roleplayer, inform me, and I’ll advocate. Hitches are generally, effortlessly fixed.
P.S – if you have successfully read all the rules, please proceed to post Sugary Poison at the bottom of your character sheet, in size one font and in the colour black.
The atmosphere was dense, clouds overcastted the blue, forbidding any rays of illumination to flicker through – she found out that the sun didn’t exist here. Her scream reached only the ears of someone to lethargic to acknowledge the suffering. Red moisture soaked the earth beneath her; it streamed out from where her pretty wings once fluttered. Her pain had been going for quite some time during the course of his pleasure. However it subsided through the struggling to keep her airways open; she died.
Pachid took into account the end of torment behind him and heard the footsteps of his comrade approach. Revolving his neck to observe Andracos approaching, arranging his already neat attire with a rather satisfied expression plastering his features. Pachid expressed no remorse or compassion for the scene behind him – he dared not question Andracos and it wasn’t that he was afraid of him, he simply knew better.
“Content?” Pachid questioned as he stood leaning jaded against the outside wall of the grand school; Vendace Halls.
Andracos frowned at his comrade clearly desiring to discover, “cling to these for me,” Andracos shoved his cane into the hands of Pachid along with something greatly more feeble; papery; faerie wings.
“Why am I holding faerie wings?” Pachid inquired, elevating them up to his eyelevel and inhaling the scene of blood.
“Why aren’t they magnificent,” Andracos mused digging around in the within of his coat in order to find his papers, “I was sure to express that to her before I ripped them off.”
“I’m sure that brought her a mass amount of comfort,” Pachid’s attitude was dry, “her rapist and slayer complemented her wings.”
Andracos scowled, he wasn’t one for dry wit when it was directed his way, “interpret this,” he snatched his cane and wings back from the vampire and replaced in his hands the papers which were sent prior to their arrival of the school.
Pachid flipped passed the letters, rules, teacher notes, timetable, dorm allocation until he found the diagram of the school. He gazed down upon it,
“Yeah, I’ve interpreted it,” Pachid’s voice was once more jaded.
“I appreciate not the dry humour,” Andracos spat irritatedm, whacking Pachid with the pretty pink wings. Pachid didn’t flinch nor did he concede to the soft strike on his arm. Andracos held the grand wings up, observing the rip that befell them due to the strike,
“Now examine the damage, you’ve ruined them,” he expressed mock sadness as he grasped the map and threw the ripped wings at Pachid’s face. Spinning on his heel to start in the direction of the front of the school Andracos called, “Come along droog, we shall find you a cradle.”
Pachid slowly blinked once before he lifted himself off the wall and trailed to Andracos’ side. As they made their way to the entrance of the school, they spoke,
“You didn’t have to kill her,” Pachid said.
Andracos looked up at the towering figure of his pal, “I most certainly did.”
“Once more, tell me why?”
“My dear creature of the night,” Andracos was almost offended, “why I must eliminate the ones who are not my true love. How else am I to find her if I don’t remove the ones who are not,” he tapped his nose as if it made complete sense.
“Of course, you could always ignore them,” Pachid answered knowing the answer that was to follow.
“You know that if I cold-shoulder such creatures they will still come my way and attempt to fool me into believing that they are my true love.”
Pachid scratched his head, “of course,” he agreed dropping the conversation.
The landscape showed no traces of natural light – simply the dim lanterns that lit up the grounds, the clouds up above grey and stormy – like they always were in Vendace Halls. She weaved in and out of the crowds, coming from the fields that made the school grounds; her cart was to be left there, should she keep it during her time at the Academy.
Her green eyes scanned the mass crowd, looking for someone in particular; behind her, the little, fast paced steps of her comrade who seemed to be grunting at her. She frowned at its noise before halting and craning her neck to look at it. The creature looked at her with an unamused gaze, it’s strange features attracting much attention towards the strange duo,
“I don’t appreciate the sarcasm; it’s not my fault you have to sleep out on the grounds,” she mused as she shot a light glare at it, “Socratic’s orders,” she said simply before turning back to the hordes of people who were littering the front courtyard.
Her dull green gaze met that of the Angel she was looking for; the nobleman looked bored, leaning against a wall off to the side, puffing on the cigarette that hung slackly from the corner on his mouth. With a small smirk she approached him, her tiny frame dancing through the bodies with ease. Christopher watched her make her way towards him, lifting a hand to his cigarette and pulling it out of his mouth, blowing the smoke in her direction as she approached him, waving it away with her hand.
“Nobles are outnumbered here,” she pondered, not even greeting him. His eyes scanned the crowds for a moment before landing back on her,
“Nervous?” he asked, taking a drag of his cigarette once more. Her dull green gaze looked over him for a moment before she leant against the wall beside him,
“I just want to hurry up and get back to my cart,” she murmured, answering his question indirectly – she had not a worry in the world.
His bored expression turned into a scowl as he looked down at the creature that stood before the pair, looking utterly bored, “Did you have to bring that?” he seethed, wanting to do nothing more than kick it.
Melody’s light giggle sounded from beside him, “He likes you,”
They rounded the corner, monitoring all the new arrivals whom hadn’t been there upon their onset. Andracos had a sly smirk on his face while Pachid was still jaded.
“So many pretty polly’s to pluck from the trees, yes?” Andracos was going to have fun here.
He took several steps forward in order to prance through the group of new pupils. Pachid planting himself where Andracos had left him. It wasn’t until Andracos met the gaze of a particular female demon that stood only a few feet away from him that his smirk fell into that of a glare – a gypsy fortune teller whom had given him a faulty reading and then vanished before he could teach her a lesson. Taking a step forward in order to approach the con-artist he halted at the weight of a hand on his shoulder,
“Let’s not instigate anything in the middle of the entrance,” Pachid’s voice was serious, “let’s go inside.”
It was the female demon who noticed the glare of Andracos Soleviel, a glare to which she gladly returned; the creature looked between the two demons with confusion for a split second before pinching the top of his deformed nose and letting out an irritated groan.
"That's the ass who stole my money," she stated aloud, causing Chris to lean forward to see who she was talking about; his eyes slightly widened,
"That ass is Andracos Soleviel, I wouldn't suggest making a scene, Melody," he stated in a warning tone, "Besides, you probably gave him a dodgy fortune anyway," he mused, looking back at the female demon; she simply huffed and the Gobbowarf rolled its eyes.
"I want my money back! I never said it was a legit fortune anyway," she stated, loud enough for Andracos to hear her; Christopher's hands immediately shot up, clamping her mouth closed.
Andracos who had turned away from the con-artist stopped in his tracks, with the full knowledge that the little gypsy was directing her comment to him. He had stolen back his money, plus extra for compensation after her disappearance. Pachid sighed, clearly unimpressed whilst Andracos smirked.
"Welly welly well," he turned to face the trio, "what dost have in front of eyes?"
He counted the three of them with his index finger, "uno, duo, tre... hmm, my my... what was that you said little gypsy lamb?" He had strode over ever so smoothy to them, "muffled the words may have been."
She shot him a slight glare, about to reply, however, Christopher kept his hand in place, "She said nothing, so move along," he stated rather quickly, not wanting trouble from the renounced demon.
Andracos swung his cane up and over his shoulder, so as to rest there, causing Chris to try and move Melody out of his range, "so my ears deceive me then, fallen one?"
It was Christopher's turn to speak out of line, "Hey, screw you man, I'm not fallen!" he exclaimed, subconsciously removing his hand from Melody's face.
Pachid who stood where Andracos had left him, remained unamused and at the words of the angel he heaved a sigh, if only the angel knew what Andracos was doing not fifteen minutes ago. From beside Pachid, a small groan sounded; it was the Gobbowarf, who had moved out of the range of danger - he didn't like Andracos much and the demon-angel duo were going to get themselves into trouble; trouble which it did not want to be a part of. Pachid gazed down next to him, a questioning look spread across his features,
"Er...," he spoke to it, "hey, how's it going?"
A simple grunt was the strange creature's reply.
"Cool," Pachid replied, the Gobbowarf grunted in agreement.
Andracos smiled a rather crooked smiled at the two, "such foul words of someone of," he brushed Christopher's shoulder, "nobility?"
Melody side stepped allowing Christopher to take full responsibility for his words, to which he simply shot her a sideways glare, "I am a legendary Sayian, I'm next in line to take the Sayian name," he spoke proudly, glaring at Andracos with cold eyes.
Melody took this as her chance to sneak away, murmuring a quiet "Oh dear," to herself as she made a move for the Gobbowarf.
Bringing his cane down to the earth, and in his centre, Andracos clasped it with both hands, "a Sayian? My my, Pachid," he called behind him, "where is my dear little autograph book?"
Pachid answered bluntly, "you don't have one."
Andracos spun his neck to frown at the bored vampire before turning back to the angel smirking,
"Dearest Super Sayian," he swiftly rose the tip of his cane to Christopher's face, "kind it would be if thou should mark my cane with nobility," he was mocking the angel, "would thy grant me the honor of signing my cane?" Andracos was still pointing the tip of his cane Chris' way.
"You're a dick, you know that?" Christopher's words were blunt, however, Melody lent out into view from behind Pachid, where she had silently taken refuge before hand,
"Are you asking him to hit you?" she asked, gaining the attention of Christopher, the Gobbowarf and Pachid, who lifted an arm to look at the girl with a confused expression.
It was then that Andracos simply forced the top of his cane into the face of Christopher, with great pressure causing the angel to snap his neck back and ricochet his head onto the stone wall. Andracos took another hit not.
"Dear Legendary Sayian," Andracos cleaned the top of his cane on the angels jacket, "as a soilder, shouldn't one be aware and not take attention off thy danger? Silly little fallen angel," Andracos mused as he began to stroll away leaving Chris in his pain and broken pride.
"I'm not freaking fallen!" Chris yelled at the retreating demon, clasping his now bloody nose, causing Melody to choke back a giggle.
"Good job," Melody mused from behind Pachid, "If you had have atleast given him a book, he would have only hit him with the book," she stated, attempting to hold back the laughter.
Pachid shrugged, "yeah sorry about that, I didn't really think that one through - I didn't realize he'd improvise so well."
Their attention was drawn to the Gobbowarf as it laughed in a strange French manner, watching Christopher with pure delight.
"What is that?" Pachid asked simply.
Melody looked down at the Gobbowarf for a moment before looking back up at the lethargic vampire, "His name is Melvin, he's a Gobbowarf, he came with my cart," she explained, not knowing much herself, "His dwarf mother was possessed by some weird creature like entity and then raped by a horrifying goblin, making Melvin the spawn,"
Pachid appeared to ponder on the given information, nodding as if making sense of it, "fair enough, probably best to keep it away from Mr. Theatrical over there - he'll probably eat it or rape it or... something of the sort."
Pachid nodded once more, "fair enough," he repeated.
Melody looked over to Andracos as he made his way towards the entrance of the Academy, "Should we... maybe..." she trailed off for a moment, motioning towards the demon.
"Catch up to him?" Pachid finished her sentence with ease.
"Yeah,"
"Yep," Pachid repied as he started in the direction of his comrade.
Melody looked down at the Gobbowarf, "Stay with him will you? Make sure nobody else takes advantage of the poor fallen Sayian," she mocked, loud enough for Chris to hear, his eyes narrowed on her as he wiped some of the blood away with his sleeve.
"Screw you! I'm not fallen!" he yelled at her as she moved to cath up with the vampire, "Don't leave me here with this thing!" he called after her as the Gobbowarf took a stance next to the pained angel, grunting in acknowledgement.
Upon the arrival of Pachid, Andracos gushed, "it was a Sayian, Pachid."
"Yeah it was," Melody agreed for the lazy vampire.
Pachid and Andracos both turned to look upon the demon, Andracos held his head high when he spoke, "didn't little gypsy lamb request stolen coins from thou?"
"No, I wanted it from the Sayian," she stated, obviously lying, but amusing the demon regardless.
"Grand," Andracos simply replied as he turned again in the direction of the entrance.
Andracos, Pachid and Melody went the direction of the grand entrance doors, that stood ever so intimidating. It was only then that Andracos noticed the two ushers in front of the doors, assisting students. One was a little witch, a faerie would be taller than her. Describing the witches brown hair as messy would be an understatement - though it appeared she tried to make it look presentable by placing pretty flowers in it. Her skin was pasty white and her eyes black. Merely resting one’s eyes upon her, one would automatically bolt, believing she'd place them in an oven, however her shrill voice suggested otherwise. The hissed that stemmed from Andracos throat and the scowl that appeared on his face was not directed at the little witch, but rather the handsome and alluring male that had females and few males drooling; a siren – creatures he despised, cheaters in the game of love. Standing tall and confident with the knowledge that he could seduce any and all that he desired the siren ushered students in with a charming smile.
If anyone could thank Andracos for anything it would be the fact that individuals from near and afar knew him and automatically stepped aside for fear of getting in Andracos’ path.
Passing the witch whom smiled up at the two of them, she thought it best to allow the siren to speak to these particular students.
“I’m surprised the Headmaster himself doesn’t come out and speak an introductory speech,” Pachid spoke more to Melody and the siren than to Andracos.
“He used to,” the handsome sirens voice was ever so charming, “but he got fed up with it – figured it a waste of time.”
“Or the fact that he was pretty much saying walk into your impending doom,” Pachid responded.
Andracos lit up, “Agreed, I bet Socratics words would evidently mock the fact that half of these students will not be graduating.”
“You must be Andracos Soleviel,” the siren mused.
“Indeed I am, magnetic cheat,” he bowed not and indeed strode past him, “indeed I am.”
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Your heart beat when you first saw her...
And knowingly, you fell for her.
Until that day she broke your heart...
And left you in the rain.
And yet, still you love her.
Simply because...
She is an angel in disguise...
It was not a sight she had ever expected to see again, nor did she ever dream of such a situation to be in.
An invitation. An invitation to a rather... grandiose academy. Perhaps it was famous, perhaps it was not, but the air around it seemed to depict it as a rather high standing establishment, one you would send the nobility to. And now, she was apparently enrolled without her knowledge in this strange school. How strangely frightening it was to be told you were being observed after all these years, how utterly annoying. Have they been observing her even in the bath? Naked?
While the letter had mentioned of rumours of this place, she had not heard of it until the letter came.
A slight clicking noise came, and she looked down, a shiny black centipede was making its way hurriedly towards her.
Nanashi stepped forwards as the centipede climbed up her leg and up her body, skittering up through her dress. Reaching her neck, it coiled around it, looking for all the world like a well made black choker, complementing her black and white outfit. One might mistake her for a vampire, pale as she was, with silver hair, if not for the fact that her pallor looks more alive than the corpse shade of the undead. A few vampire hunters had thought otherwise though, and all of them were now sleeping under six feet of dirt, or somewhere near that depth. She had hardly the strength nor the endurance to dig such a deep hole.
"..I see..."
The centipede told her of a route less traveled, where she was less likely to bump into someone else. Contact, physical contact with others was one she had wanted to avoid, something seemingly impossible at this time, where a lot of newly enrolled students was streaming through the gates. However, there was a lull at the very edge of the crowd, as she had waited until the majority was already in.
Black and white.
Black and white was her clothes, and through the gates she walked, going with the crowd, and yet separate from it, moving only where the crowd was unlikely to touch her. She had also forgotten where it was she was supposed to go first.
Well, if she was to live here, the very first place she would have to visit is her room. Nanashi stopped in a relatively empty corridor, and opened a map of the place.
So....If I was a necromancer before...Is this an improvement?
My challenge to myself from now on. I will accompany every IC post with a picture I draw, regardless of how bad it is. I may not be able to put one up if the potato I call my broadband acts up however.
Sebastian
New things, in this case a new atmosphere and place of living, were not always something Sebastian took enjoyment from but in this case he found it rather delightful. With this change he was to be away from his parents and the underworld as a whole, away from other demons… for the most part anyway. He walked onto the grounds leaning back to stare at the dark sky. ‘I think I’ll like it here.’ He thought to himself, a smirk crossing his face, ‘as long as no one decides to be a bother that is.’
Gaze drifting down and back to earth he watched as other students gathered in front of the main doors before entering the rather ominous building. He didn’t find it that ominous though, if anything it spiked his curiosity and gave him an urge to explore and learn all the buildings cracks and crevices. ‘There are other demons here… ugh’ Sebastian thought to himself in a disgruntled manner as he removed his hands from his pockets and began picking at the underside of his nails as he walked, ‘but I suppose that’s only to be expected, this is a school for non-humans anyway. Hmm, thinking of humans, I’m going to have to find other species to torment aren’t I. What a bother.’
Avoiding physical contact with the gathering people he slunk around them letting his hair cover his face, eye contact was not something he liked to make unless he wished to gain someone’s attention. Just before he reached the doors he decided to pause and break away from the crowds and look up at them just to get a rough estimate as too how many more would be approaching before he slipped through the doors. Sneaking a glance at both the ushers, ‘good lord I hope that witch isn’t one of my teachers, she’s hideous,’ He thought sneering at the ground.
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Renn
‘…So this is Vendace Hall, woah, I never thought the building would be this big, it’s so dark though, I hope the sun rises soon, what’s that? It’s always dark here? That can’t be right, I must of misheard them. I guess it doesn’t matter to much, really creepy though, can’t they do something to make this place more cheerful? Perhaps I should make a whole lot of little flames to go along the roofline! That would make it… no… that might make it more creepy…’ train of thought running at two thousand miles an hour Renn kept having difficultly not bumping into people as she skipped towards the crowd of people. She wasn’t actually that girly a faerie, just cheerful… at least for the moment. If anyone went to talk to her she probably would have immediately shut down.
Despite having to move around from her family and friends Renn felt honoured to have the opportunity of going to such an esteemed school and had promised herself that she would do the very best she could, even if that meant not making friends as her parents had told her to do. But she didn’t feel she needed friends, Renn had friends at home and in such would make an effort to stay loyal to them through limiting her friends at the school. Besides, maintaining friendships was hard work and would remove from schoolwork.
‘I’m going to end up getting so lazy halfway through the year aren’t I?’ she giggled to herself pausing when she got near the doors to gaze up towards the roof, wings fluttering slightly as a wave of being quite small came over her. Among faeries she was an average height, but here she was short. Only now was the intimidation of it all setting in for her. ‘I do hope no one hurts me…’ he thought, mood flipping to concern.
Renn closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself, ‘just get inside, everything is going to be fine.’ She thought before putting a bright smile back onto her face and walking forward, gaze moving to the siren for a few moments, but she just couldn’t help it though, he was sooo pretty. When Renn had passed she shook herself off and hurried inside following the main crowd of people not wanting to be left alone in such a large intimidating place.
GENERATION 14: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation. Social experiment.
I am currently participating in the following roleplays:
*Rolls ball labeled "roleplay" to top of a hill and holds it there.* Let me know when it's time to 'get the ball rolling.'
Originally Posted by Gamerdude369
How do you go from creepy eyeball, to hazardous waste, to cute penguin?
Originally Posted by Grif of Hearts
My white dragon's racist an adult.
Originally Posted by Slendy
Fiber-optic glass wiring topped with shit. Yummy.
Originally Posted by Chazz
"What the fuck is that?"shouted the dyslexic penguin as he stared up at the greenish sky, seeing eight tiny reindeer pulling a dumpster, leaving a trail of shit behind.
Originally Posted by Whitbane
Oh, right. HP stands for Harry Potter. I looked from my HP printer and back at first.
Originally Posted by ChaosMaster
Damn you pee! you fail me again!!!
Originally Posted by Conversation about characters I was using, easier to understand if your a ygotas fan
Originally Posted by Sacanamara
Ok let the gayness begin lmao
Originally Posted by Syrene
SWEET HATRED! MARIK AND BAKURA ARE MAKING SWEET HATRED! XD
Originally Posted by Glitchybugger
Just be glad I haven't interrupted your hatred :P
I could be like "BOOM! ANGEL ARRIVES!" and then be like "...What the.. I'm just going to murder you both."
Originally Posted by seto kaiba
Oh right, I though he just got bored with his life and decided to become a racist or something. Because that's what people do when they're bored.... They become really really racist and then buy way too much starbucks and become fat because black people never go to starbucks.
It is week 5, term 2 of my 3rd year in highschool. Mid-year exams are coming up soon and hence will not be able to post large amounts on a regular basis. Sorry if this is an inconvenience to anybody. Though I am only in one roleplay at the moment and hence should be alright.
Rhodes was out and about. There was a delicious smell in the air. He knew not where it came from, but it was fresh and nearby. Someone had just made food. Good quality food, spiced with the most delicious tastes one could find. Six dozen crows bounced along the ground, leaped amongst trees, brush, and scavenged the skies, searching for the source of the smell. The aroma hung heavy over the grounds of the school, so overpowering that its exact location was difficult to pinpoint. In this scent he tasted a strong, distinct fiery spicy hotness, mixed with overwhelming sweetness, balancing out to a beautiful tang, like sweet chili sauce. From the skies behind the school, he noticed it first by its alluring glow.
Caaw. Caaaaaaaw. Caaw....Caaw. Caaaaaaaw. Caaw
Rhodes heard many of his fellow students nearby complaining of the overcast of the school. But to his eyes, the world stayed bright, unhindered by the clouds above. Obeying his call, Rhodes converged on the glowing spot in the ground. Before him was a small woman, the source of the delectable smell. The spicy burn of sexual trauma just before death. The sweet taste of suffering, which she basked in for so long. And blended together perfectly for the spicy-sweet tang by the overwhelming sensation of helplessness. Two open wounds on her back served as a glowing beacon to draw the crows in. The crows not fortunate enough to feast stood at the entrance of the school, staring longingly in the direction of the brilliant meal, licking their lips and salivating. He would need to thank this chef personally.
The feast began with a custom unique to Rhodes; a method of giving thanks for the meal. A single eyeball was ripped from its socket, to be kept as a trophy and dedication to the one who gave their life and both to feed Rhodes' dark powers. The bird that found the corpse removed the eye, as the others hovered just above the corpse, six dozen total. The bird with the eye flew off and set it aside. When it returned, it picked out the other eye, eating it. Once it got its prize for finding the foot, the others came down like a black cloud of void. They dug into her stomach, searching for the prize of any predator; the liver. Digging their beaks deep into her abdomen, they gripped and ripped, peeling back the flesh to expose the organs. Dozens of precise pecks tore the corpse to shreds, pulling muscle from bone. The feeding frenzy continued for ten minutes while the Rhodes with the students pretended to watch some nice smelling man terrify some other students.
*Scrape, scraaaape, scrape.*
The scrap of keratin beaks against bones for the last morsels disturbed the supernatural silence they were creating. Rhodes' finally regained his senses as the last bites of flesh were swallowed, abruptly observing that most of the other students were starting to file into the school. And that is when things went south, and not for migration. He felt himself, most of him who just fed, grow heavy. Unmoving. Not dead. He could feel their hearts beating. But they were slow. Their wings could not lift them from the ground, and their feet could not carry them away. 65 crows sat piled near the body, paralyzing poisons flowing through their systems. Rhodes was in a panic. His crows scattered, his power diminished, and no reasonable way to recover them, he feared what would happen should someone come across his helpless self. The letter said this was a school for non humans. People with powers. Out there, he always did pretty well. Here, he would need to be more careful about what he ate.
Havarther, or more commonly known as "Hava" because of how difficult it was for most people born with English as their native language to speak it, had spent a very long time making his journey to this esteemed "Academy" which was held in high regards by his mother. He did not fully understand why she insisted upon his attendance to the Academy when invited some odd months ago -- by chance the man knew Hava' would make the journey on foot, and a lone, or simply assuming everyone should be warned in advance, he could not guess it -- however he never once questioned his mother's insight and wisdom. She has been alive for far longer than any other creature he had ever heard of, or met, and knew from experience that his mother's wisdom was near unbounded by physical limits. She told him that his attendance to this Academy was not to gain power and seek fame, as many believe such an establishment was meant to provide, but to instead dispel the illusion of dissent, discord, and resentment that many had began to ascertain with that of Shamans in the mortal and supernatural realms. He was to help aid in showing everyone that Shamans were not aligned with any desires or motivations of power, but simply loved life in all shapes, forms, and expressions of life, regardless if they were evil, tainted, corrupted, pure, elatedly blissful in nature, and so forth. Which is exactly the very reason why he was now walking onto what appeared to be the main-courtyard, after countless days spent traveling from his home, or at least one of his many homes. He spent many months going through portals, gateways, and taking other means of supernatural travel in order to reach this Academy, lost from the mortal realm and placed in the depths of pure, true, supernatural influence. It was here that he knew many trials and challenges would await him, though instead of nervousness or fear, adamant resolve and dedication flowed through his mind, steeling his will and focus. He was a Shaman, a man of Njall blood, and a master of the forces and spirits of the Earth. There was no trial, no challenge, and no obstacle he couldn't over-come, so long as he did not lose sight of himself, his morals, and his state-of-mind.
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As he was walking through the courtyard, or so he assumed it was, he began to dread the fact the place had no sun at all. In fact, this was a very poor situation for him, because he could tell others were starting to look upon this southern Shaman of the Earth with peculiar eyes and glares. For, despite being a young adult that stood at five-foot and nine-inches, he held a very stocky, well muscled frame. His arms were the size of most men's thighs, from forearms, up, matching properly to not appear disproportionate to his frame, and his legs were the size of small tree trunks. Framed from living off the land, and with animals of the wilderness, he had spent most of his life bounding from one area, to the next, always on foot unless required to use more supernatural means to travel in order to escape human eye. However, it wasn't his highly stocky frame that brought attention to him. No, in fact, it was his arms, being full exposed do the fact he was wearing a sleeve-less shirt, and wasn't conceal with the aid of his spiritual companions. Upon each arm, from palm upwards to his shoulders, were mystical runes that bore an unnatural glow. Some were red as crimson, others blue as the ocean, while some as green as a rain forest's seedlings. A few were as black as the darkest night, and could barely be seen if not for his white-toned skin, and others were white as snow and stood out in contrast to his more tanned hue of white skin. Some people were pointing at him as they turned and spoke beyond his hearing range, while others simply looked for a moment, shrugged, and went on as if he didn't exist. He was, at least, thankful that no one had yet tried to call him out on it. Surely, there were more abnormal sights than a human-looking young man that had glowing runes of Norse origin, stylized to look like a ritualistic cut from an occultist book. However, he couldn't help but vocalize his thoughts in a slightly audible voice.
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"Man, I really do wish these fella's would 'ave sent them dern clothin' they liked to show off in 'em pictures. I'm standin' out like the county-fair's Blue Ribbon pig in the butcher's field, right 'bout now." His voice was as heavy as his barrel-chested figure looked, carrying farther than he had wanted it to, for his words always seemed to be just a pitch higher than he wanted them to be. While he spent his whole life traveling around the entire human world, he for some reason had a strong affinity with the Southern portion of the States, and that ended up influencing his speech patterns and accent quite heavily as he grew up. While Shamans were isolationists, his mother had deemed it proper that the future Elder Shaman of her clan would be educated in the ways of the mortal world, and as such was familiarized with them as much as he was with his own clan's history, powers, and proud traditions. Matched with a heavy voice, slightly tanned skin, and a figure that could only best be described as "Hillbilly-country boy-Redneck-Mountain Bumpkin-Rodeo Cowboy-Texan", if you wanted to get flavorful with your metaphors, it was obvious Havarther was a man fitted for physical stress.
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Nearing the doors of the campus, he remembered it a good idea to take out both the map of the campus, and the student timetable, and began to go over them with honest and earnest focus. "Uhm..." He said with a blank expression on his lightly bearded face, scratching at his hairs aimlessly in thought. "Where in the blazes of all that's right am I meant to be goin' to first? Figure there'd be someone to show us new folks where to be at..." Once again, his country-fied voice carried out father than he had wanted to, though it wasn't anywhere near obnoxiously loud or distracting. Though as peculiar as his voice probably was to many people, he'd probably stand out with his words alone, even if he didn't have those glowing runes all over his arms. At this point in time, he took his eyes from the papers he held in his hand, and was looking around the area in front of the doors to what looked like a central, main building. Was he meant to go inside and wander around till he found someone to show him where to go, or should he start asking people at random until he found a helpful person? At this point in time, he felt it might be best to wait for someone to waltz up to him and put two and two together. He wasn't in uniform, in fact all he had was a sleeve-less tank-top, black shorts that ran down to his knees, and heavy-soled hiking shoes with black ankle-cut socks, and a brown leather backpack that held a few items necessary for personal hygiene, survival, and comfort in the open wilds. Add in the fact his arms were ablaze and he looked out of place, he figured someone would at least be friendly enough to help a new face out. If not, he'd figure something out. He always did.
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The skies were magnificent here. Dark and dreary. Exactly to Dusk's liking. There was no sun, which suited him fine as his primary animal form was that of a nocturnal creature. His thick black and golden brown streaked hair was in an untamed mess as always, but besides that he was neat and clean-looking. Standing with excellent posture, hands held behind his back and eyes forward, he strode across the courtyard with practiced poise. His father used to lash at him with a thick strip of leather if he didn't stand straight enough, or if he held himself "incorrectly" in human form. His father had very strict rules about how to 'properly' shapeshift. If he couldn't seem like the animal he had shifted to, then he wasn't going to fool anyone. He needed to be able to carry himself as that animal. Though Dusk always thought humans seemed a bit more informal than his father would like him to think. No one really walked as he did. Few would practice "proper" form. And 'poise', he was certain, was just a made-up word to make snooty people feel good about themselves. Dusk never felt very good about himself. He tried to pretend to a few times, though.
Dusk always felt a bit... awkward in human form. He was shut out most of his life, kept indoors to study and only let out to practice shapeshifting. Over and over and over again, until it was perfect. Until he could do anything his mother or father asked. But that never happened. Not once did he ever see a look of pride on his father's face, nor a look of acceptance from his mother. It was at though he were a ghost. Something that wasn't really there and therefor wouldn't matter unless it improved their lives.
The form he felt most comfortable in, really, was the only one he'd never really needed to practice much. His primary form. The clouded leopard was everything he felt. Everything he knew. Mystery, silence, shadows, the night. It was him to a T. His secondary form never felt entirely right to him, though. Of course he liked it, being a stallion, able to run for long, long distances without straining his body, without getting tired. And when he did get tired, he could rest on his feet, ready to run the second something happened. The problem was, it never felt like him. He loved the form but it wasn't as relaxed as his clouded leopard form. It wasn't as comfortable. And being human, well, that never felt right. Even if he was in that form the most, it just felt so strange to return to it after practicing other forms. It felt like a cell he had to return to every night, and someone else that he couldn't see had the key.
Trying to allow himself to relax, Dusk headed across the courtyard. He was there. Really there. In the place he strove for all his life. Partially because of his parents, partially to get away from them, but mostly because it was different. Something challenging and interesting. Something to force him into a corner he had to fight his way out of. Things he was good at. Both intellectually and physically. Though he looked thin, Dusk was fast and had high endurance. If you can't be stronger, then be faster, or cleverer. Wear them out. Never stop. Never, ever stop.
As he made his way to the main building, the young shifter noticed something that seemed a bit... out of place. Or, well, more so someone who seemed out of place. Usually, Dusk wasn't one to just waltz up to someone and begin talking, but this kid looked so hopelessly lost he couldn't help himself.
The very southern-looking student appeared to be holding a map, as well as his time table. Putting two and two together, Dusk walked over to him and surveyed both sheets. He made sure the kid was paying attention, then he pointed forward, then left, then up, then right. Then he made the room number with his fingers. Indicating directions. Dusk wasn't much of a talker, but he did have the buildings memorized. His mother had forced him to do so before he left.
At least it isn't too bright. Reas thought inwardly as he surveyed the courtyard ahead from beyond the cast iron entrance gate. People, if some of them could be called as such, had been arriving since early morning. Some had traveled in groups while others came alone, he had seen many of them while he whispered through the surrounding woods, his fir bristling every time he caught another unfamiliar scent. He stood now in his human form, sizing up the massive crowd before him. He wasn't fond of wading through the many aggressive looking persons, but he had no choice.
Just keep your eyes on your map and find the dorms as quick as possible. That shouldn't be to difficult right? They're just..
Reas paused for a moment,
Just students, like me.
The weak justification was good enough for him, so he steeled his nerves and dived in. Keeping his eyes on the map in his hands as he sidled through the mass to the front gate.
It went without incident, thankfully. As he turned to survey the crowds, he caught a smell he was quite familiar with. Death. He swung his head slowly, trying to pick out the scent, but there were so many new aromas nearby that he could not discern its location.
Right then, what was I expecting when so many beings like these are given a single refuge.
He turned back and stopped in front of the entrance doors, which were tall and lavishly decorated with wooden carvings. To either side stood guides, giving other students directions and assistance. One was small and pale, with eyes like lifeless black orbs. Her hair ruffled and twisted with drops of color thrown in in the form of flowers. The other was a tall man with a musty scent coming off in waves. A siren. Reas thought. Their scents were so thick and nauseating that he had to cover his nose for a moment while he re-asserted himself. After shaking off the sickening pall, he made for the doors. Stashing way his map, he stopped in front of the small pale woman and waited while she finished assisting some students before she turned toward him and gave him a questing look.
"Excuse me, I was hoping to find the dorm rooms, I suddenly feel very under-dressed." Reas said as he noticed that many of the students were wearing fanciful garments into the main entrance room. The men stood about in fanciful over coats, while the women wore the same monochromatic dresses.
All black, white, and shades of gray here. Perhaps that's not so bad.
Although he wore black, he suddenly felt very out of place as the many people cast approving glaces at him and his clothing. His traveling clothes were functional, but worn. The bore stains and minor rips that had been patched with whatever was around. As a result, they were more of a darker gray-brown than their original black. He didn't like standing out.
"Yes deary, the Dorm rooms." The little pail woman said in a high, shrill voice that made Reas start. "They would be through the main entrance and-." Reas absorbed the information willingly, faintly aware that someone was staring at him. The small woman was still talking, but then jabbed him in the shin swiftly.
"I was speaking, dimwit, and when I speak, you would do well to listen." Reas eyed the small woman as she looked at him with slight irritation.
"My apologies. Ma'dame." Reas blurted, his shin throbbing.
"I was asking you your name, boy."
"Oh, yes, I am Reas SheathenClaw." He said, giving a slight bow.
The woman let out a ghastly chuckle. "Oh yes, the wolf pup. Not to bright out here for you, I hope."
Reas narrowed his eyes, letting himself wonder exactly how much the people at this school knew about him. She took his glare apathetically.
"On with you boy, I'll not have you eyein' me. Now shoo, off with you." She made a dismissive motion with a hand, indicating that she had no further interest in him.
Nice woman. He thought as he passed under the grand entrance into the room beyond.
Araelle pulled gently on the hem of the skirt hanging over her thighs, sighing softly to herself, and loosening the top button of the pressed, and still a little stiff collar around her throat. She already hated the compulsory uniform in which all students were required to wear on their person. She preferred looser clothes, whether they were flattering on her figure, or not. She had arrived at the academy a few hours before she had needed to, her relatives constantly insisting that tardiness was a high sin. She found herself rolling her eyes and letting a soft huff of distaste rush out of her nostrils, looking out through the pane of glass in which she'd been staring for at least two or three minutes. She'd already found her way into her room allocation, her things already packed away safely into their appropriate containers, not that her items weren't few and far between, worldly possessions could make you proud, yet another belief that had been un-successfully instilled into her existence. With a flick of her wrist, Araelle delicately brushed away a small strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes, from the tousled, loosed waves of her golden hair flowing over her shoulders. Her hips leaned just a little more into the windowpane, crystal blue orbs scanning over the small, but varied crowd of new students flowing in the courtyard. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, containing the name of her allocated room mate, before placing it back down into the depths of her pocket. Her fingers twisted and twirled the ring around her finger, before her jaw set, nodding to herself gently, almost asif puffing herself up with a little courage, not that she lacked much of this, she liked to think she was fearless.
The soles of her shoes made soft echoes as he feet carried her almost soundlessly over the hard wooden floors of the corridors, towards the stairs, to find her way towards the main foyer, to cast her eyes more closely on the other new students. She paused, her head whipping around to look over her shoulder, the practical blackness of the corridor seeming to swallow her vision up, the dull, low lights of the wall lamps doing little to brighten up the area around her. She was sure she could hear the soft creaking of floorboards behind her,but the whole academy seemed to echo, making tricks of the light and air seem abundant. She turned back again, and shook her head, sucking in a soft breath through her nose, making her ribs press forward against the inner of the slight corsetted manner of the uniform waistcoat. She began walking again, her footsteps, with a mind of their own, seeming a little faster, and more urgent. She was sure she was going the right way, but the turns and twists of the echoing corridors seemed almost identical. She could see the stairs before her, and almost let out a sigh of relief, before she felt a breath on the back of her neck, and what seemed like a whisper across her ear. A sharp gasp was let out of Araelle's lips, turning a full half circle to look behind her, her eyes a little wider than usual, taking a few more steps backwards. The heel of her shoe hit over the edge of the stair, and she felt the sickening sensation of falling, before an arm wrapped around her hip from behind, the safety of a warm torso pressing against her back, steadying her.
"Now now, little one, why so frightened?" The voice was soft against her ear, and Araelle ripped herself from the grasp behind her, chest heaving with slightly panting breath as she grabbed for the banister of the stairs, her back pressed to the rail, staring at the figure infront of her.
"Don't be so alarmed. My name is Savant. Avnas, Master of the subject of Divination. The dark haired male infront of her swept his arm over his stomach, and took a shallow bow, looking into her eyes with his own, seeming to penetrate the very depths of her soul. Araelle's vision blurred almost dreamily, just for a moment, her stomach and lungs fluttering with a breathless spell, before her chin shook, shaking herself out of it, her shoulders squaring a little. A soft smile curled over her lips, brightening her eyes just a little, she inclined her head just a little, the small strand of hair yet again plaguing her eyesight. "Araelle, Sir, a pleasure. Today is my first day."
A charming smile crossed over the male's lips, his eyes fluttering up and down her personage, making her feel again that he was viewing into the depths of her soul. "Araelle, a beautiful name. I will see you very soon, little one. Don't be frightened, you are ALMOST, very safe here." Another throaty chuckle escaped his lips, before his hand reached out, fingertips stroking the hair out of her eye from her forehead, a fingertip brushing lightly down her cheek, before pulling up her chin. "Be strong, or you won't last very long around here at all" His finger lingered just a little too long, searching her eyes again, making her feel like a snake being charmed, but she pulled her chin from his grasp, and gave him a small smile, before moving around away from him, looking over her shoulder at him as her feet carried her down the staircase, her hand grasping the handrail, feeling asif she may fall. He disappeared up away from her, and she turned her eyes back down to the stairs infront of her.
Her mind felt hazy and dreamy, which was fading slowly now that he wasn't staring at her. She soon reached the main doors, leaning against the doorframe lightly with her hip, catching her breath and casting her gaze over her fellow new students, this place both terrified and intrigued her, and she couldn't decide which.
As the newcomers made their way through the foyer in an attempt to find the room of comfort, one couldn’t help notice the hostility that existed amongst each person. This hostility rendered it strenuous for an individual to acquaint with whom to trust and converse with. The aroma of blood had already stained the breeze, noble demons had been browbeaten, innocents deprived of existence due to vulnerability lest we forget the threat of death granted by the academy itself.
Andracos waltzed through the entrance with a grandiose sense of self-worth. His practiced march, cane in hand and Pachid, languid to his right side. The girl whom had decided to bounce along with them decided it wise to find her gremlin friend and retraced her steps.
“Did you see the way the girls drooled over the siren?” Pachid mused rather mockingly.
Andracos scowled, “Magnetic swindle,” he hissed, “salivate not females do over ‘Him’, rather his ‘Powers of Attraction’; literal state.”
The corners of Pachid’s mouth rose to a smirk, “nice green-eyes Andracos.”
Andracos’ scowl darkened, “plan you do to deride me all midday; none I shall h....” he was cut off at the sight of cute, petite witch pacing past him. Instantaneously, the demons features lit up - slyly he held out the bottom of his cane in order for the little witch to trip. Stumbled she did and fell to the flooring, releasing a small yelp on her way down. Forcing his cane into the hands of Pachid, Andracos knelt down and held out his gloved hand, a charming smile on his features. Pachid chuckled, following in the suit of others, he forwarded onto the faculty lounge, leaving Andracos behind.
“My, my – an entrance that was,” silky smooth the words left his mouth.
“Oh,” she gazed up at him blushing, “how, stupid of me,” she accepted his outreached hand and he assisted her back onto her feet. She began to brush herself off, adjusting the faults the fall had done to her uniform.
“Little one,” Andracos cooed kindly, she looked up at him, “would thou happen to know the way to the common room,” he gazed down at the ground scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “I, happen to know the way not and little wings my map did grow,” he mimicked fluttering wings with his hands as he met her eyes again; a schoolboy smile on his features.
“Dost suppose,” his smile reached his eyes, “such a pretty enchantress, could escort thy way.”
She returned the facial feature, genuinely, “y...yeah...” she stuttered a simply word. How effortless it truly was for Andracos to play the part of an above suspicious schoolboy.
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Pachid strolled forward, permitting Andracos his entertainment. How Andracos managed to continually and without sweat adhere to his actions, Pachid could never make sense of. Andracos and his actions ran parallel to a circle; they never ended; never grew bored or tired or deemed repetitive. Simply circling he went; around and around; unlimited.
Standing as more of a tower above others Pachid strolled on effortlessly. His brown eyes, trouble-free glanced down as he pulled out the map of the labyrinth and deciphered it. Deciding to choose an alternate route to the common room in order to avoid congestion, Pachid turned down an almost drained corridor.
Each step that he took brought him closer to a sweet aroma that was creating moisture in his mouth. When he breathed the scent in it flew down his throat delectably; he could almost flavour it. The yearning for the source was so elevated he paused in his steps; it had been an unaccountable number of years since the fragrance of blood had this affect on him. Although he hadn’t had a slip up since he was infantile this noteworthy scent was enough to test any experienced vampire.
Choosing a path that didn’t collide with the scent he turned down another corridor; a successful attempt to lessen the scent. He pondered as to exactly what type of creature could create such a perfume; an angel he decoded, surely. His mindset didn’t allow for lack of control and he realized that his tremendous fatigue today must be due to his thirst. Though thirst as a physical suffering didn’t quite occur with Pachid; it still existed as something that required expulsion.
Reaching a grand, single door with a heavy brass handle he peered down once more to the diagram; correct he was in discovering the second, side entrance to the common room. He halted not and entered into a room of grandiose and rather ostentatious furnishings. Victorian in era the room stood, with its high ceilings and stretched skylights draped with impressive textile Pachid moved onwards bemused very little, to a chaise longue and instantaneously fell into it, face down, with a sound of achievement and comfort. Rolling over onto his back, with his long legs crossed at the ankle he rested his hands on his chest and closed his eyes with one last deep breath.
Time delayed and in a while the common room was full with the individuals assigned its use. Pachid sighed to himself; with the arrival of numerous students came the arrival of racket. Still with his length monopolizing the entire couch, he attempted slumber and no student bothered him. They were too fascinated of the perfect room that engulfed them or they existed wiser that to disturb a resting vampire.
Then unexpectedly, the threatening sound of the doors burst opened; startling few, however gaining the attention of all. The silence that befell the air was intense and no being defied it. Pachid, though thankful at the cease of noise opened his eyes and elevated himself in order to comprehend the sudden change of atmosphere; unappreciative he was for that.
Ajar the doors stood and focal point between them, an individual so opposite of light that darkness itself would flee. It was ‘his’ aura of supremacy and power that penetrated the atmosphere, thus making it heavy; it belonged to him and he could amend it as he saw fit There was a dissimilar sensation about the air that surrounded him, it was threatening. The tall males pale skin was extreme, the absence of colour in his hair, shined black. Pressed together at his centre were his fingertips; tapping unhurriedly and mutely. Elongated and sharp described his fingers; a throat they would slice effortlessly. Apart from all his perturbed features it was his eyes that stood out supreme; amber yellow, with slits in his pupils akin to a snake. Humanity was not something to find in eyes like those. There he stood gazing each student directly, a stern unimpressed expression on his face.
After a moment of examination, the demon paced into the room with slow steps; every step that he took was like a link that chained time itself together. Hands still fingertip to fingertip he strained his neck left and then right, eyes still wide open though gazing at no one in particular. The menace, not once leaving his eyes. At last he spoke,
“I am Savant. Oroiach Zagan,” his voice almost slithered out of his mouth, like a hiss; oddly smooth. Rush his words he did not.
“Chief of Power Development tutor. I have come to acquaint with you purely because of decreed.”
He breathed deeply, sounding to the ears more like a hiss, “as well as Second in Command of this Academy I exist as the coordinator of this legion,” he paused, “cohort.”
His eyes lingered from person to person, examining each carefully though showing no sign of altered emotion and he continued,
“I’m to Welcome you to the Academy of Vendace Halls,” it appeared more of a burden than a welcome, “you have all been accepted to attend this specific academy for individual reasons. Reasons that you are to conclude yourself. My fellow staff and I do sustain a sense of thrill and are all eager to see how you endure your time here. Starting tomorrow you will begin a particularized schedule in which you must attend. You will also start to explore ways to fill your days and evenings – with the less tangible part of your education here - the student experience...”
He sat on the railing of the balcony, having dragged her kicking and screaming up the stairs, with his elbows residing on his knees. With his hands clasped together and head tilted Andracos gazed down at the little witch whom was lying down on the granite flooring, with clear moisture rolling out of her eyes sockets. She was coloured dark with rising bruises. It almost angered him that they were uncomplicated in terms of trust. He hadn’t had his way with her; he wasn’t interested in this one.
“Does thou discern what thy identify not,” he spoke down from his elevated position, beginning a rant, “how dost I devoid of effort, perform my actions. Why dost thou Little Ones, of all beings and race, make such easy a target for I?” his voice almost irritated as he jumped off the railing onto his feet.
With scornful green eyes, Andracos looked down at the little witch,
“Nevertheless Little Witch, thy did take pleasure in thou company – but all grand things must come to an end, agreed?”
The pain that seeped from the beating dealt by Andracos render her voice useless, she merely quivered in response. Straining his neck so as to see over the railing over the balcony he glimpsed down,
“Elevated this drop is,” his head spun to the witch on the floor, “can thou fly?”
Once more she replied not, simply whimpering; it was a different voice to answer, stemming from a presence that Andracos was not even aware of.
“Fly a witch cannot,” a female voice, high in octave – yet so lovely to the ears, “without a sweeper,” she sounded almost delighted to point this fact out.
Andracos’ eyebrows furrowed down and he spun on his heel to observe who was addressing him; his eyes widened in awe. Before him a female stood, whose aura glowed a blinding white; she dazzled with angelic purity. Soft, wavy and long her creamy blonde hair was. Her lavender eyes kind and sweet. Her petite figure hugged by a pretty white corseted dress that fell to the floor. Smiling harmoniously she was at Andracos and the scene before her; undisturbed by its nature. An angel with not a single ounce of contamination following through her and it seeped through her perfect skin, forcing a glow.
“The poor little thing,” she glanced down at the girl on the floor before shifting her eyes back to Andracos, not changing her kind expression, “that’s not very nice of you,” she whispered to him.
Andracos was quite speechless, opening his mouth with the hope of words exiting but none fell out, she spoke,
“I am Rosalina Bell,” her hand rose to her chest as she said her name, “Pristine Healer of Vendace Halls.”
Andracos frowned once more snapping out of his trance she had caused, “Appy Polly Loggies,” he bowed at her, “for my silence,” he straightened his back, “dost thou employ here, in such a dreary place?”
“Yes,” she beamed, “Pristine Healer,” she repeated.
“Infirmary is beneath you?” Andracos questioned.
“Correct that is,” she answered sweetly, “now I must ask, as a newcomer, shouldn’t you be in your common room. I do believe your coordinator would be addressing his and your new cohort. Savant Zagan doesn’t take kindly to those who ignore time.”
“Someone shall be along shortly to attend to you, my dear,” she spoke to the witch kindly. There was a dissimilar way she ignored the damaged witch on the floor; that was her nature as a pure angel.
“Come,” she waved her dainty hand at Andracos, “follow. I shall escort you. That way trouble won’t follow you from the Savant.”
Andracos smirked to himself, he adored angels; so uncaring of anything other than themselves for fear of contamination.
“Follow I shall Miss Bell, follow I shall,” he quickly brought himself alongside her, allowing her to be the forerunner, “identified I am as Andracos Soleviel.”
“Aside from the outstanding education you will receive at Vendace Halls, I can tell you from personal experience that for Vendace Hall’s graduates, it is overwhelmingly the student experience that stays with us and you for that matter, the longest,” the snake-like man chuckled coldly at this, it seemed to amuse him.
Following his sentence came the appearance of two figures behind him; one a theatrical rapist and the second a dainty healer; a peculiar combo. Zagan fell silent upon the awareness of the two behind. An expression of annoyance painted his features and he spun on his heel, quite swiftly in order to know who dared stroll in late in his presence. Andracos shivered slightly at the amber eyes that befell him; piercing his skin. It however fell through due to the fact that he was escorted by none other than Rosalina Bell. Zagan spun once more so as to face the rest of the students once more. Rosalina placed her delicate hand on Andracos back and motioned for him to walk around and take a seat. Andracos obliged not wishing to be at the receiving end of the Savant before him; he was smarter than that.
Zagan continued, “there are literally hundreds of groups on campus, and endless opportunities to assist in your graduation. I’m to wish you all the best for a stimulating and rewarding, challenging four years on this campus, which will be the start of what you hope will be a lifelong experience as members of the Vendace Hall’s family,” Savant Zagan concluded.
Andracos had made his way over to Pachid, who raised his eyebrow as him as he silently watched his droog take a seat alongside him, observing the smirk on his face; he’d slipped trouble once more.
Zagan’s eyes flared as he concluded his speech, turning his head to the angel behind him he held his hand out for her to take; she obliged wordlessly, a small smile on her doll like face.
“This,” his voice seemed to drop the malice, though not the hiss, “is Pristine Healer, Rosalina Bell Forveus,” he paused, seemingly for effect, “Zagan,” he highlighted his ownership over her.
Andracos look from Rosalina to Zagan to the flooring, as Zagan explained his brides place at Vendace Halls. Andracos eyebrows furrowed trying to decipher the attraction she had for him. Evident it was the sinister demons attraction to something so pure, though hers brought about puzzlement. Pachid detected Andracos perplexity and leaned his was to say,
“They are attracted to their own levels of purity,” Pachid smartly answered.
Andracos eyed Pachid from the corner of his sockets,
“He must have been a pure angel before he fell,” Pachid explained, “not a gradual build up of contamination - simply pure on day then the next not.”
“Purity transforms to thou?” Andracos pointed at Zagan in surprise.
Pachid simply nodded in response.
Soon the pure bride and demonic groom exited and advised them to seek shut-eye. Something Pachid longed for.
“Come,” Andracos jumped, “we shall discover your chamber and your cot.”
Your heart beat when you first saw her...
And knowingly, you fell for her.
Until that day she broke your heart...
And left you in the rain.
And yet, still you love her.
Simply because...
She is an angel in disguise...
Sebastian made his way the common room trailing slightly behind the main crowd, hence making him one of the last to arrive through the main doors. He could feel a few eyes on him but ignored them, they were just doing what most others were doing, sussing out who they would be spending the next four years of their lives around. Some people already seemed to have joined together in groups whilst others still loitered alone much like how Sebastian did.
Wandering among the crowds he glanced about the walls and ceiling, allowing his hair to fall away from his face on occasion. When it did it revealed the fact he wasn't to bad a looking guy, he was above average anyway. Lurking about and trying to get through the crowds without drawing attention to himself Sebastian took a post in one of the corners of the room where he could look about and examine his classmates. A few took his interest but he would dismiss them a few seconds later, he didn't know their personalities yet, until he did it was best to avoid them. Best that he did not to get into a fight on the first day.
‘One of these people is going to be my roommate for the next few years aren’t they.’ He noted in a spiteful manner beginning to try to listen in on conversations to get a hint as to what the people he could be with might be like. Sebastian was about to reach into his back pocket for his papers detailing about his dorm and such matters when the doors had opened again. Though a heavy air had come over the room when this person entered and his attention turned to them.
A demon, more specifically, a very dark demon and along with that, a teacher. Zagan? Zeagan? Zugan? Sebastian didn't quite catch his name only the fact that he was suppose to be the tutor for power development. ‘I don’t think I like him.’ Was ‘Bastian’s first thoughts on the man, this was mainly due to the Savant being a demon like himself. This thought then ended up evolving to ‘I don’t like him, he’s not attractive and he’s suggesting I interact with other people… though… doing so might actually do me some good.’
But then the teachers talking was interrupted by another entrance, an angel it seemed, followed by a young demon who was probably a couple years older than Sebastian. He watched the two enter and the demon move away from the angel to take a seat with the other students before turning his attention back to the angel and demon. No, couple, how interesting. ‘Perhaps this Zagan fellow isn't to bad, he has dominion over an angel, I wish I had dominion over an angel.’ He thought to himself with a pout watching them go.
‘Shut-eye hmm?’ ‘Bastian thought yawning and stretching his arms out in front of himself, ‘sounds like an idea, guess I should make sure my roomie doesn't get there to much sooner than myself, don’t want to have them going through my stuff now do I? I don’t trust any of the people here. They’re all strange in my opinion.’ Cracking his back first of all he shook himself off and grabbed his map along with papers detailing who it was he was going to room with. ‘Pahid?’ he mentally questioned as he read the name, ‘I wonder which one he was, I wonder what he is. Hmm better put on ‘nice ‘Bassy’ act for them so we don’t kill each other. That seems to be the air that hangs over this place. Death. I quite like it but it does leave a menacing taste in the air doesn't it.’ Then something pulled him from his train of thought.
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Renn had followed the crowd, gradually getting more and more nervous about the situation. Crowds weren't really her thing, soon enough she’d gotten frustrated at having to weave her way among the people and took to flight which allowed her to get to the common room much faster. ‘It’s so pretty here!’ she thought to her self flying up to examine to roof structure then frowned to herself, ‘did I really use the term pretty? I’m being so girly lately.’
After she felt content with her examinations of the room she landed and brushed herself off. She recognized a couple of the other faeries in attendance but didn't go to talk to them, she didn't know them personally and when it came to social interaction Renn wasn't always the most confident. Because of this she ended up hanging back looking over her maps and timetable. Soon enough the time passed and Savant Zagan arrived. Renn took an immediate unease towards the demon. She just didn't feel like she should trust him, she wasn’t sure why she felt this way, she just did. Perhaps it was just the general feel of the whole school.
Then the angel arrived, Renn liked angels, but she did feel some jealousy towards them, they were seen as being so high and mighty, honored even, unlike her own kind. But then again, angels were quite helpful creatures, putting others before themselves. Ceasing her thoughts on the angel she refocused on Zagan’s speech. When he was done she just stood there. ‘I guess I should follow the others to my dorm… where is the dorms? I guess they’re over there where people are walking too. I guess I could ask someone for help.’
Looking about the common room that was now slowly emptying of people she concluded on asking one of the guys who was standing alone reading their papers, approaching cautiously she reached out to tap him on the arm. “Excuse me? Can you tell me what way to go to the common room?”
The young male’s gaze rose to meet hers and they stood examining each other. ‘He’s a demon… perhaps not such a good choice.’ Renn thought to herself, but then the demon smile at her it a way she knew was simply for the fact of trying not to get into a fight, “Just follow the rest of the girls. You’ll be fine, but you best learn your map, I little girl in a place like this, if you get lost who knows what creatures could come out of the shadows to eat you.” He said smile turning into a rather malicious grin, teeth showing and eyes glinting red beneath the dark hair that hid them.
Renn stood her ground, “Well you better not eat me. I probably wouldn’t taste good to you anyway. Plus you don’t seem like the type of demon that would go out of their way to make someone into food.” She said wings fluttering in a defensive manner.
The demon snickered slightly, “You’re kinda pretty, what’s your name pipsqueak? I’m Sebastian, and no I won’t eat you. If I killed you I’d keep a bone, not the flesh. Bones are oh so much more interesting.” He said examining the faeries green blue eyes, ‘Faeries always have to tell the truth, I suppose she could be helpful later. But they’re rather over the top cheerful at times. That would make her annoying to have around all the time won’t it. Ugh, perhaps helping her out wasn’t such a good idea. But she’s a fire faerie by the look of her wings. So in a fight she’s be easy to beat and at the same time if I fought alongside her she’d make a good ally. Hmm… maybe at a later date, when I’ve got a better grip on her personality I can decide to keep her close or not.’
Renn stared at this ‘Sebastian’, to be quite honest with herself she didn’t like the way he kept looking her over, analysing her. Then again this was a school for the elite and they all knew that some of the people who were gathered in the common room would end up being their enemies so she tried to ignore the uneasy feeling he gave her, then again, all demons made her feel this way. “I’m Renn, nice to meet you too I suppose. Guess you’re kinda pretty as well. But I will be going. I need to get some sleep, you probably do as well and I should let you get to that.” She said before turning away, keeping a close eye on the demon until she was out of sight. ‘Note to self, avoid demons, they’re creepy.’
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