[center][b]Terra[/b]
>Grand Hall<[/center]
Pressed words abruptly expelled from a man in a clean alabaster tux. The same man purposely overlooked by vividly callous oculars. Tenacity shown even through such loud clothing placed upon him, and she could no longer evade his presence…perhaps he would have rather she had. His swift interruption was able to gather one of the woman’s most intimidating stares, and she did not look the slightest bit pleased. Luckily enough she able to learn of his name without first asking of it--not desiring these newcomers to actually think she truly cared. 

Guardian would not come to mind when thinking of such an inhospitable woman but she had no choice in the matter. The unfortunate ones who began to manifest, as a rare few did at this school, would be her responsibility no matter what personality traits they encompass. Training would be a relentless process and she genuinely hoped no poor soul would have to prepare—especially at such a dangerous year. 

When Lance departed by taking a step back, Terra could fully concentrate on the matter at hand, and [i]allowed[/i] Acacia's canine companion to investigate herself by sniffing. “How can I help you?” the heavily pierced woman with a thick Russian accent could be heard saying. Terra’s hues flickered in slight satisfaction at the tone and question from the amiable Freshman. [i]“How can she help me?”[/i] The unknown girl thought privately. In hindsight, if the Freshman only knew. It was such an ironically unexpected inquiry that a light impish smirk formed on Terra’s crimson stained lips. Silvery orbs glanced up at a large clock behind Acacia, and then back to the vibrant multi-language girl. 

[b]“You cannot.”[/b] She finally stated candidly. 

Although the answer seemed grim the woman remained unnervingly calm, and cast a sideways glance to the man who could be seen clearly eavesdropping. Gleaming heels turned to backtrack but stopped for a moment peering over a bare plum tribal tattooed shoulder at the man in white. [b]“Did no one ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”[/b] Crassly she pronounced with a slight smirk though not waiting for a response. The gown trailed behind as she ascended the right side of the ivory double staircase. It was almost time for the headmistress to make her appearance and greet the baffled beings. 
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[center][b]Raven[/b]
>Grand Hall<[/center]
Gingerly a small hand placed itself on Dante’s shoulder from someone behind him. [b]“You look like you’re waiting for someone.”[/b] An ethereal voice politely remarked as the mysterious woman clad in a fitted feather dress and mask held out a palm facing up to the man. A maroon pocket piece could be found sitting in her hand. It must have fallen out sometime during his entrance but the fact she had found the owner amidst all the bodies was quite the coincidence. 

[b]“I was waiting for someone too.”[/b] The petite but tall woman angelically smiled while placing the decorative material back into his chest piece’s pocket before he could retrieve it. Large azure eyes flinted around the room shying away from the man’s covered face after tucking the unique square back into place. She seemed sweet and appeared elegant though a bit eccentric. However, she caught sight of something that made her visibly tense and excused herself from the stylish Freshman. 

[b]“I will see you again.”[/b] Her sentence a fact not so much a question but the encounter was brief, over before it even began as she brushed past him in a hurry outside the Grand Hall.