Xelou finished cleaning the blood off his face and nodded to what the Third said, he then looked at Guy and threw him a bucket of cold water. "banquet huh.." he walked to the showers and an hour later he was ready, he tied his long hair so it was easier for him to eat

Guy had woken up long ago, but in shame lay there, hoping he would be as dead as he looked. He realized what he did was irrational, and he wanted to apologize, but he was terrible with words and with all those girls around him he knew nothing good would come of it. When water splashed his face he jumped up and walked to were the bath house was, but confused on how it worked ran away back to the tree. His stomach growled, he was starving. He knew well that the banquet would have food, but for obvious reasons he dare not go as he ripped some bark of and began chewing on it. He remembered what orienstien, or what ever third called him, said about his pitifulness, and believe it. He had never had any really formal training and was the loser of the match. Guy sighed as he put on his plaid jacket, now covered in foot prints, He never liked people who wore flashy armor but something about the man he fought mad him feel, nice like he had a friend. Guy made his mind up then in there, he would apologize, No matter how weird or awkward it was. He would do it this night, when no one would be around to fluster him.

"what are you doing there?" xelou asked, looking at guy confused. "you should take a bath now or you will be late for the banquet" he said crossing his arms

Jargon sat at the corner of one of the table, sitting at the edge of his seat and trying to keep his tail out of the way. Be embarresing if someone tripped. Jargon, the always hungry carnivore, dug straight into the meat. After piling his plate high he devoured it, using his claws occasionally to eat. He didn't exactly have proper dining manners. He only ate meat, but he never ate humans, never. Only cows, dear, bear, etc.

Guy fell out of the tree and flat on his head when he heard xolou.

"umm s-sir qwhat is a bath?"

He knew he should apologize now, before he loses the chance, but curiosity got the best of him. Many people never understood how guy could no so little about things like doors and instruments, but it was because he lived his whole life in a cave, he only knew of the outside world from the few books his father brought back. His mind wondered as he thought of what a bath could be, a healing elixir? A way to lose problems with society? He would never know if xolou didn't tell him.

Talon sat at the large table, staring blankly behind his mask at the faecs scattered in front of him like bird seed. He would never eat or show his face in front of strangers, not this lot anyway. He had observed everyone from a dark, shadowy corner during the introduction. His teachers were all the same. His head teacher was as motherly as ever, even talking down Ornstein to a point. Ornstein was as stern as ever, even scolding new students for fighting sloppily. He had always respected that man more than feared, the opposite was for the survival teacher. Well not feared as much more of he thought he would cut him during survival class. Still, the things Talon had seen on his travels had frightened him much more than his years at the school had ever. Well so far at least. Nevertheless, Talon opened a small pouch on his belt and grabbed a few loaves of bread and chicken before stuffing them into the pouch and clipping it shut. He hoped he hadn't looked to strange doing that, the only person who'd probably know why was his fourth year classmate, Isaac. What made it more awkward was the fact that he was sitting next to a very hungry dragon who seemed to be spilling food on the side of Talon's armour. He didn't mind much, it was easy clean anyway.

Ornstein looked around the dining hall and the table. A few recognized faces scattered around the table and a few fresh ones. He always hated the banquet, he didn't like eating much. Nevertheless he took a small piece of pork from the table, opened his helmets mouthpiece ever so slightly before quickly putting it in his mouth and clamping the mouth piece shut. He sat cross armed after that.

Xelou sighed and pulled guy inside the bath house, he wrapped himself with a towel and gave one to guy, after he was done with the towel he helped guy with the shampoo and stuff, an hour later guy was ready for the banquet "wel,,,that is a bath"xelou told him nd thought of guy a savage but didnt mind

Guy looked at xolou wide eyed, He felt molested.
"you do this all the time? You most hate life, my god this is no way to live"
He shivered as he put is pants back on and noticed xolou's judgement and turned away. He disliked how everyone thought he was ungentlemanly, He had read a guide to gentleman hood and could talk it by heart, He just, had never had time for this. He lived in a cave so he was either exploring or doing exercise for his family. He envied xolou deeply and wished he had been raised the same way, the same chances. Xolou was a ladies man and by the looks of his clothes a man of more than just enough to raise a family. Maybe that's what made guy feel so relieved to be around him, he felt like he had someone to protect his from the attacks of conversation and starvation. He slowly turned his head back to xolou, showing his large blue eyes
"h-hey I'm sorry about how I acted"

xelou smiled and combed guys hair "dont worry, i used to get like that when kid...i loved fighting2 he said and finished with guys hair, "now you look like a nobleman" he said and fixed his own suit. "lets see if we can find you a girlfriend" he said laughing and went to the banquet

Isaac went back up to his room before the banquet, he had several rituals that he needed to perform before the banquet and he only had so much time. First he had to slick his hair back, it was getting into his eyes and that wouldn't do for the banquet, next he put on his best dress clothes, a long thin coat, and his swords, as he looked himself in the mirror, admiring himself, perhaps a little too much, and exited his dorm for the banquet, thinking of all that delicious food as he made his way down the long corridors.

Isaac sat at the table,eyeing all the delicious food in front of him, and dug in, chuckling at a couple of nameless first years down the table who were having a eating competition, he began to eat, quickly devouring his food in a polite, yet vicious manner. As he enjoyed a large piece of meat his quick eyes caught Talon, and old...friend maybe? Over the past 4 years Isaac had gotten the impression that Talon didn't have friends and enemies so much as he had targets and casualties, but Isaac liked to think that maybe he had at least earned the masked man's respect, for after 4 years of watching him work, and training next to him, Talon had certainly earned his, he was swift and honorable despite being less....charismatic maybe? than Isaac was. Regardless, Isaac's quick eyes had caught Talon sneaking food into his pocket and Isaac acted as if nothing happened, he knew why Talon had done it, he knew what would happen to it, and it didn't bother him all that much. Isaac turned his attention back to his, admittedly very large, piece of meat and dug back into it, watching people, keeping an eye out for any trouble, should it arise.

Jargon had changed from his armor before the banquet, wearing plain clothes to it. He didn't see it necessary to be all dressed up to simply eat. Jargon cleared his throat and grabbed another piece of meat, digging into it. Once that was swiftly gone, he cleaned his teeth out with his claws, getting the meat out still. He nodded and sat back, his tail curled under the table. His tail was easily the same length as his height, so he had a lot of tail to keep out of the way.

Guy stood there pondering what a girlfriend was only to remember his mother talking about them and quickly jumped to his feet.
"I don't think that's necessary, we're just here for training in the arts right? There would be no time, I would be training to much, No girlfreinds needed here"
It wasn't that guy didn't like girls, or even want one to call his own, He just felt he would be a bother. His skin was so pale he was nearly grey and he wasn't a very handsome guy even if he did have a nice tan. Not only that but he had a hard time talking to girls, his mouth wouldn't open near them. Maybe he was too harsh on himself, he certainly thought not.

Xelou sighed and opened he door of the room the banquet was being celebrated, soon lots girls from first year started to gather around both xelou and guy, he smiled at guy and said "my friend wants to lear how to dance" suddely the girls started to pull from guy's arms trying to get his atenttion, guy walked towards a table with drinks and took a glass with juice

Guy managed to get to a blow of radishes, by the time, he hand about 30 girls on each arm trying to pull him away. While he wasn't strong willed or smart witted he was strong and fast, and it was showing here as stuffed his face into the bowl and bit into one of his favorite treats. As he pulled his head out the force pulled him back and a lady took hold of him and swayed with him. Thought guy was confused and didn't like being touched he continued to dance for the next 30 minutes or so as he ate a radish. He didn't make eye contact with the maiden he danced with, he didn't even look at her, to make sure she didn't see his face and get sore at xolou for putting her up to this. He looked at xolou. How did he have these girls under such good control? Sorcery? Power? Beauty? He rather not know, having to deal with class mates was going to be enough of a hassle.

Once the banquet started, Victor, still in his armor and in fact not even having considered the thought of switching into something more casual, didn't miss a beat in stuffing his face with various selections of pastries and meat while trying to be as dignified as possible at the same time - managing it quite well, curiously enough. Looking proper and condign was the one thing he pulled off well. In the end he had accepted the elven teacher's request to the banquet - It's not like he had close bonds to anyone in the school that he would hang out with on the regular, spending most of his time learning or training obsessively, and eating with a teacher had to be at least better than eating all alone... even with him not being the most talkative person, it was nice to have somebody around on his last idle day. The young student had grim thoughts concerning the days after that, for sure, especially with his new classes and teachers... but that was something to worry about tomorrow, he thought as he took another piece of pigeon.

James sat silently, not touching the many foods arrayed before him. This was mostly a social occasion for him. While he did not mind eating in front of others, Third had suggested after he had done so once, that him eating at the banquet would prevent anyone else from eating. He never did understood how humans could be repulsed by the smell of rotting meat. Then again, there was much that he had forgotten about being alive, not that it interested him much.
Although it was not immediately visible, James was keeping a close eye on Victor. He's taken the liberty of poisoning his plate earlier, and he was wondering whether or not Voctor would notice. The poison wasn't anything lethal - it would make him puke up his food, and feel like crap, but nothing more - but that wasn't the test. Third explicitly forbid him to kill people outside of his lessons. However, James wanted to know how acquainted Voctor was with poison. As he was a noble, chances were he'd been the target of an assassination attempt before, but one was never sure. Simply his reaction would be interesting to see. Knowing that someone in the room was a possible murderer was a dangerous piece of knowledge, if he noticed the poisoning.......

As guy finished his dance he packed as much food onto a plate and walked down to james, as he was pumped up and felt he could do anything now. As he sat down he pulled a shaker full of a spice and shook it over his food. It was his favorite, oregano, he learned of it eating plants in the forest around the walls, and took as much as he could out of love for it. His dish was almost all radishes, with a little meat and a few leafs of mint and cabbage.

"having fun on your own friend?" he said trying his best to act like xolou, doing a terrible impression.

Talon observed the incoming two. Girls soon swooned and swarmed around one of them before getting fed up or something and moving onto the wild boy. They were the two fighting earlier. Very strange indeed. The non-wild one seemed to be a bit of a dandy in Talon's opinion. He had long womanlike hair and golden armour that obviously couldn't have been earned through battle or respect if he was just now coming to Knight school. Talon shrugged, he was never one for aethstetics, he preferred black on black to most other colours.

James simply gives Guy a look. Hmm..... succulent, high-quality meat. Low magic use should have left a minimal mark on the flesh. Lots of muscle. It's need a good cleaning, but he had no doubt it'd taste great with some Oregano. Smiling, he took his knife, and calmlythrust it towards Guy's throat, smiling hungrily. Perhaps he would eat tonight after all. He was particularly hungry today.

Guy was lucker than he thought, he had put his hands together before eating and caught the knife between them. He looked at james angry and began bending the knife, slightly to the left before getting up and walking away stuffing his oregano back in his pocket. He had people try to kill him, but this guy was just seeing if he could get away with it. Guy walked over to xolou, feeling like he was back a square on. He sat down and looked at xolou's armor and his makeshift knife.
"xolou, I am very sorry, I was out of had out there. You handled it very well, and as I put up on my own bet I am now you servant"
A bad way of apologizing he was sure, but it was the best he could do. After a moment he began devouring the meal on his plate, and after finishing, quickly only about a minute of eating happened, He began chewing on the plate not ever using on before.