"Dude, calm down" Xelou said andslapped him softly, "girls dont bite...." he thought about what he said for a seond and added "...well, sometimes they do" and tryed to hold his laugh while he handed Guy a cup with water "there, thats water, make sure to drink a lot to expel all the alcohol fro your body". He looked again at the young teacher but she seemed to be amused talking to someone else, he watched for a few seconds and then looked back at Guy

K'sharr was late. Fashionably late of course but late nontheless. In the time it took for everyone to get aquainted before the banquet, K'sharr was making his way to the school he had been attending for his past years. When not at school, he worked at an alchemy store two cities over. There was nothing he liked doing more than practicing magic and most things related to it, so that was a perfect fit. Right now, he was standing behind the door to the dinner hall. He took the hood from his robes down to reveal his moustache and slicked back hair. Along with the obvious cat features he had. His robes were adapted to make travel easier. The top half were essentially the same but cut off by a belt at his waist. The bottom half only went to his knees so that he could be more versitile, with his travelling trousers on to cover his legs.

K'sharr pushed the door open with relative ease before scanning the room with his fists on his hips. What he was looking for, was the new magic teacher. If there was any competition to be had for archmage it would be with her. His old teacher was nice enough but a bit absent minded. He often wandered into 'Heavy Armour 101' and began teaching the brutes there about how to cast ice spells. K'sharr liked the old guy though, he felt a bit sympathetic for him and was probbly the saddest to see him leave. K'sharr couldn't really see the teacher and only a few new faces. He did see his fellow year mates, Isaac and Talon though, doing their weird sign language thing K'sharr never understood. He spotted, The Third. He was always nice to The Third, it put him in a better position to become archmage when he was able to leave the school if he was nice to her. He walked over to his grandmistress and asked her
"Excuse me, Headmistress, Could you direct me to the new magic teacher? I've wanted to meet them since the old teacher left". The way K'sharr pronounced things was a bit funny, a fault of his race. 'Headmistress' was pronounced 'Headmeestress', 'magic' was pronounced 'mageec' along with 'wanted' sounding very slightly like 'vanted' because of said accent.

guy leaned his head back as the water vanished. He slammed the bottle and turned to xolou.
"I may be ignorant of your common day utensils but I know what water is, and I figured out what a door is, see I'm learning"
He never liked it when people made fun of how little he knew of the outside world. He knew few things but he cherished the things he knew, ignorance is bliss he thought. He knew that deep down he wanted to be smart and be able to tell people facts, but he had pushed that desire into the pit of his subconscious and shunned it. He would be the goon for the smart one, he would have the muscle and they'd have the brain.

Beaux

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She answered, telling him that she would be teaching him this year. That would make her a first year teacher. Though, she did confirm that afterwards. It seems she's the youngest one in the staff. Getting in there while being so young, she must have extraordinary talents. After she told Beaux that, he quickly apologized, "S-Sorry for calling you a student!" he almost said in a shout due to surprise. He hoped that she didn't find him disrespectful. The young elf introduced herself as Freija Kiraiian, "Nice to m-meet you, Miss Kiraiian." he was stuttering for a bit. It's still unnerving to talk to one of the mentors, but he did his best not to lose his courage now. He had tightened his resolve earlier, to stop being such a coward and just be like how he was before he came into the academy. She also mentioned about her teaching general magic mastery. Would that include the magic that Beaux has? Quickly, he asked "Um. I know some wind magic... Perhaps you also know about it?" he had been wanting to get better at that ability after all. The only things he can do with his magic right now is to make himself faster and lighter, and also amplifying his daggers with wind to make them sharper and soar after thrown.

Freija gestured over the student beside her. He wasn't actually referring to him, but he haven't noticed the real student there earlier. He greeted the student "Hello." Students were given privilege to sit anywhere they like, but he didn't know that they could sit beside the teachers too. Though, like she said, Beaux had already done the same. Suddenly, she looked at someone. He faced where she was looking, and saw that the comedy duo from earlier had been trying to get the elf's attention, that's what it looked like. A voice spoke to her all of a sudden while he was observing the two as well. Congratulations? Looking around, it seems that only a few had really went to converse with another student or a teacher. He felt quite proud. "T-Thank you. Though, I could have been one of them." he wasn't joking. Earlier, he was just as afraid as any of them. Glad he gained the will to do such a thing. "It is nice to meet you as well." Then he finally noticed that he haven't introduced himself. "A-Ah. I forgot to tell my name. I'm Beaux Stratonfol." he said towards the two people in front of him. His legs suddenly reacted. Crouching on the ground isn't so easy after all. "I hope you don't mind if I join you two." he sat on a chair beside the student and smiled at them. He felt more assured to talk to others now that he knew how they were like.

Third sat silently and arranger her single carrot, napkin and silverware until it seemed quite professional, and nearly perfect, she stopped, clasped her hands together and rested her chin on them lightly, she looked out into the people sitting across from them.

"Yes, they are rough around the edges, but that;s why they are here, to sharpen up."

she looked to each student in order that was listed,

"I'm sure your class, if they choose to enter it, will help them very much so in surviving"

She looked to James, he eyes still studying, and not talking.

"And I know danger is one of the best tools you use to teach...but classes begin tomorrow, not tonight." she gave a small smile and stood up, still not having toughed any food

"And the class only matters when the students survive" she gave James a warm pat on the shoulder, which she knew he probably wouldn't appreciate.

"Enjoy your evening" She smiled and began to walk back to her original seat, she continuously scanned each person she passed, her eyes couldn't seem to soak in enough information, they were bright and moved smoothly around, though despite all this, they still seemed old and weathered.

She gave a sideways glance to Frieja, she seemed to be getting a lot of attention tonight, Third smiled and gave the slightest of nod to her, she made her way to her original seat at the head of the middlemost table and looked around once more at everyone partaking in the gathering. She was genuinely happy to see this many people enjoying themselves on some level in some way.

As soon as she was seated a familiar face entered the room and made their way over to her,

"It's nice to see you again too K'shaar" Third began with a one way greeting,

"She is over there, sitting with two other students at the moment" She pointed out Freija with a quick flick of her finger.

"She is young, but I'm sure she wont disappoint" Third sat down in her chair, sighing slightly, "I'm glad to see you here for another year"

She gave the young...man, a warm smile, she was still always glad to see a returning student

Azelf had been starring at her since she had left to speak to James, he didn't seem to care about anyone coming to close to her a the moment, his attention was all on her and nothing else, something felt off to him...though that wasn't too unusual, something always felt off to him.

"Khajiit thanks you, Headmeestress" K'shaar responded before making his way to the group of three. He noticed the two students, a new kid in first year and one from the year below, K'shaar that he had talked to in minor cases before. Vance he thought his name was or something. He was eventually behind the small group just thinking for a second or two about how he would introduce himself. His introductions were brilliant works of art in his head, not to many others though. He moved in closer to his new teacher.
"K'shaar hears you are the new teacher of mageec? You seem very young to, K'shaar, have I confused you for a student?" This would work either way. If it was a student, K'shaar could apologize and walk on, if it was the teacher he would at least hope she would take the compliment of being young.
"What mageec do you specialize in? K'shaar is a brilliant destruction mage" In his eyes he was anyway. Even for a regular mage he was still pretty good at destruction magic, better than most students at it anyway. Every mage had a speciality in K'shaars eyes, destruction was his.

Xelou sighed and looked at Guy with a killer face punching him in the stomach, it was easy for him to knock down a drunk person. "oopps! he is not feeling well" he said and pulled the unconcious boy out of the room, he decided the best for guy was fresh air so Xelou took Guy outside so he could rest on a bench

Freija

"Ooh, a magic-user." Freija purred as she looked the boy over with scrutinising eyes. They took in little details about him, his stance, everything, even if he was crouching on the ground. "Wind magic is one of the easier ones. Wind is the air, it's present all around us. It's one of the easiest to manipulate, so you have the potential to excel in your forte. Depends on what you'd like to do with it...though, might I say, it's very handy in aiding in speed. Adds a skip to your step, a little gush of wind at your heels."
Deducing the boy was no threat, Freija reached for her glass again and took another long drag. Maybe it was one of her flaws, but she found herself idly sipping on whatever was in front of her, not realising quantity of anything could be an issue, and in this case, magic user or otherwise that too much would have her intoxicated in a short time.
I think I'm going to be mistaken for a student a lot here. You need not worry yourself." she swirled her glass around some more, her appetite finally having returned enough to nibble on some steamed carrots and bread with fine butter.

She was just in time to catch Third's nod and returned a smile of her own, bright an innocent like a student's despite her years, though really, she wasn't much different from most of them after all.
"Nice to meet you, Beaux. I'm glad you're not like them. It gets quite boring, after a while." she trailed off, even as he sat down in a free seat close to them. She looked on, just casually observing the crowd at the banquet. Everyone was doing something or the other. It made her smile, and her eyes widen a little when, during her little scan of the room, she noticed a feline creature making its way to her. She didn't flinch, but just sat back in her seat a little more casually, glass in hand, to her lips, back firm in her hand again.

The first thing she noticed was the furry presence, and then the moustache. She had to suppress a giggle and put on a straight face, though it came naturally a handful of seconds in. She still did bite her lip to keep herself from losing it in the first couple, though. "Yes, I believe I'm the new teacher of magic here. Unless,you know. There's someone else. And then you have the wrong person and possibly should be looking elsewhere." she stuck her tongue out a little. Childish, daring. "I'm assuming your name is K'shaar, then? Well yes. I'm the new generalist. My name is Freija Kiraiian. It's nice to meet you. I assume you're a student here?" her eyes fell upon his han-err...paws. No ring present. No necklace with the school's emblem on it either. She was right in her assumption.

"Ah, I specialise in spells that are based around healing or protecting. Forcefields and the like that can be thrown up around an individual. Though, to be fair, there is a lot you could do with forcefields...hm. Ah, also elemental manipulation. Destruction magic is a reckless kind, if I do say so myself, and sadly not one I'm as familiar with as the basic kinds of elemental and environmental magic, or the magic of manipulation on non-elemental grounds. Such as mind control, all that. Not very difficult but they involve lots of psychic energy. Anyway, destruction magic...hm. Not exactly my forte, but I believe it requires a stunning amount of control. And that is a huge part of the classes I'll be teaching. How to master the magic you already have, and focus on control and having it bring out the best in you. You could put it in the perspective of swordplay. I could teach you how to carry a sword, and your stance and perhaps even what sword would be right for you. Even things about awareness of the environment around you. But your individual fighting style, I couldn't help you learn that. We do have a Destruction magic teacher at this school, I believe...are you a new student?" She asked, genuinely curious. "You must meet this old man, Azelf. He's very quiet, but radiates a lot of energy, and potential indeed. He could easily be the best person to teach you further at this school. And I could teach you to harness that."

She breathed after the mouthful of words, blinking up at the student like half the words would have gone over his head, vocabulary and all.
"Oh, and haha. I'm starting to think I'm going to be called a student more than I thought around here...but thank you for the compliment. I don't reckon a lady ever wants to look older than her years."

Delila stood beside her only friend, Rezubian. The two stood in the courtyard side by side. Delila's helmet covered her head, her physic looking more male than anything, and being taller than Rezubian made it extremely complicated to distinguish her gender.

She placed her hand on the hilt of her sword and grumbled silently to herself, her eyes peered through the holes of her helmet. For a moment, she glanced down at Rezubian.

"So..." Delila nudged her partner with her elbow, "Are you going forward or what?" Her voice muffled by her helmet. She felt heavy under her plate armor, hot as well, but that was something that she shouldn't complain about. She drew in a deep breath, and exhaled, a puff of fog came out due to the extreme heat from underneath her armor.

Hotarubi arrived to the acadamy, it was dark and she could see the lights of the candles iinside one of te buildings. "i hope its not to late to talk with the headmistress..."she said and rided her horse, which was also wearing asian armor, she jumped off of the horse and opened the door not knowing a banquet was being celebrated, for Hotarubi everything of this culture was new so she walked in with katana on her side and her halberd on her right hand. she felt nervous knowing that her armor, sword eyes and even hairstyle was strange for all that people.

Rezubian looked up at her friend, shrugging lightly at her suggestion of going forward. "I don't really know..." she replied, looking up at her masculine friend. Rezubian hated how tiny she was, and wished sometimes she would grow. Even if it was an inch, she would be happy. Her armor was pretty light, and she felt embarrassed that everyone else was dressed so heavily and here she was, wearing armor that looked like it could be penetrated by an arrow. Then again, if she had gotten heavy armor she probably wouldn't be able to stand. Her strength limited to being able to swing her sword, which was still lighter than most swords. She promised herself however that she would learn to lift heavier weapons later. Her training was far from over in her perspective, 2nd year or not.

"Well then why don't you go up there?" she suggested, elbowing her friend back. "Set the example" she stated.

She chuckled in reply, "Let's go kiddo." With that, Delila strode to the front doors of the school. With each step she took, her armor clanged filling the quiet air with a considerable amount of noise. Delila removed her helmet and inhaled deeply, the cool air felt extremely refreshing on her face. It was strange, to see a woman with short hair, though highly common where she was from. Women were not usually allowed to participate in what they called a 'mens sport', so in order to join, they would cut their hair and extinguish their life as a woman to lead another as a man.

Delila opened the doors and took a step inside, gesturing Rezubian to follow along.

Hotarubi felt she was in the way of the two girls who had just entered, she stepped aside them blushing and looking down as she didnt feel she was important in that place and stayed there looking at the dresses ofall the girls. "what kind of clothes are these?" she asked to herself and then looked at her armor, it was totally different to the kind of armors the boys were wearing. "i should have stayed at the dojo..." said in japanese so no one near her understood

Guy suddenly awoke, hearing what he thought was Japanese, he stood up and grabbed his spear and his knife from xolou's armor.
"he's here? There is no way" he said as he trailed off into the night. He hoped to find the man who ruined his life by killing his mother. He remembered the man well, as he let him live, hoping he would be able to come back and take him on in an fair fight. He dreaded that man much but knew he would get revenge. The memory of the large, yet thin sword the man used was burnt into his mind like a branding of a cow. If he heard correctly he had found the man, only he only knew it was Japanese. He wasn't thinking of that as he was currently burning with rage, rage that was now amplified by his heavy drinking, it was as if it burned an aura around him. Untill he snapped out of it as he bumped into a large plated figure and fell to the ground.

Rezubian raised an eyebrow at the girl who stepped aside. "You don't really need to do that, I could of just walked past" she said with a soft grin. "If its something you've been told to do, then you better abandon it now. There is a pretty different set of rules here" she said, still eyeing her. "By the way" she said, accompanied by a simple hand gesture "I like your armor. It brings a different flavor to this place" and after she had said this, someone had slapped head first into Delila's breast plate, and she promptly placed her heel into his back. "I have no tolerance for perverts" she said, glaring at him coldly as she rubbed her heel into his back.

Delila stared down at the small asian woman. She snorted at her then walked inside, "Let's go, Rezubian, we're supposedly late for something important."

She grunted when something bumped into her. Delila stopped and turned around, staring down at what appears to be a drunkard, a stupid one at that. She ran her fingers through her short hair and probed the man's side with her foot, he appeared to be injured... At least she thought he was. Delila's armor can be like a large wall... For a twig.

"Let's hope he's alive and still kicking, I'm not going to bother cleaning his vomit up." She pulled Rezubian away from the drunkard and squinted down at him with disgust, "Keep moving, there's nothing to see but an imbecile."

Xelou; "watch out!" he shouted to Guy but it was too late to prevent him from bumping the girl and sighed, he tried to help him stand up, "whats was that all of the sudden? you are still drunk..:" he scolded him.

Hotarubi: looked at the drunk guy and tried to hold her laugh, "are you ok?" she asked with a unworried face. she went on knees and tried to help too

Guy put his hand bent to the ground and pushed up, despite her heavy armor, and slid out and began to stand up.
"hey now that wasn't very nice, do you go around stomping out everyone's flame, ruining there garments and tainting the cloth of there equipment with the soot of the ground, for shame I say, for shame" he said swaying as he stood up. He had no clue that anyone but hatarubi was a girl at the moment. He grabbed xolou's hand and stood up, brushing dirt off his plaid shirt.
"this is my only shirt, now what am I ganna wear if I wanna look fancy"

"Watch your mouth when you speak that way to a woman, drunkard." Delila put her helmet back on and huffed, she grabbed Rezubian's arm and tugged her along. The two went inside the building leaving the three others behind.

Fools bothered her anyways, she couldn't stand being around such idiotic people. And it would be harmful to allow Rezubian to walk among them. It was unacceptable for a prestigious academy to harbor drunkards. She came to learn, not to mingle and drink with barbarians.

hotarubi: "whats wrong with her?" she askedto herself speaking in japanese, she rubbed te back of her head and noticed everyone was watching, she blushed and went to the other part of the room, far from Guy and Xelou and continued on looking for any teacher that could help.

Xelou: "wow... the girl with the strange armor is cute..." he told Guy "can i have my sword?"