hotarubi: her eyes lost their innocence for a few seconds and stopped eating, she was feeling the pain on her spine but she didnt matter "for my country i am ready to give my life and soul" she said in japanese. she looked at James and smiled "may i help you?" she had a tight grip on her chopsticks, one false move and James would have chopsticks instead of eyes

"Ugh, we're going Rezubian, away from these people. I refuse to let you get exposed to this." With that, Delila lets go of Rezubian's mouth and threw her over her shoulder. She turned around and began to walk down the hall, making sure to never look back.

She disliked people, of course it has been said many times. But what happened before her was why; They were reckless, clumsy, and could easily be dancing one moment then killed in the next. The students as well as the staff of the academy has already given her the worst impression a student could ever receive in their lifetime. This academy was too random for her taste and far too loud for her to bear.

James looked down at the girl. She had Spirit, but she was overconfident. Determination, but no sense of self-preservation. The preparation to give one's life is the loss of the instinct of self-preservation, which is necessary to stay alive. "Very well." Quite calmly, James twisted her arm, forcing her to drop the chopsticks, before moving back, and holding his hands behind his back. "Miss, you hold those chopsticks as a weapon. Hold them in that stance again, only if you wish to end either my or your own life prematurely. Do you understand me?"

Hotarubi: smiled and went on knees in order to pick up the chopsticks, it was the chance, two fast moves : take her katana and slice him in half, she knew James was planning something, before she could act she was interrupted by xelou who pulled her hand and they started to dance, "i-i dont know how to do it..."

xelou: "just move, i know what you were thinking, he is a jerk so dont get near him" he said with low voice so only she could hear, they were the cpuple of the night: the handsome man and the asian beauty

James had seen enough. A student who was prepared to strike down a teacher, and was easily distracted from mortal danger? She was lucky she had never touched her weapon, or he would have killed her right then, right there. This academy had enough trouble without some upstart who would kill another over honor. He made a mental note to have her "accidentally" signed up for Survival Classes. He'd either beat that honor out of her, or she'd die.

Guy sat at a table alone watching xolou and haturabi dance, grinding his teeth as he did. He was jealous, obviously, and wanted to go over and beat him to the ground, but knew that wasn't the way to a girls heart, he was stupid but not insane. Guy clenched his fist, to the point that they began to bleed. He was uncontrollably mad.

xelou looked at guy and smiled, he pulled hotarubi towards guy " my friend here would like to dance" he said and left.
hotarubi; smiled at guy and extended her hand "you will have to teach me" she said and pulled his hand

The young student yawned. He'd been at the banquet for far too long - he didn't even like crowds very much, and the area around him seemed to just get flooded with people who wanted to talk to the young teacher right next to him - not him, of course, which was something that he was glad about even though it bothered him a little at the same time. Mumbling out an apology, he pushed his chair back and stood up, carefully pushing it back so it wouldn't stand in the way of anyone, before moving through the crowd of people to the exit. A breath of air would do him a world of good, and then he could work on getting some sleep before classes started in the morning.

With Rezubian still slung over her shoulder. Delila stopped, and turned around. Strange, for a moment, Delila felt out of place, especially compared to the tiny Asian female.

From under her helm, Delila stared, a cold intense stare. She ignored the fact that she carried a living soul on her shoulder, just for a moment, and stared.
She felt tall. As if though she was towering over those below her. This gave Delila a rough idea of how rough she was.

Hotarubi smiled and let go of guy's hand after a while "im sorry if i was bad partner for dancing" she said and bowed to him, the she turned back and saw Delila,hotarubi smiled and waved her hand, the she walked to Dalila. "your friend sure likes to sleep" she said with a cheerful cute voice

Delila stared down at her. She did not speak a word instead, she only sighed in reply. The girl was far too friendly, and quite frankly it bothered her. From under her helm, she frowned; There was something strange about her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Rezubian woke up with a start, and began struggling. "WHA- LET GO OF ME DELILA!" she yelled, though it was really no use. "YOUR ARMOR IS POKING INTO MY STOMACH!" she whined. Rezubian didn't like being tossed and turned like this. In fact, if it wasn't Delila picking her up, she might of been stabbing her. "LET ME DOWN!" she pleaded.

Hotarubi laughed cutely to Rezubian shouts. she covered her mouth with a hand "oh she woke up" she said and smiled. "you two are second year students, right? would you mind to show me around the school?"

Beaux

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Magic-user, Beaux was called as such even though he's not really used to magic yet. However, it could be true as well since he can use wind magic, and his main ability is also quite magical. Making something pop out of nowhere, it is somehow like that. He's more of a person who does swordplay than someone who casts spells though. Perhaps knifemanship, that's what his specialty would be called, if such a thing existed that is. Then came to his mind that he might as well be some kind of magic knight. It'll be quite nice after all. He'll just focus his magic on boosting his main skills. She also said that it would be easy to learn about, giving him more confidence in what he thought of. "I actually use it for make myself faster. It does help in speed." he said as he tried to produce a little tornado on his palm, "But I might as well try to learn more about it!" Smiling, he continued "Hope to learn a lot from you~! Miss Kiraiian!" then the scarfed boy closed his palm afterwards. "It is also nice meeting you!" Now he feels more excited and motivated for tomorrow's start of classes.

Someone with approached the young teacher afterwards, asking her if she's the new teacher or if he made a mistake and talked to a student instead. Everyone seems to think the same thing Beaux had thought of earlier. She is young after all. "Haha... It seems I am not the only one." he mumbled. The elf looks unbothered by it though. In fact, she seems to be already expecting it. The newcomer asked what magic she specializes in. He looked at her, wondering how good she is with her specialty. Hearing something new, he turned to face the man... or cat...? Now he's pondering as to what his race is called. Catman maybe? Anyway, he wondered what destruction magic is. Just him hearing how it's called made him think it's dangerous. It might be something that involves explosions, or turning something into bits with just a spell. This interested him. Perhaps he will try to listen closely to them.

Kiraiian then spoke, answering the question from earlier, though she included what she knows about the older student's magic. Healing, protecting, forcefield, she mentioned words that would be what she could do. She also mentioned elemental manipulation, which he already caught the gist of earlier as she told her about wind magic. Destruction magic, she called it a reckless one. This made her prove that what Beaux thought earlier was true. 'I better not try to get on his bad side...' He doesn't know what the student might do to him in the future if he somehow angers him. Though, he'll try his best to be a good student, he will try. The magic teacher continued, saying more terms that are related to magic. He could only relate to some though. As she continued, the freshman had thought of her talk as a lecture, like he was in a class right now. From all the things that she had said, Beaux had concluded that she is a very knowledgeable person, also talented. "That felt like a lesson already..." Now he's expecting a lot from her.

She then referred the catman to another mentor that goes by the name Azelf. Beaux himself took a look at this Azelf. Quiet, radiates a lot of energy? Maybe he looked powerful. He found someone that quite looked like that, and he sure looks intimidating. He also saw people that is on the same table as them wearing the same ring as the one on the elf's finger. 'Maybe it symbolizes the teachers.' Then that would make the girl that looked even younger than Kiraiian a teacher as well. The academy sure is full of amazing people.

Then more people came in, making it much more noisier in the room. Beaux had finally felt tired. What with him running to the academy and walking around in it without even resting. Standing up, he bid his farewell "It was nice talking to you, Miss Kiraiian. I will have to excuse my self now." then he bowed before running outside "See you later!" he grinned then turned to look at the door. Going out of the hall, he went towards the dorm and to his room. Whether someone had been in the room or not, he doesn't know as he went straight to his bed after placing his bag inside the dresser. "Hah... This is comforting." but he had to do some things first. He went to take a bath, then dressed himself, and finally went to rest.

Guy stood behind a crowd of people, they all wanted to have another drinking contest. He was afraid they would stomp on haturabi, so was going to watch over her, as if it would help. He understood that he was no were near the power of some of the people here, but still he felt he must.

"are you in love my friend?" xelou asked guy , he was holding a cup of whine "you really seem to, iknow she is cute ad all but...you have just met her..." he said and started to laugh. he knew Guy would screw everything up if he tried to flirt with Hotrubi.

K'shaar looked in confusion to his new teacher.
"Azelf is a teacher? K'shaar always thought he was just a creepy guy who taught K'shaar and others mageec for no good reason" He grinned.
"K'shaar has never really practiced healing or 'white' mageec all that much, only learned to heal himself" He stared at the banquet in front of him before turning to see the first year next to him leave. He felt a bit guilty for not even saying hello to the boy and he hoped he hadn't taken offence. He sat in the now empty chair before taking a few pieces of cooked salmon and chewing them thorughly before swallowing. He liked to savour food before finishing.
"Do you think that boy took offence to, K'shaar not saying hello? K'shaar has to say he feels a tad guilty"

Guy looked at xolou with confusion.
"what is a love?" he said
He had heard about love, but never understood it. Was it a food? Some sort of chemical? Maybe it meant he wanted to strangle her, which was not the case.
He let out a sigh "did you apologize?" he asked, hoping to change the subject, so he didn't look so stupid.

"apologize? for what?" asked and leaned agaisnt the wall: "you know, how about t you give her some flowers tomorrow?" he suggested Guy "talk her about the plants around here, they are very different from where she comes"

"Here is fine." Sleeth mutters as the wooden wheels stopped rolling and he stood up. He stepped down, out into the light and peered up with his red eyes underneath the myriad of silver hair tumbling down his face. Despite the grave look there was a beauty to him, his cheekbones were high and refined and the full lips were colored despite the pale skin. The red eyes though intimidating had a gentle measurement. They moved to see everything, observing the surroundings, assessing all of it. He grabbed his bag and stepped into the gates. The steel of his armor was oddly silent, as he made sure it was padded to absorb impact and never clink together. His steps were long and delicate as the long legs permitted him to walk in such a way. His sword rested firmly at his side and gleaming in the sunlight was the Ridician crest of which he wore proudly, the clan was usually pent up in their mountains and even being fifth house there was always a sense of pride amongst them.

He approached the building, passing through the gates and opened the door to what appeared to be the main building. He had his papers in hand, the envelope sealed with the same crest he was wearing. A recommendation from the first house encase the previous one that had been sent by currier hadn't arrived by some chance. "Hello?" He asks as he enters. "I am Sleeth Uzama, of the Ridician fifth house." He announces, not wanting to come by as a random intruder.