Zane looked around at all the manner of people and things in the dining hall as he was dragged through it. Suddenly he over heard what Charlize had been saying to the Headmistress...THE HEADMISTRESS of all people. If he would have had a drink in his hands or swallowing something he either would have chocked or sit what was ever in his mouth out and into the crowd. Frankly that was the last thing he needed with the entrance he had already given this morning. As soon as Charlize and the head mistress had let go of him he shot off like a bullet destined for its target and wouldn't miss its mark. Breakfast food! He was indeed in heave now...or some version of a really good hell. He grabbed a plate and stacked it full with all kinds of things. Somethings he wasn't sure if it could be eaten but he was damn sure going to try. Finally had grabbed a mug of tea and sat down with Charlize. "Umm so I take it you are a human with mechanical workings correct?" Not the best way to get to know someone but he had to ask sense he had before assumed she was some sort of A.I. with made flesh but it seemed to be the other way around. He then noticed up at the Teachers table that there was a strange man looking thing with pointy ears that had popped in out of no where. Turning back to his food and he began to eat and kinda messily too. He wanted to apologize to Charlize but couldn't stop eating. As he ate he waited for his answer from her. Not knowing if she would storm off, smack him, or simply answer his question.

Swallowing another bite of her soggy pastry, she scooted over to make room for Zane next to her at the faculty table. She wondered if Issabella had plans to make this a daily occurrence or if she was just being extra friendly the first couple days of school. Charlize had no intent to seem like a "teacher's pet" nor a "special snowflake" this early on in the year, she had it hard enough to stay low key as it was.

"Umm so I take it you are a human with mechanical workings correct?"

Zane's voice drifted through her ear as she sipped her tea. "Correct." she cooed, after the warm substance fled down her throat. She put her mug down with a small clink. "Consider me a mixture of Frankenstein's monster, a wall clock, and a one of the Olson twins." she giggled, her hand raising and covering her pale lips as she did. "Are you always so frank with your questions snow bunny?" the girl teased, taking another bite of her pastry, this time opting for the dry route.

"Who here missed me~?"

Charlize cocked her head towards the bottom of the table and her gasp quickly followed after. "Him...!" she thought remembering the events of this morning. Oh, how she begged he would not bring it up in front of everyone. It would be just her luck to put into detention or worse yet suspended or expelled. Her legs closed tightly under the table in case the teacher had any bright ideas. Thankfully another teacher seemed to have grabbed the attention of the guy for now.

"How boring." Yakumo said with disappointment in his eyes as he watched his lion ripping apart hell hound. He quickly took his bag, completely ignoring imp that he get during lesson. As he was getting out of the class, he made his feral servant disappear. As he left classroom his imp jumped out of his desk and followed him in a safe distance.

I calm down after his little battle Yakumo went outside the school building for a quick walk. As he wandered aimlessly trough the forest around castle he noticed a figure in the distance. Out of his own curiosity he decided to follow it. Yakumo decided to cast a invisibility spell (what caused that his Imp lost him for a while) to make more careful observation without being noticed. After a while he was sure that he was following a humanoid creature that appeared to be female human, but after a first day of school he already learned that you cannot tell somebody race just by looking at what they appear to be.

As person he followed went into a school, he also entered it. After that he also followed her into cafeteria. As she stood in the entrance, Yakumo decided that playtime is over for now and revealed himself. "You know you wont get anywhere by just standing here? Also I must say it's really irresponsible for you to leave your things around."

Kayleb looked up from his almost eaten breakfast, hunger partially satiated. He saw that the guy in the punch had come out and revealed his pointy ears.
'Who here missed me?' The elf said mischievously. He'd drawn the attention of some teachers and the new boy who'd been led around by the girl who was sitting next to him. That said, they were sitting at a faculty table even though they looked like students. Kayleb looked around again and the white girl stood there still, bewildered. Well, time to get friendly with a new person. Kayleb thought. Though he wasn't exactly more well acquainted with the situation, it looked like he was more comfortable in it than she was. Leaving his plate empty, Kayleb walked to the breakfast table looking for a cup of warm milk. Fortunately, he actually found a convenient cup of steaming milk. He conjured his special cocoa powder and added some to the milk. He added a he pinched from a cake marshmallow for sweetness and dusted some cinnamon from a cinnamon donut. He then got a cup of orange juice for himself. This should make for a good first impression. She probably came in from the snow and Kayleb himself had been pretty cold when he first came in. This should warm her up some. He turned around and saw a guy was behind her, probably with the intention to grab her attention. Is that what passed as a greeting? Kayleb shrugged, a little sad that he couldn't use his well prepared hot chocolate. He stored it in his pocket dimension for later and took a glass of cold milk instead. he was probably full enough to stand up straight until lunch which was always good. He regretted missing the chance to meet a fellow late student, but he wasn't one to dwell on the past. His breakfast completed, he had no idea where to go. Fortunately, some people were already finishing their breakfasts and heading to their classes. I'll just go up to a teacher and see what's happening with me. Kayleb thought.

Zane had devoured most of the plate when she had spoke again. Not that she had waited long but he was shoveling food in him like he was breathing air. Finally he broke enough to answer her. "Sorry if it offended you but i saw you being direct with others and assumed that directness would be the way to go with you." He then sat back in his chair and took a long drink and caught her gazing at the same teacher he had seen. The look on her face strange so he blurted out to her. "So that guy...I get a strange vibe from him. You also seem to have an...issue with him?" He asked hesitantly.

"Offend me?" she snickered, shaking her head a little. "I'm not too easily offended on my good days. Headmistress Issabella and I have made quite the connection over the years, she's taken me as almost like.." she paused, "Like a daughter." she offered the boy a small smile as she gazed upon his plate. He must have been more hungry than she thought. Charlize had finished her pastry and most of her tea when Zane asked her why she was so distraught about the teacher.

"Oh." she spoke nervously, looking around at the faculty by her. She hushed her voice and pressed close to him, her lips inches from his ear, "I'll save that story for our next class." she said, leaning back away from him as quickly as she had came. "Right? Ahaha! This tea is delicious!" she changed the subject rapidly as not to be suspicious to the prying ear or eye.

She cared not if the boy chose to to play along, but she hoped he wasn't the aggressive type. Her nimble fingers played with the crumbs on the table spread while her thoughts flew elsewhere. Catching site of the girl in the doorway, she couldn't help but smile. The girl had a very similar jacket to Charlize, but the girl's looked more crisp and clean. Obviously made by someone who knew what they were doing versus the hack job the little robot girl did.

Noémie jolted a little as Yakumo approached her, fingertips lowering from her mouth to her chest to calm her frantic heart. She smiled peacefully at the man beside her - albiet she was quite unsure how he managed to just sneak up on her like that...perhaps because Noémie herself was too busy staring in awe at the school. "P-Parlez-vous--...ah, erh, English? Okay, I will speak English."("D-do you speak--") stammered the lady, looking more than a little flustered by Yakumo's rude greeting, and equally as offended, as her white brows creased together in indignation.

"I just got 'ere, so...have not had much time to put away my objects." replied Noémie. There was a distinct, heavy French accent which explained the strange conversational pattern - but the way she spoke was quite intriguing. Each syllable and word seemed to trail up and down passionately, emotion punctuating each and every sentence. It was something that was easier to listen to than, for example, the monotonous drone of Synn.

Her black gaze slipped to the students again; she noticed a few of the students looking at her. Cheerily, she met their curious gazes with a polite little smile and bow of her head; the mannerisms in her silent greetings seemed to echo that of a porcelain doll more than a human, in terms of fragility and grace. The word 'delicate' seemed to echo in most of her actions, movements and looks; everything aside from her speech, which was powerful and self-assured (despite the language barrier.)

"My name is Noémie, Monsieur. And you are...?" asked Noémie curiously, focusing her darkened irises curiously onto Yakumo himself. He seemed to be the anti-thesis of Noémie - bright, colourful and not at all polite, almost head-strong to the point of arrogance. It would be very interesting indeed if the pair of them became friends, and Noémie didn't want to make enemies in this place...

"Nice to meet you Monsieur. I'm ... I'm ... What was my name again? I got it written down somewhere..." It was really hard to tell if he tied to mock her or he was serious. Yakumo quickly opened his bag and looked into some kind of notebook. "Ah here! My name is... Ya-ku-mo? Yes, it's Yakumo! Nice to meet you. But still I would suggest to move. You are in the entrance and soon people will try to leave trough here. And you will be in their way. Also you should probably eat something before next class start?" He put muffin out of his bag and started to eat it.

A soft 10 minut warning bell sounded off in the halls. It did not mean that breakfast was over, but more so that it would be in 10 minuts, and the students would be expected in their next class within 20.

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(Reserved space. Ill add somethig here soon. Im going to give someone a mission, i just dont know who yet. Could people post in OOC if you want a mission?)

Laying on his back under the table, Dodo grinned up at the other teacher just as the bell rung out, paying no mind as his bright red eyed growing brightly. The sticky red liquid started to flow off of his body and the floor, collecting into a fluid orb hanging a few inches over his mouth...and after a moment of consideration of what he craved, compressed into a small single piece of hard candy, dropping into his mouth before his fit of giggles as he rolled the fruit punch candy around in his mouth.

Reaching a now pristine hand up at the other for a handshake, Dodo battled his eyelashes and gave his a saucy pout, "Oh, Al~! You already know I got your name, but all the same..." Waving his hand in a circle, and whatever was on the man's plate was replaced by a live, firebreathing catfish, "My title is grand and mighty emperor of the machine elves, but you may call me by my complex name, Dodo!"

Zane finished everything off as she spoke but then she got close to his ear and spoke. He stopped suddenly and listened and felt her near him. He hadn't had someone close to him like this in a long time but it ended as she went back in her seat. He laughed with her and played along. Something was going on...and it had to do with that person at the teachers table.

A bell sounded and he wondered what it was and then saw other students getting up and through plates and food into an area. Maybe that is where people would be picking the dishes up to be washed. He got up and took his plate over and sat it down. He looked about the room again and went to sit next to Charlize again. "So when will I get to see my room or do I sleep out in the snow? Do we have time before class to find out about it?" Again with the questions. He had also wondered what the bell was for but he figured it meant get you asses ready for the next class or something.

Well. Alphonse thought. This new job promises to be... Interesting.

This serial killer/self proclaimed emperor Dodo was most certainly a curious character. He'd often seen this kind of personality in his travels, but never in someone with his degree of supernatural powers. And he most certainly hadn't seen emperors like him, except for the ones that 'claimed' their thrones, most often from the corpses of their dead brethren.

Perhaps that was the case with this emperor. Either way, he had been given a greeting and following the mannerisms he had become accustomed to, he couldn't ignore a greeting from an individual he was trying to acquaint himself with.

He also couldn't ignore the fact that there was a live fire breathing catfish on his plate, which he should probably deal with. In addition to that, the bell had already gone and the students were starting to leave breakfast, presumably to head to their classes. He should probably go and find his rooms and organize his first lesson before his class started.

First impressions are incredibly important, He mused. So let's make this a good one shall we?

He sat up a little in his chair.

"Considering that you already know my name, you may call me whatever you wish." He started. "However..."

In one fluid motion, he loosed his blade from his cane, quickly slashing the blade upwards with his right hand; cutting the table, his plate and the catfish neatly in half. Then, he flipped his point downwards, and he kicked the sheath his cane blade upwards with his feet. As it fell, he stood up from his seat and plunged his blade back into its sheath. His cane, now whole again, hit the ground the ground with a solid clunk.

"I would prefer it if you called me Alphonse." He finished as he bent down slightly to grasp the emperor's outstretched hand. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."
He shook the emperor's hand firmly and left the dining hall to go find his rooms.

The warning bell rang out and Charlize tipped her mug over on to a plate that was getting passed by from one of the teachers. She nodded towards them, smiling, as a sort of thank you for their service. Before she was able to get up, Zane came and sat back down next to her, she gave a dry laugh, "Don't get too comfortable, that bell means it's time to get a move on."

"So when will I get to see my room or do I sleep out in the snow? Do we have time before class to find out about it?" Zane asked

Running her hand through her hair, she tousled the greyish white hairs that fell out of her pony tail away from her face, "I'm not sure where you will be rooming tonight, I got the pleasure to sleep alone for the most part last night." she began to stand up out of her chair, "Yeah, if we hurry we can go see the listing's for dorms in the main hall."

Charli got up, taking her jacket and adorning it on her petite body. She smiled at Zane. Offering the leading way as she walked towards the lift to go down onto the main dining floor. As they reached the bottom she began walking towards the exit, knowing that the next class was quite far from the dining room, and if they were to make a pit stop- they would need to haul ass to do so.

Reaching the doorway, Charlize took the chance to speak to the girl who had caught her eye. "I love your jacket!" she nodded, giving a wink. Besides the color and the quality of the jacket, they were identical. "Might have to trade you sometime." she joked, not taking too much time to speak to the girl, but acknowledged her none the less.

"Come on snow bunny, you better hurry up or you really will be outside tonight."

Noémie glanced around the hall, worryingly. Breakfast was finishing up?! But she had not even started eating anything yet...Noémie quickly stammered a "Goodbye monsieur!" as she stumbled through the crowd towards the breakfast bar, until a shock of white hair stopped her dead. The girl was wearing the same type of duffle-coat as Noémie, only slightly scruffier and less well-made. It took Noémie a moment to realise that the other lady's hair was not white, but grey, and to register that she was receiving a compliment about the coat. With a flash of a smile - with brilliantly white...fangs...Noémie also acknowledged the other woman with an automatic "Merci, madame!" as she rushed towards the clearing buffet table.

Her eyes quickly scanned the food table in dismay; there was very little to do with meat on the arrange of mostly-eaten breakfast foods. She scavenged herself a plate and found a few strips of cold bacon and five slices of ham to eat, and didn't really have time to sit down and eat it all so she just picked it up and devoured it on her way to the plate removal area. Her first day was hardly going so well; lost, alone, and hardly any breakfast along with a grand total of two acquaintances, one of which was quite rude to her. Noémie joined the parting crowd, uncertainly, not knowing where she was going for sure. As for her trunk and boots, well, they could remain at the entrance until she had a reason to move them. She didn't have anything worth stealing from there anyway.

As she pushed, and was pushed, through the throng of people she subconsciously looked for the one person who has been kinder to her than the other students. Of course, it wasn't that hard to find another person with white hair in such a crowd, right?

Charlize had informed him that it was the bell to indeed get your ass moving. She also got up and put on her jacket so he followed quickly. She then acknowledged the girl wearing a similar jacket. Noticing the girl too he nodded to her wondering why she was here and it she was some sort of hidden mutant or had some special power of some kind.

Charlize had sounded like a total valley girl telling the girl they might have to trade jackets and then proceeding to call him snow bunny.... That's it. The name was stuck with him. All chances of getting to know people flew out the door especially of the girlfriend type nature if he so desired to ever get into. Yep all chances gone. Well at least he would get to see his room and maybe find out who his room mate would be.

Catching up to Charlize wasn't to easy but he managed it. "So I guess you lead the way then." He said as he rolled his eyes again thinking about the nick name she had given him.

Collaboration: Soren & MissCapnCrunch

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Weaving through the crowd Charlize looked over her shoulder only briefly to make sure Zane was behind her as well as catch his rolling eyes, and his snarky remarked. She slowed her pace only slightly so they would be traveling next to one another, "You know, if you do that enough, your face might get stuck that way." she teased, nudging him with her arm playfully, as they continued down the corridor towards the large dorm assignment posting.

Following her through out the crowd of people he almost lost her again but she finally slowed to get next to him. Her comment was warranted but so was his. "OH yeah well maybe you like it that way." He teased back as he nudged her back as well. "So this is a pretty big place must have lots of dorms." Suddenly it struck him. he had no clothes to were besides what he was already wearing. Well shit he thought. Maybe someone would have some or there might be somewhere to buy them OR maybe someone could just conjure him up some since that seemed to be a thing here.

"I don't like your face as it is now." she said, trying not to laugh. "Anything worse, and they might have you escorted off the grounds." she laughed proudly at her own sense of humor.

Nodding, she answered Zane's question, "Yes, this place has quite a few dorms, but most people have two and sometimes even three room mates. Thankfully, I've been terribly lucky and never have received one. That is, besides my first year where I bunked with several other girls, but things have changed a bit since then." Charlize lead Zane towards the long script of room numbers and names that were listed next to it.
The list was constantly changing information as students came, left, and came to their demise. It was a very confusing system, but it seemed to work well enough.

"See, my room is right..." she paused, her eyes shifting left and forth until she found her name. "there!" she exclaimed pointing towards her name in large letters. Upon her discovery, she noticed it changing, adding two more names to the list under hers. Her mouth opened in mix between anger and excitement. The names listed:

Zane and Noémie.

Zane's jaw dropped. No way. Really? There has to be some mistake. He was rooming with not just one but two women!? How could this be!? Was this place coed!? He almost wanted to faint but decided that would be very rude to say none the least. He then took a look at Chalize's face. "Umm im sorry is it a bad thing that I am your room mate?" He said as he was still wondering that in the hell he was going to do with two women that were to be his room mates. :I mean I can ask for a transfer if you like?" He said as he still couldn't believe all of this.

Her pale lip closed tightly as she turned her head to look at Zane. "It's not a bad thing.. I just," she pouted immaturely, thinking of the glorious double bed she had made for herself, the opportunity to sleep in the nude.. all was gone. "I just didn't expect company was all." she tried to put a smile on, wondering who this other person was that was to room with them.

"You don't have to transfer if you don't want to. I don't mind." she stated, looking up at one of the clocks that littered the grand main building. "No time for that now anyways, we have to get to class!" she exclaimed, turning on her heel and flocking with the sea of students that were heading all directions. Charlize had no intentions on being tardy once again today.

Zane saw her pout and it was cute. He wondered why else she might not have wanted room mates but that was a thought for another day apperently. Zoom! Again she took off. At this rate he would burn off all the breakfast he ate. Finally he got close to her in the crowd of people again. "Well since we are room mates and it is my first day I am going to stick with you so where ever your next class is I will follow." He sounded kinda like a stalker but it was the only way to get to see the place he guessed.

Kayleb was about to ask the nearest teacher for directions and dorm arrangements when the a bell rang and a torrent of students came thundering down. Dodging the brunt of the living river by a hair's breadth, Kayleb barely managed to get his own plate but was picked up by the current and shuttled towards the washing area. Kayleb managed to stagger out of the crowd and saw that the white haired girl was there as well. She had a plate of cold meat, doubtlessly the scraps of the day's breakfast. It must be unfortunate to be late for breakfast. Kayleb reflected as he watched the torrent of students go by.
No kidding. Saydie said to him.
Kayleb felt bad for a new student to miss out on a warm breakfast because he knew more than many the comfort warm food brought. Which reminded him of the drink he'd made especially for the white haired girl, and such an ample opportunity to give it to her. He summoned it again, still steaming (conveniently). He tapped her lightly on the shoulder and said 'Here.' Offering the cup of hot chocolate. 'Would you like some?'

Alastair had been stressed with finding the demon that ha killed that girl so he was surprised to find out he was going to be teaching a class soon he sat at his desk and looked at the body, "this will make for a perfect assignment!" Keeping the body covered he waited for students to arrive so he could give the introduction.

5 Minut Warnig Bell

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Synn was the first one in Alastairs class. He remembered how the night before, just after seeing the body THIS teacher showed up. Seeing the covered body on the desk was enough to make him believe it was the girl he saw in the restroom. Under his mask, Synn gave an eerie grin, and aproached the teacher's desk. At the last moment, he took a seat closest to the teacher, and let his emotionless eyes rest upon them, burrowing into them slowly. Well, now they could become aquainted, since Synn new the teacher saw him leaving the crime scene.

The way Synn sat, was just too perfect and cheeky. He obviously wasnt a teachers pet, and he had a fishy demeaner about him, that almost CHALLENGED the teacher to question him. What was it about Synn, that everything he did could be taken as a challenge? Even just sitting in class in his Jimber robes, without any of the equipment seemed to be a challenge of sorts. Furthermore, Synn somehow made things obvious. For example, right now, it was obvious that Synn knew who was under the cover, however his body language was just as dull and expressionless as always, and he had not flat out announced that he knew about this body. Normally, it would take several long minuts of readig sombodies body language to collect the same information that one collected from Synn instantly.

Noémie was starting to feel the strain of a bad day settle in upon her shoulders, as her fingers clasped at the clammy buttons on her coat like a lifeline. She took a deep, consoling breath in a vain attempt to push past the grumpy, irritable thoughts that were beginning to creep to the front of her mind-- just as something tapped her lightly on her shoulder.

With a little jolt, a sheet of white hair and a sharp intake of breath, Noémie spun around to see just what was about to be thrown at her. Naturally, she looked quite surprised and curious as another white-haired student stood in front of her, wearing a rabbit-eared hoodie and grey tracksuit trousers. Noémie's eyes shone with some sort of faint kinship; which only increased as she was offered some warm hot chocolate which looked not only very unhealthy but also absolutely and utterly mouth-watering. Delicately, as if handling a crystal glass, she accepted the cup with a gracious smile and a faint nod. "Merci, monsieur...!" she murmured in her melodic voice.

"Vous êtes une sirène aussi?"(Are you a siren too?) asked Noémie hopefully. "En fait, vous ne pouvez pas probablement parler le français comme moi..."(Actually, you probably can't speak french like me...) continued Noémie, sounding a bit dismayed. Eventually, Noémie inquired hesitantly, "E-...English?" after figuring out that perhaps it's the default language around the school. She held onto the steaming mug securely, as the crowd of students parted in the white-haired duo's wake.