Jargon dragged himself out of bed, yawned, quickly preparing for the day ahead. He walked out of the room, quickly sharpening his claws as he headed to his first class. Elite survival.

He walked into James's classroom, looking around briefly. He nodded silently to James then went and sat down at one of the desks, struggling to get into it properly. He couldn't. So he sat sideways, his tail curled under the table. He said to James," I mean no disrespect by my sitting habits. But due to my tail I can't sit comfortably in a chair the normal way. I'm sure you can understand why I take this class. My size puts me at a disadvantage to most. I want to learn how to turn that around." He offered a breif nod then went to studing the flask in front of him, but was not foolish enough to start drinking it, or even touching it for that matter.

KingOfKings said
Hotarubi pouted cutely, "i see..."she said and took a sweet and delicately put it in her mouth, she smiled as soon as she felt the taste in her mouth and looked at Dalila "well, what do you want to know? you said my name? i think that in your lenguage it would mean "firefly light"," she said with a huge smile,

"Ugh, I just want your name and place of origin, not your whole backstory and 'fun facts' about yourself." Delila shook her head and started to walk off, she didn't want to waste anymore times. She came here to learn, not chit-chat with a Japanese anime character.

"well, im come from japan, you know what it is? its a huge island in the other side of the world" she said and followed Dalila with her hands behind her back holding the wooden box
"you and that girl from last night come from the same place?"

Isaac's eyes snapped open, and then half shut again.....ugh, not only had he eaten too much last night, it would appear that he had drunk too much as well, he continued to lie on his bed, doing nothing, until he felt the sun begin to rise over him and warm his face, then, and only then, did he get up. He sat on his bed, rubbing his face and looking at his surroundings, it would appear that most of his bunkmates were still asleep, good, he liked having a little bit of time in the morning to himself. Getting up and splashing some water on his face he looked at the mirror and smiled, it was the beginning of the end of his time at the academy, the first day of his last year here, as a student anyway, he had taken some time to think about the future but that's not what today was about, today was about new beginnings, and old endings, about making friends and getting back into the swing of things. He jumped as he heard the bells ringing in the tower.......uuuuugggghhhhh he'd forgotten why he hated drinking so much, it was because of those stupid bells, with their loud, seemingly eternal booming were the bane of his existence when he woke up with a hangover. He downed a couple of gallons of water, as was tradition, and it seemed to make it better, as it always had. He counted the booms, three......four.....five.....six....seven, seven bells it was then. He smiled into the mirror and put on his clothes, a simple shirt and pants, made of tough stuff but still enough for him to move around in, He didn't like putting on his armor unless he absolutely had to, it was dark and hot, and he was more of a nimble fighter than anything else, strapping his swords to his sides, his scimitars not his longswords, those he saved for parades and actual battles, and sometimes Ornstein's classes, but that was for a different reason. Isaac thought all this as he headed out for his first class of the school-year, Elite Battlefield Tactics.

On his way there Isaac passed the Elite Survival class, he noticed the Dragoid boy he had conversed with on the grounds the day before seemed to be studying something. Isaac then noticed that Professor James was running his usual start of the year gambit, the Vile Vials, as the seniors of the year before had dubbed it, Isaac wondered what would happen this year, and, reasoning that he had an hour or so until his actual class started, quietly slipped in to the class and stood in a corner by the door, hoping to catch a little of the action, and trying to put down the bad memories that he had from his own experiences with the class.

James looked up to see the Dragoid enter the class, and struggle with the chair. His size would indeed slow him down. For the dragoid especially, he would have to learn to depends upon his team mates when agility in tight spaces was required. If he could not even best a simple chair, then he had no chance on the Path of Needles, or the Aquatic Maze, both of which required one to be agile and quick in the tight confines of the test. Once it came down to these tests, it would not be his agility that would be tested, but his teamwork, and patience. Also, in the case of the maze, his lung capacity.
James said nothing, not even returning the nod. He should not prepare a future for those who might not even see the end of the day. While the Vile Vials were his first test, they were one of his most deadly, and he expected multiple deaths. He would let the students brush with death yet, and it would not be pretty. There was a reason teh confines of this room had been magically hardened - it would not do for the events that occurred here to spill out into the outside world, and should one of James' "pets" get out of control, those walls would be required to contain the beast.
Another student entered. The boy was Isaac, and he had quit the Survival Class fairly early on, although he had done well. Luckily, James had been able to teach Isaac quite a lot in the limited time he had been here, and it pleased James to see a slight shiver of nostalgia as the boy entered the classroom. He sat in the corner. Perhaps he wished to retake the first test? James had no objection to this - he was quite liberal about school times - and he could understand the reason, as last time Isaac had depended on another student in order to complete the test. Alternatively, the dragoid could be his reason of attendance, perhaps to try and help his friend. James briefly entertained the notion of love, but soon dispelled it. Quite probably he was simply sticking close to a friend.

As guy awoke, he held his head tight.
"what the crap did you do to me"
He wasn't used to the sun, he squinted and turned away, but still felt uncomfortable. Guy wasn't sure what to do now. He knew that coming here would help his in getting revenge, but he didn't understand. Guy barely knew what a knight was, and had a bad impression of them. He probably would just become a lowly foot soldier after he had do his duty.
"so now that this banquet this is over, what do we do?" he said, still holding his head.

"we got classes, or i least i have combat classes" he said while crossing his arms and added "the girl with the strange armor ws talking about joining as well, its your chance" he smiled and walked to the combat classes slowly, it was time to test his skills in battle

KingOfKings said
"well, im come from japan, you know what it is? its a huge island in the other side of the world" she said and followed Dalila with her hands behind her back holding the wooden box"you and that girl from last night come from the same place?"

"Uhuh... Iceland." Delila nodded her head slightly. She walked to the Survival Class with Hotarubi. "I'm Delila, her name was Rezubian." She glanced down at her and sighed, why must she linger around like an odor?

Beaux

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The rays of the sun woke him up. Blinded, he covered his eyes with his arm. "Guh... What time is it...?" he whispered when suddenly, bells rang. Counting them, there were seven bells. If he remembered correctly, that would mean it's seven o'clock. Yawning, he sat up on his bed and looked at the other bed. Someone was there, sleeping. Not wanting to disturb him, he quietly walked towards where the showers are.

After he was done taking a shower, he went to wear the clothes that he brought. Taking out some light clothes, he started to change, "There, done." he stood happily in front of the mirror. Then he felt a breeze. He felt cold. Looking at the mirror, he found the reason for feeling cold. His scarf is not there. Walking towards the dresser while hugging himself, he opened the first drawer. "There you are...!" Quickly, he wore it around his neck and finally felt warmer. Good thing that he managed to notice it before he went out. He didn't even notice it when he went inside the bathroom. Though, he uses hot water, so he probably didn't feel it because of that. Grabbing his bag and other things he might need, he went out of the dorm.

"Hah... I felt nervous all of a sudden." He thought he already gained his confidence back. Turns out he haven't completely got it yet. But it's just because he's new. Everyone could have been feeling that way too. Taking a deep breath, he ventured towards the school grounds.

Epiphany said
"Uhuh... Iceland." Delila nodded her head slightly. She walked to the Survival Class with Hotarubi. "I'm Delila, her name was Rezubian." She glanced down at her and sighed, why must she linger around like an odor?

Hotarubi looked at the door of the survival classess and smiled "well, i see you later, im going to join the combat classes" she said and walked slowy, her thoughts were just about Dalila and how hard it would be to be friends with her, once she found the room of the combat class she opened the door and bowed before entering.
"im here to join the class" she said to the teacher

Freija

How ridiculously irresponsible of me.

A certain elven teacher woke with a cranky demeanour and a loud moan to assert her presence too. Her head was killing. Too much to drink, that hadn't happened many times before but it still did happen often enough to make her no stranger to what a hangover felt like though she never seemed to get accustomed to it. Luckily, her elven origins allowed her recovery quicker than humans, but not nearly as fast as any other races particularly fond of alcohol. Struggling to even sit up, she rolled around a little, pulled the covers over her head and murmured indiscernible words and phrases to herself. Some about magic, some about wanting to go home, some about how early it is in the morning. After fumbling around to try and kill an alarm, realising the thrumming was coming from the church bells that rang seven times, she tried to count in her haze, and grab a glass of water from the desk beside her and take a swig, she finally sat up and looked around. She didn't remember even making it to her room in the middle of the night, but she was here, somehow. Magically? Naw. Someone, or a group of people, probably had to carry her here. Irresponsible, irresponsible. Especially for a teacher, needing to set an example!

"Mmh, I'll make it right today." she groaned as she got herself out of bed and downed some more water herself, unaware that in the students' dorms a building across, the lad from earlier she'd had a silent conversation with had done the same thing. And by the time she was done showering, thankful that the teachers' accommodation had much more to offer than the dorms, she'd felt a world of good. She checked her schedule whilst she brushed out her wet hair and let it fall over her shoulder, creating a light breeze in the palm of her hands to help it dry faster. There was a class to be taught in the morning, followed by another before a break of about 45 minutes long where students could retire to dorms, or feel free to explore the school grounds. She had very much planned on doing the latter, hearing of the riding facilities offered. Classes were about an hour long each so she'd be done soon. Lovely.

Donning her riding boots, a pair of cream breeches and a tunic in deep red, she put on her cloak and smirked a little at the contrast in colours. She looked quite multicoloured, to say the least, but it didn't bother her. She wore what she felt the most comfortable in. She knew it'd be an asset in a class scenario. Fixing up her hair in a bun held with some pins and putting the ring on, she grabbed her glasses and teaching material before making her way out the door, elven ears twitching and the blood warm in her cheeks at new promise. She found the class she was assigned and set her things down on the table. Mostly books, always books. She actually cracked one open and furiously scribbled down what she'd learnt and discerned of the undead man the day before. It was an interesting race indeed, she couldn't afford to forget anything. Knowledge was all power.

Setting up her material on her desk neatly and making sure everything was right, she'd never admit to minor OCD tendencies but they were very much there, she sat down in her seat with the rectangular frames resting on her nose as she thought up a warm greeting speech. She'd gotten everything else done with, the lesson plan, what not. Ease them into the course. But she hadn't planned on a greeting speech, and though she thought of scribbling it down, she knew it would be for naught. She just had to make one up, in her head, and hope it floated their boats.

Rezubian looked up from her deep thought and looked up to see Delila walking down the hall, and she got up and waved frantically. "DO YOU HAVE A BRUSH???" she yelled out to her as she ran over. "I slept on the floor and it got all messed up..." she huffed. She then noticed the other girl behind her and raised an eyebrow. She then saw that small box of candy and didn't hesitate to swipe a few. "Thank you" she muttered to the japanese girl as she watched her walk into her classroom. "Is she following you or do you want her around?" she asked Delila.

Beaux

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Opening up the parcel, a paper was revealed inside. It contained information about when and where the classes will be held. A list of courses, teachers, and the time was there. He had already thought of what class he would be taking yesterday though. "General Magic... Something like that, I believe..." he skimmed through the list, and finally found the elf's. Beaux took note of the time and place of her class, he's not ready to head there yet after all. Each student were told to attend at least four classes. Only three were remaining for him. Taking his skills into account, some fighting class would be nice. "Though, I can't really choose yet..." Deciding that he'll just go and pick later, he went inside the school building.

Other students were doing the same thing. Going around and deciding which would they be taking. "I wonder if Rhea's here too?" he haven't met her since yesterday near the dorms. He didn't see her in the banquet too. If she did come though, he must have missed her. "I guess I will just wander around." It'll still be nice to be with a friend, so he looked around the building while keeping an eye out for for his friend.

Sleeth looked up at the mention of combat classes. He didn't know where to go, and wasn't fond of talking to new people first. He stood, returning back to his state of towering over the remainder of people in the hall. He followed, though casually since he wasn't stalking. He just hoped it was the same combat class meant for him. It'd be awkward to be put in with a bunch of first years after all. "I'll have to see about testing for the elite classes. The first house wouldn't be satisfied if came back with a common warriors knowledge." He mutters to himself, looking up again when reaching the destination of the class.

K'shaar awoke. He stirred for a moment before sliding around and standing. He was mostly alone, par a few sleeping people. He clothed himself with his modified robes before throwing his hood over his head. He stretched his arms, legs and general body before leaving the dormitory. He looked around the area, a few people moved about towards the school while a few were just loitering. He began to make his way to his first class, general magic.

Talon was awake hours ago. He never could get a good nights rest. He sat on a treebranch watching everyone wake up and go about their new routines. He got bored after a while. He sighed before standing on the branch, walking across it and leaping onto the floor below him, rolling as to avoid any chance of injury or sprain. His first class was survival, oh joy.

James looked around. Three students. It seemed that some people were a little late.......... he was disappointed that Victor didn't make it, but he had already suspected the girl wouldn't be here. As such, the necessary arrangements were already in place. He had simply asked the other teachers to inform the girl that she had been poisoned, and that he had the only antidote. Possibly, she would try and cure herself in the limited time she had. If she failed, she'd be better dead for her stupidity, and if she succeeded, then that made her a valuable addition to the class.
"People, please drink from the vials in front of you. They are frost resistance potions. You will need them for the test we are about to embark on." James sat back and patiently waited for his pupils to obey him.

Guy jumped up and ran out of sight of xolou. He knew where he was gonna go, the class he wanted. But he was Embarrassed to tell his friend. Guy stood there looking at the door to a class of healing magic class. He knew he had no training as a healer, but he knew it would be helpful in battle.He didn't want anyone he knew to know he was in the class. He secretly always wanted to be a mage, but his father knew nothing of magic and shunned it from life. He would still be in combat training class, but he wanted this more. After a while he got tired of the door and kicked it in and slowly walked in. He knew he was already looking like an idiot, but he was going to have to get used to this, as he knew nothing of magic.

thewizardguy said
James looked around. Three students. It seemed that some people were a little late.......... he was disappointed that Victor didn't make it, but he had already suspected the girl wouldn't be here. As such, the necessary arrangements were already in place. He had simply asked the other teachers to inform the girl that she had been poisoned, and that he had the only antidote. Possibly, she would try and cure herself in the limited time she had. If she failed, she'd be better dead for her stupidity, and if she succeeded, then that made her a valuable addition to the class. "People, please drink from the vials in front of you. They are frost resistance potions. You will need them for the test we are about to embark on." James sat back and patiently waited for his pupils to obey him.

Hotarubi smiled whem the teacher informed her, "poisoned you say? im sorry, that is impossible due to my mithridatism. Even so, now i know some one tryes to kill me" she then pulled a paper from her pocket "i have some things to finsih, i haven't signed for the combat class yet"

Dahlia Hawthorne said
Rezubian looked up from her deep thought and looked up to see Delila walking down the hall, and she got up and waved frantically. "DO YOU HAVE A BRUSH???" she yelled out to her as she ran over. "I slept on the floor and it got all messed up..." she huffed. She then noticed the other girl behind her and raised an eyebrow. She then saw that small box of candy and didn't hesitate to swipe a few. "Thank you" she muttered to the japanese girl as she watched her walk into her classroom. "Is she following you or do you want her around?" she asked Delila.

"I'll tell you later, right now were just here to learn." Delila nudged Rezubian and pointed at the teacher, he began to give clear instructions on what to do. Before Delila drank it, she gave clear instructions to Rezubian; She was supposed to wait for Delila to drink hers before she decides to, just in case.
She thought of herself as a protective mother of Rezubian, and of course she took that role to heart.

Delila took Rezubian's vial and placed a droplet on her finger, she lapped it off and waited for the affects.

Jargon eyed the vial uneasily. He heard about how dangerous this class is, so he doubted that he would prevent them from being hurt. He grabbed the vial and took a drink from it, eyeing the liquid with in. He held his breath, waiting for some affect to happen, his eyes latched on Jacob's face.