“No I don’t wanna kill anybody.” David shook his head at the three ladies. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I won’t throw stuff again!” He'd messed up bad......shouldn't of done that, Junior was totally wrong.

David looked at Remliel. "I'm sorry I throw the bus short angry leprechaun woman, I promise not to throw stuff unless I'm told again and I won't steal your lucky charms."

David blinked at Hikaru several times, uh oh.....Junior was making not so nice dog growls at her.

He barred his teeth at her. "Shut up you stupid cow!" He snapped at her. "Or I'll show you what a real schizo looks like when I split your fucking brain with my teeth."

David coughed after lashing out viciously at the girl who'd insulted him.

He made a disgusted face.

"Sorry about that." He apologized. "Junior's got a harsh sense of humor but he was just joking with you."

She rolled her eyes at the girl's question. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction of even answering her. Finley snorted in disbelief and looked back at David before letting go of his bicep to walk right past the girls. She focused on the crushed metal and levitated the bus off the ground. She moved it through the air steadily and set it back down in it's crumpled mess away from everyone. Finley tightened her grip on her leather bag and walked into the school building- her knuckles turning white from the hard grip she had on the leather strapped over her shoulders.

What kind of insult was that? Wondered Hikaru

"I have the slight feeling this guy will burn something down and claims his imaginary friend told him to." mumbled to herself

She scratched her head and then produced a small chocolate bar from her bag, she threw it to the boy.

"Here, calm down and tell your friend Junior to kindly shut the fuck up."

I looked over at the four arguing with each other... I knew I couldn't do anything to calm them down... but... those three could be injured, I mean... did the bus driver get off in time? If he didn't, there's a great chance he could have gotten hurt, and the two that were fighting were definitely injured horribly. I rushed downstairs, dragging my luggage behind me, my unstrung bow grasped in my free hand, and my archery bag slung around my shoulder, still open. I tried to ascertain the condition of the two women that had transformed and the bus driver.

Breathing heavily, the bus driver stumbled out of the crashed bus. He looked around momentarily, before his mortified expression turned to one of joy!

"Yes! Fuck you, bus! Now I have an excuse to quit!" He yelled, walking off "Time to go pursue my novelist career."

"Well what the fuck was that?" Mikkish yelled, rushing up to the girls who were hit. They had both turned back into their human forms, and lay horribly injured.

But before Mikkish, Joe, or anyone else could really get a look at them, men who looked to be doctors or at least have some medical profession pushed past everyone and started telling everyone to back off. This went on until there was a good sized gap between the medics and the crowds of students.

"Ya know man, you really ought to quite making up excuses about some 'voice in your head.' You cost me money!" Mikkish snapped at David, as the student who was handling the money for the wagers was now nowhere in sight.

"Alright! Everyone inside! Everyone inside now!" A tall man, part of the staff of the school yelled.

Mikkish sighed angrily. 'Damn 15 bucks well spent.' He thought, before walking off to the school building.

I blinked a few times as I watched the bus driver get up and walk away. "Well... I guess it ended well for him..." I thought. I reluctantly backed away when the paramedics arrived and flinched when a member of the school's staff yelled at us. "Well... first day and I've already made a bad impression on someone." I thought. I placed my bow back into its case and zipped it up, then grabbed my suitcase and walked inside.

Finley walked through the building, eyeing everything in sight as of she was studying it for an exam. She touched the walls and looked down at the floors. A part of her wishes to take a picture of the beautiful interior, but Finley no longer possessed a camera- she was forced to sell it to earn more money for travel fees coming here. She felt bad for poor David, even of he did do something completely wrong. She remembered their conversation on the bus- he was kind hearted, just a very, very confused male. Finley ran a hand height her short raven hair and slowly took steps forward, tuning her attention back toward taking in her surroundings.

They were brought in so as not to be in the medic's way. Other than that, they were free to do as they wished. Mikkish' first incentive was to go up to the counter and get his room number so he could put all his luggage away.

"Hey, my name is Mikkish Callanhad. I am here to get my room number." Mikkish said
A few minutes later, he was assigned room number 302 in the campus dorms, which he had not seen yet.

"Alright, now where do I register for classes?" Mikkish asked the woman at the counter.
"You can talk to a counselor first if you want." The lady asked
"Like I want to go through all that. I have a pretty good idea of what classes I want."
"Alright, well..." The woman typed on her keyboard, focused on a computer screen that was turned away from Mikkish. "How many classes would you like to take, because there are five that are mandatory for any student."
"I will go ahead and do...I dunno, I will just do those five and get em over with."

After a few more minutes, Mikkish had his schedule. Intro to Magical Studies, Intro to Soul Studies, Sparring, Biology & Applied Magic (both one class) and Basic Zoology were the required classes, as well as the classes on Mikkish' schedule. Classes wouldn't start for a couple days so Mikkish had time to get familiar with the island...and maybe meet some ladies.

after getting his schedule for mandatory classes and his assigned dorm, room 302, Leon grabbed a list of other classes to look over them later, for now he went strait to the room. When he got there he put his rapier and pistol down on a desk and laid back on his bunk, seeing four other bunks he guessed there was going to be four other students assigned to this room with him.

Mikkish then immediately marched to the dorm building, across a paved path which cut through a courtyard where students were hanging around, studying, chatting, and one guy was even practicing pickup routines.

The actual dorm building looked amazing from the outside. It looked more like an old mansion than a simple dorm building. It stood 4 stories tall, not including any basement, and was southern style.

When Mikkish made his way up to his room, however, he saw the place wasn't too roomy. Two bunk beds stood, crammed into a little room with two dressers also packed in, leaving only enough room to in between the bunk beds and between the dressers and bunk beds. And a guy from the trip here had already taken a bed.

"Oh, wassup, Leon?" Mikkish asked, kind of disappointed in the cramped up space. The trailer he used to live in was...well, a fucking trailer in a fucking trailer park full of druggies and "gangsta" wannabes, but at least it had more room than this.

Of course, Mikkish quickly forgot about that when he saw a gun sitting on the table.

"Dude!" Mikkish said, picking up the revolver "This yours?" He said, cocking it. He loved guns, though he was never formally trained with them.

"301, 301..." Erin said to herself as she walked down the hall towards the dorm rooms. "Here it is" she said when she reached the door and walked in, quickly noting the other beds. After she picked her bed she got to putting her clothes that she had bought away in the dresser by her bed. When Erin finished putting stuff away she sat down and continued reading her book while holding her rabbit in her lap.

Hearing someone enter the room, Leon sat up and saw mikkish "oh...hi mikkish" he said, when mikkish picked up his gun and asked about it he responded "yeah, that's mine, careful it's still loaded" he leaned back on his arms "know how to use one?"

Mikkish spun the gun around like he saw in some cowboy flicks "Of course I know how t-"

BANG

A bullet went crashing through the window, the only one in the room, shattering it.

Remliel huffed as she watched everyone leave. It looked like that fracas was over.

"Aah, whatever. Now what was I supposed to be doing again?" she asked herself. "Right, schedule and room number."

Hefting the nearly two ton weights over her shoulders along with her bag, Remliel proceeded to the counter to get her necessities. Afterwards she made her way up to her room. As soon as she got there, she pulled out her key to open it only to realize it was already opened. Oh goody, it looks like my roommates are already here, she thought.

@The ghost in black

Remliel swung the door with enough force to cause it to bang loudly against the wall.

"Heeelllloooooo~ roomy!" she announced cheerfully. She glanced at the only person in the room, Erin, and grinned. "Hey there, looks like we'll be roommates from now on, nice to meet ya~"

@TheHangedMan

Eris jumped at the sound of the door banging open and had almost pulled out her gun but refrained from doing so when she saw who it was. "Hi..." Erin said before she stood up and slowly walked over to the girl who had just entered and held out her hand, "my name is Erin, what's yours?" She said quietly.

Remliel set down her things, the combined weight of which caused the floor to shudder in protest. Remliel stared at it with concern.

"Crap, I hope this thing is sturdier than it sounds," she commented. Turning to Erin, she grasped her hand and shook it firmly, though her grip was stronger than the average person, so it may have hurt a bit. "It's nice to meet ya! I'm Remliel. Here's to seeing if we can be friends!"

Erin winced a bit at the strong grip Remliel had on her hand, "yes, I hope we can be good friends" Erin said as she slipped her hand out of the handshake, looked down at the floor, and stepped back from the area where Remliel had put her stuff down sitting back down on the bottom bunk of the bed holding her rabbit in her lap and started playing with its ears, flipping them up and down to the sounds of nothing. While she was doing this she heard another BANG that sounded like it came from the room next door.

David had been outside on account of the confusion of his room number, they seem all seemed to have gotten one but he’d somehow gotten turned around.

“You’re in room 302.” David heard Junior the sword sigh. “It says it right there on the sheet.”
“Yeeeeeeah.” David said running a hand through his hair. “But where could it be?”

“You might want to start by checking the building in front of you.” Junior pointed out with a groaned.

“So you’re saying the building in front of me?”

“Yes.”

“That one.” David pointed.

“I fucking hate y-“But before Junior could let a vulgar retort fly from its currently nonexistent lips, the demon’s sharp senses picked up on something.

“Incoming danger!” He shouted. “Move! Now!”

David’s eyes shifted around.

Danger?

That’s the thing that normally hurts, right?

He gave a large childlike grin at his new fellow students and chirping birds. "I think you're wrong buddy.....everything seems pretty okiedoki-" Much like Junior did, David stopped midsentence.

Though this was mainly due to a bullet smashing into his skull after flying through the window of the dorm rooms they'd been arguing about, David's head snapped back.

The blue haired simpleton collapsed on to the now somewhat blood painted grass unmoving.

Leon threw his arms over his head as the gun went off, he looked back up after a second seeing that the window was shattered and turned to mikkish.

Her eyes glanced over the sheet of paper she held in her hand. She figured she would have a roommate, but three roommates? She hoped these rooms were bigger than they appeared to be. Her footsteps were long and rythmatic as she tread down the hallway that her room was suppose to be on- 301. Just as she reached for the doorknob a loud gun shot went off in the adjacent room. Finley walked to the door of room 302. She pressed her ear to the door, trying to hear if someone had been hurt.

She picked up her closed fist and gently knocked on the door. "Is- uhh- everyone okay?" she asked through the closed door to whomever may be inside. That was probably a dumb idea- knocking on a strange person's door whom obviously had a gun and ammunition. She decided being prepared for a fight might be a smart idea, in case the gun was pointed in her direction next. The blue flames took over her clentched fists as she stood back from the door silently.