He had not yet moved from his position atop the building, just watching the commotion of so many bodies in one area all trying to interact with seperate groups within the massive horde. Everyone seemed so full of life, excitement, and joy just from speaking with each other while awaiting their chance to enter the Prime District. Normally he would be down there, swirling through the throngs of people with a bright smile and his charismatic attitude. Yet his own nervousness had begun to set in and it took form in rooting him to the rooftop. He couldn't help but worry he wouldn't fit in, he was well aware his personality took some getting used to and he was sure more than a few had less than positive thoughts about him.

His face shifted to a more pensive one as these thoughts continued to whirlwind within his mind. He shook his head rapidly, trying to clear such doubts away. 'Come on man! Are you really going to start doubting yourself now of all times?! You have made it this far, this is the big stage! So get your ass up and do what you do best!'

After he finished his internal pep talk he jumped up with a new smile spread wide, balancing on the very edge of the roof. He knew that the only way to push through his nervousness was to jump right in. His eyes slid over the crowd once more, searching for Fizzy as he knew his friend would be fairly easy to spot. Just a moment later he found him, dropped into a sweeping bow before being pulled into the arms of a very attractive woman. Acron debated whether or not to interfere in the meeting, but judging from the pairs reaction to each other the woman must have been that little crush pen pal of Frizzy's. He figured he may as well give his trouble making friend a chance to shine before submitting the girl to his own charms.

With that avenue not longer available he decided that he may as well interact with as many people as possible before making his way to the actual entrance. It took just a moment for him to climb down the building, going unnoticed by most people simply due to the fact that they were too engrossed with their own activities.

The moment his feet hit the ground he took off towards the nearest group, who happened to be two young women on the ground along with one gentleman attempting to aid them in standing back up. It didn't take long to reach them and as soon as he did he flashed all three a bright smile while he stood beside the other man.

"Well I must say it appears that these two young ladies have already fallen for you! Way to go brother, gotta say I am a bit jealous you got to them first." He turned his head a bit to take in the appearance of the guy beside him before continuing. "Then again they might be the lucky ones, having such a strapping guy helping them." His voice faded again, one hand lifting to tap on his chin with the motion causing his open vest to sway a bit. He was so used to wearing it that he didn't even consider how people here may react to his mostly bare torso.

"Alright I have decided it, you and I are going to fight! Not now obviously, you are a bit occupied. We will work something out. Since you have things covered here I am heading off!" Just as abruptly as he had arrived he turned and took a few steps away from the group before stopping suddenly while looking back. "The names Acron by the way! I look forward to seeing you three again!"
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His introduction finished he took off again, running straight into the giant crowd of people. As soon as he hit the back of the group he began doing what he did best. He would place light touches, a brush against someone's arm or other similar actions, to get their attention before saying a quick compliment.

"You look great in that dress!"
"Damn you are built like an ox, it suits you!"
"If everyone is even half as beautiful as you I can't wait to start training!"

The entire time he never stopped moving, twirling around and running backwards as he said the compliment before straightening himself to interact with the next person. All the while he kept making his way closer to the Stewards.

Elemette, after apologizing, to the man, had heard him speak.

"What are you saying sorry for, I was the one who bumped in to you, I should have been paying more attention, I'm really sorry. Did anything of yours break? I'd be happy to replace it,"

"Ah," Elemette said in a quiet tone, "It's fine. Nothing of mine has broken." While things of hers had broken, Elemette didn't really want to bring any problems into the situation. To her, such a little white lie would make it a significantly easier scenario (for herself, especially).

"I'm Zephyr by the way, what's your name?"

Elemette paused for a moment and opened her mouth to speak, but before any words could come out, a third person entered the scene. They entered rather abruptly, colliding with into Zephyr who had collided with Elemette. It was as if it was some sort of opening to some kind of romantic comedy written on some kind of medium where many people collaborate on a single story. They had all fallen onto the ground. Together, they all sat on the ground, rather awkwardly.

"Hi, I don't think that I've met you, I'm Arcadia. What's your name?" The third party had inquired.

Elemette opened her mouth once more. "Er, I'm El-"

Before Elemette could actually say her name, the man had been stretching out an arm to assist her. It briefly stunned Elemette as she stopped speaking for a brief moment to process what was happening. Not before long passed, a fourth, almost half-naked, party ran up and spoke to them.

"Well I must say it appears that these two young ladies have already fallen for you! Way to go brother, gotta say I am a bit jealous you got to them first. Then again they might be the lucky ones, having such a strapping guy helping them."

Elemette softly blushed and looked away. This entire situation was overwhelming; what was supposed to be a simple orientation had turned out to be a cacophony of people falling over and random interjection. Well, at least he new man didn't fall on top of them. The club would have to wait a bit for new members, at least.

Once the fourth half-nude man ran off, Elemette began to process information once more. "I'm, er, Elemette..." She said exhaustively. So many things happening around her had already tired her out. Elemette picked herself off of the ground, regathering her things that had fallen onto the ground and placing them on her back once more.

"Well, now that we've all been acquainted and have thoroughly caused a scene, shall we go get ourselves signed in?"

"Ah... I suppose we should do what we came here for." She said whilst holding her bag tightly to her chest. She then walked back into the line, waiting for one of the stewards to be free for her to be processed.

@ScreenAcne"Who, me?" she giggled, winking at Balith. "Why aren't you just the charmer! No, I'm not in charge. But I can process you if you want." She held out her hands for his bags, and then tilted her head to the side thoughfully. "Orrrrr... I can get one of my supervisors?"

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@SilverDawn You shuffle over to the Stewards for inspection. The process goes down without a hitch - though it seems they don't even bother to check your hidden pouch, which is mysteriously not suspiciously clinking (though, you think, it very well should be, considering what is inside it. You yourself find this very suspicious.) If anything, they handle your baggage with delicacy and reverence for your class.

After they seem happy with your documents, they murmur a bashful apologies about having to look through your bags, ma'am, and hope you have a nice day, ma'am, though they don't bother with a bow, but a small headnod.

Next thing you know they've swished a long sleeved hand over the back of yours and a symbol has appeared there:


The masked Steward points you in the direction of the dorms and hands you a small slip containing some information about your room.

Tryll took a look around the Prime District Entrance. She saw the bustling crowds of potential students running around, talking to various people. She noted the different conversations she heard, a group of girls (typical hearts) were excited about what fashions they would wear for school, what cute boys and girls they'd see, or what they could ask the lower classes do. It ticked her off and she wanted to go over there and force them to do something they wouldn't like (they were of a lower number than her), but she decided against it. Instead, she wanted to get through this ordeal quickly and efficiently and move on so she could do what she came here to do.

She made her way through, avoiding any people who may have wanted to talk to her, though she doubted she knew anyone here. The only ones she would be somewhat happy to see were her cousin, Cady, or her friend, Maxwell. Other than that, she avoided sweeping hugs and curious glances as she made her way towards what looked like the Stewards.

She noticed a gruff looking man that was wearing the Prime District Guard armor. He was talking to a few students but seemed to be processing them at incredible speed. This was the man she wanted to talk to, obviously. She made her way over quickly and stood in front of the guard. She used her Heart status to slip by the Spades who were next, "Hello sir. Tryll Lumiere of the Augmenters, here for initiation. I trust this can go quickly, I'd rather not be out and about in this crowd for long."

While Alexander had addressed the older man, the young behemoth next to him was the one to respond. Grabbing his bag rather unexpectedly, Alex couldn't help but get a little disgruntled, to say the least. The brute of a man appeared to be a Club, probably of low ranking. But, if this was the initiation he had to go through to start his studies, he would have to handle it for know. He would put the giant in his place later.

He was surprised when the old man mentioned his ring. He had realized it was a Trinket of some sort when he had found it, but he hadn't known it was a form of Diamond magic. No wonder he couldn't figure out what it did. He would probably have to find someone with more expertise on the subject. Or not. He never really liked Diamond magic, far too mystical. His train of thought was broken by the old man taking a large step into his personal space and grabbing his hand. Alexander almost reeled back by the sudden step, until he saw the mark forming on the back of his hand. Guess that meant he was initiated. He also was surprised by a piece of something dropped in his hand by the old man as well. Turning it over in his hand, he saw it was a piece of liquorice. It was a bit strange looking, but it reminded him of the liquorice he uncle used to give him when his father was at a formal event. Alexander's uncle would look after him during the event, teaching him a few spells his father deemed to dangerous for him at the time. Reminded of the pleasant memory, Alexander deposited the candy on his pocket and bowed once again. "Thank you, sir. I wish you a life of power and fame." Alexander said. The old man, while a Club, seemed to have a wisdom held by few. One of those rare people who Alexander saw as worthy of his respect.

Taking a small slip of paper the man had outstretched to him, Alexander saw he had one of the better dorms. No surprise, considering his social stature. And Kaela of the Healing Hearts was in his dorm. He had heard of her powerful healing abilities, and hoped to befriend such a powerful ally. He didn't know the other two though. One was an Attendant, so probably just some submissive sex-freak. The other name, Jagred Degray, seemed familiar, but he was more of surprised that a Diamond would be placed in a dorm with two Hearts and a Spade. Probably some mistake.

While Alexander was concentrated on the paper, he wasn't quite concentrating on what was in front of him, an action that was punished when a small white-haired man crashed into him while running backwards.

"Ah! Watch where you're going next time!" he yelled as he hit the ground, his suitcase flying out of his hand. He wasn't in the mood for this, and just wanted to deposit his belongings at his dorm and get on with his studies. Looking over to his accidental assailant, he couldn't help but recognize his features as those belonging to the men of the House of the Raging Winds. Great, he would probably have to defend himself against the raging, murderous freak.

@Iktomi

After the excitement that had just occurred Zephyr really wanted to get himself to his room and get settled. As he was helping up the girls a guy came up behind him like a whirlwind, making a corny joke about the girls falling for him. Zephyr couldn't help but chuckle, he was a sucker for a pun. Then out of nowhere the guy decided he and Zephyr should duel, glancing at him, the dude seemed friendly enough, it could be a good learning experience. Zephyr had never dueled anyone other than some fellow Spades, it'd be interesting to see someone else's fighting style. He didn't get a good enough look at Acron (that was his name apparently) before he went running off. "You don't even know my name!" But he was already gone and Zephyr doubted he had heard him. Maybe they'd be rooming together, who knows.

After introducing herself briefly Elemette made her way over to one of the hooded stewards. Zephyr wouldn't say it out loud, at least within their earshot, but the hooded figures looked really sketchy and if they weren't processing people he'd assume they were drug dealers or something. He noticed one of them was free so he turned to Cady, "it was nice seeing you Cady. I'd love to catch up but I'm gonna see if I can't get settled in my dorm, I'll see you around. With a smile to his friend he turned around and went over to the hooded steward to get himself processed.

Maxwell had taken the time to enjoy his coffee and croissant as some future intellectual peers begun to get up from their own misfortunes of falling on the first day. Okay, time to finally get initiated. Now... His thoughts were halted by a small, elderly man approached. Maxwell recognized him as Esmond, a family butler Maxwell considered to be his grandfather.

"Now, sir, I do know that you were rushed." Esmond spoke softly and simply, speaking factually with a caring tone throughout. "However, that is no reason to be forgetful and not grab your suitcase or Identification Papers. Esmond held out the papers to Maxwell.

"Thank you, Esmond." Maxwell took the papers from Esmond, a small smile appearing on his face. "I knew we wouldn't have the proper time to say farewell, otherwise." Maxwell put the papers into a pocket of his suit, then quickly embraced Esmond. "You've been like a grandfather to me. Truly, thank you, Esmond, for everything."

"Max, you needn't fret over me." Esmond pushed Maxwell away, a grin spread wide across his face. "Go. Have fun." Esmond pointed him off towards the stewards. Maxwell waved goodbye, grabbed the suitcase, and made his way off towards the stewards.

"Ah! Watch where you're going next time!" A male voice called out. Maxwell thought he recognized it and moved towards it. And regretted it. There were two people seeming to be gathered around; one Maxwell disliked (for good reason, mind you), and the other was a bit... well, eccentric.

Hopefully, that one understands what position it's in. Just in case... Maxwell's thoughts gave way to action. Well, preparing a reaction. Someone who was paying close attention could see magical energy begin to move about around Maxwell. Maxwell would doubt it, given the sunlight and people gathering to watch what may occur. Put an end to it if it begins...

Another gust of wind hit Jagred, which prompted him to once again tug at the collar of his cloak. The thought of heading toward the dormitory had begun to show its appeal. After all, he was one of those Diamonds who had had the fortunate of rooming with the higher Suits. Their accommodation might even be better than his own room at home. As much as he found the ideal of coddling certain students on the grounds of their family name distasteful, he would not deny the appeal of a spacious personal suite. Of course, a hypocrite he was, but Jagred was also only human. He was allowed to have vices.

Speaking of vices, some people had many more than others. Take Acron of the Raging Winds, for example.

Jagred watched as the white-haired man leapt down from the rooftops, then made his way toward the stewards, flirting inappropriately all the while. A sighed escaped his lips, but Jagred also couldn’t suppress a smile. Tried as he might, he could never understand what went on in Acron’s head. Jagred liked everything in moderation, be it romance, violence or even excitement. Acron, on the other hand, had the tendency to overdo things. Not that Jagred was complaining. The guy always brought him a good laugh.

Just for a moment, Jagred took his eyes off the white-haired man to look for Fitz, only to turn back and watch Acron bumped into someone else. The offended party fell and dropped his suitcase, then began to raise his voice, obviously quite miffed. Knowing Acron, a fight might not be far-fetched. Other times, he would have left the white-hair be and watched from a far. Because, hey, drama. Some people actually had to pay money to watch these stuffs. But taking a closer look at Acron’s victim, Jagred had a bad feeling. The guy dressed to impress, which meant he might be from a higher Suit. And he might be not so forgiving of a lowly Club’s transgression.

Suppressing another sigh, Jagred quickly made his way toward the scene.

With soft steps, he walked up from behind Acron, placing a gloved hand on the shorter man’s shoulder

“Trainings are not even started yet, and you have managed to cause trouble.”-He patted Acron’s shoulder- “That’s pretty good man. How am I supposed to keep up?”

With a few steps forward, Jagred quickly bent down to pick up the dropped suitcase and gave it a few quick pat to dislodge the dust. With that done, he turned to Acron, hoping the guy would take the hint and go help his victim up. Once the guy was on his feet again, Jagred gave him a quick onceover, subtly of course, before offering the suitcase. For someone who looked so lanky, the stranger gave off a surprisingly heavy presence. Definitely a higher Suit.

“Forgive my friend there, he was a little bit…too emotional back there. I trust you are alright?”- He offered a friendly smile, secretly hoping that Acron would not let his crotch take over and begin to flirt with the guy- “My name is Jagred, and this bunny here is Acron.”

Fizzy froze for a moment as Kaela gave him a hug, but only for a few seconds. He wrapped his arms around her and spun her round in a big circle, plopping her down safely with a grin. "Well how do you do, all the same." Fizzy said, raising an eyebrow and tipping his hat. "You too, Lemmy. You are, no doubt, quite a hit with the lady bush babies." It seemed Fizzy hadn't quite cottoned on to the fact it was a sugar glider - which might be a good thing, as he'd probably try to feed it sugar to make it fly. Perhaps he'd even go so far to buy his own and make tiny machinations for the creature to improve it's flight... now that he thought about it, perhaps Kaela's pet would do better with a set of small aviator goggles?



He couldn't hide the grin that spread across his face at her genuine delight at the world. "Well," he said, offering her his arm, "Perhaps we should head over to registration-"



Fitzgerald glanced over to see what all the cafuffle was about near the stewards. Acron had - very kindly, Fizzy had no doubt Acron had spotted him and decided against ruining his moment - decided to mosey on over to get processed (flirting with as many people as he could as he went) as some dapper gentleman got his panties in a twist about dropping his suitcase.

Well, perhaps Fizzy should of been rooting Acron on in this situation, but the inventor couldn't help marvelling at what a wonderful set of clothes the gent who'd fallen on his arse was wearing. Fizzy himself tried to dress as well as he could, and hoped that taking Missions with the Spire would enable him to earn enough living to buy some more lavish clothing....

Wait a second. Something was off about this situation.

Fizzy looked around, seeing the sheer number of people who'd had a bit of a a fall this morning. It seemed highly unlikely this was all just coincidence. He wondered if this was some sort of craze he didn't understand? Many of the upperclassman seemed to be participating in such an affair. Perhaps it was a new form of greeting, or maybe.... a courtship ritual?

Fizzy gasped, turning to Kaela with sudden understanding, his face slightly ablush. For the smallest of seconds he wondered if he would partake, but the poor girl had only just met him, and it was still wildly approrpiate for him to make any sort of motion for a Heart's heart. "You know I've just seen a good friend of mine get into a bit of trouble. Would you mind wandering over with me?" and with that he quickly made his way up to Acron, butting in between him and Jagred and then outright ignoring the man as if he wasn't there.

"Acron!" Fizzy hissed into his ear urgently, casting a quick glance at Kaela to make sure she hadn't heard. "I do believe he's hitting on you!"

He stepped back with a wide grin, clearly very pleased about figuring this all out, and then stepping back to Kaela's side happily.

Acron was having the time of his life, he could not recall the last time he was in a crowd as large as the current one and the energy from everyone was like a drug. The numerous people he managed to briefly engage with only heightened his natural high, as he watched their faces shift to either a pleasant blush, wide grin, or the not so occasional look of confusion. All of the little pieces served to send his mood soaring higher and higher. Of course this had the consequence of forcing his awareness into a narrowed focus. While at first he had been careful to mind his surroundings by the time he had neared the stewards all he could see was the current person he was complimenting.

His focus was forced back onto his surrounding when he suddenly collided with someone while moving backwards. He spun around the moment he made contact, and an apology was already forming on his lips before he was suddenly met with an aggressive response. The thought of meeting aggression with aggression briefly crossed his mind, but he forced it away for the same reason he hadn't wanted to be late. It was his first day here and he didn't want to make a terrible impression on the higher ups. So for once he bit back his pride and flashed the well dressed man a bright smile.

Just as his lips parted to speak he was interrupted once more, though this time he knew the voice that went with the hand that had landed on his shoulder. He shifted his eyes away from the man he had knocked down to look out of the corner of his eye, and just as he had thought it was Jagred that had walked up. He flashed his old sparring partner a thankful smile as Jagred began the work of soothing the man Acron had bumped into. He knew for a fact that his friend would be better suited to leading him into an apology than he would have been capable of on his own.

For the third time he attempts to speak his piece, but yet again he is stopped short by another familiar voice. This one he didn't have too look to confirm that it was Fizzy, the voice plus the word choice making it all too apparent. Acron had to literally grab a hold of one of his arms to prevent him from bursting out laughing at his friend's comment, turning to him to speak in a quick and hushed voice.

"Fizzy now is not the time! We will have a good laugh soon enough, but I ran into this man."

He turned his attention back to the higher class man, taking one step forward with a hand extended down towards him. "I really am sorry about running into you man, I got caught up in the roar of the crowd. I hope I didn't cause you any harm. Like my friend over there said, the name's Acron, pleasure to meet ya!" He smiled down at the man in a good natured way after he spoke, hand still extended.

Whether or not his help is offered after making sure the man he had knocked down is back on his feet and not too disgruntled Acron turned his focus on the old steward standing beside another man he knew, Jarvan. He gave his acquaintance a nod before letting his eyes fall once more onto the steward.

"So you are who I talk to about initiation and what not right?"

"Well," replied Augustus, slowly and carefully gumming at his biscuit. He nodded to his companion who was temporarily lending him the use of his legs. "This lad here'll be looking through your bags for you, and I'll be testing your metal." he glared at you with one beady eye for a long moment, spitting out crumbs that caught in his beard as he chewed.

Then a raucous laugh. "Just joking!" he said, leaning back on his little stool. "I've had enough tomfoolery for one day. This one will process your bags, and I'll give you your papers."

Jarvan gave a shrug of mock disappointment at the lack of a fight. Not that it would've gotten very far with the old man here. Unless he joined in of course, but that was something to contemplate at another time. Jarvan carefully grabbed Acron's bag and sorted through it like he had the last one, shifting through it competently and making sure Augustus got to see everything.

Augustus waved his hand as Jarvan helped him inspect the items. As it was, he couldn't see anything of contraband he could use to harass the poor student with.

"Oooh," said Augustus, pointing to the handcuff and manacles and waiting for Jarvan to lift them out... and then just making him hold them for a while.

"Now, I wonder what you plan to do with these?" asked the old man, finishing off his biscuit and leaning forward to listen attentively to what the youngster had to say. He clasped one hand over the other. "Now really, tell me everything. Leave in every detail, it could be gravely, gravely important."

Acron couldn't help but let loose a round of laughter as the old man appraised his most prized possession. "God damn old man, I think I am looking at myself in 100 years. Well a less handsome version of course." He flashed the steward a grin before continuing. "As for the intended use, well that should be apparent. But given that you probably haven't gotten any in awhile I will explain. When a boy and girl, or boy and boy, girl and girl, etc, like each other very much they will occasionally handcuff one to the bed and rock their world!" With the end of his words he gives both Augustus and Jarvan a thumbs up and even broader grin.

Augustus stroked his beard. "In my time rocks had very little to do with it," he replied with a twinkle in his eye, "that sounds like a very dangerous pastime...hmm..." he took a hold of the handcuffs and lifted them just out of Acron's reach, looking quite thoughtful. Something seemed to dawn on him then, and he looked up at Acron with a mischievous grin.

"Well, I'm sure you'll use these responsibly. Here, allow me to make sure they are 100% safe."

Augustus hid them within his long drooping sleeve, twisting around on his chair so he had his back towards the curious students. A flash of white light and the shuffling of his robes suggested he was up to something, but just as quick as that he turned around and dropped the item back into Acron's bag.

"Seems perfectly safe to me, now." Augustus said cheerfully, far too happy with this situation. "Without further ado I'll let you go on your way."

Jarvan let out a mental sigh. Didn't he know Acron was bad enough without encouragement? Jarvan didn't know what the old man had done with the handcuffs, but he had a distinct feeling he didn't want to. In the midst of Augustus's... Fun, Jarvan deemed it best to merely look like he was very busy inspecting the bag and all of its fascinating contents.

Augustus waved the boy over impatiently and took a hold of his palm. With a small gesture a mark appeared upon the back of his hand:



He passes you a small slip with some details regarding your dorm, directs you and shoos you off. He turns to look at Jarvan thoughtfully.

Acron took a moment to stare at the new mark at his hand, turning it side to side. "Damn that was wicked. Thanks for everything old timer! Jarvan I will see you on the flip side." With that said he turned away from the duo and took off in another sprint, whirlwinding through the crowd as he headed towards the dorms.

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"Halt!" Lorenzo barked at the last student before you. He thouroughly and systematically shook down the girl's bag and then turned an angry eye upon her. "This," he said, holding up some seemingly-innocent piece of paper. "is contraband. I have a no nonsense policy for troublemakers like you. You can spend your first night in the dungeon." the paper shimmered in the light for a moment as the girl burst into tears.

"It's just my notes, I haven't heard of a student getting thrown in the dunge-" she started to protest.

"Guard Thomas! Take this girl to a cell so she learns what it means to be a Student of the Spire." he snapped his attention back to the girl as she was escorted away, "Rules exist for a reason. This isn't a joke. The discipline and training you will get here could very well save your life on a field. Don't think because it's your first day you get to be swaddled - I expect EVERY student here to act as if they were already Proven."

"Hello sir. Tryll Lumiere of the Augmenters, here for initiation. I trust this can go quickly, I'd rather not be out and about in this crowd for long."

He faces you and looks you up and down, clearly noting you stepping forward in the line. Perhaps if he was capable of smiling he would have done so, but as it was it seemed the only expressions he bothered to muster were a stern look or diabolical anger. He takes a step towards you, ignoring any sense of personal space a normal human might have.

"Finally, some initiative! Always happy to add another Heart to the ranks. Particularly one of your courage, girl. I can tell from your armour you won't cower from battle." He'd already taken ahold of your bag as he was speaking and was rifling through it. "This is what I like to see. No contraband, nice strong set of items that'll do you well out in the field."

He snatches your documents, muttering about how the spire lets too many filthy diamonds into the ranks, terribly suspicious lot if you ask him, and next thing you know is he's grabbed your hand and slammed his fist down, hard, into the back of your hand.

Well - it seemed like he was trying to be delicate and hadn't quite managed it, at least. You look down to see you have been stamped with the seal of In Training Students. Luckily there's no bruise, but it certainly smarts.

He shoves a collection of documents into your hand and stands to attention. "Welcome to the team, Miss Lumiere. I'll be looking forward to seeing your progress during the term."

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@Duskshine749 The Steward seems relatively efficient at their job and goes through your items and documents without talking about it much. It seems all is well, and they stamp your hand with the symbol of the In Training Students.



You make your way through inspection, reading your dorm slip, when suddenly the Steward finally pipes up from behind you:

"Your Mind Serum is an Initiate Level Trinket and inappropriate for In Training Students," she said bluntly. "As it's your first day I'll let you off this once. I don't want to find it on you again."

Kaela giggled as Fizzy spun her around. She felt like a happy child again for a few small seconds. As she landed on her feet she gave a small curtsy and grinned. She giggled once again as he spoke to Lemmy. She patted his head gently. "He will be quite the charmer when he becomes an adult for sure!" she laughed as she tickled one of Lemmys ears, causing it to flick at her touch. She gave yet another small giggle. If it wasn't obvious enough already Kaela was a real animal lover.

She turned her attention back to Fizzy as he began to speak again she started to nod as he mentioned registration and stopped to look around when he stopped mid sentence. Had something caught his eye?

"You know I've just seen a good friend of mine get into a bit of trouble. Would you mind wandering over with me?" She blinked from the sudden change in situation but smiled and nodded as he wandered off, she followed closely behind. She saw Fizzy whisper something to a white haired man and he seemed oddly...proud? She wasn't too sure. Reading people was not her forte. She was a bit of a socially awkward penguin for sure.

It was only as she watched the scene unfold before her that she took notice that a lot of people were really clumsy today. So many people she had seen falling over. As everyone seemed to wander off for initiation she turned to look at Fizzy again. "Well then, shall we go and finally get all this over with? I'm so curious to see who I will be sharing a dorm with. Though also terrified because what if they are all mean? Or don't like me? Or don't like Lemmy? Or th-" She cut herself off, she was rambling. She was a bit of a rambler when she panics. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Sorry..." she said meekly and mildly embarrassed.

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Right after his outburst to the Raging Winds member, Alexander's mind had been coursing with ideas of how the situation could progress. If the men of the Raging Winds had as volatile tempers as they said, then any aggressive or offensive words on his part could possibly lead to a fight, even with all these people standing by. Not only would that be dangerous, but it would garner unwanted attention from Spire officials, something Alexander didn't exactly want from day one. It also would break his usual policy of not fighting others without at lest some intent to kill. His magic was incredibly volatile, and unless he used his weakest spells, there was always the chance of his power accidentally getting a little bit lethal. Killing a student would probably grab the Spire's attention a little more than just a fight. The only option left was to be a gentleman.

Fortunately, his job was made a little easier when the white haired man's friend came along. He was better dressed, and something about him was familiar to Alexander. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. When the white haired man extended his hand, Alexander graciously took it, leaning on it as he rose to his feet. Now that he was on his feet, he was surprised to see that the white-haired man, Acron he learned, was shorter than him. "Greeting, Acron. The name's Alexander, 2nd of Spades. I can instantly recognize from your features that you have the blood of the Raging Winds in you." Alexander smiled politely, shaking his hand with a firm grip. "I can tell because I once had a nanny who taught me how to recognize the men of your house on sight. She told me if I ever saw one walking down the street, I should walk on the other side. I trust that that you'll prove her wrong in my time with you here." Alexander's last words had a subtle tone that suggested they were just as much of a warning of what may happen, should Acron fail to disprove the nanny, as a sign of Alexander's confidence in his ability to disprove her.

Turning to Jagred, Alexander gratefully took back his suitcase. "Jagred, huh? I believe that you are the Diamond that shares the dorm with me and two other Hearts." Alexander doubted it would be that way for long, even in the Spire, the Suit system of dominance held strong. He couldn't wait to dismantle it piece by piece and instate a society where the intellectuals like him were on the very top, as they should be. It would be most of the Spades, of course, and maybe I choice few of the other suits, like the old man who had initiated him. "If you've already been initiated, then maybe we could walk to the room together? It would be nice to get to know one of my dorm mates prior to getting into the actual dorm." Even if he was just a temporary dorm mate.

@Iktomi@RedDusk

As she was getting up, a mostly shirtless whirlwind of a man approached the little group and made a joke about the ladies falling for Zephyr, causing Cady to giggle slightly. Once she was fully upright once more, she turned to her friend, and said, "Thank you, Zephyr! I'm glad I didn't knock the wind out of you." After this, she turned to the other girl, who also looked like she was regaining her composure after the shirtless windstorm had blown away, as she said her name. "Elemette, huh? Nice to meet you!"

"it was nice seeing you Cady. I'd love to catch up but I'm gonna see if I can't get settled in my dorm, I'll see you around.

Upon hearing this, Cady blinks for a second, and, remembering what she had originally come here for, nods briefly and grabs her suitcase from where it fell on the pavement, thankfully without spillage. "Yeah, it's good to see you here, too! A friendly face in a new place is always nice!" Cady says, in response to Zephyr's previous statement. She starts walking towards the same hooded Steward that Zephyr was walking towards, a moment after he does. She goes up to the Steward smiling happily.

@Mae @Iktomi @Kimi @Brasslazer

In the end, nothing really happened. Even though Jagred dreaded a fight, he couldn’t help feeling a pang of disappointment at the anti-climactic ending. However, at least something good came out of the whole deal. The stranger that Acron ran into revealed himself to be his future dormmate, Alexander of the Diamond Looking Glass. So this was the Spade that would share his dorm, which led Jagred to briefly wonder who were the other two. Based on their names, they were both girls, and belonged to the Heart caste. For him to share their dorm. How scandalous. But he supposed he would cope. At least he didn’t have to share breathing space with Fitz, or worse, Acron. Their antics were amusing, obviously, but he wasn’t sure he could deal with those on a daily basis.
When Alexander came to retrieve his suitcase, he offered Jagred an invitation to tag along to their suite. Coincidently, it was also what he had been meaning to do for a while. The trip here had been rather draining as the waves did not agree with him much, not to mention the damned breeze. Jagred was not as exhausted as he thought he would be, but all in all, he could use a rest. Or two.

“That would be my pleasure.”-Jagred smiled, easily looming over his dormmate-to-be – “But… if you could excuse me for a minute.”

With that said, he made his way toward Acron with brisk steps, before nudging the shorter man toward waiting Stewards with a gentle push – “Get your ass processed, rab. I suppose a celebration is in short order, considering the first day that we all had to go through.”- This time, his smile stretched into a grin, all teeth and ill humour – “So… I guess I’ll find you guys later. See if you can get some booze.”

Just as Jagred watched Acron went toward the Stewards, he caught sight of Fitzgerald, and more importantly, his new female companion. The relationship between him and the Club had always been a bit on the rough side. He had always found Fitz’s antics amusing but childish, while Fitzgerald must have always thought him a giant hypocrite. Not that he would deny such accusation, still. Regardless, he still found their squabbles hilarious and irritating at the same time.

“See you around, Fitz.”- He waved at them both, his grin promised nothing but trouble. However, as his eyes swept over the girl next to Fitz, he offered her a curt nod before turning to leave.

“Let’s get going, shall we?”- He slung the worn backpack over his shoulder, before turning to Alexander –“You do know where our dorm is, don’t you?”

@ScreenAcne
"I'll get him for you now, sweetie." she said with a wink, shoving a Ingestible pink capsule into his hand with a wink before prancing off to get her superior.

Gain UNKNOWN: Ingestible pink capsule.



It was a little later when the girl reapproaches with a tall, decedant looking man. He walked with pefect poise and an air of determination. Felix came to a a half before Balith, examining the papers in his hand with one quick caculated glance.

"Balith Benker, Ticketeer." he said, not fully aware of Balith's preference on the subject. "I've been expecting you, please come with me. Mervin, his things." The man held his hands up ramrod straight and clapped them, twice, curtly. Without so much as approaching the Diamond he had summoned the symbol onto the back of his hand.

A young man in his late 20s appeared from behind Felix rather nervously, presenting Balith with a selection of papers in his clammy hands. As well as the basic initiation package - a map of campus, dorm room assignment, schedules, Student help information and a Prime District map - there were some extra, more official items that seemed related to his unique assignment.

"Come, come. There is alot to do." Felix finished, turning on his heels in one swift movement and marching away with the full expectation that both Balith and Mervin would catch up.

"S-S-S-Sorry," stammered Mervin, "He's l-l-like this alot. Um. All the ti, ty, te, time, ac-k-k-ktually." And with that he scurried off after his superior, who had already gotten a considerable start on them.

Taking an immediate right, a little distance away but in view of the main campus, Felix came to a stop. The building looked alot humbler then many of the others around - a simple one story building without any decorations or notable architecture. Still, it wasn't unappealing, if anything it was quaint. A paved path led up to the plain double doors, meandering among the grass. Ivy creeped up one corner and hedges lined the bases of windows, tiny pastel flowers dancing in front of them in the light breeze. Upon passing in a couple of feet of the building the campus raucous dimmed to background buzz.

"Warded." Mervin explained to his new colleague.

Felix pushed open the glass double doors. The hallway was short, branching off to a T junction, and the reception desk currently empty. "Mervin's office is straight on and yours is first on the right," he said, gesturing with two fingers. "You'll be next door to each other. He'll help you out if you have any problems."

The man tucked his arms behind his back and turned to face Balith. "I hope everything is to your liking. You will be expected to keep up with your studies, of course, but you'll find working for the District to have it's own privaleges."

Fizzy seemed dissapointed with Acron's lack of understanding about the situation. He wondered about whether he should help him, and his hand briefly went to his bag in thought. Still, it was only his first day...

"Well then, shall we go and finally get all this over with? I'm so curious to see who I will be sharing a dorm with. Though also terrified because what if they are all mean? Or don't like me? Or don't like Lemmy? Or th... sorry."

Fizzy was brought out of his reverie by the lovely chiming tones of Kaela's voice. He turned to her with a grin. "That sounds like a most excellent idea! I do believe everyone will simply love you, Kaela. That I can promise. Now, shall we?"



The grin on his face became somewhat strained as Fizzy's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, sir-?" he replied, seeing Jagred turn his back to him. Well then, it was perhaps a little true that Fitzgerald was being a little childish, what with the ignoring and now pretending not to recognise Jagred... But that did not mean he could take a slight, either.

Not that Jagred was slighting him - of course, it was perfectly reasonable for him to want to get to his dorms.

However, Fizzy couldn't help the sly grin that spread across his face as he decided it was time for a good old fashoined prank. He'd barely been in town an hour and he was already unable to control his desire to create mischief.

He winked at Kaela - perhaps showing off - and reached into his bag to throw a Scittering Potion in Jagred's direction.

Zephyr was looking at where his dorm was when he heard the Steward inform him of the nature of his trinket. Damn alchemist, he'd have to have a chat with her next time he had a chance. Luckily the Steward seemed to be in a good mood, giving him a warning this one time. "Yes, understood," Zephyr said simply before quickly walking where he wanted to go. His living situation was going to be pretty good, he only had two roommates, Cady and Acron, who he assumed was the same Acron who had randomly challenged him to a duel earlier. He couldn't wait to get settled and for the school year to officially start. He was sure he'd learn so much from being here.