[color=cyan][h2][u][center]Alexander Grossem[/center][/u][/h2][/color]

[center]Talking to [@Calatrava] [/center]

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Alex was startled slightly when he heard a thick accented voice behind him - but more to the point is was the fact that he'd been called a weirdo by this stranger.
Turning to see who this person was, he was met with an unusual sight, a young man slightly smaller than himself was in relatively normal clothes, but had some sort of sash over them that looked like it had spider-webs on it.
From what little briefing Alex had received about this place it was said that a lot of people would be coming from famous families that have been sending their children here for generations, he couldn't remember what the titles were though, but one thing was clear this person was one of the ones that were born into this life, whereas he was someone thrust into it blindly.

As always he replied in a soft tone, although he did have to raise his voice ever so slightly to ensure he could be heard over the others speaking around them.
[color=cyan]"I'm only trying to see what types of people are here, seems like there's someone from every walk of life..."[/color]
Alex trailed off slightly when he took the time to look at this person; who as he just found was called Enzo, looked very ill - it seemed odd that someone would be accepted to this school, of all schools when they looked as ill as he was - in any other circumstance he'd have thought that he was talking to some who was terminal, a thought that was compounded when Enzo had a coughing fit, it wasn't a nice one either, it was that type that hacked in your throat, like he was trying to cough up nails and broken glass...

Alex looked a little concerned for Enzo as he replied [color=cyan]"I'm Alexander, or just Alex for short."[/color] it was then that Enzo gave a light-hearted chuckle and implied that neither of them were doing too well at the moment.
He couldn't help but give a wry smile in response and said [color=cyan]"Heh yeah, I don't do very well on boats I've been ill the entire journey.[/color]
He was just about to ask about the sash, pointing at it before he was cut short by a howling wind, at least that's what he thought it was, a more appropriate statement would be a howl carried by the wind.
But... they were on the coast of what he assumed to be a small island - what in gods name could be causing that noise?

Alex had to raise his voice to prevent his words being drowned by the wind[color=cyan][b]"Whats happening?!"[/b][/color] he half shouted to Enzo.
In Alexs mind slapping an assumption of a strong wind with; an albeit harrowing howl, to anything paranormal or related to demons was still too much of a stretch, part of him still didn't believe that they existed, and this would certainly be the first test of that belief.