Eris continued to watch the two Pokemon below her, feeling uneasy as she still did not know what was wrong. A large Luxray had appeared, and the two individuals seemed to be having a dispute of sorts - a common conflict between wild Pokemon was territory, which was likely despite the fact that she was too high up to tell exactly. Still, the feeling that there was something she was missing, doubled at the appearance of the Luxray, and she felt slightly paranoid. It was a slight tickling at the back of her mind, of something she felt she should know the meaning of. Were there any humans around? She turned and scanned about the dark brambles with a careful eye, still not convinced that all was normal even after not finding anything unusual. Feeling anxiety kick in, she left the scene and began to hesitantly glide away in another direction. She glanced down at the two figures warily one last time before fleeing. Surely, it was better to trust her instincts.
Or, I could figure this out and be done with it, The thought unfortunately did not go away, and curiosity overwhelmed her decisions. She simply just had to know, somehow. Although, finding her way back to the site would be a problem, her sense of direction growing disoriented. A white blur zig-zagged through the trees as it searched for the strange Pokemon, not having much luck as she was likely wandering farther and farther away from the last area. She halted suddenly, frozen in place as a shrill screech echoed in the distance. That wasn't something she heard everyday. A rustling underneath on the forest ground distracted her attention from the sound as a large figure ran past underneath. The familiar, peculiar presence returned to her senses. The Luxray from earlier had taken off, and was dashing through the woods, and had likely left the original area long past. Although still uneasy about it, Eris trailed above the large feline as it ran, deciding to investigate it for the rest of the night, Perhaps it was just a normal Luxray, and nothing more. The radius of cold air expanded a few feet around her, unconsciously out of fear from the earlier surprise.
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The sight of the sun setting was rather comforting to a certain individual that night, despite the fact that it was raining. Water pitter-pattered on the roof of a rickety, humble cottage, raindrops sliding down the overgrown flora crawling about its walls. A small figure was silhouetted in the dim light of a candle, leaning an elbow on the windowsill. Half-lidded, pale yellow eyes started out at the darkening land and the small houses scattered about in the distance that lined a haphazardly paved path. She could make out the sight of figures retreating behind closed doors, snuffed-out lamps and concealed windows as the night grew late, the landscape growing stiller and quieter as sleep became its main priority. Save for a certain Morph.
Eris pressed her head against the cold glass of the window, hearing nothing but the soft lullaby of the rain and the hooting of wild Pokemon in the forest nearby. She stood up and pulled the curtains closed, sighing as she turned to glance at her bedroom. The little room was mostly empty, save for a few packed bookshelves, a closet, and a little bed in the corner. One that would likely be unused tonight. Mother would be driving me mad about bedtimes right now, if she were here...
A sad sigh escaped her lips. But she was scarcely tired in any way. The fact that it was raining would surely deter any human right in their mind from going out at this time of day. It was the perfect condition for a little much needed freetime – just right for a Ghost-type to roam. Of course, there were always risks. A Morph hunter could appear, the rain might stop; she might not make it home on time before anyone noticed she was gone, and that would lead to trouble.
Eris shook the thoughts out of her head, not wanting to pass up a chance to have some freedom. She was going to die horrendously somehow, someday, anyway. It was not long until a translucent, pale blur floated through the walls of the cottage, unseen by anyone. The white Ghost Pokemon weaved in and around the ever-thickening branches of the forest, simply passing through most of them thanks to her intangible presence. She smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she took in the shadowy surroundings of the Nightshade, watching the scenery pass by her and enjoying the sense of freedom at last. She glided through the woods, going unnoticed to the wild Pokemon in the area as she was nothing more than a faded shape in the shadows. The only evidence of her presence was a sudden coldness in the area and a chill down your spine. Wild Hoothoots and Noctowls hooted to one another, and predators stalked the forest ground below for any weak souls. Being a Ghost-type, Eris rarely needed to eat, which was good in the case of her limited money and supplies.
The Froslass paused for a moment, hovering still atop of a branch as she caught sight of movement of something faintly glowing blue several feet below on the forest ground. Her faintly glowing vision made out the vague, four-legged shape of an Umbreon, which was not an unusual sight for a forest this dark. She admired the unusual coloration on what she assumed was a wild Pokemon, observing it as it failed to catch a fortunate Pidgey. Though, there was something about it other than its appearance that made her continue to watch it further as it approached another predator. Eris found herself silently floating there for a while, feeling bothered by the thought. It looked and acted just like any wild Pokemon in the Nightshade, but there was something different. Something off, and she did not know what. Perhaps she would figure it out by the time she returned home...
Eris pressed her head against the cold glass of the window, hearing nothing but the soft lullaby of the rain and the hooting of wild Pokemon in the forest nearby. She stood up and pulled the curtains closed, sighing as she turned to glance at her bedroom. The little room was mostly empty, save for a few packed bookshelves, a closet, and a little bed in the corner. One that would likely be unused tonight. Mother would be driving me mad about bedtimes right now, if she were here...
A sad sigh escaped her lips. But she was scarcely tired in any way. The fact that it was raining would surely deter any human right in their mind from going out at this time of day. It was the perfect condition for a little much needed freetime – just right for a Ghost-type to roam. Of course, there were always risks. A Morph hunter could appear, the rain might stop; she might not make it home on time before anyone noticed she was gone, and that would lead to trouble.
Eris shook the thoughts out of her head, not wanting to pass up a chance to have some freedom. She was going to die horrendously somehow, someday, anyway. It was not long until a translucent, pale blur floated through the walls of the cottage, unseen by anyone. The white Ghost Pokemon weaved in and around the ever-thickening branches of the forest, simply passing through most of them thanks to her intangible presence. She smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she took in the shadowy surroundings of the Nightshade, watching the scenery pass by her and enjoying the sense of freedom at last. She glided through the woods, going unnoticed to the wild Pokemon in the area as she was nothing more than a faded shape in the shadows. The only evidence of her presence was a sudden coldness in the area and a chill down your spine. Wild Hoothoots and Noctowls hooted to one another, and predators stalked the forest ground below for any weak souls. Being a Ghost-type, Eris rarely needed to eat, which was good in the case of her limited money and supplies.
The Froslass paused for a moment, hovering still atop of a branch as she caught sight of movement of something faintly glowing blue several feet below on the forest ground. Her faintly glowing vision made out the vague, four-legged shape of an Umbreon, which was not an unusual sight for a forest this dark. She admired the unusual coloration on what she assumed was a wild Pokemon, observing it as it failed to catch a fortunate Pidgey. Though, there was something about it other than its appearance that made her continue to watch it further as it approached another predator. Eris found herself silently floating there for a while, feeling bothered by the thought. It looked and acted just like any wild Pokemon in the Nightshade, but there was something different. Something off, and she did not know what. Perhaps she would figure it out by the time she returned home...
Yay, I'm done now. Please tell me if I need to change anything!
Username: Ipsie
Name: Eris Froideur
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Country: Other, simply because she is not of a particular side, although she resides in Luria lands
Weapon: Throwing knives, though she is more skillful fighting in her feral form
Feral Form:
Moveset - Blizzard, Ice Beam, Shadow Ball, Wake-Up Slap
Appearance:
She often wears simple, plainly colored dresses along with a matching flowing cloak, which hides pockets of knives. She also adores flowers, which is always woven into her hair. Her pale eyes are slightly unnervingly cold compared to the rest of her deposition, not unlike her feral form.
Personality:
Eris appears at first glance as a sweet, but shy girl. She maintains a practiced, pretty smile on her face every day. She speaks politely to anyone, no matter if she knows them or not, and acts very courteous and charming. She seems a little aloof, though, rarely attending social events and never speaking to anyone unless they speak to her first.
Most of her image is a perfectly sculpted mask - she lives in constant fear of humans despite her appearance, and is extremely cautious in her decisions in any situation. She instinctively looks over her shoulder far too often. She rarely puts her trust in anyone, and is often suspicious and wary of others who try to get to know her too well - but never lets that show. Eris despises many of her neighbors, hearing them preach about the 'demonic Morphs' far too often, but still tells them good morning with a smile every day. She is a skilled lier and actor, and does so without even a single flinch or thought, easily fooling even the most observant. There is paranoia within that lovely and calm exterior, often over thinking scenarios where the extreme worst could happen as a result of any little mistake (for good reason). Eris often puts herself down easily, and has low self-esteem and confidence overall, often blaming herself even on things she could not control.
When she sheds her 'mask', she is blunt and surprisingly cynical and negative in contrast to her everyday facade. She often casually expects things to go wrong, somehow, no matter what and cannot understand how some people can be so genuinely positive. She brims with hate and rage for humans, and bottles it up inside for the sake of her life. Having played a role for so long, she often forgets that she is a Morph, and finds the most exhilarating freedom when she gets a rare chance to be in her feral form. She spends a portion of her nights exploring the Nightshade Forest in her intangible ghost-type feral form, and that is where she is happiest. But always, always afraid.
She has never met another Morph - and she is unsure of how she would react to meeting one.
Biography:
Eris was the only daughter of her family, growing up in a modest dwelling by Glassfield, rather isolated and located directly at the edge of the Nightshade Forest. To the public eye, they were a simple, lower-class household who scraped a living selling ice sculptures with the help of their Froslass. However, the reality was that both her mother and father were Froslass Morphs - and she was, too. For years, the family had carefully crafted their image to fit into society without suspicion of being associated the ever loathed Morphs. Thanks to living in the northern region of Luria, her father had befriended a wild Froslass, who became the 'family pet' for lack of a better term. However, the very existence of said Pokemon was the integral part of their lives that allowed them to live, as safe as a family of Morphs could be living alongside those that hunted them. If they ever accidentally crossed paths with a human in their feral form - and it was very rare, anyways - they could simply use the actual Froslass living in their house as an explanation, along with ever-practiced lies. And, to their luck, their isolated location of residence wasn't home to many villagers with Pokemon, further lowering their chance of being recognized. It was, in essence, the perfect location.
Her whole life, Eris was trained, taught, and educated constantly by her parents on how to survive as a Morph among humans. How to lie, how to distract, how to control her temper, how to remove attention away from herself with every action of her life, and how to forge in the wild if an emergency would prompt her to flee elsewhere. Eris became adept at these tactics, along with training herself with knives for self-defense as they were easy to conceal in her clothes and to sling on a belt. However, she became very withdrawn to her childhood friends over time as a result, and became known as 'the shy girl.'
When Eris became twenty, her father passed away, leaving the hunting duties to her mother. Her mother had gone into the Nightshade one day, saying that she would return by nightfall. And never did. A confused Eris was left in the possession of the house and the business, with only a silent Froslass at her side now. Falling into a depression from the loss of both of the parental figures in her life, she decided to take up their responsibilities, because who would? One day, she overheard a loud and rambunctious individual passing through, bragging about successfully hunting down a Froslass morph in the forest some time ago. It was no mystery what the fate of her mother was now. Eris was horrified, and became forever terrified from then on, becoming a shut-in and only leaving the house just enough to not arouse suspicion. She recited a made-up story of how her mother had left to care for an elderly relative at Ocean Point to anyone who would ask. The Froslass companion grew distant ever since, having been strongly bonded to her dead father, and only ever shows up to sculpt with Eris, and would disappear for the rest of the day. He never speaks to Eris even in her feral form, despite being the only familiar comfort she had left.
Meanwhile, her hatred of humans grew by the day, but there are still conflicted feelings whenever she greets her human friends. She retreats to the forest more than ever now, one reason being so she would not have to see their faces as often.
Other:
"If only the snow would never stop falling, then perhaps it could bury all the humans for me."
Username: Ipsie
Name: Eris Froideur
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Country: Other, simply because she is not of a particular side, although she resides in Luria lands
Weapon: Throwing knives, though she is more skillful fighting in her feral form
Feral Form:
Moveset - Blizzard, Ice Beam, Shadow Ball, Wake-Up Slap
Appearance:
She often wears simple, plainly colored dresses along with a matching flowing cloak, which hides pockets of knives. She also adores flowers, which is always woven into her hair. Her pale eyes are slightly unnervingly cold compared to the rest of her deposition, not unlike her feral form.
Personality:
Eris appears at first glance as a sweet, but shy girl. She maintains a practiced, pretty smile on her face every day. She speaks politely to anyone, no matter if she knows them or not, and acts very courteous and charming. She seems a little aloof, though, rarely attending social events and never speaking to anyone unless they speak to her first.
Most of her image is a perfectly sculpted mask - she lives in constant fear of humans despite her appearance, and is extremely cautious in her decisions in any situation. She instinctively looks over her shoulder far too often. She rarely puts her trust in anyone, and is often suspicious and wary of others who try to get to know her too well - but never lets that show. Eris despises many of her neighbors, hearing them preach about the 'demonic Morphs' far too often, but still tells them good morning with a smile every day. She is a skilled lier and actor, and does so without even a single flinch or thought, easily fooling even the most observant. There is paranoia within that lovely and calm exterior, often over thinking scenarios where the extreme worst could happen as a result of any little mistake (for good reason). Eris often puts herself down easily, and has low self-esteem and confidence overall, often blaming herself even on things she could not control.
When she sheds her 'mask', she is blunt and surprisingly cynical and negative in contrast to her everyday facade. She often casually expects things to go wrong, somehow, no matter what and cannot understand how some people can be so genuinely positive. She brims with hate and rage for humans, and bottles it up inside for the sake of her life. Having played a role for so long, she often forgets that she is a Morph, and finds the most exhilarating freedom when she gets a rare chance to be in her feral form. She spends a portion of her nights exploring the Nightshade Forest in her intangible ghost-type feral form, and that is where she is happiest. But always, always afraid.
She has never met another Morph - and she is unsure of how she would react to meeting one.
Biography:
Eris was the only daughter of her family, growing up in a modest dwelling by Glassfield, rather isolated and located directly at the edge of the Nightshade Forest. To the public eye, they were a simple, lower-class household who scraped a living selling ice sculptures with the help of their Froslass. However, the reality was that both her mother and father were Froslass Morphs - and she was, too. For years, the family had carefully crafted their image to fit into society without suspicion of being associated the ever loathed Morphs. Thanks to living in the northern region of Luria, her father had befriended a wild Froslass, who became the 'family pet' for lack of a better term. However, the very existence of said Pokemon was the integral part of their lives that allowed them to live, as safe as a family of Morphs could be living alongside those that hunted them. If they ever accidentally crossed paths with a human in their feral form - and it was very rare, anyways - they could simply use the actual Froslass living in their house as an explanation, along with ever-practiced lies. And, to their luck, their isolated location of residence wasn't home to many villagers with Pokemon, further lowering their chance of being recognized. It was, in essence, the perfect location.
Her whole life, Eris was trained, taught, and educated constantly by her parents on how to survive as a Morph among humans. How to lie, how to distract, how to control her temper, how to remove attention away from herself with every action of her life, and how to forge in the wild if an emergency would prompt her to flee elsewhere. Eris became adept at these tactics, along with training herself with knives for self-defense as they were easy to conceal in her clothes and to sling on a belt. However, she became very withdrawn to her childhood friends over time as a result, and became known as 'the shy girl.'
When Eris became twenty, her father passed away, leaving the hunting duties to her mother. Her mother had gone into the Nightshade one day, saying that she would return by nightfall. And never did. A confused Eris was left in the possession of the house and the business, with only a silent Froslass at her side now. Falling into a depression from the loss of both of the parental figures in her life, she decided to take up their responsibilities, because who would? One day, she overheard a loud and rambunctious individual passing through, bragging about successfully hunting down a Froslass morph in the forest some time ago. It was no mystery what the fate of her mother was now. Eris was horrified, and became forever terrified from then on, becoming a shut-in and only leaving the house just enough to not arouse suspicion. She recited a made-up story of how her mother had left to care for an elderly relative at Ocean Point to anyone who would ask. The Froslass companion grew distant ever since, having been strongly bonded to her dead father, and only ever shows up to sculpt with Eris, and would disappear for the rest of the day. He never speaks to Eris even in her feral form, despite being the only familiar comfort she had left.
Meanwhile, her hatred of humans grew by the day, but there are still conflicted feelings whenever she greets her human friends. She retreats to the forest more than ever now, one reason being so she would not have to see their faces as often.
Other:
"If only the snow would never stop falling, then perhaps it could bury all the humans for me."
Could a morph live among humans in secrecy, provided that they rarely shift forms / avoid social contact often?
I'm thinking of joining as a (Froslass?) morph, this founds cool. How many people do you think you are going to accept? And all generations of pokemon are fine, right?
Ah, although I was interested, I don't think I'll have time to join. Thanks for considering me anyways. Have fun.
Would there be still room for another? Another teenage character, perhaps?
Lilith observed the first set of students perform with interest. The orc and the fox-girl seemed to use a combination of the strength of their weapons and magic, reducing the dummies into useless timber. The gemstone boy dully finished his course seemingly without much difficulty as no blow by the dummies affected him much. Varren and the cat-boy employed some rather loud, fascinating looking Earth weapons, leaving an aroma of smoke in their wake. She felt a sense of awe at the destruction her peers managed on their first day. Surely, there was no way that she live up to that – to perform that impressively. Lilith glanced at Mr Fernis expectantly as the last of the melee, weapon-wielders, and firearm duo finished up their sessions.
As she heard the magic wielders get called up, she took a look at the students of the trio she was apparently grouped within: The ‘Asian’ boy with a rudimentary knowledge of humor, the meadow green fae draconian, and herself. She acknowledged Varren’s short words of encouragement to them with a nervous smile as she approached her section of the stage.
She inhaled a shaking breath as she anticipated the start of the first test of the year – there was no turning back now. Honestly, she constantly expected failure in a lot of things – and that would make it easier to accept it when it came, anyways. The thought lingered in her mind as she stood and faced toward the wooden figures that were currently not activated as of yet. She warily eyed the mannequins, knowing she absolutely should take use of the precious time that was left before they came for her.
She closed her eyes, an oddly peaceful expression on her face, although her mind was racing. She concentrated on her innate magic and guided a mental ‘thread’ across the expanse of the room, unsure if she should be glad or sad to sense somebody – no, somebodies – nearby. There were an unsettling number of presences in total that became apparent only to the still-standing girl on the stage. She took hold of four of the poor things – it would not be wise to take more and exert her too much. Dark figures began to materialize in front of her. Translucent, black jagged bits of ethereal nothingness pieced themselves together into varied shapes, three utterly indistinguishable, and the last being the smallest and vaguely humanoid. The faintly glowing figures floated silently above her head, awaiting a command. I wonder what they are thinking, if they can still think at all…
A whoosh of air was felt to her right, her eyes snapping open as she instinctively bounded away from the direction. The wood mannequins had begun to make their move, although sooner than she wished.
Destroy all wooden figures! Lilith channeled the blunt motive to each of the four spirits as she was able to nimbly sidestep another dummy. She began to trot away from the horde of dummies, hoping to keep her distance from as many of them as possible. As she turned, a dummy suddenly appeared behind her. Unable to move, she cringed as she prepared for the incoming blow, as a black bolt of energy intercepted the figure at the last second. The dummy fell with a thump, its wood eaten through and scorched, a foul flesh-like odor rising from its ‘wound’ rather than the expected scent of burnt timber. Magic performed by the dead sure had its fitting characteristics.
Alert, and suddenly determined to be rid of every last one of those dumb wooden dolls, she fed more of her magical reserves into her undead companions as a barrage of the majority of said targets began to rush toward her. She frantically weaved around and between the dummies as they surrounded her, wincing as some managed to slam into her.
The ghostly figures hovered above and about the scene, opening what looked like gaping mouths to let out balls of magic as they opened fire on the dummies. Lilith did her best to avoid contact with as many dummies as she could, while continuing to feed a little more of her magic to them throughout the time. The loyal souls had only one motive, and that was to protect their current master. What a sad existence.
In due time, Lilith stood in front of nothing but the fallen corpses of scorched dummies. Feeling dazed, she glanced around her and realized it was over. Letting out a relieved sigh, she began to make her way back to the group of students. She first stopped and turned, looking up at the four glowing blobs that came to float gently in front of her. “Thank you.” She murmured with a small smile before she released hold of them. She began to leave the stage, and it felt as if a weight were lifted from her mind as the ghostly figures faded away. She quickly took a seat at a bench, feeling slightly light headed as she caught her breath. The idea of sleep sounded very welcome.
~~~~~~
Lilith let out a slight yawn as she rushed herself to Class 1-Q's room the next morning, having heard the message that there was going to be some sort of 'assignment'. She plopped into the seat of a desk to the left of the podium in the front of the room. Looking up at the clock, it was exactly 8 AM, to her immense relief. It had taken slightly more effort to lift her head from the pillow that morning. Well, at least this time, the window blinds were closed at least. It must be an important meeting for both first years and apparent higher-year students to be summoned to the same room. She relaxed, sitting back in her chair and took a short swig from a small glass flask, its contents being easy to guess as they would smell foul to anyone but her. As she began pocketing the bottle, she looked up as she heard someone humming loudly as they entered the classroom. Nearly everyone was here already, though she had not really paid attention to who. Thinking back to the events of the first day, she chuckled as she found it unsurprising that Varren's greatest struggle, once again, were doors.
She mentally went over the mission assignment after the short speech was over. A labyrinth inhabited by unspecified hive minded monsters. The first thing she imagined were giant insects, or something at least physically similar to insects in appearance. How fascinating! She thought to herself, surprisingly feeling eager for the upcoming mission for a chance to see some new beasts. Unless one sliced her into pieces before she could look at them, which was likely.
Lilith glanced over to her right, at the boy who just finished his speech yawning in his seat next to her.
"Good morning to you too. Nice job with the presentation," she said with a warm smile. She had grown to be rather fond of the boy's presence, having been the only student who she had actually talked to.
As she heard the magic wielders get called up, she took a look at the students of the trio she was apparently grouped within: The ‘Asian’ boy with a rudimentary knowledge of humor, the meadow green fae draconian, and herself. She acknowledged Varren’s short words of encouragement to them with a nervous smile as she approached her section of the stage.
She inhaled a shaking breath as she anticipated the start of the first test of the year – there was no turning back now. Honestly, she constantly expected failure in a lot of things – and that would make it easier to accept it when it came, anyways. The thought lingered in her mind as she stood and faced toward the wooden figures that were currently not activated as of yet. She warily eyed the mannequins, knowing she absolutely should take use of the precious time that was left before they came for her.
She closed her eyes, an oddly peaceful expression on her face, although her mind was racing. She concentrated on her innate magic and guided a mental ‘thread’ across the expanse of the room, unsure if she should be glad or sad to sense somebody – no, somebodies – nearby. There were an unsettling number of presences in total that became apparent only to the still-standing girl on the stage. She took hold of four of the poor things – it would not be wise to take more and exert her too much. Dark figures began to materialize in front of her. Translucent, black jagged bits of ethereal nothingness pieced themselves together into varied shapes, three utterly indistinguishable, and the last being the smallest and vaguely humanoid. The faintly glowing figures floated silently above her head, awaiting a command. I wonder what they are thinking, if they can still think at all…
A whoosh of air was felt to her right, her eyes snapping open as she instinctively bounded away from the direction. The wood mannequins had begun to make their move, although sooner than she wished.
Destroy all wooden figures! Lilith channeled the blunt motive to each of the four spirits as she was able to nimbly sidestep another dummy. She began to trot away from the horde of dummies, hoping to keep her distance from as many of them as possible. As she turned, a dummy suddenly appeared behind her. Unable to move, she cringed as she prepared for the incoming blow, as a black bolt of energy intercepted the figure at the last second. The dummy fell with a thump, its wood eaten through and scorched, a foul flesh-like odor rising from its ‘wound’ rather than the expected scent of burnt timber. Magic performed by the dead sure had its fitting characteristics.
Alert, and suddenly determined to be rid of every last one of those dumb wooden dolls, she fed more of her magical reserves into her undead companions as a barrage of the majority of said targets began to rush toward her. She frantically weaved around and between the dummies as they surrounded her, wincing as some managed to slam into her.
The ghostly figures hovered above and about the scene, opening what looked like gaping mouths to let out balls of magic as they opened fire on the dummies. Lilith did her best to avoid contact with as many dummies as she could, while continuing to feed a little more of her magic to them throughout the time. The loyal souls had only one motive, and that was to protect their current master. What a sad existence.
In due time, Lilith stood in front of nothing but the fallen corpses of scorched dummies. Feeling dazed, she glanced around her and realized it was over. Letting out a relieved sigh, she began to make her way back to the group of students. She first stopped and turned, looking up at the four glowing blobs that came to float gently in front of her. “Thank you.” She murmured with a small smile before she released hold of them. She began to leave the stage, and it felt as if a weight were lifted from her mind as the ghostly figures faded away. She quickly took a seat at a bench, feeling slightly light headed as she caught her breath. The idea of sleep sounded very welcome.
~~~~~~
Lilith let out a slight yawn as she rushed herself to Class 1-Q's room the next morning, having heard the message that there was going to be some sort of 'assignment'. She plopped into the seat of a desk to the left of the podium in the front of the room. Looking up at the clock, it was exactly 8 AM, to her immense relief. It had taken slightly more effort to lift her head from the pillow that morning. Well, at least this time, the window blinds were closed at least. It must be an important meeting for both first years and apparent higher-year students to be summoned to the same room. She relaxed, sitting back in her chair and took a short swig from a small glass flask, its contents being easy to guess as they would smell foul to anyone but her. As she began pocketing the bottle, she looked up as she heard someone humming loudly as they entered the classroom. Nearly everyone was here already, though she had not really paid attention to who. Thinking back to the events of the first day, she chuckled as she found it unsurprising that Varren's greatest struggle, once again, were doors.
She mentally went over the mission assignment after the short speech was over. A labyrinth inhabited by unspecified hive minded monsters. The first thing she imagined were giant insects, or something at least physically similar to insects in appearance. How fascinating! She thought to herself, surprisingly feeling eager for the upcoming mission for a chance to see some new beasts. Unless one sliced her into pieces before she could look at them, which was likely.
Lilith glanced over to her right, at the boy who just finished his speech yawning in his seat next to her.
"Good morning to you too. Nice job with the presentation," she said with a warm smile. She had grown to be rather fond of the boy's presence, having been the only student who she had actually talked to.
/(double post D: )
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