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Sagishi rose from his comfy place of rest with a long yawn and some eye-rubbing. "Morning already? Damn." He pulled out one of his many trinkets, a small pocketwatch that seemed to glow unnaturally. "quarter t' seven... No way the teacher would be in class so early... Perfect." He dropped the pocketwatch lazily into the bag, before pulling the bag over his shoulder. He knew he was going to break open the corpse's bag, but decided his current plans took priority. As he left his tent, it melted back into flat earth, with the magical bag buried beneath, where no one could possibly think of finding it. "A'right, just gotta figure out which room is that bastard's." After asking a few staff and students in the dorm which room the 'crazy arse face' taught in, he confirmed it when a few of the answers matched.
He shook the doorknob, but it seemed to be locked shut. "Blast, that won't do at all. Lemme just..." He gripped the knob as he tampered with the insides, until a click came from the hole. He opened the door and then closed it behind him. The classroom was empty, much to his pleasure. "A'right... Step one, his entrance..." He grinned and formed a small bucket that was securely held above the door, filled with water, ice cold. "I can trigger this when he walks in, so the next step... I can't have it happen too soon, or he'll get too pissy wit' me... Where's my information sheet?" He dug through the teacher's desk and, sure enough, there was a page full of details about him. "This could use a few tweaks here 'nd there..." He grinned and altered the page, changing the ink into different places and shapes, changing what was printed on the paper. "A'right, how about the chair... Could use a built-in whoopee cushion, if ya ask me." He grinned, making change after change until he found something that really pleased him: today's textbook, even bookmarked to the lesson! He couldn't resist this opportunity, and altered some writing to his linking. "Couldn't 'ave wrote it better m'self!" He chuckled, before moving across the room to sit in one of the back corner chairs, furthest from the door.
"Now I just gotta--" He shut up immediately when someone came through the door, but relaxed to see it was another student. In fact, she was the one that was spewing fire all about in the fight that charred that one guy. She walked across the room to the window and sort of sat there quietly. Peeking back up from his hiding under the desk, he was even more relieved that she hadn't noticed him. He sat up, as if he was there the whole time and casually asked, "You're the one that cooked that guy to bloody ashes, right?" Likely catching her attention, he added, "Does that mean you're in this class too?" He decidedly kicked back in his chair, crossing his feet on top of his desk in a lazy position. "Is he an arse to the lot of you like he was to me, or am I jus' special?"
Yami woke from his resting place in a hole barely visible beneath a tree, and the first noise of the morning was his stomach rumbling from undernourishment. ("Right... I haven't eaten since early that morning, and I haven't been in the moonlight since...") He smiled faintly for just a moment, pleased at the natural feeling of his native language. He didn't particularly enjoy speaking - What did that boy call it? English? - English. However, it would be necessary here. So when alone, he could at least speak it to himself. ("Hikari is gonna kill me for this nonsense...") He frowned quietly. Was it really his fault though? It appeared as he walked into it, and there was no way he could have seen it beforehand. It was a simple misstep, ending in entirely unfair results. ("Still... If there's no known way back for the time being, I might as well get used to this place. What better way than to go out and hunt?") He climbed out of his hole, taking note of two other events going on nearby. One was thrashing about and causing ruckus, while the other was a more peaceful situation, with only the faint sound of flames.
A third scent caught his nostrils, though, and it was a slightly more familiar scent. It smelled very close too, in fact, it was no more than a few meters from his hiding hole! Yami looked to his new necklace before approaching the apparently sleeping figure with silent footsteps. "Hey, are you alright...? You..." He stopped speaking when the now awake girl opened her eye, which caught Yami a bit off guard. Green? It's the exact color of emerald... He thought for a mere moment, before speaking in his own tongue. ("You... You are a Wrathersian too...? A Lycan as well... I must not be the only one to have stumbled into this world.") He paused when another growl erupted from within. ("I could easily hunt for the two of us to eat, it will only take moments. I've learned a small bit of information about this place if you are interested, and I have this necklace that allows me to speak their language.") He smiled a bit. It was fortunate to him that another of his kind was here too. Being a lone stranger in such a bizarre place would not be very enjoyable.
Yami looked to the girl and chose to introduce himself. ("My name is Gin Yami, and I am the youngest prince of the Silver Clan. Might I ask who you are?")
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CHAPTER I,
Part VII:
"Unsettling Transition"
Part VII:
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Sagishi rose from his comfy place of rest with a long yawn and some eye-rubbing. "Morning already? Damn." He pulled out one of his many trinkets, a small pocketwatch that seemed to glow unnaturally. "quarter t' seven... No way the teacher would be in class so early... Perfect." He dropped the pocketwatch lazily into the bag, before pulling the bag over his shoulder. He knew he was going to break open the corpse's bag, but decided his current plans took priority. As he left his tent, it melted back into flat earth, with the magical bag buried beneath, where no one could possibly think of finding it. "A'right, just gotta figure out which room is that bastard's." After asking a few staff and students in the dorm which room the 'crazy arse face' taught in, he confirmed it when a few of the answers matched.
He shook the doorknob, but it seemed to be locked shut. "Blast, that won't do at all. Lemme just..." He gripped the knob as he tampered with the insides, until a click came from the hole. He opened the door and then closed it behind him. The classroom was empty, much to his pleasure. "A'right... Step one, his entrance..." He grinned and formed a small bucket that was securely held above the door, filled with water, ice cold. "I can trigger this when he walks in, so the next step... I can't have it happen too soon, or he'll get too pissy wit' me... Where's my information sheet?" He dug through the teacher's desk and, sure enough, there was a page full of details about him. "This could use a few tweaks here 'nd there..." He grinned and altered the page, changing the ink into different places and shapes, changing what was printed on the paper. "A'right, how about the chair... Could use a built-in whoopee cushion, if ya ask me." He grinned, making change after change until he found something that really pleased him: today's textbook, even bookmarked to the lesson! He couldn't resist this opportunity, and altered some writing to his linking. "Couldn't 'ave wrote it better m'self!" He chuckled, before moving across the room to sit in one of the back corner chairs, furthest from the door.
"Now I just gotta--" He shut up immediately when someone came through the door, but relaxed to see it was another student. In fact, she was the one that was spewing fire all about in the fight that charred that one guy. She walked across the room to the window and sort of sat there quietly. Peeking back up from his hiding under the desk, he was even more relieved that she hadn't noticed him. He sat up, as if he was there the whole time and casually asked, "You're the one that cooked that guy to bloody ashes, right?" Likely catching her attention, he added, "Does that mean you're in this class too?" He decidedly kicked back in his chair, crossing his feet on top of his desk in a lazy position. "Is he an arse to the lot of you like he was to me, or am I jus' special?"
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Yami woke from his resting place in a hole barely visible beneath a tree, and the first noise of the morning was his stomach rumbling from undernourishment. ("Right... I haven't eaten since early that morning, and I haven't been in the moonlight since...") He smiled faintly for just a moment, pleased at the natural feeling of his native language. He didn't particularly enjoy speaking - What did that boy call it? English? - English. However, it would be necessary here. So when alone, he could at least speak it to himself. ("Hikari is gonna kill me for this nonsense...") He frowned quietly. Was it really his fault though? It appeared as he walked into it, and there was no way he could have seen it beforehand. It was a simple misstep, ending in entirely unfair results. ("Still... If there's no known way back for the time being, I might as well get used to this place. What better way than to go out and hunt?") He climbed out of his hole, taking note of two other events going on nearby. One was thrashing about and causing ruckus, while the other was a more peaceful situation, with only the faint sound of flames.
A third scent caught his nostrils, though, and it was a slightly more familiar scent. It smelled very close too, in fact, it was no more than a few meters from his hiding hole! Yami looked to his new necklace before approaching the apparently sleeping figure with silent footsteps. "Hey, are you alright...? You..." He stopped speaking when the now awake girl opened her eye, which caught Yami a bit off guard. Green? It's the exact color of emerald... He thought for a mere moment, before speaking in his own tongue. ("You... You are a Wrathersian too...? A Lycan as well... I must not be the only one to have stumbled into this world.") He paused when another growl erupted from within. ("I could easily hunt for the two of us to eat, it will only take moments. I've learned a small bit of information about this place if you are interested, and I have this necklace that allows me to speak their language.") He smiled a bit. It was fortunate to him that another of his kind was here too. Being a lone stranger in such a bizarre place would not be very enjoyable.
Yami looked to the girl and chose to introduce himself. ("My name is Gin Yami, and I am the youngest prince of the Silver Clan. Might I ask who you are?")
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