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Old February 12th, 2014 (11:17 AM). Edited February 17th, 2014 by siiadams.
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Jason Barrett

Jason sat outside under the shade of the tree for who knows how long before he finally came to his senses. He felt stiff and a little drowsy, though he didn't remember falling asleep. Apparently the day had taken more out of him than he previously thought. As he stood and stretched, he looked around at the surrounding tranquility and noticed that there wasn't much going on around the campus. "Maybe there'll be some other activities to get involved in here, like parties or a dance or something," he thought as his mind imagined how the others he saw would dance. That entertained him a little as a smile crept across his face, but soon curiousity got the better of him and wondered where everyone else was. With a spring to his step and impromptu nap giving him more energy, Jason went back inside the building to explore.

He slowly perused the hallways, looking at the individual rooms and trying to remember where they were, making a map within his mind so he wouldn't get lost and be late next time. It took him a little time, but he slowly got used to the building and its features. He even saw what he thought were students walking around. He gave a slight wave to the students he saw, surprised by some reactions. A couple waved back, some nodded, one or two ignored him, and a group of three girls kinda giggled as he passed. On the whole, most didn't seem too eager to talk, but hopefully that'd change. "It looks like I may have to talk to some of these people myself if I want to have more friends," he thought, thinking back to talking with Nathan as they were searching for the infirmary.

Without realizing, he came to the door to the rec room, where he saw a few others he recognized from the classroom. However, he kinda froze in place instead of heading on in. He suddenly felt uncomfortable about being there and quickly walked away, heading down the hall again. "Next time..." he said to himself and soon got to the office. It quickly resurfaced from the back of his mind that he had no idea where he'd be staying or where his bag was. He quickly entered the office to find a female sitting behind a desk doing paperwork. He casually walked up to the desk, cleared his throat and said "Excuse me, miss?"

Boy, if looks could kill, Jason would be in the grave by now! The teacher shook her head and simply stated, "What do you want? I'm very busy!"

Jason shook his head, starting to get fed up with people's negative attitudes. If he's not careful, he could start getting one himself. "I simply need the key to my room. Jason Barrett."

Quick as a flash, the teacher called up his information on the computer and hit a few keystrokes, bringing another device to life. This one, however, simply ejected a small card similar to a hotel key. Scan and enter...easy as that. She pulled out the card and solemnly gave the card to him and went back to work. Jason took the key and started looking at it, noticing the number 214 printed on it. He looked at the machine that printed it out for a few seconds before hearing the teacher's voice again, "Need something else?" She looked almost ready to scream, so Jason simply said thanks for the key and walked out.

He soon got to the Platinum House and started looking for his room. In no time, he found the door to 214. He quickly scanned the card and entered his room, immediately seeing his bag on the bed. He smiled, grateful that he found his stuff, and started organizing the room. Soon, he was finished with getting his room straightened and was soon drowsy from all the activity. He decided to wait until tomorrow to look at the rec room. Who knows? He may come across someone to make friends with. With that thought playing across his mind, Jason changed into a sleeveless shirt and shorts and crawled into bed.
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Old February 19th, 2014 (08:28 PM).
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Sytano Morgan



"I'm not even going to bother. G'night, everyone." Sytano got up promptly and, with a flustered look, pushed in his chair and shook his head quietly. Prestigious institute, huh?

Not really leaving a good first impression.
He skipped out on the Lounge, heading straight for the cafeteria instead. A quick bite of a dinner Sytano couldn't remember left him tired and slightly annoyed. Since when did a prestigious institute mess up like that? He sighed. Maybe there was a new person in charge or something. He rubbed his wrist and spun on his heel to the dorms, not really that sure about what to do. He remembered entering what he had considered "his" room, but it probably wasn't first come first serve, was it?

He asked around, and was directed to a room 306. That wasn't really too far, so he left for the room promptly and sighed thankfully realizing that the room he had entered before was his room. He thought to himself; there was probably something he did to figure out this was his before, but whatever he did was clouded by a more important subject; sleep. He hadn't noted much at all, when he thought of it, just the fact that the name of the building he was in was named "Phoenix Nest." He yawned again and changed after a shower, crawling onto his bed tired and slightly cranky. His entire body felt full of wedges and stiff, but as he laid into the bed this all went away.

These beds were extremely comfortable, he had to give em' that.

Imari Anselmi



As Imari entered her room, got prepared for the next day and finally pulled up the covers, she reminded herself why she didn't conduct 24 hour business. Usually. Because no one in this school would be dumb enough to stay up that late. No customers, no profit.

And with this she happily went to sleep as did the other inhabitants of the Platinum House.
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Old February 20th, 2014 (10:35 AM).
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Yukio "Yuki" Higashi

Yukio found herself interacting more with the wildlife than the actual people in the school. Not so much interacting as much as watching squirrels skitter up trees and birds fly overhead with less cares than the ants below. The day had fleeted past and once where the sky was blue and bright it was now a beginning mixture of purples and oranges. It was beautiful, or so Yukio thought.

She rose from her place in the grass, flanked on either side by two young trees, and ran her hand along the length of one of her twin ponytails. She brought the strands of black between her fingers and stroked them as she walked back to her dormitories. During her walk she spotted other students and wondered what they were talking about, what they were doing, and where they were going.

All of the students were of a different background and it struck her that she might be the most extreme of those backgrounds as a transfer student from Japan. The thought both made her sullen and happy. Happy in the thought that she was possibly unique in that aspect and sullen in the thought that she was also a foreigner perhaps alone in a class of unique fellows.

She made to smile at one of the students that looked her way and even waved slightly as one of them waved to her. The small gesture of friendliness wiped the somber thoughts from her mind and she continued to her dorm unafflicted by them any longer.
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Old February 21st, 2014 (03:32 PM).
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Day 2: The First Day of Real Classes

Night came and went, and before long the sun emerged. The time is around 8 a.m. and a brief screech echoes across the campus. "Good morning students," a cheerful female voice resounded over the PA system. "We hope you had an exciting first day, because there's more to come.

"Third-years and fourth-years, make some friends quick. You're going to be pit against the other grade in five-man teams across the week. Any less and you're at a disadvantage unless you can... even the score, before your assigned fight. It doesn't really matter how many elements you've mastered if you don't have a team.

"Second-years and first-years have their own battles to win this week. The sophomores are going to be the first contenders in our Duo Duels, a tournament that tests how well you can work with others in a stressful environment, and the numbers increase as the year goes on until you're fighting an all-out war. Even the headmistress gets in on it a couple times a year.

The freshmen's turn will come over the weekend, since they're probably still battered from their entrance exams, heheh. All the freshmen classes will have demonstrations from older students and teachers about combining their elements. They'll have the rest of the week to get to know each other, and learn a few things in class.

"For everyone worried about school lunches, we have dedicated and studying chefs in charge of the cafeteria food. Don't be surprised to find a chocolate cake on the menu.

"That concludes the morning announcements. Enjoy homeroom.~"

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It's the start of a new day! Your character's have a plethora of activities that they can do before class starts. Here are just a few:
  • Go eat breakfast in the cafeteria.
  • Have a jog around school grounds.
  • Take a nice swim in the rec center pool.
  • Practice some magic in the gym.
  • Interact with some fellow classmates.
  • Kick your classmates' collective butts.
  • Be lazy and sleep in.
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Old February 23rd, 2014 (04:52 PM).
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A.J.



A.J. folded her card key into her wallet as she held the door to her dorm room open. "See you tomorrow, Vance," she said in a somewhat exhausted tone. She had spent the whole day exploring the grounds with Vance, and it had gotten pretty late before she had bothered to check the time. Was there a curfew? Probably. Well, if she had broken it, then oops. Too late for regrets, she supposed.

"'Night," Vance responded as he turned to go and find his own room.

Despite the fact that she was probably up later than she should have been, A.J. was content with the day. She had decided that she liked this school, or at least the physical aspect of it. It was pretty. She couldn't yet say if she liked the people or the teaching methods, but at least it was appealing to the eye if nothing else. She was pretty sure that she now had a decent picture of the layout of the school, as well, which could prove to be advantageous over some of the other Freshman.

She stepped into her room, closed the door, and dropped down onto the bed, not even bothering to change her clothes before she drifted off to sleep.

♋♋♋♋♋

As the sun shone through the window and disturbed Alma's slumber, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She sat up with a yawn and took a look in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, but she looked fine other than that. She got up, picked out some clothes for the day, showered, and readied herself for her second day of magic school.

She had the urge to say something like "Hogwarts, here I come!" but this school was no Hogwarts. It was too modern. And boring. That was a little disappointing, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She would just have to make the best with what she was given.

Right now she kind of felt like annoying some random students with a bit of wind.

She stepped outside and sat on a ledge near some trees on a hill. As some other students walked by below her, she would stir up random gusts of wind and send papers flying and ruin some hairdos. She mad sure to ruin the hairdos that looked like the person that they belonged to had spent hours perfecting them.

In other words, she was Satan this fine morning. She couldn't help but giggle as she watched the faces of some tortured souls seek out the source of the random gusts of wind. No one noticed her from her perch. No one other than Vance, at least, who walked up to her with a good idea of what she was up to.

"Ruining some days already?" he asked.

Alma smiled, biting her lower lip. "Yes," she said with a wry laugh.

Vance took a seat next to her and shared in her amusement.

A.J. decided that today was going to be a good day.
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Old February 24th, 2014 (05:41 AM).
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The torturous tones of the alarm clock that was set finally invaded Jason's eardrums and roused him from his slumber. As if he was in slow-motion, he rolled over and smacked the alarm clock buttons until it stopped the noise. He slowly sat up in bed, yawning and stretching, as the morning announcement played over the speakers. Jason was too far gone to pay attention to its message, though, so he ignored it and headed to the shower to wake up.

Soon enough, he was fully cleaned, dressed, and ready for his real first day! He grabbed his bag of supplies and headed out of the dorm and towards the building. Along the way, he saw a few students get papers and their hair blown around by a seemingly-random pattern of wind gusts. "No doubt some pranksters," he thought, shaking his head, "You can't go anywhere without meeting at least one." He avoided the tree and, upon entering the building, headed straight for the cafeteria. Thankfully he remembered where it was.

There didn't seem to be very many students inside, which kinda surprised Jason a bit, but soon saw the upside to this: "Well, I won't have to wait long for my breakfast, at least," he thought, smiling as he felt his stomach rumbling in response. He got in line and soon came out with a small breakfast tray consisting of bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, and a big glass of OJ. He went to the furthest table and sat in the corner where he could see everything around him while he ate. He slowly chewed his eggs as his mind started to wonder about what he'd do today in class.
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Old February 24th, 2014 (07:59 AM). Edited March 19th, 2014 by Impossiperiod.
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Yukio "Yuki" Higashi
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Yukio had slept soundly last night she awoke with the sun laughing from a pleasant dream. When she opened her eyes however, her mood plummeted. She wasn't at home as she was in the dream, she was at the Academy.

Now, she frowned into the mirror of her room's vanity and brushed her hair. The black strands slowly became smooth and shiny as she patiently coursed the brush through them. Her shower this morning had been awkward and thanks to her early waking she managed to snag a shower while it was empty, or if someone was there, she didn't notice them. That thought was a little scary and brought a shudder chilling down her spine. She brushed the thoughts from her head and placed the brush on the vanity's counter. From the draw she retrieved her hair ribbons, these ones mute gold in color. She fashioned her hair into two pony tails and laced them with the golden lengths of ribbon. Her hair was fashioned in the same way it was yesterday, and the day before when she was home. She felt she had too much hair to do anything else with it. The ponytails weren't that big for fear they'd look big and goofy if she put the entirety of her hair into two pigtails. Instead, the ponytails flanked her head and the rest of her hair rain down in a river of black down to her lower back.

She stood and pushed in the drawer before checking out her outfit. A loose white cotton blouse and a skirt of mute gold fabric -- the same as her hair ribbons -- followed by white stockings and dress shoes. Yukio smiled at her reflection and nodded, satisfied with her outfit and her looks for the day. However, the voice that suddenly overtook the air around her through the school's PA system caused her to jump in fright and suddenly she was reminded that she hadn't attended the first classes from yesterday. She assured herself that they were just introductory classes and that she missed nothing important yet she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that overcame her. Yukio pursed her lips and went for the door, breakfast would be needed and her stomach begged for it and her mind ached with the curiosity of what the cafeteria had in store for her.

Yukio crossed the campus briskly, waving to those that greeted her first and smiled to those that didn't. There were a lot of people around now, it wasn't hard to separate the seniors and juniors from the sophomores and freshmen. They were all confident and walked with an air of superiority. Not of arrogance but they knew what they were doing and where they were going. She became subconscious of the thought that she may look like a complete and utter newbie compared to them. She had no idea where she was going but the perking of a voice announcing they were hungry urged her to follow a party of people to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria hadn't been as filled as she had thought it would be. The line was short and a couple more people wasn't much of a wait. She filed into line behind the group of seniors whom she followed and waited for her turn to come up.

The smell of food was heavenly and foreign, all different smells of what she was used too. She gazed at the amount of food is disbelief. There was a large variety to choose from but one particular food caught her interest. It looked like a not yet finished okonomiyaki, the base was there of a flat cake-like saucer but it wasn't topped with anything. Yukio was confused but seeing as it was the only food that looked vaguely familiar she requested it and two of them were placed on her tray. Moving further down the line she acquired vegetables and fruits along with her dry stack of unfinished okonomiyaki.

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Old February 28th, 2014 (12:49 AM).
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After a fierce (and of course his first) fight Jack was not inclined to wake up any kind of early, and so it was only when a loud announcement echoed across the campus that his eyelids floated upwards. He sat up, stretched and looked around before stiffening a bit. Ugh I slept in my clothes last night. Jack dug through the main pocket of his biggest travel bag and went into the bathroom to shower without checking if Zane was awake yet. He started to sing an old song his dad always used to like. "Bongo bongo bongo I don't wanna leave the congo." But he stopped himself, besides the fact that Zane or someone else might hear him it felt like a rather silly song for someone his age to be singing, but it jumped into his head out of nowhere and got stuck. Jack came out wearing a long-sleeved gray polyester buttoned shirt with thin darker gray stripes crisscrossing horizontally and vertically across it, a pair of black jeans and some regular white socks before tossing the previous day's clothing into a hamper and slipping on his shoes. His hair was combed as best he could, but for the next few hours it would be curlier than it normally was like any other time it dried from being wet, but it didn't look bad, just different.

Jack almost shook Zane a bit to make sure he woke up, but on second thought he decided the Luxomancer could wake up on his own, it would be pretty ironic if a manipulator of light habitually slept in. He could always come back and check the room if he didn't see Zane at breakfast at all. He was impressed by the grandeur of the dorms again on his way out, they really didn't hold back on the dorms, it brought to mind the question of where they got their funding. During his stroll through the campus to find the cafeteria he was waylaid by a fairly strong wind that blew his already hard to control hair into a nonsensical level of curliness. It had come out of nowhere so suddenly and was just right to mess up his hair without knocking him over so he couldn't help looking around, after all they were at a school for magic users. It didn't take long to spot the girl laughing to her friend up on a hill and occasionally making small gestures, the wind sure didn't seem to bother her.

With his target acquired he walked a bit further away from the hill until he was out of the wind the girl seemed to be making and almost out of sight. When he felt he was at a good place he knelt down and pulled a small amount of iron and a few other minerals out of the ground and formed them into an ornate looking steel-toothed comb of sorts. He fiddled with the comb until his hair felt under control again and peeked back towards the girl and her friend, they were still there. The odds were plenty good that they either wouldn't care or would think someone was trying to kill them or very clumsy, but he was satisfied with his decision. Jack waited till the girl was looking at an angle too far from him to see him through her peripherals at that distance and hefted the comb like it was a spear before throwing it. He guided the comb as well as speeding it up with his ferrokinesis until the handle stabbed like a knife into the tree closest to her and turned casually to continue on his merry way.

Hopefully Jack had given the girl a decent scare but not one too bad, hell if she had any interest in it she could just keep the comb, it's colors weren't quite uniform considering the mixture of uniform but that could be a positive or a negative and overall it was pretty piece of metal. Come to think of it he hoped she did use the comb, he of course hadn't at any point been close enough to see her face clearly, but she had an absolutely beautiful head of hair, all the better that it was red.

After another minute or so of walking Jack asked a random passerby about the Cafeteria and found it in no time. He couldn't help looking around almost in awe, like everything else at Vale the cafeteria was big, beautiful, and expensive looking. He didn't have to wait in line long, but even if he had he wouldn't have noticed. He was occupying himself by flipping his favorite silver dollar in one hand, and using very small bursts of Ferrokinesis to make sure it landed on heads every time, but subtle enough that nobody could tell unless they already knew what his abilities were. The bit of not being noticeable was just a coincidence, but he had fun with it. When it was Jack's turn his eyes may as well have sparkled at the array of food he could choose from for how excited he looked. Oh my goodness... I would go to this school even if it was a boring regular school with a tuition for food like this, it seems like they have just about everything.

He ended up choosing a large helping of scrambled eggs with melted cheese, some toast and a bagel sliced in half with cream cheese spread on it's inner sides. After settling on an empty table so as not to bother anyone the eggs and toast were wolfed down rather quickly and the bagel was eaten slowly and casually, the best part of the meal to relax. Jack thought to himself that breakfast and lunch were the best parts of any school day for socializing, and having basically missed the first day of school he was probably behind in that department if nothing else. Halfway through the second piece of bagel he started scanning the room and locked on rather quickly to a girl who definitely stood out. Between the way she was dressed, her long twin tails and the green eyes that were a startling contrast to her raven-black hair, she was unique. He couldn't tell for sure but from her eyes he'd wager she was Asian, although he disappointed himself by not being able to pick out her country of origin. Everything about her is odd, but not in a bad way, I bet she has some interesting things to say.

Jack figured if she didn't want to talk to anyone or his approach seemed rude he would just apologize and walk away, nobody could criticize him for knowing when to back off. He made his way over to the table the girl was seated at. "Excuse me, would you mind if I shared your table? I know there's plenty of empty ones right now but I'm used to conversing during meals myself."
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Old March 14th, 2014 (08:33 PM). Edited March 19th, 2014 by Impossiperiod.
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Yukio "Yuki" Higashi and Jack Marrick
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Yukio poked at her plate with a fork. A pancake..? she thought as she looked at the dry patty with quizzicality. It looks like an okokonomiyaki... a bad one at that. She sighed and cut a piece off with her fork before stabbing it and bringing it to her mouth. She chewed the small portion patiently, hoping some kind of flavor besides the butter would come from it. It's not bad she continued. She swallowed and followed the doughy cake with a green grape. The juices from the grape brought relief to her now dry mouth and three more green orbs followed.

Yukio quickly lost interest in the pancake and instead munched on her grapes, looking around to the cafeteria as it filled up with the many different people at Vale. Then, she had a fright at the voice of a boy inquring about a seat at her table. Yukio looked to the blond, curly haired boy with her bright green eyes shining in fright.

"I-I-I don't mind," she stammered before hastily gesturing to an empty seat.

"Thank you." Jack replied with his most gracious smile. "Breakfast is always a bit more interesting with someone to talk to." He set his tray of food down on the table before sliding himself into the seat across from Yukio. "My name is Jack, may I ask yours?"

"Yukio Higashi," she answered, bowing her head as taught. She took in the boys appearance: curly hair, green eyes darker than hers, and handsome features. "A pleasure to meet you, Jack." The boy's apperance had frightened her but it was welcome all the same: eating breakfast alone had proved to be a toll on her mind with the constant probing of home where being alone wasn't as troublesome.

He hadn't been sure before, some kind of Asian definitely but he couldn't place it until she bowed. He didn't want to be rude by hazarding a guess and being wrong, but he recognized the courteous bow easily. "I must admit I was curious about where you're from, is there any chance you are Japanese?" Jack inquired, happy to have a conversation starter.

"I am," she answered, putting another grape into her mouth and chewing quietly. Once swallowed, she continued: "I'm from southern Japan." Yukio then tilted her head, looking to the boy. "What about you? Are you American?" With the blond hair and green eyes, Jack possessed the traits that often recognized with Americans and Yukio hadn't been around many in her life.

"Yeah, born and raised. Although my mother is from England and my father's father was born in Germany." Jack realized he had been completely ignoring his food and took a bite of eggs and a bite of toast, making sure to swallow before he continued. "Vale is... amazing, I've already seen such impressive magic here. If I may ask, what type of magic do you use?" He finished, expectant curiosity almost twinkling in his eyes.

Ingurando to Doitsu... she thought, letting her head rest in her hands now. Yukio found her mind trailing off to wondering what it was like in those countries -- England and Germany -- and why someone would want to leave them. She had heard stories of both places, and only good things.

Yukio blinked as she processed Jack's question after what had been a small pause. "I'm an aeromancer," she replied, smiling slightly and sitting up straight again. "What about you?"

She'd seemed distracted for a moment, but Jack wouldn't be the one to point it out, he was well aware how easily his own mind wandered. "Nothing quite so interesting I'm afraid, I'm just a ferromancer." He answered making one of the forks spin above his index finger almost like someone might do with a basketball. "I get to manipulate almost exclusively man-made things, but I make due."

Yukio frowned at the lack of Jack's enthusiasm in his element... if you could call it that. Ferromancing seemed so restricting to her. With aeromancing the possiblities were endless with what you could do with it and the air was literally everywhere making resources infinite. "I'm sure, if you're creative the amount you could do with it is more than what meets the eye." She paused. "It's what we're here for isn't it? To master our elements?" She smiled kindly and took another grape from its vine, plopping it into her mouth and biting down.

Jack stared at his plate for a moment and it hit him that he had sounded a bit more down than he intended. "You're completely right there, there is a lot I can do with it, and I really like metal. I guess it just feels a bit mundane sometimes compared to controlling one of the main elements that makes up the natural world." He smiled back at her when she mentioned learning more about magic. "Yeah, and I really can't wait to learn some more about magic, after all we're lucky to be here." He closed his statement with another happy bite of food.

She nodded in agreement. "Extremely," she stressed. "I wouldn't have ever thought I'd come here, a school where all the students are as magically capable as I am. I thought my training would only come from my grandmother." Yukio sighed, thinking of her family again. "She knew a lot but not enough to prepare or teach me all there is to know. I didn't even know you could learn more than one element. I learned that the hard way." She looked up to him and smiled. "My initiation fight almost singed my hair off," she said, stifling a giggle. "Soren-senpai is adept at both fire and air and Bariolage, my shield, couldn't take the heat, literally." She chuckled at her pun. "Soren was strong. I just hope that's me one day."

He listened to Yukio's account of her grandmother being her teacher closely to begin with, but when she mentioned Soren Jack leaned forward in his seat. "That's an amazing coincidence, I only just learned someone could control multiple elements myself yesterday, and from watching that Soren girl in a fight no less. She was a bada - she was really tough. My fire battle was pretty hard too, I got shot through the stomach... and stabbed through my roommate's shoulder. It got pretty intense, I'm glad Vale has people with healing magic or we would have both been out of it for a long time." He paused and poked his chin. "Come to think of it, I hope they have weaving or sowing spells too, my favorite shirt got completely wrecked in that sparring match." He finished with a light laugh of his own.

Yukio found herself laughing along with Jack. She had to stop herself with food so, she bit into her apple with a crisp crunch. "I don't think those kinds of spells exist, unfortunately," she said with a smile. "Is your shirt completely ruined? I could give it a look; my grandmother taught me some things about sewing."

"That would be great, I really like that shirt, I've always liked plaid." He looked at Yukio for a second and was reminded about part of why he found her interesting in the first place. "Speaking of which, your clothes look very well and deliberately made, are they from your home?"

"Thank you," Yukio said with an awkward smile, glancing over her outfit. "The blouse was made by my mother," she said, tugging on the fabric. "The skirt isn't, it's store bought but it's from Japan too."

"Nice. It looks good on you, your whole ensemble fits together really well. I mean I'm not all that knowledgable about fashion but it looks good." He added, finishing up his food at last and wiping his face with a napkin.

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Old March 16th, 2014 (02:14 PM). Edited March 16th, 2014 by Grif of Hearts.
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Violett Feurst-Shaw

Her eyes opened.

Woken by the cacophony of loud noises that flooded past her ears, an unsubtle blend of her alarm clock’s shriek, the cawing of a black bird, and the sounds of clumsy movement from just beside her bed, a young woman by the name of Violett stirred from her slumber. A sigh fell past her soft lips as her eyes adjusted to the morning light, an irritatingly bright gleam that she found only just bearable. Violett moved her head, trying to find some respite and hopefully a few more minutes of rest, but all it managed to do was spur her from her sleepy state even faster. Eventually she tried to move her arms, fighting the ache that came as her limbs protested, but by force of will she managed to throw the duvet cover off of herself, stretching her arms and legs as she lay flat upon the bed.

She glanced over to her bed-side table, focusing her vision on the tiny clock resting atop it. Red digital numbers flashed across the device, wailing like a startled infant and only silenced when Violett’s arm swung around, striking the snooze button with force. Finally she took note of the time; it read at 6:02am, just enough time for Violett to prepare herself if she were quick. As long as nothing stood between her and perfection, something that had not happened a single time in her life, then Violett’s first impression to her new classmates would be impeccable. This, to her, was vital.

Violett had forgotten that she was no longer shackled up in her own room in her family's house. This new home of hers, the Vale Institute of Magic, was a terrifying place that was brimming with magical energy. Violett could almost taste it. It was a magnificent building, that she could not deny, and her lodgings in the Phoenix’ Nest were immaculate. Strange, yes, but she had very little to complain about. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her toes gently touching the soft, scarlet red carpet. Violett sat up, spying the figure of another girl on the other side of the room through the black locks of hair that fell down her face. As much as she would have liked to have her own room, Violett had a roommate.

She was a pretty girl too with long auburn hair and large blue eyes. Although Violett had teasingly referred to the other girl under her breath as competition, she had made sure that the introduction to her new roommate had been nothing but smiles and compliments. She believed her tactic to have worked as, when the other girl turned to see Violett dragging herself out of bed, she smiled at her. They had exchanged names the evening before but Violett had scarcely been listening and so could not remember it. She thought that it might have started with an E. The other girl groaned, yawned, and stretched just afterwards as she made her way off of her bed, actions which Violett couldn't help but mimic.

Eventually Violett pushed herself up from her new bed, stretching one last time before her feet dragged her in the direction of the room's bathroom, her hands clutching her clothes for the day. The door was quickly locked by Violett the moment she stepped inside, followed by the sounds of the girl calling to her. “Don’t be too long or we’ll both be late!”

Violett couldn’t help but be reminded of her mother. She paid the words little heed though, perfectly willing to spend as long as it took her in the tiny bathroom. In the corner of the white tiled bathroom she had settled a few mirrors, angled to give her a perfect view of herself to apply make-up and fix her hair; she looked as if she had been dragged through a hedge. Violett, no matter how rushed she might be, was not going to ruin this one and only chance of making a good impression on her new classmates. More importantly, Violett was going to fix her raven hair. She spent some time analysing herself in the mirrors she had organised, quickly checking for any fresh blemishes she might have developed over the night. Thankfully she found none, blowing herself a kiss in the mirror as she pulled out a fresh towel to use.

“Hey,” called Violett’s roommate once more, knocking once on the door. “Did you hear me?”

Turning the handle of the shower and testing the temperature, making sure that it was almost scalding hot, Violett kept her lips sealed. She let the other girl’s knocking, which happened another two times, be drowned out by the pleasant sounds of running water as it fell and hit the base of the shower. The room quickly began to fill up with steam, fogging up the mirrors and warming Violett’s skin. She spent a moment to strip herself of clothes, tossing her pyjama top to the side and kicking the bottoms from her long legs. Violett gently stepped into the shower shortly after, revelling in the feeling of hot water against her skin.

Almost an hour later, Violett stumbled out from the steam-filled bathroom and back into the main room of her new lodgings. She had spent her time well, she thought, and was perfectly prepared for the day ahead of her. Her hair had been washed, brushed, and styled to perfection, a softly curled bob which made best use of Violett’s short hair. Her pyjamas had been replaced with a tight fitting pair of black jeans and a darker pair of black leather boots which came up to her knees, each with a shallow heel that gave Violett an extra inch and a half of height. She wore a white blouse, a few buttons near the collar undone, and a jet black pea coat over that which clung to her curves. Even Violett’s make-up had already been applied, mostly subtle touches and natural colours to accentuate her features but most notably the pale violet coloured lipstick that she was so fond of.

Violett was almost tackled by her roommate who pushed past her, slammed the door shut, and immediately ran her own shower. Rightly so, Violett thought. She was going to be late for classes if she didn’t hurry up. A smirk ran across her lips as it so often did, fiddling with the zip of her coat and pulling it up tight.

Quickly she gathered her things; school supplies that she had put neatly into her black satchel the night before, slinging the strap over her shoulder and pinning the case between her arm and her torso. Classes would not start yet, of course, but Violett would much rather have her things with her if she ever set out which she planned to. Glancing at her watch, Violett turned on her heel and moved towards the door of her room. She looked over her shoulder as she turned the handle.

See you at breakfast, hon!” she called to her roommate. “I’ll save you a seat.

Violett appeared in the institute’s cafeteria a few moments later, her heeled boots clapping against the floor and announcing her entrance. Her eyes lit up at the sights of the room the moment she stepped inside. People had flooded into the room, sitting down with their new friends and gossiping while feasting upon their breakfasts. Delightful looking food from fruits to cereals to cooked meats, all looking absolutely delicious. Violett licked her lips as she stepped further into the room towards the array of available food, intent on sating her appetite.

It was not an appetite for food, however. She selected herself a few pieces of fruit and a slice of toast lathered in honey before quickly examining the tables of students. She grinned, slowly sauntering up towards a table that had already been occupied by two people. One was a lanky man about Violett’s age, thick blond hair spilling from his head, and the other was a black haired girl a little younger than both of them. They had intrigued her, if only because their conversation seemed rather quaint. Violett bit her lip lightly, locking eyes with the blond haired man as she walked up to them and pulled up a seat.

She sat herself down beside the boy, positioned so that she was facing the dark haired girl. “Hope you don’t mind if I take a seat here,” Violett said, smiling.
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Old March 18th, 2014 (01:06 PM). Edited March 18th, 2014 by Lord Sephear.
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Jack Marrick and Violett Feurst-Shaw: The game begins.




Jack seemed to have made a good choice of table. Yukio was kind and definitely interesting, plus the offer to fix his favorite shirt didn't hurt either. He enjoyed talking to her and their idle chit-chat remained pleasant after he joined his food. He was about to bring up his curiosity on when breakfast time would be over when he heard tons of gasps and a bunch of muttering. It didn't take long to find the source of the disturbance, what had to be one of the most beautiful girls anybody there had ever seen strode into the cafeteria like she owned the place, somehow managing to make it seem accurate instead of arrogant. Every movement she made seemed measured to accentuate the rest of her as much as possible, people's eyes followed her all the way to the food line. Of course the real upset came when, instead of choosing her own table where people would surely flock to right away, she sauntered right up to their table and sat down right next to Jack.

He had no idea just why the girl had chosen their table but others must have thought something of it because he could feel angry and jealous stares burning into him from all throughout the cafeteria. Jack grew a bit self-conscious at all the looks and scooted away from the girl a bit both to give her room and to hopefully allay some of the jealousy directed at him. Violett, however, shimmied her chair just a little closer to Jack's to make up the difference. Awkwardly, Jack spoke. "Well, I certainly don't mind if Yukio doesn't. The more the merrier, I'm Jack, it's nice to meet you." His voice faltered for what felt like the first time in years for a moment at the end, but he still managed to sound pleasant and welcoming.

Violett smiled sweetly in response, holding out her hand to shake, although she performed the act with an elegance that made it look more as if she expected the boy beside her to kiss it instead. She glanced to the girl by the name of Yukio for only a second, giving the slightest nod of acknowledgement before focusing her undivided attentions back on Jack. She opened her lips to speak again.

"Violett Feurst-Shaw," she said, introducing herself to the party of two. Her accent was drawn out, accentuating every word with a flare caught half way between French and German, designed to intrigue and hopefully entice. Violett never broke eye contact with Jack, dark eyes locked with his. "A pleasure to meet such a handsome man, I'm sure."

Despite how much he enjoyed merely the sight of the creature in front of him, Jack couldn't help noticing that every single word Violett made seemed measured and thought out, much as her entrance had been. The way she sat next to him and seemed to direct her full focus on him, rather than be equally open to both himself and Yukio... What had he done to garner such a girl's attention? The way she put her hand out reminded him of men and women meeting in more formal scenes and he thought of kissing her hand for a moment like he'd seen but the whole thing wasn't quite what he'd call a fitting situation. He didn't need any more ire from the peanut gallery.

Jack took Violett's hand in his own and dipped his head in a slightly more formal gesture than a simple handshake. He still chose to forego kissing it. "The pleasure is all mine, your name suits you to a tee." He noticed he hadn't let go of her hand while speaking and let it slide out of his own grip. "I must say I'm not sure what brings such a beautiful girl to me of all places, I would expect you to be surrounded by a group of admirers somewhere right now." He said with a flawless smile, actually meaning every word and not appealing to her ego.

Enjoying the formal response that she got from Jack, Violett smirked. She ran her tongue across her lips, never once looking away from the boy. What surprised her most was how flirtacious he was being, a rather welcome act as far as Violett was concerned. She had already recieved a comment on her appearance, hopefully the first complement of many, and she feigned a blush. His forwardness had thrown her off for a moment, that she wouldn't deny, but it was all part of a game that she loved to play. It had no rules and no end goal but was filled with all the thrills under the sun. Better yet, Jack was more willing to accept her teases than Violett had ever imagined. She would enjoy this.

"Well, I don't know a single person in this whole school and I know everyone else is in the same position as I am. So, I thought, why not introduce myself to a complete stranger?" Violett leaned in a little closer to Jack, her voice a little hushed. "You never know where one stranger might take you."

Jack almost inched away from Violett when she leaned in, he wasn't prepared for the proximity or the smell of coconuts and other enticing scents. He didn't quite get what her game was, but after a second it hit him. A beautiful girl was getting close to him, and seemed to even be flirting with him, why not enjoy it, maybe even have some fun? He moved in a bit closer himself, lowering his own voice. "True, all the best fun comes from 'happy accidents' and it seems I've hit the jackpot."

Violett struggled not to burst out giggling. She could tell almost instantly that he had called her bluff; or that he would do in a few moments. He would know that Violett was playing him, doing anything she could to keep herself entertained, but this made it far more interesting because Jack seemed perfectly willing to play along. Violett had grown accustomed to those she flirted with falling head over heels for the act and barely fighting back. This would test her, she thought.

Keeping her face only a few inches away from Jack's, Violett spoke again. "I'm honoured you think of me in such high regard. It's rare to find someone quite so charming so easily. I always knew I had an eye for people."

He had to admit, she was one tempting lady. Now that Jack had his confidence in the situation he was tempted to just ask her out instead of keeping up the game, but it would be pointless as well as rude to do something like that right in front of someone else. "And what gorgeous eyes they are." He finished truthfully.

'What a cheap shot', Violett thought. Not as if that were a bad thing. If she had heard the same comment in a situation that felt less forced she might have blushed but instead her mouth curled into a soft smile, her eyelashes fluttered, and her gaze deepened. "Usually when someone's quite so amorous with me it's not my eyes they're interested in."

Jack shrugged. "Any real man can appreciate all the beauty someone's got to offer, I quite like looking into a woman's eyes. After all women tend to have such beautiful eyes, and voices for that matter. People don't pay enough attention to the finer details, like full, luscious lips." He made sure to stare right at Violett's for emphasis, leaning in just a bit closer like it was a game of nervous.

Violett's hand raised, pressing a finger softly on Jack's lips. She never moved her own body though, keeping the distance between their faces as slim as before. "And what about me? Do my 'finer details' entice you at all?" Her voice kept low and seductive as it had done throughout most of the conversation.

The first physical contact, on the one hand it meant he had gotten to her a little bit, on the other she had basically just put him into check. Jack slowly wrapped two of his own fingers around Violett's resting the embrace for a moment before gently pulling it off of his lip. "Well of course they do, I am a man after all. But sadly we are in public and I am a gentleman, so I must reign in my baser instincts, however strongly they may object."

That was all Violett needed. As amusing as Jack had been, he wasn't going to break like some others that Violett knew. That was a rare quality, she thought, and Violett wasn't willing to waste something so precious in a single sitting. Her soft smile twisted into a grin, her hand moving to cup Jack's cheek with delicate fingers for a moment. Violett chuckled softly, nails running across Jack's skin ever so slightly as her hand fell back to her side.

Violett turned in her seat, focusing more on her food now than she did Jack. She began to peel open an orange, humming a quiet tune to herself as she did so, and with two fingers she pulled out a segment of her orange and popped it into her mouth.

"What?" she asked, glancing up to Yukio on the other side of the table.

It seemed like it was over for now, he wouldn't call it winning but he'd held fast, he had a feeling that was more than most men Violett had chosen could say. Jack turned back to his tray just to find it empty, and to be alerted by his jerk stomach that he wasn't full, even less so after that encounter. It was as good a time as any to at least sate one appetite, besides it would give the goosebumps that were beginning to form on his arms time to fade.

He made eye contact with Yukio and mouthed "I'm sorry." He had probably just made himself look like some philandering jerk, which was strange considering he couldn't remember ever really doing much of any flirting in his life before. He would have to apologize to Yukio later and hope she forgave him for acting that way. Until then food was the simplest solution, so he made his way back through the line for a grilled-cheese sandwich and returned to the table to finish breakfast properly, with a full stomach.
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Old March 19th, 2014 (09:07 AM).
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Jack had proved to be interesting company and with the small talk and his accepting of Yukio's offer to sew and renew his favorite search, Yukio had thought she found a friend of the more polite alignment. The girl found joy in the conversation as they leapt from subject to subject on the smallest whims. She caught herself laughing too hard at puns and smiling too wide at unimportant stories. Still, it was nice to talk to someone, a friend.

However, the chattering of the cafeteria was interrupted by the gasps and eyes of many boys and girls as they fleeted to the cafeteria's doors that opened for a girl who's apparent beauty stunned all. Yukio, too, found herself watching the woman with eyes shining in curiosity and perhaps jealousy of the girl's admirers -- something Yukio knew, herself, wouldn't acquire due to her very average bodily features. All the aeromancer had going for her was her pretty face and round eyes with dulled in comparison to this immediate superstar of a girl.

Yukio followed the girl with her eyes, taking in her features and wishing them for herself. She forced herself to look away as the girl took her place in the lunch line; Yukio's eyes fell on Jack whose dark green orbs were seemingly entranced by the girl in the lunch line. There was a wave of self-consciousness that washed over Yukio and she let her eyes fall to her hands in her lap where they gripped one another stiffly.

The cluttering of a tray at her table caused her to look up to see the superstar of a girl at their table. Immediately Yukio's eyes went to Jack and watched as he scooted his chair away at the presence of the other girl only to have that girl scoot close to him once more. Jack spoke up, saying it was okay if Yukio herself didn't have a problem with it -- but she did yet she kept her voice reserved. Instead, she watched onward as the girl named Violett engaged the conversation with Jack. Violett's voice irked Yukio to an extreme and her flirtatious movements made Yukio's stomach knot and throat catch and she felt her own words disappear as her breath was held during Violett's intense leaning towards Jack.

Yukio knew her face probably resembled that of someone going to be sick and, in truth, she it. Her appetite had all but disappeared and her grapes seemed more like sour raisins and her apple, a rotten core, compared to how delicious they had been mere moments earlier. She felt small in the presence of Violett, both in ego and physical appearance.

It only grew worse as the conversation went on. Mention of Violett's 'finer details' turned her envy into anger and her hands balled into small fists. How she would kill to rip the air from the girl's lungs, if time and opportunity would allow. Yukio couldn't wrap her mind around why someone would intentionally flaunt their body around without shame. Where is her dignity! Yukio found herself shouting in her own mind. At that, she felt the air around her swirl as she tensed. Her own hair tossed up in the sudden gust but she stifled it with a sharp inhalation.

When Violett's attention turned towards her Yukio felt every muscle in her body turn rigid. Her eyes cutting from Violett to Jack as the boy mouthed his apology. Shove it Yukio replied mentally. Jack retrieved his tray and left the table, moving in the direction of the lunch line. Yukio took the moment to glower at Violett before standing, leaving her tray and moving towards the exit in heavy steps.

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Old March 19th, 2014 (07:01 PM). Edited March 21st, 2014 by DLMuerte.
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"Hrm." Sytano kept his head stuffed- figuratively- into his pillow in amusement. There was no way to describe the softness of it- it was a kind of luxury he didn't expect from, well, a dorm. In fact, he felt already that this had become more of his room than his own- until the PA turned on. This was a rude awakening, reminding him that this was just as much his room as Kristen Vale's. There was the mention of battles, firstly. He gulped. He needed to learn some offensive techniques, quick- or he could forget about those. Flame Trace wasn't going to provide him with anything, and at the moment Searing Path was completely and utterly useless in battle unless he could use it in a craftier way than it was meant to be used. He kept his eyes closed in thought, until...

"Chocolate cake."

And at this Sytano's eyes snapped open. It was cake. Cakes were close enough to pastries. He licked his lips expectantly. Then, who was to say they didn't have any pastries for breakfast? Pastries for breakfast, pastries for lunch, pastries for DINNER! He held back the eventual watering of his mouth and tried to contain himself. He didn't doubt the possibility that the cafeteria would hold- dare he say it- a danish. Or three. Or fifteen. He rolled on his back, figuring that he had enough self-control to know when he was overdoing it. He quickly got out of his sheets and folded them neatly before getting out and showering; after which he grabbed a bathrobe and tightened it around his waist.

He brushed his teeth quickly, and changed with a great deal of speed, not worrying much about anything, except maybe checking out his new novel. He looked to the side for a moment. Do they have a library here? They must, I would've noticed. He averted his gaze back to putting on his socks, before observing himself quickly. He was somewhat self conscious- a plaid red, buttoned shirt, khaki cargo pants, and fluffy slip-- I mean, white socks adorned with brown shoes. For the first day? He would survive. The second day, maybe, the third he wasn't so sure, but for the first day of classes nothing could go wrong.

He threw a red bag with just a sling over his shoulder, knowing the most it was going to do was help him if he got books... or not. Regardless, he opened the door and walked towards the cafeteria, hoping to eat something... like danishes. Seriously. You can't go wrong with danishes. He took out the novel he had been reading expectantly. Animal Farm, George Orwell; he was slightly embarrassed to say it was his first time reading it since he was reminded so many times of how others had read it in their English classes later on, but then again it wasn't like it was a book for dummies either. He furrowed his brow as he looked up towards the rest of the cafeteria, bought a raspberry-cheese danish [excitedly] along with bacon and milk, and turned to measure the atmosphere.

There was an attraction of the eyes of everyone towards this one chick going towards a blond guy. Hey wait, screw the blond guy, HELLO ladies; the girl was undeniably attractive, yet... dangerous. In a hot way. Mostly in a psychological sense; there was no way he'd survive with someone like... her. Damn. The novel nearly slipped out of his hand before he tightened his grip. He looked around quickly- he couldn't sit where she was, he'd be speechless, tripping over his words maybe... he needed to get to know who this girl was outside of direct interaction before ever confronting her. He sat down in front of someone else instead.

He bit down into his danish quickly and ate what had gotten into his mouth, before looking up at who he was sitting in front of. Two people, in fact. The thing that first called him out, of course, was the female with the red hair and the three clawed scar... from what? He didn't pay much attention to the scar, though. Moreover, he paid more attention to his own mannerisms, which were probably out of place. She was with someone else, but this is who Sytano just happened to be in front of... "Pardon me, I just needed somewhere to sit... Is it alright if I stay here?"


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"A Chance Encounter"
Alma Sophia Jones & Sytano Morgan
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A.J. & Sytano



When AJ had become bored terrorizing random students with her wind powers, she had gone with Vance to get some food from the cafeteria.

The food seemed alright, she supposed. She had never really had "school" food, but it seemed better than the muggle media usually showed it to be. So that was a plus.

She had been mindlessly talking with Vance when a strange kid suddenly sat down at their table. It had taken her a moment to notice, but she seemed to notice before the kid had even realized it himself. She stared at him blankly, wondering why he was here.

A moment later he looked up at her, and she noticed that one of the first things he glanced at was her scar.

But that was okay, because that was what everyone noticed about her first. She was used to it, even if she wasn't particularly content with it.

"Pardon me, I just needed somewhere to sit . . . is it alright if I stay here?" Alma blinked, expressionless. She remained silent as she examined the newcomer for a moment, no doubt making him feel awkward. He was a young boy, looking to be about fifteen or sixteen, with long dark hair that seemed to get in his face a lot.

"You seem to have already asserted yourself," AJ stated dryly when she finally chose to speak.

". . . I suppose I have." Sytano shrugged. "Well . . . I didn't want to sit at the center of attention, so I decided to sit here instead, simply put. Sorry if I intruded on anything between you two." He bit into his danish once again. ". . ." He wasn't really a fan of awkward silence. "So . . . ," He was bad at this. Already. Should I just introduce myself? "I'm Sytano," he finally said. This was going downhill fast, and she had only said seven words.

"Sytano," AJ repeated, committing the name to memory. "An interesting name." She set down the cinnamon bun that she had been holding, deciding how she would handle this situation. "I suppose you can sit here. I don't really care either way." She shrugged, turning to Vance. He shook his head, agreeing with her.

"I'm Alma, by the way. Most people just call me AJ. This is Vance," she said, nodding her head towards her companion. "He talks sometimes. He mostly just sits there and stares, though."

Vance elbowed her, giving her an unamused look. "Sometimes I bite, though, so maybe I'm not the best one to talk to, or make fun of," Vance stated jokingly, albeit in a sort of monotone that made it difficult to decipher.

AJ chuckled a bit. "Anyways, what's your story?" she asked Sytano.

"Me?" He shrugged. "I'm just a pyromancer who enjoys reading. Besides that . . . well, I'm a sucker for wine, if that means anything to you. It's not like I could ever get my hands on it here, even if I wanted to." He glanced at both of them, and grinned. "Would I be wrong in saying that you two already know each other well?" He suddenly became curious, but held back any questions for the moment. It'd be weird to suddenly be asking questions at the beginning of a conversation, as if he meant to interrogate them.

"Wine?" Alma questioned, eyeing the boy. "Aren't you a little young to be having any taste for wine?" She took a bite of her cinnamon bun, looking over Sytano once more. "Or is it some weird pyromancer thing? Alcohol, I mean?" She turned to Vance, looking for an answer.

Vance shrugged. "It'd be a secret that I'm unaware of."

She turned back to Sytano. "Well then, I guess you're just a young connoisseur of a more refined taste. Or perhaps just a drunk. Either way, I've never really taken a liking to any sort of alcoholic beverage." She finished the last bite of her food, pausing the conversation for a brief moment. "As for your question," she continued, "yes, we've known each other for a while."

"Raised together, actually," Vance supplied.

"Yep, in a little magic village high in the sky," AJ proceeded sarcastically.

"More like in the mountains, but close enough."

"What about you? Where're you from?" Alma asked.

Sytano decided not to mention the more specific reason he liked wine, nor that he didn't like wine as a beverage, simply because she had already moved the conversation along already. "Well . . . I moved a few times, but generally I stayed in Oklahoma. Me and my grandparents were the only ones who could use magic, and my parents never stayed around long enough for me to learn how good or bad they were."

He became sullen all of a sudden, biting into his danish before continuing. "Apparently, down in the Vale record-books, my relatives were . . . relatively bad at magic, to be honest. I mean, I'd love to say that my magic is great and all, but even being raised by mancers none of my spells is entirely tailored to be used in battle, bar one of them."

"Oklahoma," Alma repeated, sounding slightly distant. "Never saw that musical," she blinked, returning her focus to Sytano. "Don't know much about the actual place. I also don't really know what it's like to grow up in a non-magical community. Being raised around so many muggles? That'd just be . . . strange. At least, I would think it would be strange. Is it strange?"

Vance cleared his throat, drawing Sytano's attention to him briefly. "She calls non-magical people 'muggles,' by the way. She read a lot of Harry Potter when we were younger."

"And I don't mean to brag," Alma continued, ignoring Vance, "but my magic is pretty great." She hesitated a moment before bursting into quiet laughter. "Who am I kidding? I do want to brag. But in all honesty, my magic is mediocre at best. It was me overestimating myself that got me this scar."

There was another moment of silence, but this one was more drawn out and full of tension. That's what usually happened when anyone, including Alma, voiced the presence of her scar. "So don't ever go overestimating yourself, kid."

Sytano found it interesting that she had that scar due to her own power . . . in a really scary way. ". . . Don't worry. I learned that the hard way . . . in a way. It was more carelessness, really. Although, at the same time, that's how I got here, by almost burning down a forest." He thought for a moment. "And why're you calling me kid?" He smirked.

Alma's lashes fluttered a bit, a slightly bewildered look in her eyes. "I dunno, I just do that. I figured you were younger than me. But wait, you nearly burned down a forest? Explain?"

He raised an eyebrow at the sudden interest. He had expected a more nonchalant response . . . he probably just assumed that everyone there had some backstory similar to his. "Well, it was an accident during training what I consider to be the best spell I have. During that accident, I set a tree on fire, and since it was dry season the fire spread fast. It wasn't major, but it ended up on the local news. It was—like I said—a matter of being careless. That's all."

"Oh." Alma said, taking the tale into her memory. "Good thing it didn't actually ignite anything too large, I suppose." Alma liked forests. A lot. She didn't like the idea of one burning down, which is what had caused her interest to become piqued. She was glad that Sytano had managed to not kill a wonderful vista, at least. "In my experiences . . . well, I've never burned down anything. I'm an aeromancer. Vance here is the pyro, but he's more interested in making pretty colors than actually burning anything."

Vance gave her a narrow-eyed look. She ignored him. "The most damage I've done? Well, actually, I've done a lot of damage, now that I think about it. Nothing burned, though. I don't think. I hope not." She turned to Vance, sifting through her memories. "Did I ever accidentally set anything on fire?"

Vance shook his head. "I think the worst you've done is kind of destroyed everything with some mini hurricanes." He answered. "A lot better than burning a tree," he finished, rolling his eyes.

"Good!" AJ turned back to Sytano. "See? Never burned anything." She sounded a little too pleased, considering she'd probably done worse than burn a few things.

"Well, you are an aeromancer." He shrugged. "I wouldn't expect you to burn anything down . . . but mini hurricanes?" Maybe he was being a bit too gullible, but . . . "That's . . . too insane. I don't think I'll ever be able to do that, so kudos. The most I can do is make flames appear, really. It's pretty disappointing. People were betting against me going unconscious during the entrance battle!"

He leaned back in his chair. "I won the bet, but . . . it's still a huge letdown. Perhaps you never burned anything, but . . . ," He chuckled. "It's likely you have more power than I do at the moment."

AJ shrugged. "They weren't all that impressive, really. All I really accomplished was uprooting a few . . . trees." Alma frowned. "Moving on," she said, trying to forget the trauma of the horrible treeslaughter that she had committed. "Doesn't people 'betting against you going unconscious' and you winning the bet mean you actually went unconscious? Nice."

"Urm . . . ," He shifted uncomfortably. "I actually meant it the other way around, pardon. As in, I was betting against myself going unconscious. I still lost the battle, but I won the bet because I didn't go unconscious." He didn't mention it hurting—he didn't want to look worse than his track record was already making him look.

"Oh. That's . . . good? You lost, but at least you stayed awake long enough to see yourself lose." Wait, was that rude? That was probably rude. Oops. She had already said it, though, so there wasn't any taking it back. "But a loss is still experience, at least. Many times we learn more from losses than from victories." Successful save for the win. Smooth, Alma. You're one smart chica. You got the—Alma shook her head slightly, turning off her awkward mental monologue. "My best lessons came from losses, anyways."

"Yeah, I suppose. It was fun after all. Pyromancer against pyromancer, and apparently—like so many others I've encountered—this one was special. Apparently her family's surname is part of the cream of the crop. Of course, if she's the cream, I'm probably the dirt, but I suppose this doesn't really bother me much." He shrugged. "Although being dirt isn't a blessing, but . . . I can probably practice my way up."

"I guess being dirt would only be a blessing for a geomancer," AJ responded. She looked around, glancing back at the food line. "Now I want ice cream. Do you think they serve ice cream for breakfast?" She sat there, pondering this deep question. "Mmm, probably not. Oh well." She turned back to Sytano. "If you want, we could spar sometime. Could be good practice. It might be nice to see a pyromancer that doesn't just toss rainbows at me."

"I do not just toss rainbows!" Vance stated indignantly.

"Sure you don't, dear. Sure you don't." She patted Vance on the shoulder, jokingly pretending to console him. "So how 'bout it, Sytano? Sy? Tano? Syta? Ytano? You know, you have a fun name to play around with."

Tossing . . . rainbows? "Actually . . . sure!" He smiled. "Gladly. Part of me wants to say that I should learn other spells before sparring with you, but what's the worse that could happen? Anytime you'd like." He then thought for a moment about the flexibility of his name and the exploitation of said flexibility . . . interesting. ". . . Out of all of those, I think I like Syta the best, to be honest."

"Syta it is, then!" Alma said, clasping her hands together somewhat excitedly. "We could spar now, I suppose, but it might be better to wait until this afternoon? You think so?"

Sytano grinned. The excitement was contagious. "Yeah, that might be the better choice. Since we're supposed to eventually have battles in the afternoon—I think—we might as well make it a habit for battles to take place then, right?"

"Right!" AJ agreed, rising to her feet. "So then, meet at the fields after class?"

"Yup! For sure!" Sytano grinned.

"'Kay then, we'll be seeing you later." AJ waved good-bye as she turned to leave, dragging Vance behind her.

Sytano stretched and simply opened his novel where he left off, making sure he didn't bump into anyone and smiling, even though the grim mood of the book opposed his liveliness.
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Old March 24th, 2014 (03:06 PM).
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Jason finally finished his breakfast because of the distractions around him. He watched a small melodrama play out in front of him a couple of tables away. A japanese girl was sitting alone when a guy decided to sit with her. They were talking until some girl who enjoyed the attention of gawking guys made her way to the same table and started flirting with the guy, who then proceeded to flirt back. This angered the japanese girl, who almost seemed to storm out because of this. He hated to see someone get their feelings hurt from someone being so insensitive. Something inside told him to talk to the girl and see if he could help. However, his instinct told him to hold back and just see what happens. For now, though, he simply threw away his trash and passed by the "couple" as he walked out of the room.

Apparently it wasn't time for classes as Jason saw different students just milling about and talking to one another. With nothing else to do, maybe it was time to practice his skills. He quickly headed to the rec room and immediately noticed that it seemed empty. He headed to the neutral field within and set up a small target range for himself. He stood as far away as he could and conjured up his throwing star. Taking his time, he lined up his throws and worked on hitting the bullseye before he decided to increase the speed of his throws. He would continue this until interrupted by something, whether it be a classmate or an announcement for classes to begin.
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Old March 27th, 2014 (07:22 PM). Edited March 30th, 2014 by tenthcompanion.
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Bzzt~ Bzzt~ Bzzt~ The shrill sound of an alarm clock invaded Gwen's dreams and pulled her back into the world of the conscious. "Ugh..." She slapped the snooze button with the intention of going right back to sleep but the morning announcements had other plans. A cheery voice blared through the P.A. system and ruined whatever chance she had of falling asleep again. Groggily, she dragged herself out of bed and shuffled over to her private bathroom (sweet!), turning the knob in the shower. After all there was nothing like a nice, hot shower to wake you up in the morning. She let the invigorating warmth wash over her as she thought about her plans for the day. As per her parent's pleas, Gwen actually planned to attend all of her classes today. Until she determined if they were boring enough to skip or not, she figured it would be best to learn at least a little bit before ditching to practice her moves instead. Otherwise her day was pretty much free. Lots of time to check out the rec room and conquer Victory Road in Pokemon SoulSilver.

After about fifteen minutes Gwen hopped out of the shower and began picking out her outfit for the day. She wasn't particularly fashion-forward so her clothes consisted of a slightly baggy pair of jeans, an orange tank top and a lightweight brown zip-up hoodie that had cat ears poking up from the hood. As she was brushing her teeth, she powered up her Nintendo DS and loaded her saved game. Not surprisingly, 7:30 came around in the blink of an eye and Gwen found herself lying backwards on her bed, feet propped up against the headboard. "Oops," she thought, saving her game and sticking the handheld console into her sweater pocket. She grabbed her messenger bag off the floor, slipped into a pair of white converse and dashed down to the cafeteria for breakfast.

By the time she arrived the cafeteria was pretty packed so Gwen decided to just grab and apple and a granola bar before heading back out. She didn't really feel like being in a giant crowd right now. Instead, she wandered around campus until she found the entrance to the rec room and strolled in to see what it looked like. Tossing the skinny apple core, she pushed open one of the double doors and stared in awe at all the awesome stuff. The main area was full of couches, tvs, and... was that a Playstation she spied in the corner? To her right there was a sign leading the way to the indoor swimming pool, but what lie ahead was much more interesting. Gwen made her way into the huge battlefield and started bouncing up and down on her tiptoes in excitement. This. Was. Awesome! She couldn't wait to start practicing in here.

While she was staring into space and imagining her future battles in this room, Gwen failed to notice that there was another student already inside. A short distance away from her a boy was tossing throwing stars at far away targets.
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Old March 28th, 2014 (05:36 AM).
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Jason was getting faster and more accurate than before. Maybe this training was paying off better than he hoped. Maybe next time he'd get a victory in a battle instead of a draw. He was hoping to at least make a good impression on SOMEBODY in this school. The question was, though, who? No sooner had he thought about this that he was instantly aware of someone else nearby. He stopped in mid-throw and allowed his throwing star to dissipate before turning around to see...a new student that seemed to be very excited about something.

From what he could see of her, she was fairly cute but didn't seem to like to show it off. He saw her game system in her sweater pocket and silently made a note in his mind that she was a gamer. As he followed her gaze, it became clear that she saw the field he was on and was having far-away thoughts. It appeared that she wanted to use the field to practice too. He realized that he was almost staring at her and slightly bowed to her, smiling at this new arrival. "Hello, milady," he spoke to her, showing the chivalrous attitude that he was taught since childhood, "You must be new to the school. I am Jason Barrett."

As he finished his introduction, he slowly walked off the neutral field, allowing the targets to vanish as he came down to her level. He gestured to the field and asked, "Did you want to practice your magic, as well? Feel free to do so. I need to take a breather, anyways." Smiling and nodding to her, he was hoping that he was making a good first impression with her. He needed to make some friends here at this school anyways. Who knows? She may need one, too.
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Old March 28th, 2014 (02:50 PM).
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Zane Reav, Shion Igna, and Soren Kavanagh


Zane's morning had largely been uneventful, aside from the annoying morning announcement. He woke up, bed sheets strewn about. Within the first few moments that he had opened his eyes, he noticed that he was completely alone in the room. Jack's bed-like contraption stood near Zane, but Jack himself was nowhere to be seen. Zane looked around for a few moments before concluding that Jack must have already left. Quickly, Zane got up, took a shower, got dressed, and went down to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat.

The options available for breakfast were staggering, a gourmet arrangement of the finest quality. There were several dishes that Zane had never seen before, many of which he wanted to try, but ultimately didn't. No, he settled for a classic set of waffles, drenched in maple syrup. To pair off his food, he grabbed a nice cool glass of iced coffee, the perfect cool kid drink. Now with food and drink in tow, Zane needed a table to eat his waffles and drink his coffee. A nice, empty table was placed perfectly near the center of the cafeteria, somehow void of any students. It'd make a nice place for Zane to sit down and listen to the morning gossip. Zane placed his food down on the table, greedily rubbing his hands, anticipating the flavor of the maple soaked goodness. Then it dawned on Zane that he didn't have any silverware. With haste, Zane went back to get a fork, knife, and a napkin, because he isn't some savage barbarian.

While on his way back to his food, he caught a glimpse of a certain someone, Shion to be precise. She was sitting with some other girl, apparently having already made friends. A lovely idea popped into Zane's head at that point. He should move over to their table, and he can talk with them! Look at Einstein over here! Zane went back to his table, placed the silverware and napkin on his food tray, and carried his food and drink over to Shion and the other girl's table. Thanks to his general know-how of etiquette, Zane knew not to sit down without first seeing how the girls would react.

"Good morning, ladies. Do you mind if I have a seat?"

"Not at all!" the second girl exclaimed, gesturing for Zane to sit down while Shion took a chunk out of some waffles that were drenched in syrup.

"Nice to see you again, Shion," he started after taking care of greetings with her friend Soren. "I hope I'm not imposing."

"It's fine," she replied. "I've been meaning to talk to you. You heard the announcement, right?"

"Sorta, I only caught the bit about some tournament thing this weekend." He paused while placing his food and drink down, wondering what relevance it would have with them. "What about it?"

"We're supposed to team up with someone for it."

"And you mean to say that you'd like to work with me?" Shion nodded in response, taking another bite out of her waffles. "I guess that means we should put our match on hold, huh? Still, that does sound like a good idea. It wouldn't be hard for us to catch people off guard, or just scare them off."

Shion didn't seem like she enjoyed the intimidation factor, but they both knew it was a strategic move to get ahead.

As they finished their breakfast and until the first bell rang as a warning to get to class, Soren had been hitting Zane with questions about his magic, how he knew Shion, and teasing Shion for her attitude towards Zane. Afterwards, Zane and Shion parted ways with Soren, and headed to homeroom.



Eva Banks


It was a boring day, in the boring classroom, with the boring students, and the boring boredom for Eva. Some of the students were conversing among themselves, or playing games on their phones, or whatever they chose to do as the second bell signaled the start of class.

And half of these kids are nowhere in sight, she thought.

"Alright, ya brats," she declared as she stood from the teacher's seat, all the while smacking her bubble gum, "stay in your seats until I get back. Don't wreck anythin'; you'll get plenty'a chances ta hurt ya'selves after the demonstration." Eva promptly left the room, leaving the current and arriving students to their own devices as she looked through the halls.

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Old March 30th, 2014 (11:43 AM).
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"Hello, milady," Gwen snapped out of her daydreaming and turned in the direction of the male voice nearby. A tall boy with brownish-reddish hair was standing in the practice arena near a collection of small targets. She smiled a little at his use of the word 'milady'; it made him sound like a knight from one of her fantasy books. "You must be new to the school. I am Jason Barrett." He stepped off the field and the targets vanished behind him. Strange... they must have been magically produced. This Jason boy must have been practicing his metal or earth magic. She wasn't close enough to see whether the targets had been made of metal or stone.

"Hey," she smiled and introduced herself, "Nice to meet ya'. My name's Guinevere - er, I mean Gwen. Call me Gwen." After she had been accepted into Vale, she had decided not to use her full name anymore. Too many students at her previous school had made fun of her for it. Guinevere was the name of a beautiful and elegant fairytale queen, but... no one else seemed to see it that way. Still, she wasn't used to going by "Gwen" so she sometimes slipped up while introducing herself.

Jason gestured to the practice field, "Did you want to practice your magic, as well? Feel free to do so. I need to take a breather, anyways." She looked over at the now-empty arena in excitement. "Really? Cool, thanks!" Gwen half-walked, half-ran onto the field and stood there for a moment thinking of what to do next. After some consideration she decided to summon Excalibur and start working on her basic attack patterns. Extending her right arm out in front of her, a longsword made entirely of fire grew from her closed fist, the wisps of flame crackling audibly. She swung at the air a couple times, enjoying the exhilaration she always felt while spellcasting. Then... she had an idea. "Hey, Jason?" she turned to look at him, sword at her side. "Those targets that were here before - you made those, right? If you're not too tired, would you mind setting them up again? We could practice together."

Before he got the chance to respond, the sound of a bell chimed through the PA system in the rec room. "Aw, come on!" Gwen whined immaturely and swung Excalibur once more before letting it disappear from her hand. "Nevermind, I guess. Time for class." She sighed and began walking out of the rec room to her homeroom class. "Wanna head back to the main building?" She stopped beside Jason, not wanting to be rude and leave him behind.
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Old March 31st, 2014 (04:10 AM).
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Jason was pleased at Gwen's friendliness to him. Maybe this would work out just fine. As he stood there watching her, she created some sort of flaming sword which surprised him a little. "So she's a pyromancer," he thought, "as well as another sword combatant. Interesting." This went on until she made the offer for them to practice together. He simply froze at the question a little, not sure of how to respond. It would be nice to work together with someone (especially if they were as cute as her), but he never really worked with anyone before. His training was always solo. How would that work?

He was saved from having to respond to the question by a bell ringing. Seemed like class was finally ready to start. Gwen started to leave, but then doubled back to where he was, seemingly wanting to walk together. He nodded and smiled at this new development, "Sure, let's go." He walked with her to the main building, but stopped at the realization that no one was in the hallway. Did class start right away? Crap, he was late again! "Oh well...we might as well be fashionably late," he chuckled as he walked down the hall towards homeroom.

As they walked, Jason couldn't help but muse over her full name. "Guinevere," he said, thinking aloud, "Queen to the legendary King Arthur of Camelot. I wish I was named after someone as refined as that. All I can be named after is some machete-wielding psycho that wears a hockey mask." He smiled at the joke he made, hoping she'd at least smile at the attempt of being funny. They finally made it to homeroom and Jason, seeing there was no teacher around, quickly sat at an empty desk and waited.
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Old March 31st, 2014 (06:11 PM). Edited April 8th, 2014 by Songbird.
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Lesson #1: Don't Get Hit, and Hit Them Until They Die. In That Order.

Violett had known from the moment she had seen Yukio that the two were not going to get along if anything short of a miracle happened. They were far, far too different for a stable relationship to ever be accomplished. Yukio seemed like a quiet soul, the kind of girl to be perfectly happy having a calm, sensible conversation with her fellow classmates and move on to have a few calm, sensible friends that she would keep for her calm, sensible stay at the Vale Institute of Magic. It would all be considered a success as long as she didn’t draw too much attention to herself. Unfortunately for Violett, this represented everything that she was not, and that meant that Yukio would be incredibly fun to toy with. She couldn’t say she was surprised when Yukio left in a hurry the moment Jack turned his eyes away from her, looking as sour as if Violett had stood up and slapped her across the face.

A smirk creeping along her lips, Violett waved to Yukio as she left with a waggle of her fingers. She was tempted to call out one passing comment before Yukio left but decided it might be a little too antagonistic. So she stayed silent, her eyes darting across the cafeteria before finally laying back upon Jack as he returned to the table.

The confused Ferromancer rubbed his temple for a second, about to tell himself he couldn't believe he had acted like that, until he was reminded that he just had. Well... that happened. I guess it was just my day to be an idiot, and miss shapely everything didn't help. I'll have to track Yukio down and apologize when she's had time to cool off. When he slid back into his seat he noticed Violett looking at him again. "What?" He asked in a tone that was neither as flirtatious as before or as cold as he felt now before taking another bite of his food.

"Nothing," replied Violett, although she hadn't wiped away her teasing smile just yet. She looked Jack up and down, almost transfixed on him as he slowly sunk back into his seat. Those students who had kept an eye on Violett and Jack as they flirted were especially keen on how the conversation had developed and Violett could feel the eyes on her. "I just thought it'd be nice if we could talk for a while, sensibly. I felt like that girl you were talking to was terribly boring and a bit of a third wheel."

"Let me start my introduction again, if that's alright with you. My name is Violett Feurst-Shaw; I'm a new student as I suppose most people here are. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Jack huffed for a moment at the fact that she was still acting so cordial, but despite the fact that she seemed to enjoy it, it was his own responsibility for making Yukio angry. No reason to be a jerk. "I rather enjoyed talking to her, and after being so nice to me I think she deserved better. But I'm Jack Marrick, I got here yesterday but this is my real first day at Vale. It's nice to meet you Violett."

He dipped his head. "And... I must admit, your name is beautiful, I've never heard anything like it before." That would have to be the last compliment for a while, he didn't want her think he was still playing or, god forbid, that he liked her. He was still a little pissed off that she'd shown up at that table even if it was really his own fault he'd been an idiot.

Violett raised an eyebrow. Regardless of what Jack originally thought of Yukio, salvaging his first impression with her was almost impossible now. The younger girl was long gone, likely to never speak to Jack again. Violett didn't quite understand why Jack seemed so obsessed with her but letting the query play on her mind meant that she had lost this little game.

"Maybe she didn't deserve to leave in such an angry state but that was no fault of mine. I said nothing to provoke her but what is done is done. Regardless, Jack, charmed I'm sure. I hope we have the opportunity to enjoy each other's company over the course of the year. You seem like an intriguing individual," Violett replied. It was true, she wasn't entirely sure if Jack was being genuine with his compliments or simply trying to appeal to her better nature, but he seemed pleasant enough. She ran her tongue over her lips, speaking again. "But thank you. I appreciate the flattery."

While she opened her mouth to speak again, Violett found that the words were halted by a far louder bellow from across the room. Violett turned her head although she barely had a chance to analyse its source.

"Found ya!" a displeased voice cried. Violett felt a thick hand grab her arm and she was pulled right off her seat, barely able to maintain her composure. Tempted to lash out against her would-be attacker, Violett held back the gut reaction when she realised who had grabbed her. "The hell da ya think ye're doin' flirtin' after the bell!"

She was one of the institute's teachers.

Other students didn't seem to care, or did well to pretend as such, as they wrapped up their breakfast. They knew Eva was a fierce teacher and definitely the loudest. Many of them thought that it'd be best to keep their heads down around her, especially when the woman was on a warpath. The only teacher who could've been worse was Clayton, but that was because he sat around playing his guitar and singing country songs.

"Lazy ass cowboy betta be there when I get back," Eva spat. Before she absconded with her captive she turned to Jack who did little more than stare in shock. "An' you! Get ta class!"

Jack blinked for a second at Eva, wondering if she was really so aggressive, but after a few seconds of staring he realized she was the woman with the attitude problem who'd assigned him his room. Oh great, she's actually a teacher? Not just some lowly staff bi***? So first some pretty girl with an attention addiction shows up and helps me make myself look like a total tool and now this lady's the teacher... maybe I should just go straight to bed after class.

His apprehension didn't stop him from following Eva and Violett to class. Violett wasn't willing to be dragged along by the teacher despite her willingness to comply, instead slipping from the woman's grip and following behind just a little ahead of Jack. She turned her head back over her shoulder, looking at Jack.

"She seems charming," Violett said, just too quiet for Eva to hear.

"Absolutely enchanting," Jack added sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.

"I can hear ya, brats."

Jack just shrugged and continued on silently, running his mouth had gotten him enough grief that day already. Violett hadn't been quite so wounded by her own tongue but, understanding the risk that an angry teacher posed to her health, kept quiet. The pair of students followed Eva silently, weaving down the seemingly endless passages that composed the school. When Violett had heard about Vale she had expected some old castle nestled in the mountains, surrounded by mist and barely touched by civilisation. In fact it was the complete opposite, looking like some brand new and incredibly lavish office block... in the middle of a desert.

Violett and Jack arrived at homeroom a few moments later, almost forced into the room by Eva. "You," she aimed at Jack, "get ta yer seat." Then she turned to Violett, ordering her to stay up front by the board.

Their entrance into homeroom was loud and clumsy, many of the students turning their heads to spy on who had disturbed them, but they quickly silenced when they noticed Eva. Violett was accompanied at the front of the class by a cowboy-looking staff member and another student with long white hair. Magic seemed indiscriminate about its users, from grumpy chicks to cowboys and albinos. Jack noticed it to be the girl he saw fighting a geomancer yesterday. She couldn't have possibly been a freshman like he was.

Eva looked to the classroom as she took her seat at the teacher's desk once again, annoyed by the fact that some students still weren't in. Whatever. They didn't want to learn how to get stronger, it's not her fault. "Okay, brats, like the announcements earlier said, ye're gonna be learnin' about usin' two elements to make a new one. There are seven dual elements. Ye're learnin' about three today." She then pointed to the cowboy, presumably signalling that he'd be the one actually teaching the class instead of her.

Clayton glared at Eva. He was under the impression that he was only there to reel her in if she went on one of her many tirades. Why Kristen would ever hire such a foul-mouthed hothead was beyond Clayton’s grasp. Regardless, he had a job to do, even if it wasn’t the one he had planned on. He stood up and took a step towards the class, all while chewing on his trademark piece of wheat.

“Now look, th’ name’s Clayton, but for all a'y’all students, it’s Mr. Fields. Soren Kavanagh,” he gestured towards the albino, “is one of our third year students, and has been asked to assist in our demonstrations today. And I’m sure y’all have noticed the pretty new lass on my other side, too. Miss, would you please introduce yourself to your new classmates?”

Violett bowed her head as Fields motioned her to introduce herself. This was the first impression that Violett had been waiting all morning for. She fixed her jacket and brushed a lock of hair out of her face, finally taking a step forward and then presenting herself to the class. "My name is Violett Feurst-Shaw," she said. "Firstly I would like to apologise for my absence yesterday. Like many of you, though, this is my first year at Vale, and I'm very excited to be here. I hope to have a good time with you all."

She couldn't help but feel some déjà vu. She had said almost exactly the same thing to Jack a few moments prior when she was introducing herself. Violett took a step back once she had finished, glancing back at her teacher. "Thank you, mister Fields."

“Thank ya, Ms. Violett. Since introductions are over and Ms. Eva over here decided she didn’t want to actually teach her own class, I guess that means it’s up ta me. Now, before we begin, I’m sure y’all know about the five basic elements of fire, water, and, well, y’all know the rest. I’m a specialist in geomancy, but I’ve also got a talent for pyromancy that ain’t nothing to gawk at. So y’all might be wonderin’ what that means for this class, so let me explain it.

"There are three elements y’all are gonna be learnin’ about today: lightning, vapor, and magma, to be specific. Soren here is one of our best electromancers—might even be better than the lazy crud in the chair." If Eva wasn't playing on her phone, she might've yelled, but all she did was scoff at Clayton's claim. "I myself am handy with magma magic, and Ms. Violett, if my information is correct, is able to use vapor magic. This means she can control things like smoke and steam."

Having already prepared something of a demonstration, Violett pulled a pencil from her pocket. She held it by the graphite tip, perpendicular the ground, and in an instant it ignited. Flames wrapped around the object, smoke beginning to spill from the sides of it. Instead of rising and clouding at the ceiling, the smoke laced its way through the air towards Violett's free hand, darting between her fingers and slithering up her arm as if it had a mind of her own.

The heat that entrapped the pencil burned brighter until it had disintegrated entirely, leaving Violett's hand empty. Her performance had not stopped there though, every tiny piece of matter that had been reduced to smoke clouding around her hand, soon focused into a tiny fist-sized ball.

Then, with the same hand, Violett blew a kiss. A huge puff of vapour poured from her hand, vaguely heart-shaped and a clear white colour, weaving across the room by Violett's command. Manipulating with simple hand and eye movements the cloud struck Jack's chest, dissipating around him. Violett winked and gave a final bow, rather proud of her own performance.

It was at that moment Jack heard the bells toll in his head and knew he was doomed. Now there was almost no hope of redeeming himself for his earlier actions in the cafeteria. There wasn't even any way he could react right then to really save himself, so he simply leaned back in his chair and kept watching the lesson. All he could hope for was that some of his fellow students would be smart enough to see she was doing it for attention, not because she actually liked him. Either way more eyes would be focused on her than him. She was the pretty one after all.

Then came Soren's demonstration, fire circling around her arms and quickly sparking until it turned into light blue streaks of electricity. In a moment, it spread across her body and onto the ground, covering her in a force field that made everyone's hair stand on end, and even hers was going wild. There wasn't much either she or Clayton could do that wasn't dangerous, so the field of lightning surrounding her body shrunk into a tiny fireball in her hand before disappearing completely.

Clayton's turn came around. Stamping his foot on the ground, he kicked up a basketball-sized lump of dirt and stone from under the floor. Liquid fire started to spill from the core, pooling on the outside until the entire thing was made of lava. Then, just to show off, he grabbed it in his hands and took a nice, Texas-sized bite out of it. "Tastes like Ma's chili." He gave the class a toothy grin to hopefully get everyone relaxed for the actual lesson.

"Now," he continued, "if you haven't noticed, all of our dual elements are directly related to fire. Mine combines with Earth, Soren's mixes with Air magic, and Ms Violett here mixes Fire and Water. There are another four elements you're going to be learning about over the next coupl'a days, dependent on different combinations.

"Before we go back to regular lessons, does anyone have any questions?"
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Domingo Hernandez: A Life Not Entirely Left Behind


Domingo’s eyelids slowly lifted open as he lied down on his bed in silence. This was probably the most comfortable bed he’d ever slept on in his entire life. He lifted his hand in front of his face to examine it and saw the same hand as always rather than the burn-ridden hand he felt belonged in its place. This school was capable of unbelievable things, but he wasn’t sure if that was for better or worse. He stared at the hand a little longer before getting up from bed and moving to get dressed.

The clothes, black hoodie over a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans, were actually brand new as his initial set of clothing had been just about turned to ashes the day before. He couldn’t help but take another look at his hands. Nothing around him felt real. Not the fresh clothes on his back, the soft, marshmallowy bed, the computer he had spent much of the past night trying to figure out, or even his own, clean body. The only thing there that did feel real was the large block of stone from Mexico that sat in the middle of his room. He could barely remember the day he was found in that near-dead state, but apparently he had asked the school officials to bring that block with him. It was considered his luggage and brought, and now it sat there in his room. He had turned it into a makeshift sandbox that had crude, vaguely humanoid stone figures standing in it in what looked sort of like fighting poses. There was really no reason to have the block, considering the fact that he could use the abundance of stone outside if he really needed any, but he figured that if he brought it all this way he might as well do something with it while it was there.

As he slipped on his clothes, Domingo began to recall the previous day, when he was inexplicably set up to fight another student. “Hmph,” he chuckled lightly. What kind of school allowed students to fight each other, much less encouraged them to? He had never seen another mage, but he didn’t need to. The two stood at opposite corners of a caged battlefield. Domingo’s hands sat in his sand-filled pockets as he compressed the grains into a pair of stone spiked knuckles. He recklessly charged forward as his opponent spawned fire to surround their arms. The young boy shot his hands forward, a small bolt of fire shooting from the tip of each finger into Domingo’s chest.

They hurt, but not near as much as a bullet which would have torn through his flesh and ripped up his body. He had been in plenty of firefights, and a rule was that if you were hit in the open you didn’t stop moving or you died. This probably didn’t count as that sort of firefight, but he assumed that the same rule applied. Thus, he continued to charge forward, appearing unfazed by the attack. His opponent tried a new move, stepping back a few taking a deep breath before emitting a stream of flame from his mouth. Domingo was enveloped in searing heat that caused him to howl in pain. However, the caged field was small enough that Domingo didn’t have to suffer the flames for long before he reached his enemy with his mindless charge.

Mindless was a good word, as once he finally got close enough to dig his fist into his opponent’s gut, he seemed to lose himself. The blow left the boy gasping for air and, naturally, stopped the fire breath. An uppercut knocked the boy on his back, the knuckles leaving small puncture wounds under his chin. Domingo leapt onto him knees-first, feeling one of the the boy’s ribs fracture underneath. The boy wasn’t out of fight yet, as he retaliated by igniting himself, being consumed by a cloak of fire. Domingo smelled the familiar rank stench of burning flesh, this apparently being his own, as he did not get off the flaming boy. His fist crashed into the boy's jaw, firmly knocking it out of its place. The boy’s blood coated Domingo’s charred hand as he lifted it for another blow, but suddenly it stopped. Not by the will of Domingo, who wanted to mangle the boy’s face with a relentless assault, but by the hand of the supervising teacher. At the same time that control of Domingo’s body was taken, the flames of the boy underneath him died out, revealing the battered, teary face of the loser. The two boys were separated and immediately taken to the infirmary with Domingo being declared the winner.

It was only later that Domingo realized that the battle had burned off the hoodie he wore to hide his scarred and tattooed body, revealing it to everyone there. He wasn’t sure how much of him they could see through all the severe burns he had acquired, but it didn’t take much to establish that image. Hell, they probably didn’t even need to see the tattoos, as his actions in that fight were more than enough to stir a similar enough image in people to the one he wanted to avoid. He himself had sustained serious damage and was in treatment for a good deal of the day aside from simply struggling to get accustomed to his new surroundings, so he didn’t get a chance to see what perception the other students had of him. He supposed his first day of class would be a good enough chance to find out.

Domingo was brought back to the present when he put on his new pants and realized that they actually fit him properly. It was an interesting feeling after going so long with that freedom of his hips and waist that actually ended up just making it kind of hard to walk right more than anything. The hoodie and shirt weren’t anything very different, though, and he didn’t give them a second thought. Finally ready, he took one last look at his room before moving to exit the door. He immediately did a double take, his eyes this time focusing on the clock that was next to his bed. It occurred to him that since he usually woke up quite early, he simply assumed that today he had woken up early as well. Unfortunately this was not the case, as he now saw that he was incredibly late. Messing with the computer for so long and sleeping in such a comfortable bed were immediately recognized as the reason, but he was still late regardless of why.

Domingo grabbed the backpack that had been given to him by the school and ran straight to his assigned classroom. The massive building’s hallways were mostly empty with class having already been in session, so there wasn’t anything in his way as he sprinted through them. He reached homeroom surprisingly quickly and he burst in through the door, panting heavily from the trip there. In front of him was the man he assumed to be a teacher, biting into a ball of…lava? He wasn’t quite sure what to say to that or even what to think of it, so instead he just gave an almost sheepish grin before trying to quickly move to a desk at the back of the class.
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