The Riven Academy [Learning Roleplay]

[Loki]

Miki-taaaan: Wheee, OH MY GOD.

I'm getting lost in your long sign-up. ;A; Accepted. I don't know where to put you. >.< Sooo... Well... I guess I have to place everyone today, don't I? :// Well, we'll see once I finish placing everyone else. :<


Fallen Angel something of... whatever (Can I just call you Fallen?): Your history is... two lines long. ^^;; Pending Year 7 I'm sorry, but that's just not enough.

Edit-ching: Okay, we have a total of 12 RPer's.

My decisions:

Teachers:
Alter Ego
Iruka
Jyukai

Year 8:
Art_Critic_Cubone
Chibi-chan
Phanima (thank you thank you thank you, you are so awesome.)
Shaydeh
Zaiku

Year 7:
Chigiri
Fallen Angel Messiah_of Black Roses (sorry if I got that wrong)
Manaphy1128 (But you still need to add to your sign-up. History, and such.)
dreemxweever

If nobody has any opposing opinions, we can start. ^^

 

[dreemxweever]

Full Given Name: Vahn Ishozan
Nicknames (Optional): Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Vahn normally is one to strike everyone as the oddball, or the one that stands out like a sore thumb. Sometimes he can be normal and look like everyone else to blend in, but he feels the way he looks is the only way to bring himself out to people. Anyway, he stands about 6'2'' but he isn't usually the one standing. Thin Black hair coming down to his shoulders, highlighted red. His face shows age more than anything else, assuming everyone says his face looks like hes 25, but the rest younger. He has a long thin face stubbled by unshaved-ly-ness and icy blue eyes hidden underneath his hair that is almost always in front of his face. as for the rest of him, Vahn is extremely fit, but not muscular enough to look like an idiot. Wearing a black overcoat with a concealing collar around the neck, he wears either a black under shirt or a white one. As for pants, he's normally wearing (again) black, sometimes he may feel like he wants some chains. Vahn also wears a large pair of army boots.
On his finger he wears a ring that was given to him by his dying mother, on the inside of the ring "Fear Not The Darkness" is etched in. Around his neck Vahn has a necklace made by his former village's blacksmith. The necklace is made of Pewter and it has small sapphires engraved on the surface.

Personality: Vahn usually likes to keep to himself with no confrontation at all, but when things are going well, he can tend to warm up to certain people. Being extremely introverted, Vahn does not like people that can ramble on an on without stopping to take a breath, and tries to stay away from that as much as possible. Vahn is very arachnaphobic, for some very odd reason. He shot his friend in the leg once because there was a spider there. Being the person that he is and the past that he has, Vahn is not afraid of many things, but what is truley afraid of is seeing another person die. Like I said before, hes extremely quiet and to himself, so he may seem like he hates the world, but he just has the mere idea that the world hates him.

History: As a child, he was raised by his trainer, a monk named Gaza. Ever since he was 14, he had known no other life besides fighting what's wrong and helping what's right. But that awful time came when his father went into a psychotic break and killed his mother. The villagers did all they could to restrain him, but he was determined to kill her. Eventually he got the oppurtunity, and after that, Vahn had been traumatized. On her deathbed (the ground) his mother told him to never be afraid of death or dark and always fight for what he believed in, then she gave him the ring I mentioned earlier. After that, he lived in the village for a few months before leaving to train under the sage of Ice in a town not far from where he was then. He did so nd spent the next three years training and disiplining himself to learn the ways and the power of ice. learning everything he can about ice enchantment type magic, he felt that he learned all that he could and set out to this academy when he heard about it.

RP Sample: He walked toward the open desolent space before him. He had no idea what was inside, but his insane daredevil instinct told him to find out. Seth entered the doorway and felt an unexplained driplet of liquid drop onto his forhead.
Why the hell am I here? His subconcious mind was talking to him, Because Im an asset to this mission, because I can go where others can't with my mind. He was answering himself in his head. Oh god, Im going crazy.. talking to myself..He walked up the winding staircase that was in the center of the mansion, but what looked like to be a nuclear bomb shelter there was so much in the house. Seth had payed no attention to the driplet of liquid that was still running down his forhead, and he probably wouldnt have if he didnt rub it off and realize that it was red.
Seth spun around and looked at the wall that was above the door he waled in through, and there it was. A giant berserker feeding on a poor old man that had the misfourtune to walk into the house. The Berserker jumped off the wall and started to stalk him, sort of in a circle. Sssoooo... You've found me, eh? Doing the bad thing that I got cought for last time..Ssssss...The Berserker licked its lips and hissed. He was giant. Seth had seen him before. Black in color, looking like what just came out of a 6 year old's video game. But Seth knew this was no game...The Berserker wanted flesh, and apparently the old man hadn't had enough. Wait a sec, your Ssseth...aren't you? The young boy that can take folkss like uss and turn ussss in... He was talking to Seth inside of his head, torturing his mind. Yeah. Yeah, I am Seth, and you are gonna die if you don't tell me what Kat did with my sister. He said, knowing the Berserker would know something about Kat. Ohh.. so you heard about that, eh? Yess..I'm not sssupossed to ssay anything.. pity that...The Berserker was toying with him, in his own head. Seth had had about enough of it. Hey.. turn around Seth said to it, and stupidly enough, it tured around. Realizing it shouldn't have about a split second later, it turned back around only to find Seth standing there, Knife shoved in the Berserker's neck.
Well, that was satisfactory at the very least. Seth said to himself, wiping the blood off of his arm and dagger.

 

[JBCBlank]

could you save me a spot Jyukai, I'm also going to get Saint into this so save him a spot to, he needs this.

((I'll finish this when I'm at home.

**edit** I'm home!

Full Given Name: Laurence Maxamilion Foxworth (weird name...)
Nicknames (Optional): Wolfy
Gender: Male
Age: 21

Appearance: Wolfy, loves dark cloths, it compliments his violet eyes. Black shoulder length hair is kept somewhat in place by the array of rubber bands that he has collected, the total count of rubber bands so fare is 52 even though it doesn't look like it when you look at his strait soft hair. A deep Mediterranean tan and farmer's muscles really make accent the fact that he isn't rich, dirty nails show the fact that he works in his parent's corn field.
He enjoys portraying his samurai heretige by wearing black and silver samurai gloves, (gloves that reach his elbow but stops just above the fingers. they have a blood red dragon that stretches from his palm to his elbow.) The rest of his ansamble is fairly simple, Black skin tight, leather pants, with black combat boots that reach his knees. His shirt is always changing, no one knows how or why but he never has the same shirt on, (ever). His left shoulder and arm are covered by a black cloth, the reason being the Scar that runs the whole length of his arm, the story behind it is grotesque and he prefers not to talk about it, it pains him from time to time but not as much as the scar on his back, shaped like a dragon. The story behind this scar, he is not as ashamed to tell. He also carries a walking stick everywhere he goes, it's made of ebony with an Ivory snake curled around the top.

Personality: Dark, yet light. He's the nicest guy in the world until you ask about his past or his scar. This sudden change in personality is known to scare most and drive many away. Other then that he's full of smiles and always willing to help anyone who needs it. he's a bit dim at times, that only means that he's thinking of other things so people have to learn to not be offended if he doesn't answer right away. He loves animals and plants, and he hates anyone who doesn't respect nature as they should. Even though, he himself is known to kill things that don't need to die.

History: He was born not far from the school, in fact he lives just a hop and a skip away, his family farm provides most of the food that they serve. He grew up on the farm, just a normal kid a normal life, he didn't know he was different until some people from the academy started showing up asking his parents if they wanted him to go to the school. At first they refused saying that their boy was to important to leave, but he heard the tone with which they said it and he knew that there was something different about him. That night at the dinner table he asked his parents what was different at first they didn't answer but then when they told him he didn't understand, he had thought that everyone was just like him, He begged to go for he wanted other friends besides his dog Rufus and his cousins who only showed up every other year. So his parent's agreed and he is now going to the academy regularly, he lives at home since it's convenient even though he's not sure if he should for he longs to know what the school is like at night.

Other (Optional): Wanna know what makes him different? He's blind and mute. shhh it's a secret. I'm going to have his cousin Cloud fallowing him around, he needs an interpreter. I'll add Cloud's Sheet if it's nessesary

RP Sample:
Running his hands over the wall, Wolfy counts the tiles. 34 the same amount he had counted the day before, he turns as a sound catches his attention, a slight scurrying, a mouse or a small bird perhaps, he listens as the sound becomes desperate, the animal was stuck. He fallows the sound to the other side of the family barn, he had played in this barn ever since he was a boy he knew every board every tile, every speck of dust. he feared nothing, all he wanted to do now was satisfy this curiosity. When he reached the source of the sound, the creature had silenced felling his presence, since he could no longer hear it he inhaled as deep as he dared, the smell of hay burned his lungs yet he smelled that familiar musty oder that always accompanied a mouse. "There is no need to fear me little one." he says to the tiny animal that had started moving once again, knowing very well that it didn't understand him. Reaching forward he wraps his fingers around the furry animal. It's fur was so soft that it was like touching the silk sheets that his mother washed every week, he coos to it as he stands up placing it in his palm.

He notices then that his fingers were wet, bringing them to his face he sniffs them, blood... the poor mouse had been attacked. Most likely by his mothers cat, stroking the tiny being in his hand softly he
heads to the house were he had the tools needed to help tiny creators in pain. he knew that his mother would greatly object to a mouse in the house, taking the mouse in his left hand he allows the cloth that covered his scar to also cover the mouse. Entering the house he smells his mothers famous corn bread, and his mouth watered, the mouse in his hand sniffed the air. Walking quickly he passed the family room and headed up to his room, climbing the ladder with one hand was something he had mastered back when his scar was fresh. He heads to his bed and reaches under it, careful not to squash the mouse under his weight.

When he had gotten all of the things he needed he listens carefully, his dad was always coming up the ladder without him knowing it, when he was sure he was alone he places the mouse on the quilt and runs his index finger over it's entire body until he found the source of the blood. A large cut on the mouse's right hind leg, working fast he cleaned and bound the wound. when he was done he placed the mouse in a small cage were it would be safe until it got better. With a sigh he started putting all his stuff back in the box were he kept it, "you're mom's not going to be happy when she sees that you have a mouse in your room she'll kill you." a voice says next to Wolfy's ear, he drops the box in his hands with a start. "I'll get that."

Turning slightly pink Wolfy allows his cousin to clean up the mess made, "Thanks Cloud." he says as he takes the box, he knew his cousin's voice anywhere. "How long have you been in here?" he asks, he didn't know how Cloud was always able to sneak up on him.

"I was in here before you were." Cloud says placing a kind hand on his cousin's shoulder. "You're a real gentle soul Cuz, don't ever change." Cloud hugs his cousin, it was an honer to be the one accompanying his favorite cousin to the academy, he had to beat up five other cousin's to get the spot. "Let's get down stares before your mother figures out why you didn't come to dinner right away."

Together they walked over to the ladder and climbed down were Corn Bread, steak and steamed vegetables waited for them, Wolfy knew that the mouse would simply adore some of the food. He was also glad that his cousin shared his fondness for animals enough to not tell.


((there. um do I need to put Cloud's Sheet, I mean he's not a main char or nothin'?))
~JBCBlank

 

[Niwa]

Can I request a reservation until later tonight? Was away for a about a week so missed the start up of the RP xD;

 

[Loki]

Ho-kay, so I guess we're extending the sign-up date to tonight.

JBC, Saint of Hope, Niiiiwa-chan, please have your sign-ups finished by tonight. ^^

 

[typeZERO]

Full Given Name: Daisuke Sin Tawanari
Nicknames (Optional): Sin or Daiki

Gender:male
Age:15

Appearance: Daisuke has an athletic build at a height of 5'8". He doesn't have that much of muscle as some buff guys do , but he is one of the fastest in the athletic team at his old school. His legs are nice and strong , and the same with his own arms.

He has blood red eyes and Navy blue hair , giving him a mysterious but kind look at the same time when looked at. His teeth are nice and white , though his canine teeth really do represent what people call fangs. Blue stripes on his cheeks , three on each side , are what give him the most mysterious look. The stripes are in a pattern that start from the top to the bottom. The top one is the biggest , as it is cut off in the middle because it hits the beginning of his eye , and continues right after. The middle is medium sized , and the bottom is the shortest. His hair is nice and semi-spiky.

His upper body part physically consists of: A light six pack , a nice toned chest , and a large birthmark on his stomach that represents the Omega symbol. He wears a black t-shirt with an unzipped black hooded sweater on top. The vest has a shield with two swords crossed behind it that is split in half when unzipped. He wears a forehead protector also bearing the Omega symbol. It has cloth of a cool Navy blue color and the metal is a nice platinum.

He wears armlets on both of his arms , with a black diamond on the right arm and a white diamond on the left. His arms are nice and toned and not as muscular as you might think. He doesn't like being a buff guy that's why. (Has arms like Ichigo of Bleach.) His weight consists of a respectable 50kg.

Personality: He is very quiet around other people and isn't seen at many events that are really crowded. He dislikes having to speak in class , people who don't respect the dead , and non-athletic or non-physical classes. Despite his dislike of non-physical classes he is smart and always pays attention. He is a person who always pays his respects to the dead and takes it seriously when someone doesn't , though , only when they do something wrongful like break a gravestone or vandalizing a cemetery. He doesn't like getting attention so when he is chosen to speak in front of the class or when he has to do a vocal assignment he always has a glare in his eye. It's quite understandable by the rest of his friends.

He loves running and exercising a lot. Unlike lots of people he has a lot of endurance and speed that he uses to his advantage. He also loves fighting and dangerous stunts. He is very crazy and wild when it comes to fighting and he loves the excitement of a near death experience. And although it doesn't seem like it , he is into another thing: Girls. He is sometimes asked by girls if he would like to go out with them but he always turns them down because they're not his type.

Modest , daring , and friendly are also a few ways to describe him. He does what someone tells him to do , if it's alright. He is always reliable and is never the kind to have his mind off track. He doesn't care what happens , he'll always do something even if it harms him. He usually acts like this when someone is in trouble or if someone needs help. He can make a lot of friends if he wanted to , even if he is a quiet person. He doesn't have any bad qualities about him , and he would never try to hurt a person's feelings unless they seriously tick him off. He already has friends , but only two. They are known to hang out around the halls during lunch and are even seen laughing at rare moments. Something is always there for them to discuss and they never get tired of talking.

His strengths would probably be making friends , education (mainly history) , and the ability to not do what another person would do , like drink alcohol just because someone else did it and they say it's alright. Speaking of it he completely hates alcohol. He would never do what someone tells them to do unless it's an errand. That's another reason why he's a good kid.

His weakness is being short tempered. He always gets into a fight after one single insult that actually gets to his mind. He goes on an hour long rage that is so wild his two buddies , Sakura and Joshua , have to hold him back for that hour. When held down he goes on a silent rage and doesn't speak until he finally calms down.

History: (Just a general idea of your characters' life before the academy and maybe a word or two on why they chose the profession. Also, for certainly practical reasons I won't go into, the magically talented need to have lived in Riven at some point of time. It's an ethnic mish-mash, though, so origins may differ.)
Other (Optional): (Just in case there's something about your character that you didn't get to express above.)
RP Sample: (Pick a situation; any situation. Also, note that this field might just make the difference between Junior and Senior apprentice, so give it your best shot and write for all you're worth.)

Finish later Jyukai. Gotta get off.

 

[Loki]

Let's post sign-up updates in the designated thread JBC. That would be the OOC thread. If you'd delete your post, that'd be great. ^^

Omeg- I can't call you that, I'm sorry, but I've always associated that with... something else. Can I call you Envoy or something? Anyway, if you could finish your sign-up before tonight, that'd be great.

Also JBC, if Saint of Hope is going to join, he needs to do so before tonight. :< Just informing you. As for uh... the cousin, unless you're going to RP him as a character, you don't need a sign-up.

 

[Shadowfaith]

Finished my sign up now. Sorry it took so long. Been working for the last few days, non stop. Got to take a little peek at the thread, but nothing more.

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Okays...since Jyukai is indisposed for a currently unknown period of time and certain people are getting anxious - and since I promised to do an introductory type thing anyway - I'm very impudently kicking this off. Don't hate me, Jyukai; hate them. *Points at random people* =O

IC:

"Still no word?"

Even though the male's voice sounded leveled and calm there was just a hint of tension behind it, and Cecil knew very well that that was never a good sign. Despite his fierce appearance, Barian had proven himself not to be such a bad person, but he was also fiercely punctual and expected no less of anyone else - especially his colleagues.

"No, sir." the aide replied meekly, adjusting his horn-rimmed glasses nervously before wiping the sweat off on the light brown mop of hair covering his head, "Apparently miss Hikaru was called into a meeting with the disciplinary committee. Something about violating lesson protocol, sir."

Barian sighed irritably, flicking aside one of the countless bangs hanging over his face, "And Sanza?"

"I..." the aide flinched guiltily, casting his glance across the room in hopes of finding something to look at besides his superior's grim expression. Much to his dismay, there was very little to meet this need, however: Barian knew how to be ordered and practical to an extent that drew normal people mad, and his office reflected this; nothing but a simple wooden desk, a few equally plain chairs and a bookcase with folders and all the other paperwork that was required to keep the place running in a plain stone chamber - one of the few not to have been touched by the renovation project; not as much as a potted plant or personal photograph to lighten the mood. This was a place for business and business only, and Cecil knew he was avoiding it, "I...may have had a hand in that, sir." he admitted at last.

"How so?" Barian inquired flatly.

"Well..." the aide shuffled on his spot, "You see, sir, she was daring people to find something wrong with her hair, and..." he sighed, "I-I went and blurted out that she had missed a strand, sir."

"You..." Barian echoed monotonously, "Told Sanzatelane Coatl Erutenmine that there was something wrong with her?"

"Yes sir."

"When you knew that she was late already."

Cecil felt like sinking through the ground, "Sorry, sir; it was a slip of the tongue."

Barian sighed, "What, oh what am I going to do with you?" he asked rhetorically, shaking his head as he paced back and forth across the room. Well wasn't that just grand? It would take more than the force of a hundred elephants to tear Sanza away from a mirror if it got into her head that something about her wasn't perfect and if she was throwing a tantrum it could take hours. Just like that the student orientation group had shrunk to one member: him, and just when they had received a fresh batch of juniors too. Barian knew what that meant all too well: it meant that someone was required to give a speech, and he was now the only one available for the job. How convenient...Barian's eyes narrowed, too convenient. He may not have known the newest addition to their staff for long, but he had seen enough to know that this...Kiahi wasn't the kind to be held down against her will. The shapeshifter wouldn't have put it past her to have faked the meeting just to escape on one of her many treks around the campus. Heck, she could even have done it just to have a good laugh at the academy's most anti-social teacher holding a speech for the whole darn student body.

"Sir?" Cecil inquired cautiously, giving his superior a light tap on the shoulder to snap him out of his musings, "We've been holding this up for fifteen minutes already and the students are getting anxious."

Barian sighed in forfeit, "I know." he replied in a hollow voice. It seemed like he had no choice in the matter, something had to be done and it had to be done now; before he had a student riot on his hands, but he wouldn't forget this wrong in a hurry, "I'll do it." he remarked impassively, striding towards the door, "I take it, orientation is held in the main auditorium as usual?"

"Yes sir." Cecil replied, "Good luck. Oh, and sir?"

"What?" Barian inquired flatly, turning around in the doorway.

"You may want to wear this." the aide threw over a worn, gray overcoat, "How to say...the new students may find your scars a bit...unnerving."

Barian simply nodded in response, wordlessly slipping the coat on as he walked out of the room and into the hallway. Did they ever pick the wrong guy for the job. Kiahi would have been a far more natural choice - she was always so full of energy, and well-liked among the students too, and Sanza...well, at least she enjoyed being in the spotlight. But he...Barian scoffed, he was the creepy guy you skulked around and kept on good terms with just in case he might do something nasty; speaking in elaborate hellos and pretty nothings was not what he did. Still, he was now duty-bound to do this, goodness knew someone on the staff actually had to do their job.

'Alright then.' he told himself as he pushed open the small side-door that led to the auditorium, feeling the collective stares of everyone present as he stepped in front of the rows of seats, occupied by a collection of students all ages and social classes; some familiar and some new, all of them seeming dissolved into the big gray mass that was the academy's student body 'Let's try to keep this short.'. The auditorium itself was not that much different from most auditoriums of the world, occupied by a small stage with a lectern at Barian's end which was faced by rows upon rows of aligned seats, each of them with a retractable little table at the back for note-taking. The seats themselves were covered with turquoise carpeting, pleasant enough to accommodate longer sitting sessions but not comfortable enough for a nap, a set of stairs on each side and one at the middle splitting the seats into two columns.

Walking up behind the lectern, Barian turned his gaze over the crowd, giving them the usual piercing stare as he prepared a spell in his mind, quietly muttering its name for enhanced effect. This type of magic wasn't his strongest suit and considering that whispers were already going back and forth across the crowd he didn't want any mess-ups.

"Distortion art: voice of strength."

When he spoke up again, the sound of his voice had changed quite drastically, altering from a quiet mumble to a deep but clearly audible voice that resounded across the room, "Alright, settle down." he said impassively, "We are behind schedule so it would be in everyone's interest to sit down and stay quiet. For those of you who are new to this institution: I am Barian von Wemeren, resident master of transformation arts, and I have been assigned to be the speaker of this orientation session."


OOC: Okay peoples, here's the deal: everyone navigate your characters to the auditorium (located in the main building) within your first IC, possibly with some first impressions of the speaker if you feel like it; whether your character is already in the crowd when Barian arrives or barges in at the last minute to interrupt is up to you. Basically, I just want to see everyone in the same general area to begin with. :3

 

[Loki]

It was clear that today was not a good day. Screaming and screeching, the arrogant piece of puke that had dared to tell her that she'd missed something- anything at all, had set her off raving and in utter anguish. So she'd been a little frazzled that morning, what was it to him?? SO SHE MISSED A STRAND OF HER HAIR WHEN SHE'D BEEN FIXING IT EARLIER. WHAT WAS IT TO HIM?!?!? Staring intently at her reflection in the grandly embellished mirror, she looked positively furtive as she glared at her hair, as though daring it to look any less perfect. It was a full five minutes before she relaxed her tense muscles, bending back and away from the mirror with a smug smile.

"There now, doesn't that look so much-" She was cut off in her speech and stared blankly a strand of hair which dared slightly bend out of the smooth flow of her hair. It was then that a shriek that was comparable with a posessed banshee echoed throughout the room and the hallways around it, practically shattering the mirror until she finally simply yanked the rebellious strand out of her head and let it float peacefully to the ground. The minute it touched the cold marble tile a black heel came crashing down on it- once, twice, three times, four, five, until her stomping was so fast that her foot seemed a blur.

Once she was satisfied with it's destruction, Sanza straightened and huffed, brushing the rest of her hair off her shoulder and staring primly at the mirror, which was slightly off angle at her frenzied break-down minutes earlier.

"Perfect." Sanza stated, snapping her fingers for stylish effect, and finalizing her smug smile on her face once again, though without the shriek of utter frustration following it this time. She stalked proudly through the halls and though visibly shorter then practically everyone around her, Sanza bore the air of a very very imposing person who was about to take crap from anyone who wanted to continue breathing as a normal human being. This dark radiating aura followed behind her like a purple cloud of gloom and misery, though Sanza took no notice as she confidently strode into the main auditorium. Catching sight of Barian wearing that incredulously un-fashionable overcoat to hide his scars almost made Sanza burst into uncontrollable laughter. But such an action would surely muss her hair, thus, straightening at her place in the door she waved at Barian, as though mocking him. No, not 'as though'. She waved at Barian, fully aware that she was mocking him.

Sitting down on a recently vacated stool, she ignored the fact that whoever had left the spot empty might return, and crossed her right leg over her left, and folded her arms as she waited for the rest of Barian's speech. For once in her life, Sanza consented to sitting in the audience and simply radiating her beauty quietly, for Barian was about to make a speech, and Sanza wasn't exactly in a pish-posh mood after being insulted.

OOC: Did that make sense? :< I hope I didn't do anything wrong. Or like, envision the auditorium incorrectly...

 

[Đ a r κ]

"No, no, no, no!" Ven yelled as he sprinted around his room, looking for his socks which seemed to be playing hide and seek with him.

"No, I can't be late. This is my first year here and I don't want to start with a bad reputation...Where are you!?" He shouted at the ceiling as he plunged his head upward. As Ven brought his face down, he noticed something white sticking it's head out from under his bed. He moved like lightning towards the floor. He could tell it was a sock by it's curved front. He pulled it from under the still unmade bed and shook it as if he were trying to choke it.

"Good, now where is your evil little twin?" Ven asked as he scanned the rest of the room to find the sock that Ven now knew as the evil torturer. He looked but could not find any sign of the other sock. He was very close to giving up on his search.

"This is really bad. If I go with only one sock on, i'll look like a weirdo and if I go without socks, i'll still look stupid. Aw man, this is horrible." Ven moaned as he sat on his bed with his head hanging down from his neck. As Ven sat down on the bed, his body weight pulled the blanket towards the center which uncovered Ven's second missing sock. Ven looked and his eyes almost fell out of their sockets as he noticed the sock.

"YAHOO!" Ven shouted as he grabbed the sock and jumped on the bed, making it even messier than it first was. Ven quickly shoved his feet into each sock, almost creating a hole in them and jumped right in to his shoes which he was grateful, could not hide on or under the bed. As Ven ran out of his room fully dressed and ready for the introductory, he grabbed his headband which was lying on his drawr which held his clothes. He wrapped it around his head as he walked out the door, while still tieing the headband he noticed two junior girls pass in front of him.

"Hey, that must be the loud mouth we just heard, hahaha." They whispered as they passed by, staring and giggling at Ven.

"Aw man, looks like I have a new nickname...Loud Mouth. I wonder how fast that'll spread? Well, at lest I won't embarrass myself any more, now that I have my socks." Ven said as he tried to lift his own spirits while running down to the auditorium where the introductory was being held. As he approached the entry door, he silently opened them and quietly walked to a vacant seat.

"I hope i'm not stealing someone's seat. No, I guess it's fine. Then again, they might be seniors...Well, they wouldn't start anything with the introductory taking place so I guess it's fine." Ven began his fight with himself like always as he sat down. People had began to look strangely at Ven because while he was arguing with himself, his body had been also choosing either to sit or stand which made him look as if he were dancing or trying to at least.

 

[JBCBlank]

((Yay I'm really glad that not much happened I was afraid I was going to have to read like 10 posts. ok let's get my boys in here *cracks fingers*.))

"Late our first day... how can we be late our fist day!?" Cloud shouted right in his cousin's ear. Wolfy only closed his deep violet eyes smiling as he leaned on his walking stick. A cool breeze blew his hair to the side, nothing his cousin could say about being late could bother him, he was going to the academy, his happiness was so strong that not even his mother could bruise it. "It's your fault you know. you and that mouse."

Stopping suddenly Wolfy turned to where his cousin's voice had radiated from, opening his useless eyes he gave his cousin a glassy stair, even though he couldn't see Cloud, Wolfy knew that his cousin was shifting his weight uncomfortably, the sound of shifting dirt was unmistakable, you're only here because of me. he signs leaning his walking stick against his chest so that he could use both hands, And besides you were the one who just had to have my mother remake breakfast.

"You guys know that I'm..." Cloud's voice trailed off, "your right your right, I shouldn't blame you for my bing picky." He sighs then places his hand on his cousin's shoulder, "Let's get inside before we get in trouble."

Wolfy nods, He loved his cousin and knew how he acted when he didn't get what he wanted, being a vegetarian seemed to have changed him more then the family anticipated. Wolfy and Cloud continued walking threw the courtyard towards the auditorium where they could hear the majority of the voices. Wolfy wondered what the grounds looked like as they walked over cool soft grass. Cloud he signed stopping so suddenly that it took Cloud a few steps to notice that he no longer was accompanied.

"What's wrong Wolfy?" Cloud asks taking two steps back towards his cousin.

Do you think they'll accept me?

"Of course they will, and if they don't I'll make them." Cloud joked, making Wolfy smile. "Don't worry so much, we have each other isn't that all that matters?"

I guess. is all that Wolfy signed before starting to walk again, Cloud keep a hand on his cousin's shoulder as they transitioned from grass to a laden path, the stones under his feet were hard yet soft, and they smelt musty overpowering the smell of the fresh grass, Limestone. he signs to Cloud.

"Right cuz, Limestone. Clean white-" He stops suddenly, "Sorry, I forgot you don't know what color's really are." there was the unmistakable ring of Pity in his voice.

Wolfy's grip on his walking stick tightened, he hatted being reminded that he was so different, he knew he was of course. He just hated hearing it, Don't worry about it Cloud. he signs walking away from his cousin, fallowing the sound of voices.

Cloud stood behind watching Wolfy walk, he knew his cousin was mad. He wished that there was something that could be done, such a sweet person shouldn't have to live without knowing the beauty around him. "Wait up Wolfy." Cloud called trying hard to keep his voice from cracking, when he caught up with him he was really glad that Wolfy couldn't see him crying.

Wolfy knew however, the smell of tears hit him like a punch in the face, he didn't mention it however, he knew that his cousin was sensitive about it. A voice had caught his attention and he was concentrating on it, the voice distinguished it's self as Barian von Wemeren, the master of transformation arts. Placing his hand on Cloud's shoulder, Cloud takes Wolfy's hand off his shoulder and holds it in his own, "Stairs. Up, three of them." Cloud says pulling Wolfy along. Wolfy managed the stairs then walked threw the doorway into a room filled with people, the smell of perfumed, and some, unbated people collided with the smell of the oak wood that made up the walls. Voices drowned out Cloud's rhythmic breathing, Wolfy squeezed Cloud's hand he was starting to panic slightly, to many smells so many sounds. It was so unlike back home where the sound of a pin dropping could be heard from clear across the house. Cloud allows his Cousin to cling to him, he understood what he was going threw, he didn't like all the people he could see much less smell and hear. "I'm sure they'll quite down soon." Cloud said as calmly as he could trying to comfort his confused cousin. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. he thinks as people started to quiet down, Cloud stayed close to the door holding his cousin against him. He may have been younger then Wolfy but he was taller and looked older.

Wolfy calmed down when the speaker continued, he didn't listen however he just tried to get a feel for the room. By the echo he could tell it was large, by the warmth, it was closed and well lit. Handing his walking stick to Cloud he places both hands on the wall, the wall was warm and the wood was clean, at eye level a soft cloth wrapped, what he assumed, must have been the whole run of the wall. Fallowing it he hoped that no one was watching him, for if they were they would ask questions or worse whisper. His overcoat catches on a loose nail that jutted from the wall with a loud Ripping sound. Standing completely still Wolfy listens, hoping that no one had heard the sound of ripping cloth, luckily no such whispers could be heard he did however catch one girl giving her friend her new phone number and placed the number in his memory.

Reaching down fallowing the rim of his coat he finds the nail and unhooks it, he runs his fingers over the new hole in the leather, dad's not going to like that I riped his coat. he thinks to himself. His father had only let him take the coat because it was cold, the smell of close perfume catches his attention and he notices that he was standing right in front of someone, not just someone but a woman. A woman with recently moistened hair and new clean cloths. With what he could smell and hear he concluded that he was standing before a woman who cared a lot about her looks, stepping back he trips over the back of his father's coat and ends up on the floor in a very strange sitting type possession. Rubbing his backside he tries not to look towards the woman, hopping beyond hope that she wouldn't notice that he wasn't looking at her because he couldn't' see her.

Cloud saw what had happened and came to his cousin's aid, "Are you OK Wolfy?" he asks ignoring the woman who sat in the stool before him. Wolfy only nods, he was embarrassed not the best first impression to give anyone much less a woman such as this.

 

[Chibi-chan]

"I hope it's started now, I mean seriously..." Giving an irritated sigh, Illyabera continued brushing her hair while glancing angrily towards the mirror above the sink in the area of her dorm. She'd been waiting for what; about an hour, sitting on stupid stool for the same introductory speech she'd heard a year ago. After the first forty-five minutes, she'd gone up to the girl's bathroom to groom herself to pass the time. It was stupid; she'd rather be back home enchanting something to show Elli and Hisui, or just sleeping in. Putting her brush down on the sink she exhaled. But then again, what would Duke Evanguard think of her then? If she was going to make him proud, she'd have to give it the extra effort; even if that meant waiting an hour to listen to some boring teacher, attempting not to scare the already frightened little juniors...they'd find out eventually how things worked here. A sudden opening of the main bathroom door produced a timid looking redhead of around her age.

"Illya! You just said you needed to borrow my brush for a second..." Placing the brush on the sink with a less than gentle movement, Illya turned towards the girl.

"Could you wait a second? Do you need it at this very moment?"

"Well, n-no but I'd like to get everything back into my room before Mr. Wemeren begins to talk." Illya cocked her head, her brown eyes focused on the girl.

"Eh?"

"Yeah, the orayatorial...thing is starting soon so-" The redhead gave a small noise of surprise as the brush was thrust at her and the door opened as Illya ran past. They couldn't have already started! Right when she'd left! And of all the teachers it had to be Mr. Von Wemeren...well, it's not like... that didn't matter but... Well, of all the teachers, he seemed kind of cool; for all she knew, he could have known her real father! But the chances of that were few. She might as well just put it out of her head right now. On her way towards turning a corner; she just about slipped; catching a few funny looks from another group of girls. Giving a low growl and them an evil glare, she continued on her way. Those idiots; they'd miss the orientation anyway.

Finally at the side door to the auditorium, she slipped through the door as quietly as she could and made her way to the seat that she had sat in before. Or she thought she was in before. No no, she had definitely sat there. Someone was sitting in her seat. Well now what the crap was up wi- Illya held her mental tongue as she began to identify the person in her seat. Why was a teacher sitting down here?! She should be up there giving the speech when it should have been given! If it had been anyone else other than a teacher, they would have been out of her seat on the spot, but this kind of thing just had to happen to her. Inwardly fuming, she took a seat behind her own, shifting her eyes among the crowd and waiting for the same endeavor of a reassuring speech to commence...again.

 

[Phanima]

It was his second year at the academy, and with high hopes of another successful year, Soel prepared himself for the morning's first event, orientation. It was academy custom to organise an orientation function for newly graduated and applying students, as a means of easing the new students into their new homes, schools and lives.

There were always many applicants that registered for a position at the Riven Academy, the region's most famed and sporting school of magic. Fortunately, many of these applicants were accepted, whether they had a strong foundation and knowledge in magic or not. However, on rare and unfortunate occasions, several students were also turned away from the school. Soel himself had been one of the academy's near-miss scenarios, where his future hung in the balance of this very event of applying to the school.

Having come from a popular magical heritage, Soel had many expectations to live up to, but because of this, he carried about himself a form of reverence. This was mainly because of his family's name, and not because of his abilities and skills. It became especially apparent in his case, because for a descendant of the Mokona family, his magical powers were extremely limited and underdeveloped. This was the means of his struggle in enrolling into the academy, because even for a novice magician, his mindset and at that time his skills, were minimal. This however did not prove to be the dominant problem in his enrolment, as his family's history, his father's especially, was also influential in the school's decision. Being born into two revered magical families, his mother's from Riven and his father's from an unknown region that was known to oppose Riven, Soel received blessings from both families, thus carrying his father's tainted name. This proved to be the underlying factor of his wavering acceptance into the Riven Academy.

However, it was now time for the new school year and after graduating into the first senior class of the academy, his thoughts of the previous year and its events were put to rest for another time.

He had left his room and the boys' dormitory early in order to get ready. He was very fond of sleep, and would have continued to do so in bed, if he could, but something had awoken him and was keeping him awake. There was an obscure throbbing in his left ear, but the pain was subdued enough as to not bothering him extensively. He did find himself worrying over the strange sensation however, before realising he was running late.
Occasionally fiddling with the blue earring that hung from his left ear from where the throbbing had started but had now subsided, Soel steadied himself as he slipped into his comfortable worn sneakers and finished dressing himself. His short black hair remained its appearance as being unmanageable and messy, but suited his teenage appearance. Brushing himself over before rolling up his sleeves to the ends of his elbows, Soel looked himself over for the last time and left his dormitory room.

Today was orientation, and even though he was a senior, all of the academy students were expected to be in the auditorium for the event. It was to set some form of "role model" for the new students, as stated by one of the staff, but Soel took the statement to heart as another attempt of torturing the student body. However, despite his initial reaction, he was personally looking forward to meeting several of the new students and to hopefully be just that: a role model.

The corridors of the boy's dormitory were still crowded by several male students who had yet to gather at the auditorium. Soel decided not to instruct them, as he had trouble voicing his opinion and more often than not, ended up embarrassing himself with nothing to say. Carrying on alone, he soon reached one of the many entrances that led to the stage where the orientation speech would be held.
The auditorium was a large room with a ceiling that rose well above two levels. Soel was unsure whether or not there were any other entrances other than the few on the ground floor, as he had yet to fully explore the academy grounds, but decided to think little of it at the moment. He was late and was to assemble with the other students in the hall where they would be addressed by the staff and introduced to the new students. It was a part of a routine carried out by the school that still had Soel asking himself questions, despite his previous year's experience in adjusting to the academy's customs. Hopefully, the new school year would help answer some of these questions.

Sliding open one of the west entrances to the auditorium, Soel slipped inside the already crowded room where a teacher known as Barian stood up upon the stage.

Beowulf? Soel thought to himself as he stepped into the isle, seeing one his teachers from the previous year standing on stage. Why is he giving the speech?

Soon realising that he had been standing in the middle of the isle for more than a minute, much to the calls of other students who had been gesturing him to sit down, Soel embarrassedly retreated to the end of the hall and found a vacant seat in the back row. Sliding next to another student who gave him a rather rude stare, Soel returned his attention to the stage where Barian Beowulf von Wemeren was preparing to engage the mass of students and staff.

 

[Zaiku]

In Ace's masculine hands were a brand new deck of bicycle playing cards, for the past twenty minutes, he had been absentmindedly and effortlessly shuffling them, which caused the light and soothing sound of cards to faintly fill the air. He was sitting on a seat in the rather average looking auditorium of the Riven Academy. He was placed somewhere near the front, as he had been there for quite some time and had patiently been whittling the time away by fiddling with the decks of playing cards that he had always carried with him, no matter where he went.

Ace was soon to begin his first year of being a senior student at the Riven Academy, which exhilarated him significantly, as he was now able to undertake more exciting and more difficult missions, which the mere mention of it had stirred his blood and pumped him with adrenaline. Of course this meant a better pay, which again was an additional benefit. The other thing about being a senior that had thrilled him was the fact that he could now freely explore the forest, which apparently, was the abode of monsters. The thought of the creatures that could reside within the depths of the forest had fascinated him quite a lot. Ace was also looking forward to fighting with the foul beasts and getting a chance to REALLY implement his magic.

It wasn't much longer until Mr. Von Wemeren had walked on to the stage; he was apparently to be the one who would give the orientation speech. To the spiky-haired teen, it seemed a tad bizarre, yet quite amusing that the teacher who disliked talking the most would be the one to give the speech; he had been wearing a coat that covered his arms, presumably not to daunt the new students with the scars that lined them. When the teacher had said a few words and just started his speech, Ms Erutenmine had taken a seat.

Out of respect, Ace neatly tucked away his deck of cards into his storage and fixed his magnificent blue eyes on Mr. Von Wemeren, listening intently with his hands free from the cards that seemed to be always in his hands.

 

[Shadowfaith]

"Don't know why we have to do this anyway, never got along with kids, Never!" The lava haired woman yelled, grinding her teeth in frustration and walking down the grounds path towards the tall building where she knew multiple kids to be sitting, waiting for her to arrive. She needed this job though, needed the money so she could go back to what she loved, it wasn't like she was going to be stuck teaching kids forever, it was only a year…maybe two, or three. She grabbed her abnormally coloured hair and groaned. "I'm gonna be here for the rest of my life!" She sobbed, pitifully.

Suddenly, she was hit over the head roughly by a small, but dangly tail. She glared at the small face that appeared next to hers, but was glad for the comforting, familiar weight hanging across her shoulders. There sat a small ferret, brown and white in colour with large amber eyes, a dark mask of fur around his eyes to give of a sort of intimidating look and small ears. Kiahi's glare turned into a soft smile as she raised a hand and lightly petted the ferret on the head. "I was wondering where you got off to, Yuki."

The Ferret's rumbled in his throat and pressed tightly up against her cheek as she continued to walk down the path towards the building. Multiple times she had to flick the ferrets wagging tail from her face, but she honestly didn't mind as the ferret was the only one who was really this close to her. Granted, her best friend was an animal, but she found this better. It was loyal, wouldn't argue with her and certainly wouldn't abandon her. It was a comforting companion to have and she was willing to look after it for as long as they both lived.

She opened the doors into the main hall and noticed that they had been deserted. She raised an eyebrow and figured that she was running a tad late. Not that she cared, but still it was some of the students first day and she didn't want to make herself out to be worse than them on arriving on time. She walked casually through the hall, taking in that which she had already seen and scratch at her nose. She didn't know why, but she always had the urge to sneeze as she walked through the main hall, she was use to the atmosphere of her own office. The place was too old and dank for her liking, but it couldn't be helped.

She pushed against the main auditorium doors and watched as they opened with surprising ease. As she walked through them, she closed them yet again and finally turned around to see what she was dealing with for the next year. Multiple young faces stared back at her and she had the sudden urge to poke her tongue out at all of them. But her professionalism got the better of her and she straightened at walked over to a vacant stool, staring out at the students.

Yuki still remained sprawled snugly across the length of her shoulders, almost looking as if he were going to drift off to sleep any second. Kiahi nudged him with her shoulder and watched as the young ferret's eyes popped wide open and alert. She mumbled "If I have to get through this, so do you." She could have sworn she heard the ferret groan as it lay its head back down, only this time wide awake.

 

[Shaydeh]

Bad Habit

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That glimmering, pink toenail just looked so tasty. It enticed the teenage boy insanely, bidding him unable to tear his gaze away from the overpowering temptation. He licked his parched lips eagerly. While he was all but ready to bend over and wrap his mouth around the fattest extension to his right foot, Timothy had long since promised himself to bring his -- unhealthy, some might say -- childhood habit to an end this year. But one lick would not hurt, right? Just one. The great battle between his excited nerves and his determined mind was tearing his little confused heart apart. "Oh!" He squealed a high-pitched squeal in frustration. "One last time!" He decided.

With his mind finally made up, Timothy lowered his torso and lifted his right foot closer to his face. "Flexibility never came in handier!" He chimed, as his nose hovered less than an inch away from his craving. Nostrils tingled at the cherry-scented nail polish painted on his big toe. He parted his lips slowly. A slippery, stimulated tongue lowered from his mouth. Anticipation overfilled his heart; to the point he felt he would explode if he waited any longer! It started out with a few subtle licks, and then his tongue worked faster and faster. The addictive flavour jumped about in his mouth as little kids would jump in a jumping castle at a birthday party. In no time, he managed to get his entire toe to fit into his mouth. "Heaven," he said through a mouthful of toes, excess saliva dripping out the sides.

Meanwhile, a trio of girls arrived at the doorstep of his room. They were identical in every fashion; all brunette, all brown eyed, stood the same height, and wore the same white gowns. Rare, perhaps, but not surprising, seeing as they were born of the same mother merely seconds apart. April, May and June had rushed to their friend's door to remind him that Riven Academy's preliminary assembly was already underway. Normally, they might have considered knocking but there was simply no time to waste! "One! Two! Three!" They counted in chorus and, on 'three', rammed their shoulders into the door simultaneously.

The loud bang of the door being broken off its hinges alarmed Timothy to say the least. The boy, who had still been enjoying his uncanny delicacy, toppled over his chair in shock. He landed with his back on the floor, and his legs contorted painfully. On the plus side perhaps, his foot was still halfway into his mouth.

The triplets gasped in surprise at what they had just barged in on. "Tinklywinkly! What on earth do you think you're doing!?" All three of them pressed their fists against their wastes. Timothy tried to respond, but his tangled position and occupied mouth had only permitted him to mumble something insensible. "How many times have we told you not to finish the cherry nail polish without us!?" They complained indignantly. For his selfish deeds, the girls had the right mind to leave him right where he was. Nevertheless, their kind hearts would not allow them to do such an inconceivable thing, not right at that moment anyway. Maybe after assembly they would think of a suitable punishment. For now, they prayed they could get him untangled quick enough to get to the auditorium before it was all over.

"Girls! Let's get working!" May ordered. She usually played the role of leader amongst the triplets.

"Yes, ma'am!"

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Timothy jammed his neck to one side, trying to force his bones back to their original positions. He grunted at the pain.

"You totally deserve that!" June told him off.

"Yeah! And you owe us another bottle of nail polish!" April added.

May sighed. "C'mon girls. If he hasn't given us the other three hundred and fifty-two bottles he owes us, what makes you he'll give us this one?" The girls' faces saddened at the realisation. This toe-licking habit of his had definitely got out of hand. Too many times had they lost good nail polish to it. But if May knew Timothy, his obsession would only get a lot worse before it got any better.

The only male amongst them, clad in pink tights, painfully popped his shoulder back into place. "You'll get your nail polish after you replace my door! What kind of monstrous behemoths break down my poor door like that?" he sobbed overdramatically. "And I just got a new, adorable, kitty handle too…"

"You just be happy we got you untangled in time. Imagine what would've happened if someone else came to your room!" April pointed out. This was not the first occasion the girls spared him from embarrassment. "It might've been even worse than that one time you were so excited to try on those new pants you just bought, and you ended up getting your zip stuck to your--"

Timothy cut her off with a sigh of despair. "Don't even remind me, April. Zippers are the devil's creation! It took twelve painkillers just to get rid of the pain." He further emphasised his point with a moan. The horrific incident had occurred such a long time ago, but every vivid detail of it had been burned permanently into his memory. He placed a hand over his crotch reassuringly. "It was terrible. You girls are lucky you'll never have to endure something like that."

The triplets giggled all at once. The next few minutes passed in silence as the anxious students walked as fast as they could towards the auditorium. None of them dared to be late for the opening speech. Timothy secretly prayed for some sort of delay in the schedule. He had been so preoccupied that he would have probably forgotten assembly altogether if his three close friends had not reminded him. Right next to shaving his leg and chest hair, he added a mental note to thank the triplets.

Finally, one large entrance to the main hall was moving into view. "Hey, girls! I'll race ya there!" June challenged her sisters, sticking out her tongue playfully.

"You are so on!" They accepted.

Timothy shook his head, unimpressed, as he watched the girls break into sprints. If it was a race they wanted, it was a race he was going to give them! His slow response granted them a head start. Timothy felt compelled to engage his secret weapon in order to win. Using an open palm, he slapped his right buttocks as hard as he could. The sting, though painful, lasted only a few seconds. While his behaviour would seem queer to the untrained eye, the effect of the smack would make it all worth it in a second. In essence, his one-piece outfit was directly connected to the shoes on his feet. Admittedly, Timothy had no idea how it worked, but whenever he slapped his right buttock, four miniature wheels pushed out from beneath the soles of his special shoes.

Moments later, the girls heard the familiar sound of rollerblades cruising along the ground. They turned around to see a grinning Timothy blazing right towards them. "Ladies first!" He shouted as he sped passed, soaring straight into the auditorium.

Inside the crowded hall, Timothy hauled his skates to a stop. The wheels made a screeching sound against the wooden floor, which he hoped no one noticed. He slapped his right butt cheek once again, this time, to get the wheels to retract into his shoes. Hoping not to cause too much of a stir, Timothy edged towards the closest empty chair he could find. He seated himself smoothly. His right leg swung over his left for more comfort.

"Quite interesting," he said, taking note of the man standing centre stage. It looked like Mr. Barian Wemeren was going to give the speech this year. What in the hell is he wearing though? Gray? The man had no fashion sense whatsoever. "Dull colours for a dull man, I suppose," he commented to no one in particular. The boy seated next to him had heard his criticism nonetheless. He looked Timothy up and down with an amused smirk on his face.

"Dude, what are you … gay?" He chuckled.

SLAP!

"Some people are so insensitive," Timothy said casually as he examined his nails and blew gently on the polish. The other boy, red cheek clutched delicately in one hand, scurried off to find a safer place to sit. "Silly seventh year," the senior giggled impishly.

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[Rena]

Dahli always would do something at the wrong time.

Including now. Dahli had just been doing a honest-toperfect cartwheel, when some rude faculty worker had just barged in on her, and worse, a male. And the scene of the crime, Dahli's plaid skirt had just revealed her polka-dotted panties, all lined with purple. She gritted her teeth, and them had walked over to the unsuspecting male, a grin of absoulute pleasure plastered on her once-crimson face. She recieved the male's hand, while stroking it gently, like how she would to a cat. And then: "OWWWW! Miss Lindbergh, what do you have to say for youself? You know that you are supposed to respect people of the opposite gender, especially your faculty members! What do you have to say for yourself?!"

"Umm..sorry you're being a pussy-pants?"

The man's anger had gotten the best of him once again, just blabbing on about the wonders of blabbing and how Dahli should respect the other gender, and for once, get her nails cut! Dahli stared back at her nails, a gleaming white, and glanced back at the faculty member. Oh, Dahli knew! That man was a prosecutor and Dahli was the defense attorney! Dahli nodded her head, now what was that word again? Objunction? Jection? Ob? Dahli had then seen a lightbulb go off her her almost-empty mind.

"OBJECTION!"

Oh Miss Dahli, oh Miss Lindbergh, what have you done? Insulting a faculty member isn't on your list of fun, well maybe the pinching is. "Eh, so Mr. Faculty Member~" Dahli excitedly squealed in a high pitch "What brings you here to the home of Dahlia Karyna Lindbergh?" As she playfully stuck her tongue out at the embarrased faculty."

"The assembly."

Dahli nodded. Oh yes! The assembly which was to greet new students and the old ones, but why now, when Dahli was just planning on doing a cartwheel, Dahli gritted her teeth, maybe it was that male teacher! Maybe he's so quiet so many evil pranks go on in his evil-mastermind mind! Dahli nodded at that proposition.

Dahli then had an expression that looked like Dahli had just been hit on the head with an anvil! If that guy came, that would mean that Dahli was late! Dahli had ran out of the room, her champagne-toned hair following along with Dahli, and with Dahli schedule, the assembly room, it was seven turns to the right, three turns to the left, and passing six other different turns, or if you just went straight, but what was the fun in that, and Dahli had a point, or else, nofunophobia would've taken over Dahli.

Dahli dashed into that assembly room, being terribly late, by a few minutes, and she just barged in on Barian's speech, which was pretty loud, who knew that quiet evil genius could talk that loud. All eyes were on Dahli, she she had walked through the middle of the scarlett carpet like a model, or a movie star. And then, Dahli had just taken a vacant seat near the other teachers, ignoring the "colds looks, and bad talk." about her, and her young age. She just intentively nodded as she listened to the remainder of the speech.

 

[Scarlet Weather]

The inside of the wineshop was cool and calm. A few particles of dust drifted to and fro throughout it, but all was still. The patrons had all gone home, waiting for night to come once again in order to begin their merriment. The only remaining humans in the building were the owner, who was methodically polishing glasses, and a young man who resembled a lump of fabric more then anything else. The robe he wore was fine, black silk with golden embroidered designs along the sleeves, which were wide enough to easily conceal a small dog. In one hand, the sleeper clutched a half-empty bottle of wine, in the other, a book of references. He breathed in and out softly, allowing sleep to rid him of any trace of the alcohol he had ingested during the last night.

The sleeper stirred at last, groaning. The wineshop owner, and old, gray-haired man dressed in a red vest and pressed white shirt, turned from his work for a moment. "Good morning," he said, placing both the glass he had been polishing and his rag on the table. "Did you sleep well?"

"Not so looouuuddd." The youth replied, pulling himself to his feet in a manner that was somewhat less then dignified. He pulled a hand to his forehead, and attempted to take a few, staggering steps. "Uh... what a headache..." he moaned, waving an arm in front of him as he walked, attempting to feel his way around the room.

"You're a mess," the owner commented, placing a hand on the shoulder of his customer. "What did you say your name was again, kid?"

"Eran." The name dropped from the boy's lips like a bullet. "Eran Camerick-urgh!" The last sound was due to a sudden fit of retching that caused Eran to double over. "Urgh... how much wine did I drink last night?"

The shopkeeper shook his head. "Only about half a bottle, but it was vintage. That wine's older then your parents' parents. I slipped up and mislabeled it earlier, and I'm very sorry."

"No need to- urgh! Be- upgh! Sorry!" Eran retched unsteadily, reeling about. "But I'm going to kill whoever advised me to celebrate in a wineshop."

The owner laughed, then stopped, realization striking him. "Hey- didn't you say you had someplace to be in the morning?"

Eran nodded. The initial purging was now completed, for the most part, but he still felt a bit unsteady. He managed, however, to straighten up and adjust his glasses, which had been forced into a crooked angle along his face during his ignoble slumber of the previous night. "Yeah," he answered, mumbling. "Yeah. I've got to be at the Academy for the orienteering speech this morning at about... nine thirty."

The wineshop owner glanced at a clock hanging from the wall. "You'd better hurry then. It's nine o'clock, and the academy is a good forty-five minutes from here, though you may make it in forty if you run."

The bottle of wine, which had remained in Eran's left hand throughout the entire conversation, nearly slipped from it then. "It is?" hie mouth hung open for a moment, but he snapped it shut quickly. He wheeled quickly, and rushed out the door, silently and murderously cursing that graduated senior who had advised him to enter the wineshop that night. Already, an elaborate plot was unfolding in his head. A laxative fluid or a vomitive of some sort slipped into the man's wine? Poetic justice, perhaps, but not quite nasty enough for Eran's exquisite tastes. A bottle of vintage wine heavily laced with sleeping potion left on the unfortunate's doorstep, followed by placement in a compromising situation of some sort? It would make sense.

The minute Eran left the wineshop, the glare of the sun hit his eyes, sending lances of pain through his skull. As he ran, he felt his foot splash through something wet. So it had rained last night then. He rolled his eyes. If his memory of the route to the Academy served him right, he would be passing straight through a long stretch of merchants and vendors advertising their wares. Eran groaned. If a single salesman laid hands on him, especially in his current state, they might receive an interesting present- a thin, cunningly hidden dagger tucked into Eran's right sleeve driven through their hand, for example.

All the vulnerability of the last few hours was worn away as Eran ran doggedly forward despite shortness of breath, a massive hangover, and the still-nagging disorientation he felt. He was no longer a sleepy, drunken schoolboy. He was now a fierce, angry wild beast with a malicious nature, and an attitude comparable to that of a spitting cobra. Nobody would dare to stop him, and if they tried, well, it was their funeral. It was, ironically, at the very moment that Eran finished thinking this himself that he felt the hand tugging at his robe. Snarling, he whipped around, only to come face to face with two of the village children: Joseph and his younger sister, April, eight and six years old, respectively.

Instantly, Eran's countenance softened, and he allowed the faintest whisp of a smile to grace his features. "What do you two want today, eh?" he asked, trying to sound gruff but failing entirely.

"Please, sir-" Joseph began, before his younger sister cut him off. "We wanna see more magic, mister Eran!" the six year old shouted, clapping her hands delightedly.

Under normal circumstances the happy children might have coaxed a rare smile from Eran's face, but April's shout had intensified the already heavy pain he had been going through over the past few minutes so the two had to be content with an oddly contorted grimace. Shaking his head, Eran tried to explain. "Please you two, I'm running late, and I have a headache. Maybe I can show you a trick later, okay?"

"But mister Eran!" the two children chorused, revealing a few conspicuous gaps in their teeth, "you always do magic for us!"

Eran sneaked a quick glance to either side to ensure that nobody else was watching, then looked at the children and nodded. Gleefully, the two clapped their hands and squealed, which unfortunately redoubled Eran's pain, causing him to wince. "Not so loud, okay?" he whispered, placing a finger to his lips.

The two children nodded, repeating the ssh gesture, and then sat down. "What're you gonna do today, mister Eran?" Joseph asked.

Eran racked his brains. He was suffering from the aftereffects of half a bottle of vintage wine, so clearly, whatever he attempted would have to be small. Digging into his pockets, he searched for some sort of coin he could use. Finding nothing, he sighed dejectedly, before noticing the bottle of wine in his hand. facing the children, he asked, "How about... making a rose come out of this bottle?"

"Yeah!" the two children shouted, before noticing Eran's wince. "Sorry... yeah." They replied, this time in a much more subdued tone.

Eran nodded. "Okay... here goes."

Waving his hand over the bottle, Eran allowed his face to be a mask of concentration. Thankfully he wouldn't have to maintain the illusionary rose or make a physical change, or he would have completely failed. After a few minutes of waving his hand, he pulled it back from the bottle's neck and snapped his fingers. Almost immediately, what appeared to be a pale red rose shot from inside the bottle and lingered a moment, before vanishing as if it had never been there, which, in reality, it hadn't.

The children applauded, their eyes shining. Eran smiled gratefully. "Now, you two, I have to go. I'm very late for a meeting at the Academy."

Joseph turned to him. "Did you say you needed to get to the Academy?"

"Well, yes."

The tyke's face lit up. "Daddy's going there! Daddy could give you a ride!"

Eran was confused. "Your father owns a carriage?"

This time, it was April who spoke. "No-ooo," she replied, shaking her head and pointing to a large mule cart seated nearby, filled with produce.

Eran sighed and shook his head. It wasn't much, but it was better then nothing. Still, the idea of it. He, the great Eran Camerick, being carted to school with a group of watermelons, on the first day no less! Still, the alternative, running all the way in a robe that was now dusty, stained, and wet around the hem didn't sound very appealing either. Nodding to the children, he walked to their father.

A few minutes later, the produce cart rolled to a stop in front of the Thaumaturgical Academy, depositing Eran there. Brushing himself off as best he could, the student pushed open the doors to the academy and slipped through the rooms to the auditorium, praying that nobody would catch sight of him in his current state. As he entered the large room, he stopped in surprise. Beowulf? Giving a speech? It was as absurd as it was impossible, yet there the grizzled old enchanter was, speaking across the audience in a booming voice. Shaking his head, Eran quickly made his way to a seat in the back row and deposited himself in it, praying that he hadn't missed more then a few minutes of the oration.

 

[Alter Ego]

Barian felt like giving a long, tired martyr's sigh, but considering that the voice amplification spell was still on and he was still in front of an audience he decided against it, hiding his frustration behind his usual mask of impassiveness, watching both of the people who should really have been doing this nonchalantly sitting down in the audience instead. Kiahi looked bored with the whole ordeal, looking much more like a student than the teacher she was...Barian could sympathize with the sentiment - he could certainly think up far more productive uses the time of both him and everyone else in the room - but the attitude she was keeping was a completely different matter. When oh when was she going to grow up and realize that this job wasn't just another children's game - to be indulged in or discarded on a whim? And speaking of attitudes...Sanza certainly wasn't keeping her glee over his predicament a secret, waving at him as she was. To this, Barian decided to react in the only way he had knew to have any effect on the vain woman: complete indifference. He was just going to allow his glance to travel past her, focusing on anything and everything in the room besides Sanza while he got this damnable speech done.

Just as Barian was about to speak up again, however, a small swarm of interruptions assailed the auditorium, starting with a black-haired stranger - presumably one of the new juniors - apparently losing his balance and falling to the floor, although what seemed to be a friend of his rushed over to help. This little spectacle was soon followed by none other than Dahli barging in considerably late and effectively drawing all the attention to herself. Barian felt like giving a reprimand but - being somewhat familiar with what kind of person he was dealing with - realized the futility of such things and decided against it. This was, after all, Dahlia Karina Lindbergh - possibly one of the most impulsive procrastinators he had ever known; why she out of all people had been chosen for the student mentor program was beyond him. Nonetheless, Dahli had decided to sit down and keep quiet for the moment, so any further provocation would probably only make matters worse. Fortunately, this seemed to be the end of this calamity and so Barian seized on the chance to speak up again.

"Now that you all seemed to have settled down." he remarked in his usual impassive voice, "I'd imagine that you're expecting some kind of formal speech, perhaps a long-winded recount of this academy's history and values...but to be frank, I have no interest in wasting the time of anyone here with such things." this might not have been in accordance with tradition, he conceded for himself, but then again: he had never claimed to be an orator, "Suffice to say that you have all gotten where you are by your own merits and for that you are to be commended, but make no mistake..." his piecing gaze swept another round across the audience, "You are far from done. I would urge all of you - particularly the new senior class -" he seemed to focus particularly on Timothy and Eran at this point, "To focus on your studies and work hard if you wish to be deemed worthy of graduating. Magic may be the work of your imagination, but it must be tempered with focus and discipline."

He took a brief pause before continuing, "Now, for the benefit of those new to this institution and those who have a convenient way of forgetting: there are two areas on these grounds which are not to be entered lightly. The first is the forest at the eastern edge of our campus. This area is out of bounds for all junior students unless accompanied by a faculty member. Seniors, as you know you are permitted to access this area for training purposes, but I would strongly suggest that you do so in groups. As you know, the monster population within is very much real, as is your chance of meeting an untimely end, so prepare accordingly. The second forbidden area is the network of caverns in these mountains: this area may only be accessed by senior staff members and thus it is out of bounds for all of you." his stare grew even more stern at this point, "Kindly do not even think of exploring that area. Some creatures of the underworld are far deadlier than anything you can imagine, and the caverns themselves are a natural maze that has claimed far more experienced magicians than you. Finally, for those of you interested in the mercenary side of our academy: all applications and job requests are to be handled at my office here in the main building. Only those who have mastered the basics of enchantment and proven their worth need apply."

Barian paused to take another breath, procuring a list from his pocket and placing it on the lectern.

"Now, as you may or may not be aware of, each student of this academy has been assigned a supervisor from the staff. Should you encounter any problems or questions during your stay here, your supervisor is the one you should turn to; they are also in charge of evaluating your progress and relaying messages to and from the faculty, so please treat your supervisors with appropriate respect. I will now call out the names of your supervisors. Once the assembly is over, gather at the office of your supervisor and they shall direct you from there. If you are in doubt as to where these offices are located, don't hesitate to ask a senior student or staff member for directions."

With this said, the enchanter then proceeded to call out a number of names from his list, his mind slowly wandering from the monotony of his task and into a number of trivial thoughts until snapping back by the end of the list.

"Timothy Tinkle, Vahn Ishozan, Morofua Momoshiro; you are with Kiahi Hikaru. Ventus Volcurn, Illyabera Evangard, Eran Camerith, and Tamilia Gandrealas, your supervisor is Sanzatelane Erutenmine." 'poor things...' "Ace Bladia, AJ Valentine; your original supervisor is unfortunately on sick leave, but in the mean time you have been assigned to student mentor Dahlia Lindbergh. Finally, Rene Sanders, Mokona Modoki, Laurence Foxworth, and Edward Heiderich; you have been assigned to me and I expect to see you in my office forthwith. Alright, assembly dismissed."

With that and a small wave of his hand, Barian dispelled the voice enchantment and exited the stage just as plainly as he had entered. So much for the speech...now he would just have to see what kind of students he had been saddled with. One thing was for certain, though; should some of them choose to come in late they would soon find out what rules he played by.

OOC: Awwright...since Dahli is sort of young to be a teacher I ascribed her the title of 'student mentor' (I.e. Teacher in training). Hope that's okay with you. :3