*Eureka Academy:Second Semester*

Story Yuta
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Story stopped as the other boy spoke and looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a slightly curled smirk...Story enjoyed being alone but he also enjoyed pissing people off. He couldn't help it. It came with the bitterness he held inside his heart.

"Stay out of my way, and I'll tolerate you." He sneered. His voice was deep yet smooth for a boy of his age but there was a hint of venom to his tone. Giving one last glare, he left the room. He had about an hour until dinner time. What was he meant to do in this dump until then?? He walked out into the dorm corridors and watched all the people busily trying to find their rooms, all so excited...what for? Story rolled his eyes and made his way to the courtyard. There weren't many people here yet, there wasn't much need to come out into the couryard while people were still unpacking.

He sat on one of the benches there and rotated, laying his back on it, putting his hands behind his head and he stared up at the stars. Looking at the constellations. It was lovely here in this one spot...by himself.
 
Day 1 6:10pm

Pharra leaned upon the airship's railing as she stared at Eureka Island floating through the clouds. She did not feel as excited as many of the other students. For her friends lives had been claimed 6 months before. It would be hard to think about what life would now be like at the school without them. Through all of this slight aching of emotional stress Pharra still had her sister, someone she could always count on.

"Oh it's time!" spoke one of the nearby students spoke as many others grabbed their suitcases and luggage to take to their rooms.

"Lets go." Pharra muttered as her suitcase slowly rose in midair and followed behind her as she exited the airship.

Eureka's grass seemed fresher, and the air upon the island cleaner than ever before. Pharra waved to her sister as she passed with a smile off to her room. The students wee busy finding their dorms and talking to each other. So many faces at once was a lot to keep track of. She walked steadily into the Great Hall where a giant staircase leading to upper floors could be seen. "keep on." Pharra murmured to her suitcase which floated behind her happily bouncing in tune with her steps.

Just then Pharra had spotted a girl whom she had sworn she had seen around the school before. This girl had a guitar, something Pharra was curious in finding out how to play. Pharra made a turn for the stairs, there was no need in staring at others lug their belongings when she had to unpack herself.

Pharra Lee trudged up the stairs until she had reached her floor. Of course her red sect dorm must be just where she left it. Pharra pushed open the door using a force of which she controlled. The door swung open easily and in she walked followed by her suitcase. It looked as if someone was already here. She opened the door to the unoccupied bedroom and her suitcase dropped to the ground.

"Well...I'll probably want a good nap in." She muttered to herself flopping down on her bed.

The long trip from her country was exhausting. Pharra had lain upright and slowly closed her eyes for a few minutes of rest.

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A loud roar had erupted from the grounds of Eureka as a white dragon had come rushing from seemingly out of nowhere. "Oh no, a portal around here with a monster?" Stella questioned.

Once she had seen the beast all she had seen was it's snarling face before squeaking "EEK!" and blasting a strong wind current to knock the dragon away from the island.

"Wait...Raistlin?" She questioned not seeing the man riding the thing until later. "Ah I guess he's either showing off or giving the kids a nice show."

Stella chuckled to herself as she thought that maybe this new position of power was going to Raistlins head too fast.

"I see you have everything under control here Stella."

"Eliane!" Stella spoke excitedly greeting her Student Council member with a brief welcoming hug. "Yea let's try and not let this semester get out of hand."

Stella tucked away the papers she held in a pocket on her white blazer. Trying to look strong in front of her fellow peer Stella was glad she could show Eliane that she had been training hard in the past months. With a sudden pop Stella flinched as the fourth student council member came appearing right next to them.

Ello'. How are you guys... Man im still a bit sore from the roof.... I mean... i was absolutely not sleeping just then

"Zee!" Stella said excitedly. "You almost sent me jumping off the island!"

Stella was happy to joke around with her peers although Student Council did have a lot of work ahead of them in the coming term. It seems as though they had also grasped the use of transportation portals hidden throughout the school grounds.

Hehe... gotta make a good first impression to the newbies.

Stella had been reminded of this and stood up straight with a more refined posture. She waved at her sister a bit before hearing the airships loud honking of it's horn. The suns rays were still shining bright in the sky, but Stella could tell that night was almost upon them. "So have either of you met the new headmaster yet?" Stella asked her fellow Student Council members. "He's pretty odd to get used to talking to at first but I recall him mentioning having something 'special in store' for you two or something like that."

Stella thought pretty hard about that she had discussed with the headmaster in the week before. "It has something to do with missions, but you can see him at any time to see what that'a all about." Stella smiled as she looked again at the fading rainbow that had once been there in the distance.

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What on earth was I thinking?" Headmaster Akabea mumbled sitting at the desk where his older brother used to reside.

The office had been changed to his liking from when he had first arrived; The carpeting and the draped were a dim green and the wooden furniture was replaced with a lighter shade of wooden furniture. Everything down to the last knickknack had been replaced to the point where any trace of Krell could not be seen on the surface. "Running a school full of children is going to be much more difficult than I expected." Akabea said looking down at paperwork upon his desk.

At that moment a boy had come strolling into his office. Akabea sitting behind his desk looked more that disgusted. "And just who are you? Doesn't anybody knock anymore nowadays?" He sighed giving the boy a serious stare. "On your way out tell that secretary she's fired."

"I would hope that you will honour your brother's promise."

Ignoring the fact that the boy had no reaction to his appearance Akabea had become willing to continue the conversation. "And that promise would be?"
 
"Stay out of my way, and I'll tolerate you."

Joey turned his head back to the boy as he spoke those words, and watched him leave the dorm. "Shouldn't be too hard." He muttered to himself. He could tell that the boy meant those words, so he knew where his place was, and didn't say anything back. After the boy left, Joey changed into his uniform, and sat back down on his bed. He knew he had some time to kill, so he took out his phone and sent a text out to his friend Donovan, even though he probably wouldn't get it for a while. He decided he would wait a bit longer to see if anyone else showed up, before heading out for dinner.
 
Delijah


"So you support the traitor? After what he did to us?! He made us think he was dead! And then he turns around and kidnaps two of the Student Council, drawing the third away, so we had no Student Council during the battle. And what are the consequences? Absolutely nothing, except for being branded as a traitor in the general populace! And if you stand in my way, you will be cut down as well!"

Hmph. Very well. Let us see if the bite is up to standard as his bark.

The Red Sect pulled back and readied his sword. Delijah left Yatagarasu where it stuck. She did not need to use both of her pole arm to deal with a reckless, irrational Red Sect. The rant he was currently on was actually a threat to the order and safety of the other students. So it was well within her right as a DisCo member to politely show him the lines he shouldn't cross. For his safety of course. A slight prick in her mind to her right meant that she felt something coming her way, but Orion intercepted the poorly thrown knife easily

"Children shouldn't play with knives."

"TIME TO DIE YOU MONSTROUS DISGRACE!"

Of course, him intervening meant Orion let himself into the Red Sect's attack range. It was a rookie mistake, and Delijah knew he wasn't one to make one like that, but whatever the case Delijah would end it in one go. Rather than using Kamaitachi, Delijah performed a sword back shirahadori, her hand gripping onto the back of the sword which faced the Red Sect. It wavered again for a second before Delijah sent an explosive charge into her hand. The explosion on her palm and her fingers sandwiched the metal, overloading it with stress before shattering the weapon. Standing in shock, the Red Sect stumbled backwards, staring at the now useless sword.

Delijah cut short his trance brutally as she ran up and executed a flying spin kick to his head, followed by a low sweeping kick as she hit the floor to his ankles. The Red Sect dropped to the floor but before there was even a second of respite, Delijah continued the combo with a upward kick to his stomach, sending the Red Sect forward and back into the air.

This is the end....

Delijah's hand shot out like a snake as the Red Sect soared through the air, latching onto his ankles and pulled him back towards her. Through her mind, it was like slow motion. The Red Sect was now at the small girl's chest height, face contorted with a mix of pain and shock as he could see what she was about to do. Delijah flared her Brute Strength power, letting the flame above her left eye flare up for a split second before she did an round-the-world punch down straight onto his chest. Of course she held back from shattering his rib cage, but Delijah applied enough force to drive his breath from his lungs and cause a audible thump as she drove him into the ground. His body skidded a few meters backwards and stopped as it barreled into his friends. There was a second of shocked silence as some of the newer kids wondered what the hell had happened.

Nonchalantly, Delijah pulled her weapons out from the ground before marching up the the downed Red Sect, with a small notebook in hand.

Dan Stevenson. Red Sect. 6 cases of vandalism, 12 cases of altercation of which 7 ended with Battery. Multiple cases of anti-social behaviour as well as bullying, larceny and Assault.

Delijah snapped her book shut.

Mr Stevenson. Your own record is far from pristine. In fact, it is so scratched that i believe one more major incident would warrant more than just menial punishment. Your failure to stand down when asked to by me fits as major incident, so expect a formal letter by tomorrow informing you of your punishment. In any case, you are far from qualified to dispense judgment when you have naught but hearsay from other students. Unless you claim to possess indepth and first hand knowledge of the incident, leave Mr Smith's judgment to the StuCo and the staff.

Dan stayed silent, mostly due to being in too much pain, but his friends did not utter a word either. The situation has been dissolved. All thats left is to disperse the crowd and Delijah could go back wandering around, drooling over the new and improved Kids meal.

Alright all you people! Dismiss!. Go back to your own business and you guys. Take him to the infirmary now.

The crowd began to move again, going back to their conversations and it was another job finished in Delijah's book. With the crowd gone, she was now in a relatively open area. Delijah bowed her head to excuse herself from Orion before strolling over to the fountain a few meters away and dropping herself onto the rim. She stared aimlessly at the night sky, waiting for dinner time. She wished she had some company to pass the time,
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[James]

"It's James. Just James. I do hate the formalities and such. Though I suppose someone like our new headmaster quite likes it," he answered, reaching out his own hand to shake hers.

"And for the record, I don't use dark magic. That just happens to be how my kind goes from plane to plane. It shouldn't be used for something so mundane like greeting the students but It is nice to give them a taste of what they come here for.

"And such a promising lot you seem to be this year. And what with the Academy floating, you came to see everything just in time."

He stood there for a second, his eyes a bit dreamy as he stared into space.

"Ah yes, you said you use magic, right, Evelyn? I'd be more than happy to teach you some. Just come by the library and ask for me whenever you want. I'm the only one that stays there all the time anyway. I wouldn't even mind if you came over after dinner tonight for a bit of tea and we can discuss when you want to be tutored."

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[Gavin]

With a single finger, Gavin peeled off Krell's mark in the wax that bound the scroll. Unfurling it he showed it to Akabea.

"My name is Gavin and I was a student here. Prior to last semester's events, I left to pursue a promising lead to a personal problem. Understanding my condition, Krell made a special allowance for me, assuring me that my place here at the academy. I have since been up to my room and found it to still be there, meaning that someone here has upheld it. The question for you though is whether of not you will honour your brother's promises of my place here.

"All the information you need is there in the scroll, including Krell's signature."

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[Mishra]

Mishra made his way through the campus, drifting through the walls and going through the students, causing more than one to shudder as he went through them and several to scream in terror. As he passed through more and more buildings, he become more insubstantial, to the point where he couldn't be seen by anything but the most sensitive extrasensory perceptions.

Coming through a wall, who should he find but his dear friend, Raistlin Majere. Without a sound he sat down next to the mage and watched the new students unload before making his appearance known by appearing next to Raistlin quicker than anyone could blink.

"Any prospects coming in Raist? And how're those wounds healing up? That potion I made you back in the cavern heal you up well?"

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"Well, you certainly exude confidence." the wolf remarked, "Blue Sect huh? It is indeed a long road ahead of you to becoming the best around here, but I wish you the best of luck in your time here." Wolf then looked onward toward the Academy, before speaking again, and took in the sight of it from his current vantage point. "The Blue Sect Dorms... I imagine they would be one the first floor, while other sects are higher. Anyway, pleasure to meet you, Vale, I am Crimson Wolf. If you wish, I could tag along with you to help you locate your dorm, don't have anything to do until eight PM, then it is dinner time..."


"Yeah same thing Wolf." Vale answered, automatically giving Crimson Wolf a nickname without noticing himself. "It would be nice if you helped me to, ummm locate my dorm?" Vale added, ending his sentence with slight confusion in Wolf's use of words. "Let's get going!" Vale said as he and Wolf started walking through the mess of students everywhere towards a less full part of the area, where several benches and trees where placed. On one of those benches sat the person who Vale noticed was the same person who rode the dragon when he entered the academy. "You know Wolf," Vale began speaking again, as he sat on the backside of the bench next to the person who was just scanning the students, from his point of view for some reason. "What's exactly a sect?" He asked, once Wolf stopped to listen.


"So, sects are a way to indicate what rank the students have and how strong they are?" Vale asked once Wolf was done explaining. "And Blue Sect is the lowest of the lowest?" Vale added to his question.


"Well that's crud," Vale stated after hearing Wolf's answer, "I may be the lowest sect, thing. But I can fight, and I can and will fight anybody who says otherwise!" He exclaimed as he jumped up and landed on his feet in front of Wolf, "and I'll beat everyone! Even you!" He said as he pointed towards Wolf, "Even him" he added as he nodded towards the person on the bench who was listening to a young man.

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Basically setting up for Crimson's next post and adding enemy contact with Raistlin, let them schedule a fight after dinner dammit :x3:!
 
After an exquisite meal of Tajarini al Tartufo with the Riesling, she had no idea when she had drained the bottle but apparently she had, and had organized her closets some she was about to go on a little after dinner walk when she heard the little “ding” that always got sent ahead of teleportation into private quarters. And more or less as expected the Victory was transported into her sitting room, Prince Nelson and all.

“I am glad you took me up on my offer, my prince…” Nova said with a little bow and only a hint of not-quite-sincerity in her tone. This sort of behavior having long ago become sort of a game between them, they were long since past most of these sorts of niceties. “The room over there, nova said pointing at a door between sitting room and her bedroom can be converted for your use, I am assuming Atma will be finished doing so in a few minutes. Have you eaten?”

“Yes, well, I decided I had little better to occupy my time with and that the youth of this island could benefit from my life experiences. Island, that’s dry land with water around it right?”

“Yes, it is?” Nova responded a little incredulously to the regal British upper class tones her mind was convincing her came from the octopus,

“See, I took a look at this “island” on the scanners, and now that I am here I find that it doesn’t quite fit the description, I mean sure we’re surrounded by an ocean but we seem to be FLYING.”

“Ooh yes, did I forget to mention that? Apparently one of the students has a startling disrespect for the static reality… Lifted the entire academy of the ground during that “little incident” I was ‘ordered offsite’ for last year… NWO oversight has tasked me to keep a special eye on the guy. They want to know if they should either “offer him a job” or if they should invoke a code: RAGNAROK on the guy…”

“Aah, yes I see their conundrum… But yes I have eaten, a most exquisite steamed crab with kawa tea.” The voice she knew to be in her mind but couldn’t help but be SURE off was coming from some unseen and unknown vocal cords on the octopus.

“I was about to go outside to take a walk on campus, would you care to join me? I could show you the sights, and we will need to figure out our class schedule for which we’ll probably need to go to some kind of office I should assume.”

“Well, I can hardly let such an opportunity pass me by, a lady walking around near sunset without a chaperone would be a major infringement upon the honor of me as both an officer and a gentleman. Lead the way!” The voice of Prince Nelson boomed in her head sounding at once intrigued, enthusiastic and outraged. Before the HMS Victory (as a brass plate on his fish-tank-on-wheels proudly proclaimed the name of his “ride”) started rolling towards the door, almost bumping into it when it turned out not to be an automatic model like on ATMA, but instead a boring manual job. Quickly sorted by a small application of will opening the door… “I suddenly realize my dislike for these manual doors! We will need to install automatic ones post haste!”

“Of course my prince, although I doubt it is allowed under the terms of the lease I have with the building. They tend to frown on construction crews working on site without a permit and work orders and it’d be a thing. Okay so if we walk this way,” Nova said as she exited her room and walked down the hallway to the right of her apartment “we will come to the elevators. The stairs are in that door, but I doubt those will be quite practicable for someone in your position…” Nova said pointing to a door with an emergency exit symbol a few doors down from the elevators. “Well you know how these work, just push these buttons to summon the lift because we’re not the only ones using these elevators to get around and we don’t have an AI keeping track of our locations on board here…”

A short elevator ride to the ground floor later with Nova explaining some of the more mundane details of living around people not quite as blasé about an psionic octopus in a tank on wheels as she herself had become, they exited the building onto the main road towards the teachers apartments from the main concourse. A short walk later they were on the main concourse with all the students bustling about carrying bags and other containers filled with the stuff they owned and thought they would require for the coming semester. Needless to say walking against the stream of people posed some little problems, people not looking where they were going and bustling into either Nova or the tank, laughing with friends, old and new, and generally being kids.

“Well, your majesty, meet your subjects. This is why we do what we do, so that kids can be kids and so that as few people as possible need to be like me, on the inside looking out, making the hard choices and/or doing the wet work those choices demand. Another reason why we keep an interest in schools like these is for the simple reason that it’s usually easier to explain the facts of life to people who could turn out to be problems before they turn and become the problems, like the one we have with the guy levitating this island. That’s him there by the way…” Nova said pointing to the dude flying the dragon around over there. “Showing off for the kids I should suppose, or maybe showing them that fundamental truth. There are dragons out there, and not all of them are the ones you might be familiar with from popular myth, weather those be the benevolent dragons spirits from eastern mythology back home, or the more aggressive and “evil” dragons from western mythology…” Nova mused “Or he could just be showing off because he thinks its cool… We might never know…”

A quick tour later, with only minor more jostling and other uncomfortable moments, they came to the landing pad where it seemed something had just ended, and the last few people were scurrying off to escape the wrath of whatever people had broken up the little kerfluffle. Well that meant nova didn’t have to bother which was always a good thing, shooting people, even with rubber bullets, looked bad on her periodical reviews. So a few more tour stops, the parking lot, where her car and her bike had shown up under their little tarps, the stadium, the shopping district and finally the school’s administrative hallway, although hallway didn’t quite cover it she supposed. It may at one point have been a single hallway but much like the rest of the school it had been added to and improved a lot over the years and was now more of a building inside a building or a building attached to a building. Where she hoped to be able to sort out her class schedule and see if she could find out how many students she would have on her class…

OOC: So wolf, How about a bit less than 2 pages and 1250 words? Still too long?
 
Raistlin Majere​

Raistlin saw Mishra appear next to him on the bench out of the corner of his eye. He was an… odd fellow, but extremely helpful, and it was unwise for anyone to not take him seriously, even for a second. “Any prospects coming in Raist? And how’re those wounds healing up? That potion I made you back in the cavern heal you up well?”

“Good evening, Mishra. As far as prospects go, I’ve got some plans. Otherwise, I’m very bored. I was under the assumption that I would have more work to do in the Student Council. Instead, I find myself… sitting here, I'm bored. And with no way to leave campus, there's nothing I can do to fix that. Also, I don’t think I ever did properly thank you for that potion. While it didn’t taste good, everything healed up fast, and rather quickly.” Raistlin said, not bothering to take his gaze off of the new students. There was one in particular that nodded at him, but Raistlin paid it no mind.

“How about yourself, Mishra? Got any fun little ‘experiments’ lined up?” Raistlin said, with a slight grin. Hearing out Mishra’s experiments was always entertaining.
 
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Of course Orion wasn't stupid. He knew Delijah would stop the attack and handle the case. If she hadn't, well, that was why he held the throwing knife. Even such a small weapon could block a bigger one with ease, if used properly. The knife began to spin his hand nonchalantly until it was a blur as Orion watched Delijah, literally, beat the living tar out of the student. After that was done, he read his previous list of transgressions (which didn't come close to Orion's previous one, but was still a large amount) and tell him that punishment would be coming. Then she dispersed the crowd, the red sect's friends dragging him to the infirmary. With a brief nod to Orion, she walked away.

Orion spun the knife one more time before it disappeared into one of the many places he held his throwing knives. No one had come up to ask for it, figuring that Delijah would attack them for throwing a knife at her. Orion didn't know if she would, but he figured that it was a possibility to be avoided.

"Well, guess that's the trouble for today... for this hour, more likely."

Sighing, he walked over to the dorms and looked up. The black sect dorms were at the top... and he didn't have the patience to climb up the stairs with all the insults to be accompanied with it. Thankfully, he had a window room, and more-so, school rules said nothing about using Parkour to get to your room. Orion backed up two steps, then ran and jumped up, latching onto the top of a window. With that done, he began to climb up, carefully, to his window, ignoring all of the people staring at him. They would still mutter, but at least he couldn't hear them. Reaching his window, he opened it up (windows were never locked) and hopped into his room.

It was pretty spacious. Nowhere near the StuCo one he had, but then again, not much was. He tossed his ruck-sack onto the bed and climbed back out the window, so he would continue climbing up to the roof.

Of course, glowing boys climbing up to the roofs of buildings was a spectacle, even in Eureka, so no doubt he was noticed. Then again, it wasn't against the rules to sit on the roof and look at the stars, it was just most students wouldn't think about it. Only a few people were sure enough of their abilities to climb up there, so anyone who came up there would probably be worth Orion's time.

That's assuming they didn't push him off the roof first, though. Orion shook his head to clear the thoughts and clambered onto the roof, sitting down cross-legged and looking up at the stars as he had planned.

"Well, it seems I'll have no lack of fights this year... DisCo will surely be interested in keeping an eye on me.... Meanwhile, I have to make sure that the StuCo, aside from possibly Raistlin, doesn't kill me for the stunt I pulled.... busy semester, this one."

Anyone who bothered to listen in would realize that Orion was thinking out loud, which he normally did when he thought he was alone. And indeed, who would climb up to the roof to chat with the "Traitor of Eureka"?
 
Grigory walked through the dorm hallways, looking between the piece of paper in his hand and the room doors, looking for a match. He really couldn't be bothered with sharing a room but he didn't have a choice. The least he could hope for was that the other person wasn't annoying or a total wimp. His feet dragged slightly on the floor, squeaking loudly every now and then, leaving a dark smear of rubber behind from his shoes. Eventually he came to the door to his room, double checking the room number again before walking inside. Wandering through the apartment he completely ignored the common room and kitchen, heading straight for the bedroom. After stepping inside he surveyed the room for a moment, noticing his room mate and ignoring him as completely as the other rooms before sighing and thowing his bag down onto the his bed. It bounced slightly before coming to rest against the headboard, he wandered over to the window and rested a forearm against it, peering outside to see if anything was going on. It was just a different room, but still the same old view. Grigory sighed and turned tiredly to his bed, grabbing his bag and unzipping it. He wasnt paying much attention to the other guy lying down on the other bed, staying silent as he removed his things from the duffel bag and threw his clothes into an empty drawer. He left the rest scattered across the bed and turned, walking out of the room, leaving the door open and wandering into the kitchen. As he turned the tap on a cool stream of water gushed into the sink, spiralling around the edges before falling through the plug hole. After spending some time just staring into the swirling water he place a hand under the stream and looked for a glass. He found one and made himself a drink, taking a long draught of water and wandering over to the nearest seat, planting himself in it and rolling his head back, closing his eyes for a moment. He should have slept more the night before the trip here but he'd wanted to enjoy his last night of solid ground, for a while, with a party. His head still ached a little from the hangover and on the way up, the noise hadn't helped it much. Thinking for a while about the other guy in the room, he spent some time wondering what he would be like. Knowing his luck he'd not get along with them. He rarely got along with people, feeling more at home with birds while flying through the air between rooftops, jumping drops that would kill him if he made any mistake. He felt more alive then than ever but he was obligated to come to this academy. With his father a no show for the better part of his life so far and his mother dead, there was nobody to vouch for him to be trusted to not cause problems in society. The councillor he had seen to humor a few judiciary officials had suggested this place, he had never understood why though. Already having a place of his own, he was sure he could've find a job nearby and he'd left behind his trouble making days a long time ago. All procedure they had told him, to think of it as a test of trust. Stupid beurocrats, thinking they know best. their way or the highway, their rules or no freedom. Whether he liked it or not he was here now and he didn't have the luxury of choosing whether to leave or not. For all he knew the officials had called ahead, asking someone to keep an eye on him, or maybe they'd sent up someone specifically to watch over him. He knew he'd just have to like it or lump it. He ran a hand across his face and finished off the remains of the water, moving to put it on the sideboard before sitting back down.

'This is going to be a nightmare.'

He muttered to himself, running through what he could remember from last semester. Maybe he could just pass as much of the time as possible with missions or a club from the boards. The thought of joining a club made him shudder. Never had been, and never would be, the happy-go-lucky, smiley sort. Clubs to him were the sort of place you avoided, as well as the people in them. Some people called him a sociopath because of his blind willingness to distance himself from almost everyone he knew and met but he just called it being particular with the company he kept. He knew from experiance that the wrong company causes more trouble than it's worth and he didn't think he'd ever had anybody he could call a real friend. He lowered his head, glancing at his watch and trying to remember what the intercom messages had said but couldn't. He'd glazed over the noise of the hustle and bustle around the campus so much he'd practically excluded all sound. Landing on the fact he'd probably not remember anything he'd heard he turned his thoughts to other things, wondering which class he should take. A blank look crept across his face as he stared into thin air. No, it wasn't going to be as easy as that. This morning he could hardly remember his own name, let alone think straight, and his hangover was still kicking him in the back of the head. He felt like a rugby ball in a scrum. Resting his head back and closing his eyes, he dozed off and went to sleep for a while.
 
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Estrella had put on her black blazer on her way out of her dorm, beginning to button it up after she shut her door. It had fit around her perfectly, and it actually looked cute with the dress she was wearing - despite it being short, she did look like she meant business. She was about to take a step on her way back to the direction she originally came, but then she thought she heard. . . a disturbance. It wasn't within the halls of the Black Sect that she heard it, not even on the floor beneath her. She heard some kind of commotion, but it seemed far, like -

"The courtyard?" She asked out loud to no one in particular. Quickly re-entering her room, she looked through the window that nearly covered the entire wall that it might as well have replaced it. It was a good thing on her part that her dorm had an excellent view of the courtyard. Looking around the grass areas, she spotted two students - one Red Sect and the other Black Sect - in the start of an altercation. The moment she saw the Red Sect student draw out a sword was when she headed out of her down and quickly walked through the sect halls to reach the bottom floor. As if putting a student to sleep wasn't enough of a demonstration for the start of the semester.

By the time she had reached ground level, she went to where the courtyard was located and slowed down her pace once she saw the two students within visible range - but this time, there was a third person with them, and it looked like she had somehow stopped the situation before it got out of hand. Estrella had stopped and stared for a minute to see what could be the explanation, but then she noticed the yellow blazer hanging loosely around the girl's neck. That was the alternative blazer for members of the Disciplinary Committee. Estrella smiled at the sight that she saw as she slowly strolled over to where the crowd had formed with her arms crossed over her chest. She only stood a few feet away from the crowd, even though she probably couldn't been seen, but she had caught the last bit of the talking the other girl was doing.

"Mr Stevenson. Your own record is far from pristine. In fact, it is so scratched that i believe one more major incident would warrant more than just menial punishment. Your failure to stand down when asked to by me fits as major incident, so expect a formal letter by tomorrow informing you of your punishment. In any case, you are far from qualified to dispense judgment when you have naught but hearsay from other students. Unless you claim to possess indepth and first hand knowledge of the incident, leave Mr Smith's judgment to the StuCo and the staff."

Sounded like the Red Sect kid had quite a record behind him. Everyone that witnessed this situation had stayed silent at that point, including the silverette, until the girl directed more orders.

"Alright all you people! Dismiss!. Go back to your own business and you guys. Take him to the infirmary now."

The crowd had begun to scatter, and several students went to support the Red Sect boy off the ground. He looked rather beat, and Estrella caught him glancing at her direction as his friends helped him to the infirmary. Whatever had happened, it had ended quickly, and the school year had only just began nearly ten minutes ago. She could only imagine what else could occur for the next several months. Her dark golden eyes had shifted to where the other DisCom member was, and saw that she was resting herself against the rim of the fountain. She had originally planned on meeting the staff as she explored the rest of the academy, so this was a good start. The area they were in was shaded, so sunlight wasn't an issue anymore - especially since the night would approach more closely soon enough.

Beginning to walk towards the fountain, her arms had stayed folded across her chest as her boots pressed against the walkway with each step. They were flat wedged, so chances were that she probably couldn't heard approaching the brunette. Her smile had widened just a little bit as she was now standing behind the girl.

"Well well. That was quite the performance you put on."
 
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Story Yuta
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Well, so much for relaxing in the courtyard. Not ten minutes into relaxing and Story was already interrupted by some kind of fight. A guy in a red blazer was challenging another guy who looked way out of his league. Story already knew what the outcome of this would be... The Red Sect kept calling him a traitor, he wondered what that was about.
Story got up and sat on the bench, watching what was going on, the red sect lunched at the other guy but was suddenly stopped by a girl with a golden yellow jumper. She had blocked the attack and then proceeded to kick the living shit out of the red sect. Story smirked... was it demented that he found this funny? He was also a little annoyed though, these students were already much more powerful than he ever was.

The silver haired boy stood up, and walked off, he didn't care about the fight anymore, he knew what the outcome would be, he just wanted to train and get stronger. He didn't want to be seen as someone as pathetic as that Red Sect guy. Story's dad had told him the school had a training centre in the basement... so that was where he'd go.

Story flicked on the lights in the basement, revealing a HUGE open space. There were racks on one side of the room with equipment in them, Training Dummies, Targets and a computer to generate computerized opponents. The boy walked over to the computer, he wasn't very good with them but this program seemed to be pretty straight forward. Just plug in what kind of enemy you wanted to fight. So he plugged in an easy human enemy focusing on dodging so he could focus on attacks.

He turned around and saw a figure appear in the middle of the room, standing still and waiting. "Ok... my turn..." he muttered to himself before running to the door and closing it shut so no one would think of coming down here. He didn't want anyone to watch him train.
Then, he morphed. He decided a Tiger would fit this situation. The first thing that happens through a shift is your bones break and reform into their desired shape. This was a painful process. First The boys back legs broke causing him to collapse on his hands and knees and cry out in pain. His face then morphed, nose growing long and fat, eventually turning into a snout. His body grew bigger, brown hair sprouted from his back as his new school uniform tore from the pressure of his body growing and finally after about 3 minutes of this he was done.

"Mother fuck!" the male cursed! He was a brown bear, not a tiger. "How the hell do I Keep messing this up!?!?" At least a bear was still a powerful creature, so Story went with it. Cursing in his mind as he tossed his new torn up uniform to the side... he didn't know what he was going to do when he turned back into human form, why couldn't he ever remember to take his clothes off before transforming, or at least learn to transform with them on??
His amber eyes then shifted to the dummy waiting for him in the centre of the room. Oh well, no use crying, he only had 10 minutes to train before his form wore out anyway.
The Bear Lunged at the dummy who dodged his attack easily, Bears were slow. He'd have to use strategy.
 
Elaine Chevalier

"Eliane!"

Elaine heard Stella say as she came down to hug her briefly, which Elaine returned. "Yea let's try and not let this semester get out of hand."

"I hope so myself, I really do." Elaine noticed that Stella was trying to look strong. Even despite that bit of showing off, Elaine knew that she had grown to be much stronger than she was when they saw each other last semester. Having been attacked by a rival school long considered (at least by Diaga) to be equals in strength would do that to people after all.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Zee came appeared right next to the two of them. The incident made Stella nearly jump out of her shoes, even Elaine flinched at her fellow member arriving at such a manner.

Ello'. How are you guys... Man im still a bit sore from the roof.... I mean... i was absolutely not sleeping just then

"Sure you weren't." Elaine said sarcastically then laughed a bit. She could always rely on Zee when she needed her the most.

"Zee! You almost sent me jumping off the island!"

Hehe... gotta make a good first impression to the newbies.

Zee was right, and looking out to the field, where the airship was bringing students old and new to Eureka's hallowed halls, Elaine couldn't help but see that she has to make a good first impression to the rest of the students. "Well, you only get one opportunity, best make it count."

"So have either of you met the new headmaster yet?"

Elaine quickly responded "I have not. At least not yet however." The red-head StuCo member looked up into the skies, something she had taken fond to doing as a child. "Though since he is the brother of our old Headmaster, I think he'll get used to being Headmaster quite quickly."

"He's pretty odd to get used to talking to at first but I recall him mentioning having something 'special in store' for you two or something like that. It has something to do with missions, but you can see him at any time to see what that's all about."

"Thank you Stella, I'll ask him about it as soon as I can. I assume those are the mission requests you have on hand?" Elaine said, noticing the stack of papers under her arm.
 
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"My name is Gavin and I was a student here. Prior to last semester's events, I left to pursue a promising lead to a personal problem. Understanding my condition, Krell made a special allowance for me, assuring me that my place here at the academy. I have since been up to my room and found it to still be there, meaning that someone here has upheld it. The question for you though is whether of not you will honour your brother's promises of my place here. All the information you need is there in the scroll, including Krell's signature."

Akabea didn't so much as glance at the scroll. "I'm not at liberty to be responsible for anyone's promises but my own. That is not my signature." Akabea spoke in a menacing tone."You should watch the attitude in your voice. You not own this place, it is rightfully mine, meaning, if you wish to stay you will knock before entering my office."

Akabea stood at once and stared intently at the boy. "You should also be careful to choose your words carefully in the future. And fire that damned receptionist on the way out already, go on." he spoke watching intently, waiting for the boy to leave.
 
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Crimson Wolf
Energetic Youth​

"Well that's crud, I may be the lowest sect, thing. But I can fight, and I can and will fight anybody who says otherwise!" Vale exclaimed as he jumped up and landed on his feet in front of Crimson, "and I'll beat everyone! Even you!"

Crimson Wolf merely shook his head, then replied "Too spunky for your own good, Vale, you should know starting a fight here would only lead to trouble, there is an arena for battles, and this is not it..."

He crossed his arms before continuing, responding calmly. "I do not wish to fight you, I can take your word for it that you are able to fight, as I am Blue Sect as well, and am very capable of combat myself.

Hmph...if you still would wish to test my strength, and for I to test yours, arrange a match at the arena between the two of us then let me know, but I still would rather exist here peacefully, without conflict.

Although I do not know what you are capable of, I do not doubt you are capable of fending for yourself. You are an energetic youth, I suspect your being full of life and confident in your own abilities to be advantageous for you, just don't let underestimation of your opponent be your downfall..."

He then looked to the building where the dorm rooms are, then faced Vale again, and smiled. "What say you to finding that dorm of yours now, Vale? It can't be too far off, then I will find mine, and change into my uniform..."

Hm, I haven't seen Sophia since arriving, hope she is alright...

Evelyn Rosemonde
A Planeswalker​


"Ah yes, you said you use magic, right, Evelyn? I'd be more than happy to teach you some. Just come by the library and ask for me whenever you want. I'm the only one that stays there all the time anyway. I wouldn't even mind if you came over after dinner tonight for a bit of tea and we can discuss when you want to be tutored."

Evelyn nodded her head once, just before she replied "That would be most appreciated. And plane to plane... So you are a..Planeswalker, then? Fascinating to actually meet one here. A pleasure to meet you James, to be sure."

She then looked off toward the buildings ahead, and thought she best be heading off to locate her dorm soon, then looked back to James. "Think I'll save much conversation for later, should be meeting you in the library later, after dinner. So we will speak more then, if that is quite alright with you."

It was all very interesting, some of the individuals she has already seen, and this one she had met face to face, she would look forward to meeting some of the others of the Eureka Academy in the near future. Evelyn awaited James' response before departing from the airship.

Sophia
Finding Crimson Wolf​

Her second time at the Eureka Academy, Sophia was more nervous than excited upon arriving this time, still being, in all honestly, a little weary from happened in the first semester there with Nova Carmine.

Hmm, I wonder where Wolfy is... she thought, as she wouldn't be able to relax until finding him, and until then, would make a point of not starting any conversations with the other students while she had that on her mind and felt more uneasy than usual, normally being quite cheerful and pretty outgoing.

Getting off of the airship, she looked around the area before moving forward a bit more, keeping an eye out for Crimson Wolf, until she before long saw him just ahead with another student in front of him, but that meant little to her, as she went rushing towards him and playfully wrapped her arms around his waist in a greeting hug.

"Found you, Wolfy!" she exclaimed cheerfully, followed by a soft chuckle, happy to have found her brother. But it actually made him feel slightly uncomfortable in front of the other student, Vale.

"Uh, hi Sophia, glad to see you're here safe. I'm currently with a new student, meet Vale. Vale, meet my sister; Sophia. She...likes to call me by that nickname..." he said, looking down to his left side, where Sophia's head was resting upon.

Sophia suddenly unwrapped her arms from around Crimson and stood upright, taking a step forward so she was standing beside him, to his left side. "Hi Vale, pleased to meet you!" she greeted, giving a warm smile as she reached out a paw for a hand/paw shake.

Virtus Lacertosus (Reminder: Very muscular, and is 6'7", 205 kg (452 lb))
Reuniting with two friends​

Virtus, upon the airship's arrival at the island, found the sights to be seen from it interesting. Before long, he started off towards the grounds off of the airship of which he had looked on from the deck, then headed forward until he would see the building with the dorms.

As he got closer to the destination, he found a couple of friends that he had made a few years past, back when he was 27 years of age. He approached the two, Crimson Wolf and Sophia, and greeted them as he got a bit closer, but still some distance away, as not to startle them.

"Well! I wasn't expecting to run into you two here, Crimson Wolf, and Sophia, precious as an angel." his strong voice spoke, complimenting Sophia on her looks and likable innocent nature that would never inflict harm on a living soul.

The two of them turned to see Virtus approach, as much or more surprised to see him there than he was to see them there. "Hehe, for looking so fierce, you speak words of such kindness, Virtus!" Sophia replied, facing towards him looking slightly shy, and blushing a little.

Crimson Wolf placed a paw on top of his snout, and shook his head a bit, slightly disgruntled by the scene. "Sophia... You always seem to get a crush on every furry male friend I make..."

But after a moment, he then dismissed the matter, removing his paw from his snout and returning it lazily to his side. "Anyways, what on earth could bring you here, Virtus? I don't know how you could..possibly become any stronger..." he asked, looking up at Virtus, who was several inches taller than him.

"For once, strength is not what I seek, as I already have so much of it, what I am here for is to learn techniques that I can put this power to use for, to better myself by expanding on my various abilities in battles." Virtus replied, sounding as though he had none too much of a lack of confidence, as always.

Crimson Wolf then nodded in acknowledgment, "I see. Your pursuit of strength to overpower the forces of evil and all that, never ceases to amaze me..." he replied, then turned to Vale, and looked kind of embarrassed...

"Well its...starting to get kind of crowded here suddenly, heh... Err, this big guy behind me is Virtus Lacertosus, and I would probably pass on a handshake with him, no harm meant, but just because it seems difficult for those hands of his to not end up accidentally crushing someone else's in a handshake..."
 
[James]

"Of course, by all means come by. Though I hope you don't fill up at dinner. I typically serve a bit of cake and biscuits when I have guests for tea. And if you want, we can get started on your magic. I can have a few books pulled down for you if you'll tell me what kind of magic you specialize in."

This girl, Evelyn, would do well here. She was eager to learn, and ready to make friends. If she could stay clear of the hot-tempered fighters she could go far, very far; there were certainly enough resources in the Library to help, including himself as long as he stayed here.

Staying here...

There were holes to other dimensions. Other planes. Planes he may have been to. Had probably made enemies on. Hopefully they wouldn't come through. Hopefully they wouldn't have to go through. Even if he was a drifter, this was his home and he wasn't going to let something it be destroyed if he could help it.
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[Gavin]

Underneath his fringe, an eyebrow raised, unseen. Krell's brother was... an ass, plain and simple. He had no honour or respect for his brother at all. Still, in his own way, he had said Gavin was reinstated.

"As you wish," he finished, laying the scroll down on Akabea's desk, the words 'If Gavin should return before nightfall,' clear at the top. "Though I still recommend reading the words of the dearly departed. There is information within that needs to be added to my file."

With those final words, he left the room without a sound, leaving the ignoble boy behind. Hopefully, that would be the only time he had to deal with him. His hand reached into his pocket and clutched something there as he crossed the threshold.

Where are you? he silently asked of nobody.

Passing by the receptionist's desk, there was the dark command.

"You're fired."

There was no beauty then. Only the pain of being stricken by thorny vines again and again as each sound lashed out. The receptionist looked dumbfounded but Gavin didn't care. How could a man not care about his brother?

Out of the office of the blackguard and into the evening air, he ran a hand through his hair.

Nothing is left of Krell there...

It was the end of an era.

What would he do now? Go to the cafeteria like everyone else? And then what? Sit and wait for it all to be over while he was tortured? No, the only thing left was to return to his room and get it set up and wait. Wait for the morning.
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[Mishra]

"Ah, ennui... There was much of it back when I wasn't what I am today. Never any time to actually experiment, always work work work for whoever needed some tonic to make whatever go away. But now with the little students and fully functional lab, I can go as long as I want and then the students can test them out for me. Though now that I think about it, there is paperwork I have to do... Implying I do the paperwork though...

"Course Akabea wasn't too happy about me giving these massive destruction mixtures to the students so I've been working on cutting it down to a more precise explosion. The incendiary and shock mixtures are good- was able to figure out the incendiary curve about 20 minutes ago.

"Hopefully one of these new ones can be a nice apprentice for me; I could use someone to help me. Only so much work that can be done with a pair of hands and a tail, ya know?"

Mishra chuckled at that.

"As for what I have planned.... well, I probably shouldn't say but..." With those last few words he looked to each side before continuing.

"I'm working on a compound that combines with water to create a seismic wave when it comes in contact with the ground. But the wave is directional, ya know? Think about it. Earthquakes. Tsunamis. People will pay big for it. And if I get the mixture curve right, I can make it able for battle to off-balance the enemy, something our poor little melee fighters can use."

"Now don't be shooting your mouth off to Akabea about that. He doesn't need to know and neither do most of the other people around here. I only tell you cause you have an idea of what it can do. And that's not the only project. Like you, I've been very busy."
 
Nicolo Zorzi

Nicolo found his room. Apparently, he would not have a roommate (at least not yet), and that was a good thing for him.

Putting his suitcase down as well as his bag, Nicolo began to unpack his stuff. He started with his bag, which contained various assortments of weapons, enough to arm a small party. He had a sword, a dagger, a set of 20 throwing knives, a warhammer, a crossbow and his gauntlets containing his hidden blades. It looked like his family friend had gave him all the stuff he needed.

Nicolo packed his stuff away on his side of the bedroom while he began unpacking his clothes. One of which was a fancy hooded jacket with tights and gloves. It was heavier than his regular school uniforms and street clothes, probably cause they were protected by armor and the like. Looking at the jacket, Nicolo thought, "Well, may as well try it on, to see if it fits."
 
“No worries, Mishra. I’m not a snitch. Besides, I enjoy the outcome of your experiments almost as much as you do. Why deny myself the pleasure of witnessing it? I hope it all goes well.” Raistlin smiled at the thought. “I’m off to go find Stella and see if everything is going well. Do take care of yourself, Mishra… and try not to blow yourself up.” Standing up from the bench, Raistlin used his connections to the island to see around campus.

It was odd how it worked, and in all reality, most of the time it didn’t, however it was worth a shot. Because it was Raistlin’s soul keeping the school afloat, he could sometimes pinpoint the location of a student. He found Stella, standing right next to the other Student Council members. Breaking that mental connection, he turned and nodded at Mishra once more. “I’m off,” he said as he used his teleportation to teleport directly behind Stella. I simply can’t help it. She’s just so easy to scare, Raistlin thought.

As he appeared right behind Stella, he simply said, “Good evening, wonderful weather we’re having out here. Is everything going smoothly so far?" Raistlin suddenly thought about Vee, I do wonder where she is...
 
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Grigory snapped awake, his eyes widening and pupils twitching to adjust to the light. He didn't have any idea how long he'd been asleep for but according to his watch it was getting close to dinner time. He went back through to his room, once again passing the person who lay in the bed and grabbed his ipod, shoving the headphones into his ears and quickly flicking to Asking Alexandria, turning the volume up almost all the way. With that he left the apartment, walking back through the busier hallways as he made his way outside. He had to stop himself from turnng around and punching some of the people he passed as the shoved and shunted him when walking by. Keep calm, it was just a mistake, he told himself. As far back as he could remember he'd disliked others. One thing that was practically unforgivable with him was invading his personal space uninvited. He took every knock and nudge as a little invasion in its own right and it was not proving easy to hold his temper.

Eventually he made it to the door, opening them and stepping out into the fresh air, sidestepping quickly to avoid another wave of students trying to get to their rooms. He wasn't sure what the rush was. Last time he'd checked, rooms tended to stay were they were indefinitely and if they wanted to try and get 'the best bed' then he didn't see much point in rushing. A bed was a bad, you lie in it, you sleep, you wake up, you get out of it. He'd never noticed any obvious differences between any of the beds he'd slept in. Sighing on the inside, he wandered through the grounds for a while, his head down, listening to his music and ignoring everything else.

Another quick glance at his watch told him he still had plenty of time so he decided to just enjoy the outdoors for a while, wandering over to a tree and planting himself against it, knee raised and head back. He closed his eyes and tapped his foot to the beat worming its way out of his headphones, every now and then looking around to make sure nobody was trying to prank or annoy him. You never knew at the start of a semester. He probably should have worried about someone starting a fight but, after weighing the options and outcomes up in his head a few times, he'd not come to the conclusion that he would consider it trouble. Black sect were usually too up themselves, red sect were all too fed up, and the blue sect running around were too green and usually too scared to start anything.

He felt a tapping on his foot and laboriously opened an eye, looking blankly at the blue sect who stood before him. The kid kicked his foot again and he took an earphone out.

'Yes?'

The student looked at him for a while without saying a word before opening his mouth.

'Ummm, do you know where the blue sect dorms are? It's my first day here.'

Grigory hated being pestered but he felt a little sorry for the kid. He didn't speak, just raised a thumb and pointed it in the direction of the blue dorms. He closed his eyes again and was about to put his headphone back in when the voice squeaked out again.

'So what's your name? What's it like being in red sect?'

Grigory groaned and sat forwards, rubbing his head and stopping his music. He looked up at the kid. He didn't seem to be pestering him for the sake of it, the kid had a genuine expression of interest on his face.

'I'm Gregory, pleased to meet you, wonderful weather today, yada yada yada. And as for what being a red sect is like.'

He stopped for a moment to try and find the right words to sum it up.

'It's pretty much the same as being in blue sect as far as I'm concerned. Now, is that all or should I get myself a badge that says tour guide?'

He stared at the kid for a whiloe, the kid staring back at him. This didn't seem to be getting anywhere and he enjoyed his peace. Raising a quizzical eyebrow at the silent kid he began to get up when suddenly a hand was shot forwards into his face. The shock planted him back on the floor.

'I'm Seb. Nice to meet you Grigory. So are you special like everyone else here?'

The kid's hand was still there, hovering in front of his face like an irritating fly. He lifted a hand and shook it, hoping it would go away. He was wrong.

'Special? What are you kid? Of course, you don't get here unless there's something screwed up about you. Ooo, I can throw fire, ooo, I can turn invisible.'

Grigory put on a comical voice for the last part, mockingly acting out the actions of throwing fire. Seb kept shaking his hand and it was beginning to get a bit more awkward than Grigory was happy with. He snatched his hand back, wiping it off on his jeans.

'It's just a bunch of better-than-thou idiots with a fetish for hair gel. Some of them look like they've spent half their damn lives hanging upside down.'

Seb laughed heartily at Grigory's jokes which was surprising. Most of the time his utter disdain for others put people off. It was a plus for him, it usually kept people away.

'So what can you do then Seb? Don't tell me. You're so small but super strong?'

The kid shook his head and scuffed his shoe a little on the floor as if he wasn't even paying attention.

'No. I can't do anything.'

Grigory tried to take this in for a while. The math wasn't adding up. Why would a normal kid get sent to an academy where he'd most likely get burnt, frozen, beaten, warped and generally manhandled by every other person here. He wouldn't even stand a chance against some of the blue sect with crap abilities. He swore last year he'd seen a kid who could make his hands glow. Other than that Grigory had been hard pushed to see anything else that kid could do. A strange urge to help the kid out a bit rolled up within but he stomped it out pretty quickly with a healthy dose of 'why should i'.

'So you're telling me that you have nothing strange, weird, inhuman, or in general different about you? You're just some over enthusiastic, overly happy kid who got sent here? How?'

Seb thought for a moment, placing his hand on his chin. He tried to recall exactly what it was that the man in the office had told him.

'Cler...clerical....error....I think thats what they said. But because they'd told me about the place they said I had to come along.'

Grigory held a hand to his face. This guy had been shoved here because some fat bugger in an office had mixed up the paperwork. You'd think there wqould be things in place to stop this. He sighed heavily and got up from the floor, standing over the kid and resting a hand on his shoulder. He got close and pointed into the boy's face.

'DON'T...TELL...ANYONE.'

If looks could kill, this one would have arranged the funeral, attended the wake, and sent a yearly card. Seb just gawped in his face with wide eyed astonishment, his mouth started to move as if he was about to say something in reply but Grigory trapped his lips shut with a finger and thumb.

'DON'T. Some of these kids might be nice with you now but when it starts getting on through the semester, they're going to tear you to pieces.'

Seb nodded, his lips still pursed between Grigory's fingers. He hadn't realised there would be any trouble and everyone had seemed so nice. He looked down at Grigory's hand then back at the russian. Grigory just rolled his eyes and let go. As soon as the kid's lips were free he opened his trap again.

'But what if someone asks?'

This kid was either determined to get hurt or as thick as concrete. He just shook his head with a raised eyebrow, Seb understanding he should be quiet from now on. Grigroy stood up again and rubbed his eyes, thinking of what to do. Seb was here now so going home wasn't an option. He decided he may as well watch after the kid, at least until the end of the semester. Then he could go home, decide not to come back and at least he'd be alive and with a chance of staying that way.

'Look, just hang with me and I'll make sure you don't end up a sandwich for one of the weirder guys arund here. But remember, mouth...shut. Now leave me be, dorm's are over there.'

Seb nodded and ran off, turning halway and waving. Grigory felt a wave of embarrassment roll over him, and it carried him along with the swell as the kid spoke.

'By Grigory. We're gonna be good friends.'

With that the kid ran off leaving grigory to recover from social suicide on his own. He had a feeling that kid would be the death of him at this place but as much as he didn't like people, he wasn't going to let someone get into trouble. He popped his earphones back in and leant back, checking his watch again quickly. It was almost dinner, he;d wasted all of his time talking to that kid. He grumbled and got up, shoving his hands into his pockets and heading towards the dinner hall.
 
Observing who he assumed to be his roommate out of the corner of his eye, he took some relief in seeing he wasn't about to become a pest, least the quiet ones were tolerable. It didn't take long for his roommate to decide to sleep away the time till dinner, something Vergil did not follow suit with.

Pulling out his spear from it's holder he held it firmly in his hand as he generated a light magic ball from the tip, that grew to twice the size of the spear head. From there Vergil concentrated as he began to mold the shape with his mind shifting from a sword to a hammer, to an axe and so forth. Though they lacked the full potential of the objects they imitated they were suitable substitutes for Vergil to use in a pinch. Not to mention it was the most he could practice with without destroying the room, however this didn't maintain his attention for long so he put his spear back in it's holder and laid down with his arms crossed over the back of his head, waiting for Lunch to be over with. While he wasn't going to be eating anything, these formalities had to be dealt with regardless.

It didn't take as long as Vergil expected however before it reached the time, looking up his roommate had left without him realising. Either he was quiet or Vergil had managed to fall asleep unintentionally, in either case he had no business remaining there so he left the room and walked through the hallways, keeping his eyes away from anyone else, maintaining his distance as best he could in the crowded hallway.
 
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