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Wisteria Academy for Magic
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Wisteria Academy for MagicThanking the carriage men who helped her with her luggage, she took a step forward, and then another, until she was walking with considerable pace alongside the hundreds of other students that got in. Her suitcase made soft clicking noises as it rolled across the pavement, and her bags felt heavier than ever, but somehow, as she entered this enormous building, she wasn't afraid in the slightest.
Freja groaned. She had been wandering the entire academy for what felt like hours now, and she still had not found the Lunch Hall. She had asked around multiple times, but nobody could give her simple enough directions in this humongous place. She recalled they had described it as "The big fancy doors to the right," but Amura knows what that meant. Most of the halls were empty by now- probably because everyone has already found the Hall. With another sigh, she took another right, expecting to find more stairs, when to her surprise, a large and fancy doorway opened up to her, revealing the Lunch Hall and all of the students with it. Relief flooded through her. She wasn't late. Her mind racing with excitement, though somehow she managed to keep her expression blank, Freja walked over to one of the large seating tables and chose a spot, waiting for the day to begin.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
After conversing with a teacher for a bit, she learnt the basic layout of the school, and vaguely knew where her dorm was located. She walked further on for a few minutes, until finding a room to her left. The girl took a deep breath, and entered. The common room was empty so far, much to her relief, and the décor was pleasing as well. There were pale green papered walls and a wood panelled floor inside, with a small mahogany bookshelf filled with books. A large lamp hung from the ceiling, emitting a soft yellow glow throughout the room. A small ruby-red rug took up a small portion on the floor, and a large royal-blue armchair stood on top of it.
Lin decided to sit there for a while, rummaging through her luggage for a good book.
Flicking through yellow-ish pages, she grew immersed in the colourful illustrations and words, and began to imagine herself becoming each creature. Lin glanced nervously at a black mark on her arm, a bite mark, rather. It had been there since she was little...when it happened.
Walking through the yard, he noticed a... peculiar individual who'd practically body slammed a tree with seemingly no repercussion. 'I'll be staying away from that psycho...' he thought, noticing a burn mark left behind on the tree from the impact and worrying for the safety of his own body being scorched by her.
Once he had made his way inside the building, he found himself overwhelmed from the size of the school. "Lunch Hall... Lunch Hall..." he repeatedly muttered to himself, looking around for some sort of map or signs anywhere that could lead him where he was supposed to be. He noticed a few other students who'd peaked his interest in the search for the Lunch Hall; one he noticed seemed to have some sort of "control of fire" power as the torches around him extinguished before lighting almost immediately afterwards; another with long black hair in what he would call a biker's outfit he ended up quietly trailing figuring she'd probably known at least some direction to the Lunch Hall but not wanting to converse with her-- or anyone for that matter-- at the particular moment in time.
He watched the other student in the biker outfit enter the Lunch Hall, smirking some as he didn't have to work too hard at finding it himself because of it- just creepily follow a stranger without saying a word like some sort of stalker or something, easy. Channing waited about half a minute after the doors behind her closed to follow her in, though choosing to sit a bit farther down from where she had sat in case she noticed him following her and just didn't say anything about it.
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Willow!" A sharp voice rang out, the gremlin finally swept up in sturdy arms. Rings clinked together as the grip on the wriggling pup was adjusted to better cradle her, her owner grunting at how heavy she was getting. "It's the first day and you're already making trouble for me. Ridiculous." With a huff, a leash was attached to the squirming dog, the neck of which was attached to an armband around her owner's wrist. "Come girl. Let's get you fed before you decide to tear down the place in search for food."
Haruto hadn't expected Willow to be so excitable having shot out of the carriage the moment the Liu heir had opened the door. He had thought that Willow was better trained that that but he supposed that the new environment had just been too tempting and Willow couldn't resist exploring the sights. With a grunt, she was set down and almost immediately Haruto tripped over his feet as Willow shot forward, straining against her leash. Swearing softly under his breath, Haruto let Willow lead him, jogging lightly to keep up with her. He could feel people gaping at him as he kept pace with his hunting dog, stares burning into his back and Haurto could only sneer at them as he passed, heavy duffel bag holding his meager belongings thumping against his back. Let them stare, what did Haruto care about the opinions of the common folk. They were beneath him anyways if all they knew how to do is gossip behind his back.
Willow's paws scrabbled against the doorway labeled "Lunch Hall" and Haruto scooped the unruly dog up in his arms before she could cause any trouble, holding her close before opening the door. Cold grey eyes surveyed his surroundings before Haruto stepped into the hall and took the seat in the corner, closest to the door. Knees touching and back straight just as Mother had taught him to sit, Willow was set down beside her master and the dog obediently sat as prim and properly as her owner, regarding the room closely. More wary gazes were shot his way but Haruto ignored them in favor of feeding Willow venison, idly brushing fur off his Michi leggings. Really, no one present in the room was of any threat to Haruto despite how much others seemed to want to physically fight him. The Ruthenium scabbard with Palladium bossing depicting a soaring phoenix that casually hung off his hip would deter anyone really
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Valleri, though, woke up rapidly, nearly vibrating with excitement when he glanced at the dayspread next to her bed. This odd calendar said it was- Oh! Valleri quickly leapt out of bed, incidentally throwing the blankets over Raye, and changed from her pajamas into a more public look: an anonymous long sleeve and sweat pants. Running into the front most room of her abode, she smelled breakfast already done and ready to eat. As usual, it was devoured by both raccoon and human. A school bag, fully packed by Valleri herself, sat near the door. It was scooped up and filled even more when a plump raccoon was set inside.
Of course, that was before the carriage ride.
Valleri had always done fairly well with motion, though she was also usually walking or jogging to her destinations. Her leg bounced as she rode along, unable to sit still until the wagon came to a stuttering halt. Standing up and dismounting, Valleri looked around with wide eyes. There were so many people! And of course, the half-zipped bag on her back started to rustle, a bright white snout poking out and sniffing the air furiously. Evidently, there were so many scents as well.
Continuing with her suddenly hesitant charge, Valleri jumped ever so slightly at the random yelps and cries, each sound sending her into a momentary panic before she realized what it was. "Don't know what I was expecting, Raye... But it certainly wasn't this many people..." Ducking past a large collection of chattering students, Valleri at last made it to the grand entrance of the academy. Turning around, she faced the crowd behind her in disbelief. She'd never seen so many people in one place!
Once more turning on her heel, the student continued inwards towards what she hoped would be a long and educational year.
"Liu." Was the equally dry response, coming from a very unimpressed and uninspiring face. Britney O'Neil was a tick that no matter how much Haruto tried would not come off. No matter how much blood she took, she would never be satisfied. Case in point, Britney had been bugging Haruto ever since their shared childhood. "You're looking slightly better than a drowned cat."
Haruto's only response was an eye roll, one finger tapping against the embossed scabbard in warning. Willow's barred teeth was much more aggressive the firm hand her master had on her head kept her back. "If you want a fight, make an appointment." He intoned, resisting the urge to roll his eyes and sigh. Quite a feat. Someone, please give him a medal. "By the way, have you found the way to the infirmary? You might be needing that knowledge soon."
There was an short squeak as Haruto's chair was kicked back by centimeters, barely enough to jostle him as Britney sneered. "Daddy isn't here to fight your battles for you, Xiao Boli. Your fancy sword and empty threats doesn't scare me so its lights our little S-"
"I'm very scared. Positively shaking in my runners. Don't hurt me." With a very restrained roll of his eyes, the modest pommel of Haruto's sword digging into Britney's stomach cutting her off mid-word. The girl folded with a wet gurgle, slumping over Haruto's shoulder. "Ridiculous. Causing trouble on the first day." Letting Britney slide into Haruto's seat, the male rising seamlessly, he clicked his tongue to get Willow to follow. Someone would take care of Britney, Haruto couldn't care less.
As the delicious lunch slowly disappeared from her plate as she ate, Freja glanced around the large room. She assumed this was one of the largest rooms in the school, though she couldn't be sure with how vast the place was. She longed to get outside and transform, to fly with Eren, but she had to finish her meal. It was common courtesy to eat all that was given to you, even if she made this lunch herself. She felt less of an appetite than before, now, but she continued to eat. She figured if she just got up and left she would be able to find her dorm on her own, maybe with the help of a few staff. Excitement at the prospect of exploring this place further spurring her on, she quickly finished her food and shot a quick glance around. It was alright to excuse herself from the table, right? She wouldn't get in too much trouble if she walked around for a bit? She came to the realization that she didn't actually much care, and with a swift and final gaze around the Hall, she picked up her things from beneath the table where she had stored them, as she hadn't had time to place them in her dorm, stood up, and walked out of the Lunch Hall.
As expected, Valleri was not at all disappointed. The food was scrumptious at the first bite, and Raye seemed to enjoy it as well. The albino sat atop the table, grabbing small paw-fulls of the meal while his companion picked away at it with proper utensils. Of course, the scene didn't go unnoticed. Even without looking, Valleri could tell there were eyes on her and her chubby friend before her. There was no helping it, really. After all, it wasn't every day someone saw an albino raccoon eating from a short girl's plate. What was there to do?
Nothing, Valleri decided.
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
With jerky movements that could only be described as seething rage, Haruto yanked his unruly hair into submission and wrangled it into a messy bun. Really, such an appearance was unbecoming of someone who looked like he came from old money. (He did, but that wasn't really the point.) It wasn't hard either to spot the culprit of this accident if the lightning motifs crudely sown into the ratty dress was anything to go by. His hand gripped the handle of his sword as he glared at Tunla, eyes memorizing her face, before whirling away with a huff to stalk towards and empty seat. Willow was right on his heels, her short fur having thankfully been spared from the electricity.
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
With two long strides, sneakers squeaking noisily against the ground, Haruto reached out to roughly yank Tunla towards him, rings clacking together at the force and lips twisted into a growl that spoke volumes despite no words being passed between them. Behind him, Willow had taken cover under a chair, holes bored into her master's back as the loyal hound kept a sharp eye out for him. "Incorrigible! The first day and you already make trouble not just for me but for those around you! Your powers are strong yet you seem determined to allow those powers to run amok. I understand that learning to controlling these powers is the reason why we attend this Academy in the first place, yet you seem intent on setting the bar on the ground. Absolutely Ridiculous. Impenitent. You could be so much better and yet!" It was almost impressive how Haruto continued to berate Tunla even as cutlery pelted his back, producing an odd staccato like cadence to his verbal lashing. To give credit where credit was due, however, even with the odd vocal inflections Haruto still appeared properly threatening, long black locks bracketing the pair in as he glared at Tunla with sharp eyes. That effect was promptly ruined when a fork beaned Haruto in the head tines first, cutting the boy off mid-rant at the sharp sting and familiar viscus crawl of beading blood.